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slut4thebroken · 4 months

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Until Next Time

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | The second time Neil sees the stranger, he gets a little bolder.

Warnings | Smut, non con, 18+, sexual content, non consensual everything lol, Neil being a creep once again, in public, groping, grinding, thigh fucking, kissing, blackmail, pervy needy Neil.

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | And yes you horny bastards, there will be a part 3 🙄

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 1

Every single time he took the subway he was constantly looking around, seeing if you were there. After a couple weeks he started losing hope. He still jerked off to the pictures he took of you, but he accepted that he wasn’t going to see you again.

That was one week ago.

He was standing in the subway car looking at his phone when he heard it. “Sorry about that.” He would recognize your sweet voice anywhere. His head snapped up and he looked around until he found you.

You looked even prettier than he remembered. Your makeup was still subtle, but this time for the day rather than for a club or wherever it was you went, and your hair looked just as soft as last time. He couldn’t see past your neck though.

He started subtly moving toward you, trying not to draw attention or make it look like he was walking closer. When the doors opened and people were going in and out, he walked quickly, blending in with the movement. You stepped back to give people more room and he was almost behind you now. He could see that you were wearing a tank top— which makes sense given that it’s the middle of summer. But he couldn’t see anything else yet.

His cock was already fattening up in his pants just staring at you. He waited a tortuously long time for the doors to open again, then he was moving quickly until he was behind you. He saw now that you were wearing a skirt. A pleated one that was just the right length to make you look unintentionally slutty. You were shorter than him now that you weren’t in heels and he stepped a little closer to get a view of your tits again. Were you even wearing a bra? If you were, it must've been strapless.

He ignored the painful tightness of his pants and focused on you. Were you wearing shorts this time? He prayed the answer was no. Pushing down his nerves, he tentatively raised his hand to lightly grab your hip, making you turn around. Before you could say anything he was shushing you.

“Before you yell, I want to show you something.” He said quietly, releasing your hip to grab his phone. You seemed to recognize him now, especially when he pulled up a picture and showed it to you. “These have been really useful personally… but I’m sure a lot of other men would love to see it. I’d hate for them to get spread around…” You stood there frozen, staring at the picture of your panties. “I hope you don’t have an important job… This kind of thing will set you off on a completely different path.” He frowned mockingly.

“M-my face isn’t even in it… There’s no way to know that’s me.”

“Yeah but employers don’t really care about technicalities. One accusation and you’re done.” He shrugged. “So,” he pocketed his phone and placed his hand back on your hip, “are you gonna yell? Or are you gonna be a good little girl and not fuck up your reputation?” He waited for you to respond, but you just stared at him with teary eyes, silently begging him not to. “Smart choice. Turn around.” He said quietly.

Once you obeyed, he placed both hands on your hips and slid them up to your waist, then back down. He stood closer so he could look down at your tits, hearing your breath hitch when his bulge brushed your ass.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. “I’ve thought about you every day since then.” You tried to step forward but he just pulled you back, keeping you planted firmly in front of him. One of his hands slid down to grope your ass and it was better than he could’ve imagined.

“I’ve thought about coming on this ass again every single fucking day.” He groaned, placing a kiss on the back of your neck. When he suddenly turned you around, you gasped and placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He snaked his hands up your waist, then up even more until he was groping your tits over the tank top. He bit back a moan once he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Jesus Christ.” He murmured, massaging them in his hands.

“S-stop… Someone will see.” You whispered, trying to push him back by his chest.

“Someone will see if you draw attention to us. Stay nice and quiet and we’ll be fine, baby.” He looked around behind you and when he was sure no one was watching, he brought his hands down to your thighs and slipped them under your skirt. You gasped when he roughly cupped your ass and pulled you closer.

With his bulge pressed to your pelvis, he groaned quietly and started rubbing it against you. Under his hands, he could feel the lacy panties you were wearing and he ached to find out what they looked like, but he had to be patient.

His back was only inches away from the wall and everyone in front of you was facing away, toward the doors. It was practically perfect. Keeping one hand on your ass to hold you still, he moved the other one up to grope your tits again. He was focused on your nipples just barely poking through the fabric, but when he heard a low whimper, his eyes snapped up to your face. There were still tears in your eyes, but your cheeks were flushed and you were biting your bottom lip, holding in any sounds.

“I fucking knew you wanted this. You’re probably already wet too, huh?” He chuckled quietly and you shook your head with a quiet whine. “No?” He cooed mockingly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “I think you’re lying to me.”

“I- I’m not,” you started, but cut off with a gasp when he suddenly pulled your tank top down, exposing your tits. “Wait-” You whispered, panicking.

“If you make a scene, you’ll draw attention. So go ahead, baby. Make a scene.” He dared and you looked around nervously, trying to see if anyone had noticed what was happening. When you finished examining everyone, you closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek, making his cock throb in his pants. He cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on your ass, then started rubbing up against you even harder. With your tits now out, he used his free hand to grope them, roughly pinching and pulling on your nipples, making you hiss in pain. Once he was satisfied with touching them, he grabbed his phone again.

“Wait,” You tried to stop him, but he gave you a warning glare and grabbed your ass hard enough to force a whimper out of you. So you shut your mouth and let your arms hang limply by your sides. He took a few pictures, then lifted the front of your skirt to take a few more, this time getting your tits and panties in frame. Before putting his phone away, he righted your clothes, then turned you around and lifted your skirt, getting more pictures of your ass that was barely covered by the slutty lace panties you were wearing.

“Take them off.” He ordered, pocketing his phone again and turning you back around to face him.

“What?” You choked out.

“Take off your fucking underwear. Now.” When you heard his tone, you used shaky hands to slowly push them down your legs, then step out of them. You placed them in his open palm and he immediately lifted them up to his face and inhaled deeply. “Fuck.” He hissed and you let out an embarrassed whine. “God you smell fucking incredible.” He groaned quietly, already getting excited at just the thought of being able to smell your cunt when he jerks off at home.

Unable to take it anymore, he stuffed your underwear in his pocket, pulled your tank top back down to expose your tits, then grabbed your ass under your skirt and continued grinding his bulge against you. His movements were desperate and far too obvious for their current setting, but he didn’t care. All he could focus on was how soft your ass was, how pretty and perfect your tits were, and how beautiful you looked trying to hold back tears from his assault.

“You drive me fucking crazy.” He whispered with a small smile. Suddenly leaning forward, he kissed across your neck, making you whimper quietly. He bit and licked, but mostly focused on sucking the skin into his mouth, leaving as many marks as possible. He wanted everyone to see how much of a pathetic slut you are for him— for a stranger. As the intoxicating smell of your perfume invaded his senses, he groaned and his kisses got sloppier.

Anyone who looked back would just see a couple being slightly perverted in public, with him grabbing your ass and kissing your neck. But they wouldn’t know that you were bare under your skirt, letting him mark you and claim you as he got himself off with your body. They wouldn’t be able to see the way your tits were out, your hard nipples pressing against his chest. And they wouldn’t be able to see the way you were crying silently.

When he pulled away from your neck, he kept his face only inches from yours, feeling your breath fanning his lips. Unable to hold back, he moved one hand to fist your hair and hold your still as he surged forward, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. You whimpered and tried to push him back, but he was unmoving. Wanting to deepen it, he forced his tongue in your mouth, licking into the kiss, making you whine and try even harder to pull back. He couldn’t really decipher the taste of your mouth but it was something sweet. After another moment, he pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting your lips.

“Fuck, baby.” He rasped, voice thick with arousal. His orgasm was nearing quickly and he looked around once more, then released you to open his pants and free his cock, making you stiffen.

“W-wait,” Your breathing grew shallow as your eyes widened. He shushed you and grabbed your ass again, pulling you closer until his cock was between your thighs, pressed up against your heat.

“Kiss my neck, baby. C’mon.” He all but whined, desperately bucking his hips and fucking your thighs. “You know what I’ll do if you don’t.” He said through a breath, making you stiffen, but lean forward. He held his breath until your lips pressed against his neck. “Oh my god.” He whimpered. “Leave some marks.” He practically begged.

Reluctantly, you sucked and licked and kissed and bit all over his neck. Leaving a few marks and making him even needier. Through heavy lidded eyes, he looked around the crowded subway car, finding everyone still either facing away from them, or focused on something. This was so fucking perfect.

“Good girl. Keep going… Put your hands in my hair.” With a silent sob, you lifted your hands and gently grabbed his hair. “God— you’re gonna make me come.” He said through a breathy laugh. “Squeeze your thighs together.” You obeyed and he had to bite down on your shoulder to stifle a moan.

His hips started bucking more frantically now. If anyone looked over, it wouldn’t take them long to figure out that something inappropriate was going on. But he was so fucking horny and drunk on you that he didn’t even care. He wouldn’t care if every single person turned around and started watching. They wouldn’t see your tits or feel your ass like he could, they couldn’t feel your lips or the softness of your thighs. So he didn’t give two shits if people wanted a free show. It didn’t change the fact that you were his.

“You’re so good at this.” He whined, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his neck and your body against his. He was able to smell your perfume and your hair so clearly and it was making his brain practically go blank.

When the subway stopped, he paused and held you close to make sure no one could see your tits. He waited until the subway started moving again before continuing, listening to the automated voice call out the next stop— his stop. Tightening his grip on your ass, he started rutting his hips faster as he chased his orgasm. You continued kissing over his neck and lightly pulling on his hair, getting him so worked up that his dick almost hurt with how hard it was.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop, baby.” He whispered breathily, moving one hand from your ass to squeeze and grope your tits. You whined quietly and it was like everything inside him just snapped. He bit down on your shoulder and pulled his hips back to jerk himself off quickly until he finally fell over the edge. Each rope of come that shot out his cock landed between your legs, covering your cunt in his seed— marking you. He grunted quietly as he panted, riding it out and savoring it as much as possible. When his orgasm finally faded, he tucked himself back in his pants, then pulled back to look at you with a smile.

“You’re such a good girl.” He chuckled, taking out his phone. “Lift your skirt for me.” You let out a silent sob, but took the bottom of it in your shaky hands and slowly pulled it up. He took a few close up pictures of your pussy and some wider shots when his come started dripping down your thighs, then pulled back even more to get your tits in it too. “Smile.” He chuckled, getting once of just your face and your tits. That’ll probably be the one he uses the most. He put his phone away and bit his lip as he stared at you, reaching out to feel your tits one last time.

“Goddamn…” He muttered to himself. The subway slowing down snapped him out of the trance he was in. “This is my stop. Thanks again.” He smiled, moving his gaze up to look into your glossy eyes. “Until next time.” The way he said it was as if you both had your own inside joke now. You didn’t respond as you fixed your tank top and wiped the tears and mascara tracks from under your eyes, but he wasn’t exactly expecting you to. When the subway finally stopped and the doors opened, he walked out, already imagining what would happen the next time he saw you.

Part 3

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plmp0 · 4 months

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The Sex Love house PT1

Summary: Welcome to the love house where a lot of stories will infold, 7 participants will have a chance to live together in the same house for a mounth while still doing their normal activities, will they find real love in this short period? Or at least this is what ur friend want u to believe.

Genre: smut (that's really it) PT 2

Warning: a very manipulative!jay, manipulative!sunghoon, manipulative!heeseung, everyone is a perv in this house, reader is clueless, shameless reader, kinda stalker reader, Siyeon (from dreamcatcher) is also part of this, this is a pure filth, explicit content.

Smut warning: hand!job, degradation, humiliation, fingering, use of toys, semi-public sex....

When ur friend invited u to participate in this variety show u had no idea u'll accept let alone to find urself in a situation where u r thorn away between all this people. -how is that even possible? How can you feel this way about that many people? But again ur heart had other words…. "what do u mean u want me to particiapte in ur dating show?" U questionned ur friend from 6 years Yeri as she said while playing it cool : please do that for me! (Fake pout) we need more female participants, we didn't find ones that will be suitable for tv!

You looked at her in disbelief "and u think i am? Yeri who are u kidding? U know more than anyone that m not the type that is comfortable around cameras." Yeri sighed but insisted non the less trying to convince u no matter what "please y/n m begging u! We want to start filming before winter comes, and i promise there is a lot of handsome men u'll not regret it." "No, m not interested." Was all u said before leaving her to take a cab. Even after a week of Yeri's begging, u always declined her offer whenever she opens her mouth, u had a lot of stuff to do, work has never been easy to deal with and plus u don't have time to even take care of urself because once u get home from work u pass out on ur bed immediately and what ? She expects u to come from work and chat with random people and try to find love? (U chuckle deep into ur thoughts) "ahhh Yeri what am i gonna do with u?". U mumble to urself ignorant that ur co-worker and ur friend Jungwon is standing behind u. Jungwon:I suppose Yeri is on something again? U let a scream startled not noticing his presence until he spoke: Omg u scared me! U said through wide eyes pouting ur lips when everyone started looking at ur direction. Jungwon laughed his dimples deep in his cheeks making ur heart warm up from how cute he looks: I can never get enough from ur dramatic ass y/n. U hit his shoulder playfuly acting offended: yaa it's not that m dramatic it's just that u keep showing up without a noise so it's normal for me to be scared!. Jungwon nodded his head pretending to buy ur words: yeah yeah whatever (he paused for a second, sitting next to u) so what was the Yeri thing that u didn't want to tell me about? (He looked at u curiousity shouting from his eyes). U droped the file u were working on leaning on ur chair: You know, Yeri and her team are starting a dating show and they had less participants than they expected so she asked me to join them , ridicilous right? Jungwon didn't let a single word out, noticing that, u turned to look at him finding him not acting sus at all, u raise ur eyebrow calling his name: Jungwon? Why aren't u saying something? Jungwon coughed looking everywhere but at you:emm-…. woah? Really? Yeri did? Isn't that a good idea? U stare at him a "wtf look" over ur face: it's ur idea isn't it. Jungwon: listen i- U cutted him short immediately: Did u think that i would say yes? Like i don't get that, don't u guys know me so well? I would never say yes to something like that?. Jungwon: but why? Like it's really fine, beside u've been single for three years don't u miss being in a relationship?. U answered annoyed: No i don't and even if i do i wouldn't do it that way. Jungwon raised his left brow: ahah? And how would u do it?. U paused to think not knowing how to answer: idk, i want it to come naturally and not force it. (U shrugg). Jungwon stood up from his seat eyes still on u: but u don't know maybe there is someone from the participants that u might know. U looked at him smiling suspeciously" ahah? Is that the case? Who would be there then? U? "( u laughed at ur own word not buying what he is saying). But what u didn't know is that something worst than ur "joke" happened in real life, getting annoyed from Yeri's consistent pleads Jungwon decided to join her , they turned ur days into nightmares making u not wanting to go out at all.

So deciding to give it a shot u said yes to Yeri more to rest ur head from her nagging than being excited to join this show. It was about time u go to the "love house" as they call it cringing at the name whenever u remember it, u kept shaking ur legs, nervous about this whole situation, regretting to say yes when the taxi u decided to take to the location had a camera right on ur face, making u uncomfortable, u started tugging on ur not so long purple dress, ur hair styled for the first time in a mounths, u wished this ride to end fastly and that they cancel this show but much to ur disapointement the taxi driver kept calling u to notify that u've arrived. Sighing nervously u paid him giving him a little thank u before getting ur luggage and closing the door, u stood out in front of the house admiring how big and luxiourious it looks, stepping upward u noticed a camera man at the gate signaling u to be fast, u scoff annoyed , opening the door while carrying ur heavy stuff looking with wide eyes at the beautiful garden in front of u ,

Arriving to the actual door u stood there confused at what to do "should i knock? Or ring the bel?" Staying there for minutes one of the directors told u frasturated to just open it, u gave him a fake smile apologizing awkwardly before opening the door and stepping inside. The fancy mirror in the entrance was so elegant and clean for u to not check urself, u adjusted ur hair and lipstick noticing how it faded and only a small tint is left behind " i just want one thing to work for me." U scoffed getting ur lipstick out and putting on another layer, before ur ears caught a faint of sounds from people talking, u furrowed ur eyebrows u thought u were the first one to arrive but it looks like it's not the case. Hearing that, u hurried leaving ur stuff in there, and following the sound until ur feet lead u to a nice decorated room, too focused on the decor u didn't notice the eyes that were on u until u finished scaning the room. You widen ur eyes looking at the two familiar faces smirking at u "what? Why are you here?" When u came here u didn't think that ur hot neightbour and one of ur clients would be in the show as well. Heeseung (ur neighbour) looked at you enjoying ur reaction upon seeing him "hey little doll." Unable to let a word out, Jay spoke before u with amusement in his tone "Was not expecting to see us here now did u?" U dropped ur bag feet barely keeping u up u started to panick ain't no way these two are here, no u r not on the same show with them!

U screemed at Yeri on top of ur head not knowing how to react after the director told u to do something and stop freezing on ur spot, u coughed a little bit awakening urself before u sat in the corner away from both of them, u gave them an awkward smile pretending like u don't know them at all. Heeseung kept the cocky smile on his face knowing exectly how hot he his and that u might have something for him by the way u kept looking at him from ur window whenever he is on ur line of sight, he has caught u multiple times staring at him from his mirror and couldn't help but admire how cute u looked trying to hide with ur curtain thinking that he wouldn't see u, but he did!. Jay on the other hand loved the way ur face turns red whenever he spoke to u in ur work meetings, ur shyness, the way u try to avoid his gaze everytime u felt his eyes on u, it just that u look so delicious for him to ignore u and not tease u. U were sitting there regretting all of ur life choices so embarassed for some reasons that it had to be these two specificly , not even one of them, but both? Woah u wouldn't survive here for sure! U can sense them tearing u appart with their eyes, u couldn't help but fan urself praying that the next contenstant enter now, and she did "Joy" as u've heard about her in the magazines, she is a very famous and beautiful model, has worked with so many known labels, u were surprised to see her in front of u fangirling inside rather than being intimidated by her presence, u scaned her outfit, a short white skirt with pleaths, with a yellow crop top that shows her cleavage, her hair was styled up in a ponytail, her makeup is done perfectly, she looked so beautiful u were drooling. Standing up to say hi, she looked ur way her smile getting bigger as she held her hand to shake urs directing her words to everyone in the room hi , nice to meet u m joy." She said to everyone in the room, the guys nodded at her introducing themselves and turned their gaze to u immediatly. Pressure, so much pressure u r feeling right now, it's almost suffocating the vibe in this room ! The silence not helping it at all. Before Joy can say something to lighten the mood the door opened and ur eyes opened wide with it , seeing sunghoon one of the people that u can't help it but feel embarrassed around giving that one situation u had with him (oh nooo ) u said to urself, it was as if this cast was selected on purpose to make fun of u. U gulped as he approached, white shirt tight on his body, tucked nicely in his pants getting his so very nice black locks away from his face, He looks…. majestic. Stopping in the middle of the room he said hi to everyone and took a seat next to you making u scream in your head, he turned ur way looking at u with a cocky grin: we met again little one. U were hopping that he doesn't remember u , that he forgot completly about ur existance, but looks like it's not the case. U see ur story with Sunghoon started in ur collage years, u were so frustrated after all ur exams and the teasing of heeseung (even when he wasn't doing anything) u head to a very far bathroom sure that almost nobody used it before closing the door and started getting off, moaning at ur pervet thoughts about heeseung not noticing that someone else was in the bathroom as well it's not until u got out of the bathrooms section and were going to the sinks to wash ur hand that u saw sunghoon standing there with shoock looking at u like u were some kind of pervet

u were ready to die at that moment, not knowing what to do ur head told u to ran away immediately and from that moment u did everything u could to avoid Sunghoon's presence, whenever u saw him heading some way u made sure to go in the opposite until u graduated and stopped seeing him. But here he is sitting so close to u, ur thighs are touching ,u were sure that by this time ur face is so red, ur hands got so sweaty from anxiety , u stopped hopping for the other contestants afraid that someone else u know is gonna enter. Joy was making sure to get rid of the awkwardness asking about your MBTI and stuff and that really helped to relieve ur stress a little bit. The next girl came, her name is "Siyeon", she was wearing a tight leather dress with high boots, her hair red and her eye makeup was so intense, out of everyone here she was definetly the most intimidating one!. She said hi sitting in ur opposit direction eyes checking u out, u couldn't help it but feel like she looks familiar "where have i seen her before?" But u couldn't remember, u felt uneasy by the way she was staring at u, somehow this room keeps getting hotter the more people come, u just wanted a breath but NO whenever u look someway ur eyes meet someone's so u just ended up looking down. The last contestant was late, the staff told you that they will come for diner and suggested to chose rooms to carry your luggage to. There was 6 rooms, 3 for the guys and 3 for the ladies. You didn't know how to choose so you just did that randomely, one of the three rooms is for 2 people. You went to the room they choose for you smiling at the cozy vibes you got from it, you closed your eyes after tossing yourself on that bed, tired already and you just started. "How am i gonna live with these people for a whole mounth ? Omg plz help me" You couldn't contain yourself from cursing Yeri and Jungwon who didn't even bother to show themselves or at least send you a text before you came her. ----> (Irey is Yeri btw)

You: U bitches i'll never forgive u! 😡 Irey:W-Whyyy??? 😶😶 You: U have the audacity to ask me why? You:Where are you? I have a lot of things to tell u! Irey:emm actually u won't see me there-…. "U furrowed ur brows at her reply, questionning wtf does she means" You :? Irey: ehem that … u know.. this is not the show we were working for. You: can u give me an understandble respond cause i don't get what you are saying. Irey: Actually one of my friends begged me to bring someone to the show, they promised to give us an interview with a very famous actor and i couldn't say no 🥺

You: Ahhhh Yeri, when i catch u Yeri ! Why would u lie to me like that u could of just told me the truth, do u know in what situation i am right now? Ffff good thing ur not here or i would of smacked that face of urs 😮‍💨. Irey: i knew u would say No, like u said it even though u thought the show is mine! So there was no way u'd say yes if i said it's for a friend. Also what situation are u talking about? 😶 You : m not telling u ! I need u to learn ur lesson first. I have to go now!.

U turned ur internet off sullking, ur head is spinning hopping that this room gets locked somehow and not oppen until 30 days passes. But as soon as u thought that, u heard a knock on ur door, curious as to who is there, u rushed only to open it in an almost shirtless heeseung only two of his bottons are closed his hair kind of messy his fucking smirk not leaving his face, u stayed there mouth open not knowing what to do, u have never once spoken to Heeseung before, he is someone u kept admiring and crushing on because u never been this close to him , and now that he is in front of u head leaning to reach ur height u can't help the aggressif heartbeat pounding in ur chest. Ahhh m doomed!

Heeseung moved some of ur hair to tack it behind ur ears, eyes on ur lips not even trying to hide that as his tongue darts on his. Heeseung whispered in ur ear making sure to awaken all of ur senses "i've been waiting to get close to u little doll." He moved away enjoying ur flustred face and the way ur eyes are fully open looking at his chest muscule. He chuckled enjoying how shameless u r not even saying a word and staring at him instead, he approached u more his index finger tracing ur neck "it looks like m not the only one who has been waiting for that ha?" Not knowing what to say u kept quiet inhaling his smell secretely ofc! Eyes closed, all of ur braincells stopped working. Heeseung has that much effect on u? U thought. He stepped out again looking at u amused he definetly didn't think u'd act this obvious in front of him, he thought u'd shake him off, try to avoid him maybe? But no, he was wrong. Nd god he loves it even more, seeing how u r acting when he hasn't even done nothing it got him aroused. Heeseung cleared his throath finally remembering why he came here "The staff are calling us to talk a little bit and have lunch, u can change and join us if u want." he said scanning ur short dress and how tight it is on ur body, fuck! He is going insane already! . U noded still affected to let a word out, he smiled at u and left. U closed the door head spining what is going on with u? U shake this feeling there was so much tension between both of you, u didn't know he'd look more handsome up this close, God, he is so ur ideal type… u've never meet someone close to ur ideal type before heeseung, so the moment he moved to ur neighborhood

the moment u saw him exit his house going god know where u couldn't help but gasp, butterflies running in ur stomache u felt an instant attraction, and from that moment u couldn't miss an opportunity to admire him, the fact that his room was in front of urs helped a lot, there was a lot of moment when he'd come home after the gym removing his shirt body all sweaty and abs defined, hair messy drinking a bottle of water, How hot can he get! Out of all the days of the week u were looking for the gym ones Heeseung always giving u a show.

Now that u r thinking about it the fact that u've never talked with each other until now is crazy, but u thanked god for that because if u did u'd be so down bad for him. Getting him out of ur head u changed into a more comfortable clothes, receiving a text that there will not be any dates out , so you can just chill and get to know each other , checking the mirror u stared at ur own reflection wearing a cute pink shorts with kitten paws and a white oversized tshirt, hair in a messy bun with some strands on ur face, u put ur lipgloss making sure that u look presentable, after 5 min of checking urself u got ur phone and headed down to the living room, almost everyone was already sitting , joy still in her previous outfit laughing with jay over something, siyeon in a black hoodie and sweatpants eating god knows what, heeseung in white top and grey sweatpants "oh god m feeling dizzy" staring at ur outfit with a side smile, Sunghoon nontheless is not here yet… u smiled awkwardly avoiding Heeseung and sitting between jay and Siyeon who is now looking at u.

Siyeon leaned to ur side "what was ur name? I didn't have a glimpse at it." You smiled at her while telling her ur name. Siyeon "Y/n! what a cute name for a cute girl like u. " She said looking at ur cute shorts with a smile U thanked her cheeks red after her comment, Joy somehow only noticing ur presence now "Ohhh Y/n u r here?" U noded as she gave u a piece of strawberry candy "here, have one." U took it u've been craving something sweet since this morning, u removed the wrapper and slid the candy between ur lips sensing 4 pair of eyes on you, u forrow not knowing at what they r staring but then Sunghoon enterend the room taking ur attention away, he changed to an outfit similar to heeseung but all in black , he noticed ur gaze bitting his lips as he sitted next to heeseung, both of them whispering between each other. Joy took this moment to talk "okayy so guys i wanted us to get to know each other better but i think it would not be great when another contestant will join us tonight so i figured out we save that for then." You nodded agreeing "yeah it's better that way." (u spoke still playing with the candy until a small drop of saliva got out) taking ur finger to catch it afraid it's gonna stain the couch u watch at siyeon catched it instead taking it to her lips, ur eyes widen at that not knowing what to do as she let out a hmm sound , u turned ur head pretending like u've not seen or heard anything as Joy started asking if we know how to cook. U answered immediately "Ohhhh m a bad cook." Laughing awkwardly afterwards, Joy smiled relating to u "so i am hahahhah" Jay leaned on the back of the couch manspreading hands carressing his forhead "m good at cooking i can help." U looked his way not expecting that he does and he met ur eyes grining "why? U thought i don't know how to?" Taken back from his sudden question to u, u answer stutering "N-no i- i just u know…." Not letting u finish ur words Jay let out a deep chuckle "i was just kidding relax."

Smiling u massage ur neck awkwardly as u bite on the candy finishing it. Ur eyes shifted to both heeseung and sunghoon who seems deep into their conversation quietely as they keep looking ur way, u looked at them confused and curious about what they r talking about and thanks for having Joy here she asked them "u guys seem like u know each other"

Heeseung smiled "Yeah Sunghoon is a very close friend of mine (he looked deep into ur eyes)hens he never hide something from me, he tells me everything. "Is he implying that he told him about me?"

Shocked u looked at Sunghoon to find him smirking at u, u started to panic no way he did right?. U felt uneasy the whole time, not beeing able to concentrate in their discussions head wandering whether heeseung knows now or not. Sensing something off Jay reached ur thigh hand hanging there while asking if something is wrong, u flinched from his touch "ohh noo no m fine just hungry."

U lied. Jay smiled softely asking siyeon for her opinion about what to prepare for lunch since they are the only two who knows how to cook. Siyeon shrugged and then asked what you r craving her eyes on the hand that is still on ur thigh clicking her tongue. After they setteled on what to do, you joined them in the kitchen wanting to help in someway. Siyeon "wanna help?" She asked getting some stuff from the fridge, you noded: "yeah just show me what to do and i'll do it." Jay's focus shifted to u after ur words smiling at how cute u look with these clothes, u look so innocent saying these words he almost wanna ruin that.

Siyeon in the other hand patted ur hair asking u to chop some vegetables for the pasta she will be making, u did that Joy helping u with them as Jay is working alone frying the steaks, ur nose picked up the delicious smell of the seasoning making ur stomache growl more from hunger, mouth watering as u stare at it. Seeing that Siyeon couldn't help but laugh at ur cuteness "omg why are u so cute, Jay u better hurry or Y/n is gonna throw u aside and have the steak for herself."

U chuckled embarrassed u can't help it when u r hungry it just shows. "btw where is Sunghoon and heeseung?" Jay asked now flipping the steak to the other side. "they are looking for a movie so we can watch it together." Joy answered washing some fruits for later U smiled upon hearing her words "Ohhh that sounds fun." Siyeon smiled at ur reaction "yeah Are u excited?." U smiled back while nodding "i didn't have the time to watch something in a while so that sounds fun." "And why is that? Is it because of work." Siyeon asked now adding more cream cheese to the pasta. U sighed u didn't have a week off for an eternity, u really need a rest "yeah" Siyeon pouted side hugging u "awww." Jay turned the heat off placing the last steak beautifully on the plate "okaay steak is ready, how is it going overthere?." Siyeon also placed the pasta on the three plates in front of her, you got some forks and napkins while joy helped Siyeon to serve the table, as you got there u found a very sus heeseung staring at his phone with his brows forrowed, u noticed that he always has this expression before he close the curtains when u were "stalking him", clearing ur throat heeseung shuts his phone helping joy as Sunghoon comes from outside holding some snacks and putting them in the kitchen for later.

Everyone took their places diving into food u cutted the steak taking a piece and savouring the tastiness of it moaning at how good it is u give a thumbs up to Jay saying with ur eyes that he did an excellent job getting a lovely smile from him u smiled back , not noticing the stares u got from ur so not quiet moan.

Heeseung tightened his fist trying to brush off this feeling and focusing on his food, head still dizzy from how fuckable u look with that cute and adorable outfit u r wearing. Sunghoon on the other hand stares at u darkly memories from the past coming back to him, he'd love that moment to repeat itself now, he'd definitely act differentely than before.

Siyeon's eyes bore into u, eyes never leaving u, taking in every expression and sound u make, she finds u sooo cute and adorable she can't even eat properly not wanting to miss a thing. Joy isn't even there lost in the food she has been starving herself for her last photoshoot that this is paradise for her. U finished eating not paying attention to anything, heeseung and sunghoon offered to wash the dishes since they didn't help in cooking earlier. They came out from the kitchen with some snacks sitting in the sofa in front of the tv before sunghoon hitted play for the movie on the screen.

U were sandwitched between heeseung and sunghoon they were so close to u, both of their bodies touching urs, u felt so hot , so weird not knowing what to do after all it's been three years since u broke with ur ex and got to ur current job, ur job being as hard as it is didn't allow u or give u the chance to meet with anyone, u haven't been this close to a guy appart from Jungwon in a while, so the fact that heeseung throw his hand at ur shoulder while eating from his bowl made u so flustered not giving ur full focus to the movie playing, hands shaking u opened ur hair tie allowing ur hair to breathe a little while tying it again, ur shampoo smell was everywhere now making sunghoon inhale it while placing a hand on ur thigh pretending like it's nothing big U gasp a little bit looking at him staring at the tv, u bit ur lips feeling hot all of a sudden, heeseung took some chocolate from the table offering it to u, u took it smiling at him with a very quiet thank u. The movie kept going on, it was a romance movie you weren't a big fan of romance so u were so bored, u took ur phone from ur pocket opening instagram to the picture of heeseung u checked out this morning

flustered u clicked exit multiple times locking the phone and putting back on ur pocket u couldn't even look at heeseung side but u r so sure that he saw it giving the little breathy chuckle he gave after the "pathetic" word he mumbeled making ur cheeks as red as tomatoes, u sighed seriously when will this day end?. Sunghoon on the other side moved his hand a little to high, pretending to take some chips from heeseung's bowl ignoring the way u jolted at his touch as he grins, he kept doing that taking u by surprise everytime he does it, you were starting to get so hot after what they are doing heeseung throwing some groans and sighs so close to ur ears whenever he eats something, plus sunghoon's touches.

Heeseung asked u if he could call his phone because he doesn't know where he left it, confused as to why he asked u specificly when sunghoon was just here playing with his but u gave it to him forgetting that u already has his number after stalking him on social media just to see some of his stories that he just shared in his number, Heeseung wanted to make sure if the unknown number he keeps seing is really urs curious as to how far u went, and yeah he was sure the moment he composed four of his phone number on ur screen and he saw his name on it, he smiled more amused than creeped, he could of embarrass u here and expose u but it would be more fun if it's only u two, so he earesed the numbers and give u ur phone back saying that he just remembered where he put it and u didn't think that much about it until u saw a scene in the movie where the female lead was calling one of her friends and then it clicked to u, u gasped quietely eyes looking at heeseung trying to read his face "did he saw his number?".

But heeseung didn't say anything appart from raising his brow in question and saying "what?". Joy insisted to watch another movie too bored to do anything, siyeon on the other hand excused herself going to sleep, u didn't want to leave Joy here alone with the guys in case she'd feel uncomfortable so u just stayed: noo this movie needs darkness can we close the curtains Jay?. Jay noded closing the curtains and going back to sleep in the other end of the couch. U adjusted the way u r sitting lying into the couch u kicked sunghoons leg by mistake saying "sorry" as he didn't even bother to answer u, too focused on his phone it got u curious but as soon as u peeked there u regretted ur decision, "is he watching porn here? Wtf?" Ur eyes got wide face red so surprised at his action, u reached for the water drinking a bunch and going back to ur place , after a while heeseung asked sunghoon about what he was watching making ur face go red again, thinking that he would say something as "nothing important" or whatever but instead he showed him, his phone right into ur sight shocked u look at him but again he is not even paying attention to ur existance both of them acting as u r not between them right now, discussing how eager the woman in the video is, how they'd ruin her and give her exactly what she needs, u felt so aroused there, u know u shouldn't but ain't no way u wont with how much teasing both of them were giving u before and now that they are doing this u need to run from here but the thing is that u couldn't, u were locked between them, body stuck there, u couldn't even move, as the guy in the video slapped his dick on the woman's face heeseung chuckled deeply "look at how small her face looks next to his cock how would it look next to mine, i bet her face would disappear" hearing his words u let out a small whimper, u've always fantasied about heeseung, how he'd look while being pleasured, how big his cock would be, how would he fuck, and now that he is here claiming that he has a huge cock u can't help it but whimper shifting on ur seat uncomfortably, pussy itching.. Heeseung felt his cock twitch inside his pants from the sound u let out, containing his groan, he loved that face u had after listening to his words. Sunghoon smirked at u knowing exactly how shameless u can be, and how easy it was to make u horny, he in fact didn't caught u that time alone, it was actually u who caughted him for the first time, he used that bathroom a lot and everytime he does he knows that u'd be there getting off on something stupid.

So now he isn't even surprised, seing how ur thighs keep rubbing together, he kept playing the video throwing some comments here and there making it hard for u to not let out a sound, for a moment u forgot that u r on a variety show, thanks god that they still hasn't installed the cameras in this room or u'd be gone. U throw a look at Joy sighing in relieve when u saw how her eyes are so into the movie, Jay as well is long gone sleeping. This whole situation that u r into now is insane to u, it is one of ur very long fantasies and the fact that they are ignoring ur presence is driving u more insane. Clicking on anothor video of a woman dressed up as a kitten with her collar on kneeling before as what seems her master heeseung sighed "so he is into that?" U thought very interested as to what is gonna happen shame long gone u watched with curious eyes as he pulled on her leash guiding her to his cock before ordering her to open her mouth, pulling her hair harshely and started fucking her mouth, not caring about how she is gagging on his side, eyes watering as her face became so red, ur mouth opened in an o as u watch him use her as he want u gulp loudly at that, both heeseung and sunghoon looking ur way focusing now on ur face rather than the video, eyes dark and sharp, drinking ur expressions, sunghoon dragged his hand again on ur thigh making u leave a small moan, bitting his lower lip agressively ohhh how he wished to take u here in front of everyone hearing u moan again and again as he used u, especially after u put ur hand on his wrist digging ur nails on his flech, hips shamelessly grinding forward, he groaned deeply his cock twitching so hard, seeing this heeseung couldn't help it but to pat his cock on top of his pants hiding his action with the large pillow he has on his lap. U couldn't contain urself after sunghoon touched u, it was as if you reached ur limit u didn't know what to do ur hand guiding sunghoon's hand upward he hissed after sensing ur wetness on top of ur shorts he cursed deeply "so fucking wet, ur gonna ruin the couch" u moan ashamed but not much as u grind on his hand eyes shutting brain washed and clear nothing running there but for u to release ur stress, heeseung leaned in ur ear whispering quitely"looks at u now, getting off on sunghoon's hand in front of everyone, pretending to be innocent all the time while in reality ur just a horny eager little thing" he licked ur earlobe taking ur hand to palm his crotch, u moan sensing how hard and big he is he chuckled "what? Liked that? Do u think u can take it" u just moaned occupied with sunghoon's hand that pressed hard on ur clit and then disappeared, whining u open ur eyes barely managing to not shut them, sunghoon's fingers digged in ur thighs harshely "when someone ask u a question u have to answer little one or u wont get what u want" u pout hand still working on heeseung as u look at him almost crying u were so close u barely managed to get these words out "i can take everything, so please touch me". Sunghoon patted ur cheek in a menacing way before he whispered "that's more like it slut" U moaned at the degrading name taking his hand again and placing it inside ur shorts u almost screamed when his cold fingers pressed on ur clit hand moving in a fast circular motion making ur toes curl, everything about sunghoon's touch is harsh he took one of ur breasts kneeding it roughly u were afraid it gonna burst in his hand, heeseung took the other one circling ur nipple until it became hard and he tugged on it pinching it u almost let out a scream if it wasn't for his other hand that covered ur mouth hard, u felt like u were in heaven touched and gropped this way was something u always craved

ur eyes opened a little meeting Jay's that is on the other end watching u while mouthing quietly to not let Joy notice "so sluty" "very pathetic" he clenched his jaw regreting sitting that far but enjoying the show nontheless, u look so hot like that sweating hand pressed on ur lips covering any sound breasts gropped ahhh how soft and squechy they'd feel around his hands, ur hand palming heeseung's crotch skilfully nails pretty and beautiful just to be ruined by cum, you look so fucked out now shaking in sunghoon's hand eyes rolling back trying to remove his hand from how sensitive u are but he is too strong for u to do that, he kept moving his hand until u let out a tear chuckling deeply at ur state as heeseung freed his cock from his pants and started moving ur hand faster groaning right in ur ears so close to his release he had to let go of ur lips to bit his hand and supress any sound, not long after, u felt ur hand getting sticky moaning at this feeling u miss it so much, heeseung kept going until he emptied his balls, satisfied to see ur hand full of his cum, if only u were alone here he'd make sure u don't waste a drop of it, sunghoon guided his fingers full of ur slick into ur mouth making u suck on them "that's right make them clean whore" u moaned on his fingers driving him insane as he pushed his fingers deeper in your throat u almost gagged but held it, not wanting to make Joy who has seen everything through the screen's reflection notice, with a pop sunghoon removed his fingers letting go of ur breast as heeseung did the same, standing and leaving u there like a mess looking at jay shamefully as he shrugged his head disapointed.

U excused urself running to ur room face as red as a tomato u washed ur hand moaning after seeing how full of cum it is, u can't help it but wish that they follow u to ur room to finish what they were doing not satisfied fully by what they gave u, pussy still clenching around nothing, u sighed flustrated. Changing ur clothes u went to ur bed thinking about what just happened the fact that Jay saw u is turning u on more than it should, after minutes of thinking u find urself sleeping so tired from today's event. U woke up to a text notification, telling u that u'll be headed to a restaurant to meet the last contestant. U smiled excited to eat outside properly, picking a tight black dress with a golden chain on the collar, wearing ur favourite heels and applying a red lipstick, satisfied with ur look u wore some parfum going to ur bed to pick ur bag before u hear a knock again. Gulping and adjusting ur dress u opened the door just to find urself thrown to the wall hand tightly wrapped around ur lips, u widen ur eyes taking a back fromhow fast that happened just to see Jay looking at u darkely, jaw clenched as he come closer whispering with his other hand lifting ur dress and reaching inside ur panties hissing as u feel a weird object enter u "U really thought i'd act like nothing happened ha?" He rubbed the toy on ur folds making u moan quietly, "u see i couldn't bear the fact that i was left out " he continue rubbing on ur folds only faster this time making u squirm over his hand, he chuckled deeply "so i figured out i should teach u a lesson" he leaned on ur ears whispering "u r gonna have this inside u all the time at the diner" he licked ur earlobe "u better act well or it'd be so embarrasing" u moaned at the thought, he leaned back scanny ur fucked out state hips following his hand mouvement eyes rolled back this is all too much for u he pressed harder on ur lips "m really so disapointed on u, how could u leave ur client out?" He removed his hand from ur panties only when u were about to come leaving u whining and positioned it on ur left hip "but again i didn't know u'd be so perveted letting two men use u in front of everyone" u whimper from humiliation gasping when his knee got between ur thighs pressing directly on ur core "i'll tease u a lot tonight" he grinded his knee on ur core making ur knees feel like jelly if it wasn't for the hold he has on ur hip u'd be on the floor now "i'll make sure u come to my room tonight crying and begging me to fuck u"

No cause Jay here is gonna be 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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saltandburnheathens · 1 month

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Good morning Miss Winnie. (Part II)

Part I

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader.

Rating: Gen.

Summary:

Two weeks after Dean became a father, it's time to jump back on the hunting horse. But he's hesitant.

Notes: Non-canon, no time line. And I don't ever want kids. But I just became an aunt and I sort of need to get this out of my system! Short and I'm not promising that I won't continue this. Who knows really. Finally this was written after I'd taken my usual nightly gummy.

“Bonnie?”

You shot Dean a look across the kitchen. He was cooking eggs on the stove while you were nursing. Castiel was the only other member of the bunker awake at six a.m. and, fortunately, occupied the library. It wasn’t that you cared about the other men seeing you breastfeeding, it was how they reacted to it. Both became very awkward and outwardly attempted to look anywhere but at your breasts.

“You can’t accept Winnie, but you pick Bonnie?”

Dean shrugged.

“I was just thinking if we had a boy we could call him Clyde. We’d have our own little gang.”

“Firstly, I’m not doing this again. And secondly, Bonnie and Clyde were felons.”

“What do you mean ‘you’re not doing this again?’ Don’t most women go crazy for more kids? They smell the baby's head and some hoo-doo helps them forget about the pain and bodily fluids.”

“Yeah, well. You try being in labour for damn near forty eight hours and shitting yourself in a room full of people. Including the man you love. Then come back and tell me you’ve forgotten about it and wanna do it all over again.”

“Point taken.” Dean laughed, plating up eggs and bacon for them both, “And you didn’t shit yourself by the way.”

“I didn’t?”

“I think I’d remember.”

You smiled at the plate of food and carefully lifted the baby from your breast. She’d long since stopped feeding and was instead squirming, ready to be winded.

“I can take it from here.” Dean reached down and lifted the little girl up into his arms. He held her upright against his chest and began rubbing circles into her small back, “There we go kiddo. Get it up.”

“Be careful.” You warned.

“I’m not taking any chances.” Dean gestured to the polka-dot muslin cloth on his shoulder.

You watched as he gently walked your daughter around the kitchen, her little body squirming while he cooed into her ear. She made several little squeaking noises, threatening to cry, only to be brought back to earth by her father’s tender voice.

“Come on now, no tears. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes locked with Dean’s for a moment, both reflecting a soft smile. He was proving to be an excellent father, not that you’d doubted him for a second. But Sam had. He’d been very vocal about Dean knowing nothing about babies and how, despite the fact that he was happy for you both, he thought this whole ‘raising a family thing’ was a bad idea.

“You guys are great together! But I don’t think this is the right environment for a kid.” Or something along the same bullshit.

Dean had been adamant about her though. He damn near refused to speak to Sam until he stopped with his questions and logical answers. Sure you both had been sceptical about bringing a child into this life, but neither of you had actively prevented it. If it happened, it happened.

Speaking of the devil. Sam groaned and stretched his arms above his head, stumbling into the kitchen. He dug the palm of his hands into his eyes, drawing them down his face afterwards.

“Morning. Coffee’s in the pot.” Dean said, his voice shifting from Dad to brother by just an octave.

Sam poured himself a hefty mug before offering more to the kitchen. You declined but insisted that he fill up Deans.

“He’ll need the caffeine for your hunt.”

“Oh so you’re back on the job then?” Sam questioned, his eyebrows rising.

Dean’s brow furrowed as he shifted the little one on his chest. He searched her face, the cogs visibly turning in his head.

“I’ll get back to you on that one.”

“What? I thought you’d be happy to get back on the horse.” You’d assumed that after being out of work for almost two weeks that Dean would be craving a hunt, but his face said otherwise.

“Yeah. I mean I am. But she - “

“She’ll be right here when you get back.” You interrupted, “It’s a simple in and out job. Right Sam?”

“Sure. Run of the mill ghost in the attic for some old friend’s of Bobby’s.” Sam took a lengthy sip of his coffee, “And it pays too.”

“See? And we could use the cash for Winnie.”

Sam scoffed, barely holding onto the coffee in his mouth. He looked between you both and then to his niece.

“Winnie?”

“Short for Winchester but not her name. Just a placeholder until we find the perfect one.” You inform, “But what’s so wrong with Winnie anyway? It’s a perfectly acceptable name.”

“Nothing wrong with it at all. It’s just not what I pictured you both to come up with.”

“Fortunately it’s not.” Dean added, shifting the baby from one arm to the other as she reached up with her little hands, “As for the hunt, I’m not sure.”

He offered a finger for her hand to close around, eyes never leaving her. the features on his face softened, lips almost pulling downwards into a frown.

You exchanged a knowing look with Sam.

“If this is about Win- her- you don’t need to worry. I can cope fine on my own for one night.” You offered

“Yeah but what if it isn’t just one evening?” Dean answered, his voice doing nothing to disguise the concern he was feeling.

“It’s only a few towns over. We’ll be home by four am - ”

“But what if something goes wrong? Huh? Then what? I’ve left my wife without a husband, my little girl without a father. And -”

You jumped to your feet at the distress in his voice and rushed to loop an arm around his middle.

“Don’t say that. It’s a run of the mill job, something you guys have done one thousand times over. Nothin’ bad is gonna happen other than a few bruises.” You laid your head on his shoulder, eyes coming to settle on the little lady in his arms, “I can deal with those. And she’ll not know any different.”

With a deep sigh, Dean kissed you gently on the head. It was an uncharacteristic display of affection, especially in front of his brother, but you hadn’t the heart to react. You knew he was feeling vulnerable, that much was clear in his reaction, and to draw attention to it would only make things worse. Instead you settled against him and allowed his warmth and the soothing sounds of your baby to still your own anxiety.

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit that some part of you was fearful of your husband walking out of the bunker and never coming home. Hunting was a dire job, one which had claimed the life of many of your comrades. Dean may be an experienced hunter, renowned in his own right, but he certainly wasn’t immune to unfortunate outcomes. That much had been proven time and time again.

Lost in thought, the only sounds in the kitchen were the gentle fussing of your daughter and the whirring of the circulation fans.

Finally Castiel broke the silence with his sudden entrance. He appeared in a flurry of feathers, one coming to land on the table top by your abandoned coffee cup.

“We have doors, Cas. Use ‘em.” Dean warned, pulling your daughter closer to his chest as she began to fuss.

“I’m sorry, Dean. It’s a force of habit.” Castiel answered, taking a seat next to Sam, “I startled her.”

“You think?!”

You moved to take the baby from Dean but he shook his head, whispering a small ‘I got this’ back to you as he started to rock her from side to side. But it was no good, her cries grew louder and more furious. You began to wonder how those big sounds could even come from such a small creature.

Before you could offer your help again Castiel brushed past you.

“I didn’t mean to scare her.” He said, coming to stand in front of Dean “Is there anything I can do?”

“Here” to your surprise, Dean held your daughter out towards the angel, “You can settle her down while I grab her diaper bag.”

You lean in and quickly sniff.

“I don’t think she needs changed, D.”

“Well I don’t know what else to do. She -”

Castiel reached forward and lifted the infant from Dean. He brought her to settle in the crook of his arm, offering up his fingers for her to grab at. Gradually she began to quiet, her hands reaching up for Castiel’s and her eyes wide, staring into his face.

You and Dean watched on in outward confusion. Castiel, to your knowledge, had never handled a baby before. At least not in recent years.

“How did you do that?” Dean asked almost aggressively, “She was cryin’ up a storm seconds ago and you just took her and nothing.”

“Did you use your grace?” Sam suggested.

“She’s much too small to handle my grace in any capacity. It would kill her.”

You considered jumping in and taking her from Castiel but stopped yourself. She was settled and happily holding onto the angel's fingers. No sense in ruining it. Beside you Dean was tense, clearly struggling with something along the same lines. His face was etched in hard lines and you could see his brows furrowing.

Gently you looped your arm through his and guided him to his long forgotten coffee cup. He moved but his eyes never left you daughter in the angel’s arms.

“So,” Sam cleared his throat, “About this hunt.”

“What about it?” Dean glared at him over the rim of his cup.

“Are you in or -”

“He’s in.” You answer before the question could even be finished.

“Wha - I -”

“Oh come on. You got this. I can handle her and Cas will be here if I need any help. Right Cas?” The angel gave something akin to a positive response, “You have to get back out there at some point.”

Dean’s gaze flickered from Sam to you, finally coming to land on Castiel. He watched the angel gently swaying the little girl in his arms and the lines on his face began to soften.

“Hmmm. You’re sure about this?” He asked.

“Positive.”

“If there’s any trouble, anything at all, you call me.”

“Sure.” You smiled, “But I doubt Winnie will be as much of an issue as your malevolent spirit.”

Dean chuckled, accompanied by Sam.

“God, we’re really going to have to talk about her name when I get back.”

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traincat · 1 year

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i was trying to explain to my mom how the harry potter game is antisemitic (we are not jewish) and she didnt really seem to get it. she was like "i mean if they were wearing yarmulkes i would be like yeah, the goblins are supposed to be jewish". do you know of a good source that i could send her that would break down the jewish stereotypes and how they arent just coincidence? if you dont have a good source dont worry about it but i saw you reblog stuff about it so i thought you might. thank you for your time!

I have a few resources I'm linking in my reply here, but I'm probably not going to be answering other questions about this because, to be honest, as a Jewish person in fandom, it's stressful. I'm reblogging stuff about Hogwarts Legacy because I'm Jewish and the antisemitism in the game is vile to the point where it feels irresponsible for me not to address it in some way, and because it ties into a lot of the other antisemitism I've personally faced in fandom when speaking about anything Jewish. I feel like your mother may have some trouble grasping the antisemitism because she seems to be viewing Judaism solely as a faith, when Judaism is an ethnoreligion -- a religion, an ethnic group, and wide and varied culture, and so stereotypes about Jewish people don't have to involve religious symbols and very often involve specific physical features, ie, big noses. The goblins in Harry Potter are short, ugly, and they have huge noses -- these are all features commonly associated in antisemitic caricature with Ashkenazi Jewish men. The idea that the goblins would only be valid caricatures of Jewish people if they were wearing a specific piece of clothing is troubling because it invokes the yellow stars Jews were made to wear by the Nazis. (For the record, my uncle wears a yarmulke full time, but the other men on my mother's side of the family do not. This does not make them less Jewish.)

But if your mother needs a symbol associated with the Jewish faith to help her understand, it's been noted that the game features a "goblin horn" that is very clearly a shofar, an important piece of Judaica which is used for religious purposes. (There's also a link between the date the horn is given in the game and a very brutal pogrom; more info in the twitter thread linked. If you want to get an idea of how virulent antisemitism is in fandom, the response to this thread and others like it are A Lot.) Like I can't say enough how blatant this is, and the reason it's getting by so many people are 1) a lot of non-Jewish people are at least on a base level, if not actively antisemitic themselves, basically okay with antisemitism, because antisemitism is so present in our culture and 2) uneducated on Jewish matters.

It's also important to note that in the Harry Potter world, goblins are specifically bankers. This is how they are first introduced to readers and this is their primary association in world: the goblins are literally guarding the gates on huge piles of wizard gold. This is an antisemitic stereotype, as Jews are often perceived as being money grubbing and greedy, as well as "secretly controlling" the greater world's wealth. More info in this wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economic_antisemitism. This thread by Rabbi Danya Ruttenberg also breaks down the connection between the "greedy Jew" stereotype and the historical precedent for Jewish moneylenders, a profession that was foisted on them because it was distasteful to Christians: https://twitter.com/TheRaDR/status/1057333224538624001. Harry Potter is not unique in these depictions. There is an example of this in, say, Star Trek, where the Ferengi are a race of greedy, money-obsessed aliens who have exaggerated "ugly" features and who are often depicted as oversexed, especially when it comes to women of other, more classically attractive alien races (this is another antisemitic stereotype of Jewish men). But the Ferengi are also all played by Jewish actors, and in the show where they feature most, Deep Space 9, they're protagonists. So while the Ferengi are rooted in antisemitic stereotypes, the involvement of Jewish creatives and their role in the story makes it a more complicated, nuanced situation. This is not what is happening in Hogwarts Legacy.

It's not a coincidence that the goblins in Harry Potter have always been depicted as bankers right from book one. While you can theoretically separate the series from Rowling's transphobia (although, y'know, you shouldn't), the antisemitism is baked into the series. Hogwarts Legacy just takes it to a whole other incredibly overt level. The point of the game is violence against Jews, and we see that because it's revealing just how many people out there are fine with demonizing Jews specifically and the level of violence Jewish people often face in fandom when they speak out about antisemitism.

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Noticing | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17

The walk to the interrogation room was short, (Y/N) followed Lopez, hot on her heels, as she tried to mentally prepare herself. Sure, Lopez would be taking the lead but (Y/N) always disliked interrogating suspects. It was too unpredictable and she had had enough unpredictability for a lifetime.

As they approached the door, (Y/N) held her hand up to stop Lopez for a moment. Quickly she whipped out her phone, shooting a quick text to Tim.

"You alright?" Lopez asked, looking for signs of hesitation on Bradford's face.

"Yeah, I just don't know how long we will be. He worries a lot still."

Angela just nodded, "I mean, can you blame him."

Instead of replying, (Y/N) moved to open the door for her and Lopez, closing it behind them as they entered the far to cold room. She held her breath to stop herself from shivering as she sat down on the metal chair.

On the opposite side of the table was a dark haired man, his grey hood covering most of his face. He looked down, refusing to acknowledge the two women. His clothes were nothing to marvel at, they weren't scruffy but were nowhere near neat, almost as if they had been scrunched on the ground after they had been washed.

His sleeves were pushed up his arms, revealing his tattoos. They were mostly dragons and other types of script work. There was, however, one tattoo that stood out from the rest.

It was a snake, wrapping in and out of his fingers and up his hand, connecting to the dragon on his wrist. It had aged somewhat, the delicate lines almost blurring together. The black in took up almost all of his hand, the only colour was the deep red eyes. (Y/N) could almost feel the thing looking at her, although she wouldn't have blamed it if it did because she was staring just as intently.

She had seen it before, not in the same placement, but it sure as hell was the same snake. It was the eyes that gave it away, it wasn't something she was likely to ever forget. It had seemed strange for a waiter in a high end restaurant to have such a tattoo on display, but maybe it wasn't just a tattoo, maybe it was a symbol of something more.

"What are you staring at, lady?" he grumbled at (Y/N), snapping her from her thoughts. "Something you like? Because I can show you a good time if you ask me nicely."

Angela rolled her eyes as (Y/N) spoke for the first time since they had entered the room. "Your tattoo... Mean anything?"

"Nothing that a pretty thing like you need to know."

"We are asking in a law enforcement capacity. Non-compliance can add to a sentence if you're charged. Now, does she need to ask again" Lopez said, redirecting the attention back to her, noticing that the other detective wasn't quite with it.

"It's a pact. Me and my brothers got them. Show loyalty."

Lopes scrawled down his words in her notepad. "And why a snake?"

"Wasn't my choice. I just got it." He leaned back in his chair, "Now are we done here, lady, because I've got places to be"

"Yes. You're free to go, but don't leave the city in case we have any more questions." Angela snapped her notebook shut before guiding the man out.

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"What got into you then?"

(Y/N) didn't need to turn around to know it was Angela behind her. After spending so many years working with her friend, she had come to tell when she was near, and slightly annoyed. "I've seen that tattoo before."

Lopez finally caught up. "Is it like a gang one? Something to look out for?"

"I'm not sure," (Y/N) stopped in the corridor, lowering her voice slightly. "Look, I'm sure it's nothing. It's just when me and Tim went out the other night, the waiter had the same tattoo on his neck."

"Could it not just be two men with snake tattoos."

"Yes... no. Maybe." (Y/N) rocked back on her heels as she considered her answer. "It was the eyes that were the same. I didn't see the tattoo in whole, like I said. It's probably nothing. I'm just being paranoid."

"We'll tell Grey, get it into a report. Better safe than sorry." Angela held her hand out, gesturing for (Y/N) to walk alongside her to the Watch Commander's office.

(Y/N) looked down at her feet as she walked, a sad smile adoring her face. "Thanks Ange, it means a lot. But do you think you could do me a favour; don't tell Tim. There's nothing to know at the moment."

"Are you-" Lopez began to say, only to be cut off from a voice behind her.

"Don't tell Tim what?"

Both detectives turned around to be greeted by Tim, standing strong in his blue. His face was hardened , eyebrows raised in questions, and his arms crossed along his chest.

"About our super secret love affair, Timothy." Angela said, quickly making her exit. She had learnt long ago not to get caught between the two Bradford's, especially since they were both as stubborn as each other.

"Do I want to know?" He asked after a moment, moving forward to place a gentle arm on (Y/N)'s. He wouldn't admit it, but he liked to feel her, it was a reminder that she was here and she wasn't going away anytime soon.

"Nope!" (Y/N) just laughed again, knowing that it would annoy Tim somewhat. She knew that he didn't need to know all of her hunches but it didn't mean that she couldn't have some fun with it at the same time. "Although..."

"Although what?"

(Y/N) pulled back from her husband, taking a few steps as she turned back to him, shooting him a wink. "The dude we had in interrogation. Totally into me."

Before he could respond, (Y/N) had turned on her heel again, moving down the corridor. Leaving Tim no option but just to shake his head at her.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Chen asked, as she walked in from the direction (Y/N) had just left in.

"Sure boot. Let's go."

Chapter 17 | Chapter 19

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Tags: @xceafh @kmc1989 @buba424 @salty0cracker @iamasimpingh0e @malindacath @hufflepuffwhore13 @agentred27

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WEEK TWO DAY ONE | NON CON + DEGRADING. FT. ARMIN ARLERT.

PAIRING: armin alert x fem! reader.

C/W: non consensual, creampie, degrading, slight brat-taming, mean! armin, cursing, kinda of ooc cause armin is very sweet & nice but he's very mean here, MINORS DNI!!

N0TE: bro this is kinda rushed + i'm slowly starting to lose motivation for kinktober since my posts aren't appearing in the tags.

P.S: not much degrading, since i forgot this was supposed to have so much degrading in it, sorry for the girlies that have a degrading kink and have been waiting for this, i failed you </3

armin was tired of it. he was tired of you using him. he was so tired of you talking to him just for work.

notes? armin. homework? armin. classwork? armin. projects and assignments? armin.

“armin, homework?” you would always ask to copy form him and he always answers you with a grin on his face, his eyes soft as he hands you the work. even though, deep down, armin was filled with hatred and loathe.

armin is disgusted by you, armin hates you.

but always late at night, armin would find himself fisting his cock to the thought of you, getting off to the thought of you sucking his cock.

armin was more disgusted by himself than you, how can he get aroused by a girl like you? a girl that doesn‘t care about her friends or anyone‘s feelings – a girl who only cares about herself and doen‘t even know what’s happening around her, a girl who uses others to benefit for herself.

but still, everyday, every single fucking day, armin would be stroking his cock while he scrolls through your instagram and zooms on pictures of you with your cleavage out, your ass, zooms on your panties when you have your legs slight apart or when you’re wearing a short skirt revealing your panties to anyone who prays attention to the photo. armins least favorite part was the comment section, opening the comments just to find a bunch of men thirsting over you, along with his friends too.

he would always grip his phone with anger, and immediately log out of his account.

today, as soon as armin finished masturbating a sudden text from you popped up in his notifications.

“todays notes? pretty please :(”

armin huffs in annoyance, all of his hatred towards you comes running straight back. but armin still obliges, sending you an “ok :)” and then sending you the notes right after, without any hesitation.

but after days passed, armin started actually getting sick of you. why don’t you ask someone else for the notes? why don’t you pay attention in class? he was tired of it.

armin started ignoring you, his phone was blowing up with message from you and armin thanked god that you guys got a week off otherwise he probably won’t handle your whining and complaining.

this led you to showing up to armins doorstep, banging on his apartment door. “armin! s’ me!” and he would immediately recognize your voice, armin would let out a scoff as he gets up from his desk to unlock the door. And as soon as he does, you were met with a exhausted looking armin, eye bags under his eyes indicting that he has been studying the whole week with no rest at all.

without wasting a second, you invited yourself into his apartment, “what? do you need anything?” armin said, nonchalantly. a quick fake pout covered your face, “whaat? are you not happy to see me?” you whined to which armin clicked his tongue at.

you quickly brushed it off and went straight to the reason on why you’re here; “why haven’t you been answering my messages?” you said with your phone in your hand, shaking it in your hand while having the chat between you and armin open – showing him how much you’ve been spamming.

“m’ busy,” armin quickly said to which you frowned at, “busy doing what?” to which armin quickly response with; “studying.” you let out a scoff, “yeah right, for a whole week?” armin shrugged to which you clenched your fists at, “busy studying y/n, i don’t have time unlike you” you felt anger boil up inside you by armins words, “i’m busy too!” armin let’s out a chuckle, “busy doing what? busy partying? busy sleeping with a new man every day?” your eyes widened, “what the fuck, armin?”

armin walked back to his desk – he seated himself on his chair, and held his pen in-between his fingers, “do you need anything, y/n?” you almost wanted to say no but who else would send you the notes other than armin? “yeah, need you send me all the notes from last week,” a small smirked formed on the corner of armins lips he placed his hand on his chin before he started speaking.

“sure, i’ll send you the notes” a smile of victory covered your face before armin started speaking again, “but, only if you let me have s-sex with you” armin stuttered – his shy personality still there. your smile immediately dropped when you heard armin, “with you? you’re probably a virgin” you chuckled before armin got up from his place and cornered you between the wall.

“i am?” it was armins turn to laugh, his hands roamed your body, “do you want the notes or not?” armins hand slowly made their way under your shirt – making contact with your breasts. “i-i do!” your breathe hitched, your eyes widened. the armin right now, is a different armin.

armin tucked down your shirt, your tits bouncing from the impact, “no bra?” armin snickered before he started toying with them, pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying your reactions. as you squirm underneath him.

his hand making their way downwards, toying with the end of your underwear. his pointer finger rubbing your cunt from above the fabric, creating a wet damp on your panties. “oh? you’re enjoying this? what a slut.”

you shook your head, “no, not a slut” you managed to let out – armin gripped your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him. “don’t lie y/n, don’t even try to deny it. i see you throwing yourself at a new guy every day, pressing your breasts against him as you ask for help with your homework later at your place just for it to end up with you stuffed full of his cock, am i right?” for armin, that was just guess. everything he said was a guess. but he knew he was right when he saw how your eyes widened at his words.

“seems like i’m right” he whispered into your ears, you were slightly trying to break free from armins grip on you – but he was way too far stronger than you. “don’t even try,” armin was staring at you from above, his eyes full of hatred.

armin carried you and then seated you on his desk, pushing his books and papers aside. armin forcefully spread your legs apart, “s-stop..” armin shushed you – a wide evil smirk on the corner of his lips, armin pulled your panties before he let’s go of them, watching as they snap back to your aching cunt “this thing is in my way,” armin spoke – referring to your white panties that was keeping armin away from your slicked cunt.

without any hesitation, armin ripped your panties, causing you to let out a gasp — “what the fuck! n-no!” armin let out a light chuckle at your reaction, his blonde hair covering his eyes as he laughed at your weak state.

your dripping cunt was on full display for armin, your wet folds and your tight hole fully exposed for armin to see. armin’s cock throbbed in his pants as he stared at your pussy, he licked his lips before he tugged down his pants, his cock sprung out, causing you to slowly back away.

“want you to help me” armin slurred, you shook your head, repeating “no” as armin got closer to you. “you can’t say no, no isn’t an option.” tears started to swell up at the corner of your eyes and armin could almost feel bad, but the memory of you using him encourages him to continue his vile acts.

armin gave his cock a few strokes before lining it up your entrance, teasing your cunt by pushing his length in and slowly slipping it out — his tip nudging your clit which made you cover your mouth to stop any sounds from slipping. armin then forcefully shoves his cock deep within your pussy, a groan follow right after. “pussy so warm” armin said as he slowly starts thrusting into you.

armin dick was dragging along your velvet colored walls, his thrusts slow and gentle, not breaking his rhythm. “already so obsessed with this slutty pussy, so tight & warm, fuck.” armin uttered. armins thrusts slowly turned into rough-fast thrusts, his hips bucking into you aggressively.

you finally decided to give up and let your moans fall from your lips as armin continued to ruin & abuse your pussy with his mean, rough thrusts. “you like this, don’t you? always having different men use this pussy of yours, s’ finally my turn” armin spat. slight groans left armin as your cunt fluttered around his dick, deliciously.

while armin was whispering degrading words into your ears, he was getting closer & closer to his climax. “oh fuck, getting close, shit.” his dick was hitting your deepest spot, that spongy spot that made you feel so good and made you moan out loudly.

your cries mixed with your moans had armins cock twitch inside your cunt, “ah — fuck!” armin hisses, his thrusts not losing their rhythm, despite turning messy and sloppy.

“g’nna cum, fuckfuck!” armin let out a loud muffled moan as he emptied his balls, deep inside your pussy. his hot spurts making you feel so full.

armins breath hitched, letting out low pants. as soon as armin settled down from his high orgasm, he pulled out of your cunt, slowly. his semen dripping from your entrance and ruining the desk.

armin hummed in satisfaction, a smile of victory on plastered on his face. your messy cunt, your crying face, that was all caused by armin.

armin was proud of himself.

“maybe, you’re g’nna have to do this everytime you want something from me, how about that?” armin questioned in delight. you couldn’t respond, just sobbing silently.

“will take this as a yes, now go on & get yourself cleaned — don’t wanna have you staying here for too long.” armin was ready to leave before he adds on; “ah, also, will send you the notes later, thank you for entertaining me for a bit.” you watched as armin left to clean himself in the bathroom, causing you to cry much harder.

no matter how much you cry though, armin was certain that you will be coming back here, crawling. begging him to send you all the work.

#aot smut #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #armin smut #armin x y/n #armin x reader #armin aot #aot x you #attack on titan x reader

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bell4lan · 2 years

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Quality Time

Genre: Fluff and crack (?) idk it's silly

CW: mentions of heats, suggestive dialogue, very dialogue heavy, hickies (only suggestive thing that happens i promise), talks of sex, mpreg mentions but its not canon, breeding mentions, i swear this is a fluff fic they just had some talks abt dirty things

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

Character(s)/Reader: Tighnari and GN reader but I wrote it with men and non-binary people in mind, 1 Kaeya mention

The sound of your backpack hitting the floor filled your bedroom as you flopped onto your bed. You were wiped from the class you just had, not even because it was hard, but because of how far it was from your dorm. It started snowing right before class ended, which meant you had to tread through snow for a long distance. It wasn't like you could've drove since Tighnari took your car to visit his family.

Speaking of Tighnari, he was coming back today. You wish you could get excited, but you were exhausted. The snow really did a number on your already sore legs.

You heard the front door jiggle as someone unlocked it. Only one other person besides you had a key, so you weren't panicked. You heard the front door shut and things shuffle around for a while. You knew it was Tighnari getting unpacked and changed.

You heard footsteps coming towards your room and saw your gorgeous boyfriend walk in, dressed in a hoodie and shorts since the heater was on.

You turned on your back and held out your arms to him. "Hi baby, I missed you." You said to him as he laid down on you.

"I missed you too (Name)." He kissed your lips passionately and you gladly returned it. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled away asking him about his trip. You played with his hair as you listened to the stories he told about his family. You couldn't help but smile when you heard him stumble over his words when you started petting his ears.

He stopped talking after a bit and relaxed on you, almost falling asleep from how comforting your pets were. He started nuzzling more into you when suddenly, his head shot up and his ears laid back.

"What's wrong?" You asked while rubbing his lower back. He glared at you and put his face in your neck, licking and biting it.

"Wh- Tighnari what is up with you." You squirmed slightly from the feeling of him sucking on your neck and saw his tail wagging more than usual. He was never usually like this, he usually waits for you to initiate stuff like this.

"G-gosh are you in heat or something?" You joked as you felt him leave more marks.

"That's not til June." He mumbles, completely serious with his answer. You pulled him away from your neck so you could be face to face with him.

"Wait...you actually have heats?" You asked sort of wide eyed.

"Y-yeah..." He looked off to the side, ears still down and tail calming down.

"But you said no when I asked you before." You faked a pout when you realized he lied to you.

"It's embarrassing to admit every once a year you feel this primal need to breed." He said as he laid back down on you.

"Need to breed? Gosh Tighnari you're so dirty." You teased as you went back to rubbing his back. He glared at you again, though this time it was paired with a red hue on his face.

You started petting his ears again trying to get him to calm down. "Can you tell me why you decided to attack my neck?" You laughed out.

"I smelled someone else on you..." He mumbled a bit shyly.

"Huh? Who?" You asked. You had been hanging out with your friends a lot, but it's not like you had done anything with them (iykwim).

"That one blue haired pirate guy." He growled as he gripped onto your hoodie. You started laughing at his spot on description.

"Oh my god, Kaeya? I guess that makes sense, I did have to carry him home when he was drunk. That wasn't long after you left though and i've taken so many showers since then. Can you really still smell him?" Tighnari relaxed as he heard your explanation and started explaining that he had a way better sense of smell than non-hybrid people. You already knew that of course, but you didn't know it was that much stronger than non-hybrids.

"Did you think I did anything with him?" Tighnari shook his head.

"No...I just hated smelling someone else on you." He confessed, not looking at you. You smiled and gave him a kiss on the head. You started teasing him about his jealousy and possessiveness earning a defensive Tighnari in return.

You both had calmed down and cuddled with each other for a bit. It was relaxing, until you broke the silence.

"Sooo...when you're in heat do you feel the need to breed others or be bred?" Tighnari's faced became a bright shade of red and he hid his face in your chest, flattening his ears again so they don't bother you.

"Ughhh I knew i'd regret telling you." He groaned.

"Hey i'm just curious!" You defended in a light hearted tone. You kept encouraging an answer until he finally responded.

"I...don't have a preference. It depends on how I feel at the time." He said, voice shaking from embarrassment. You nodded and asked more questions about his heats, making him even more flustered than he was. He knew you were genuinely curious under all the teasing, so he answered your questions the best he could.

"Can you be bred?" You jokingly asked. He didn't seem to get your joke until a few seconds after.

"Are you asking if I can get pregnant?" He hissed.

You just giggled and he stared at you like you were the dumbest person alive.

He sighs, "Of course not you dummy." He flicked your forehead and you whined out an "ow". He kissed the spot he flicked, making you smile at him.

"Could I ever help with your heats?" You asked in full seriousness.

"What? No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to bother you or depend on you. Plus, I might get used to it and who knows what will happen if we ever break up." He explains. When he said the last sentence, he got a sad look in his eyes.

"Hey if you think you can get rid of me you're wrong." You said as you attacked his face with kisses. Tighnari couldn't help but smile and laugh softly. Once you stopped, you flipped the both of you over so you were hovering over him. His ears twitched in curiosity.

"I love you." You whispered as you admired his looks, lips almost touching his.

"I love you too." He breathes out and connects his lips to yours. You both kissed each other lovingly, not wanting to break the beautiful kiss.

Eventually, you did pull away to catch your breath, making Tighnari frown.

"Now it's your turn to get marked." You said playfully. Tighnari's ears twitched again at your words.

"I guess it's only fair." He said with a smile and exposed more of his neck.

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I had to look up when foxes go into heat for this fanfic so you guys better like it.

#genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #tighnari x male reader #genshin fluff #tighnari fluff #tighnari x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x gn reader

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I must confess, I still believe.

“Do you believe I’m the Herald?” Slowly, carefully, Varric lays down his quill.

[AO3]

Tags: Inquisitor!Anders AU. Varric POV. Vanders. Religious themes. UST. Men exhibiting various behaviors.

Title from Baby One More Time by famed 20th century poet Britney Spears.

Word count: 3267

“Good, you’re awake.”

Varric looks up from the paper as Anders approaches, stops directly in front of him, just the low table between them. His hair is loose, clean but clearly slept in. It falls in his face, pools a little at his shoulders, casts funny shadows against his features even as it catches the red-orange of the firelight at the same time.

His eyes are bright. Not quite wild, but getting there. It’s nostalgic in a way that Varric really does not like. Keeps him bound up and tight, waiting for danger, for bad news.

“Something I can do for you, Inquisitor?”

Anders opens his mouth, closes it again. Varric thinks that it throws him off sometimes, being addressed by the title. It's part of the reason he keeps using it.

“What are you writing?”

“It’s-”

“Do you believe I’m the Herald?”

Slowly, carefully, Varric lays down his quill.

“I might’ve heard something about that.”

“That’s not-” he sounds frustrated, then seems to swallow it, “I’m not asking what other people are saying, Varric, I’m asking you. Do you believe I’m Andraste’s Herald?”

Varric can’t begin to explain how little he wants to answer that question.

“Anders-”

“Don’t dodge the question, just answer.”

“You’re really putting me on the spot here. I mean, it’s kind of an awkward question to just-”

“Varric.”

He should just lie. He lies all the time. It’s easy for him, like writing, like breathing. There’s no benefit, that he can see, to telling the truth here.

He wonders why he isn’t lying, even as the words are coming out of his mouth, he wonders what in the world is compelling him to be honest.

“Yes?”

Anders blinks slowly, as if he can’t believe what Varric’s saying either.

“Ah, maybe. Probably.” He sighs, shifts in his seat. He feels terribly… watched. As there are a lot more eyes on him than there really are. Why isn’t he lying? “I mean, shit. Either you’re the Herald or you have impossibly bad luck.”

Anders gives a short, skeptical, humorless laugh.

“What? Think about it. After everything that happened in Kirkwall, everything that happened before Kirkwall, you end up at the Conclave, you survive the Breach, an Archdemon, Corypheus, for a second time, you’ve got that fucking thing in your ha-”

“So that’s your argument? I must be Her Herald, because it’s not reasonable for me to be this unlucky otherwise?”

“Yeah, yeah I guess that’s what I’m saying.”

His expression is unreadable, the lighting makes his eyes seem unusually dark, and it makes Varric want to squirm. Crawl out of his skin. Run a mile. Something.

After a moment, Anders pulls a nearby chair closer, then falls into it heavily. He sits loosely, leaning back with his hands joined behind his head, knees open. He doesn’t say anything, but looks at the tabletop between them, thinking.

It’s like Varric isn’t even there.

He picks his quill back up, but he doesn’t do anything with it. Just watches Anders watch the table. It reminds him of the old days, the two of them across the table from each other, not talking, deep in separate thoughts.

Except the Hanged Man was always loud, even upstairs you could always hear people, always feel them nearby. Took a lot of the pressure off of one-on-one conversations and non-conversations alike. The great main hall of Skyhold, in comparison, is dead quiet, empty except for the two of them and the wooden scaffolding, and thousands of pounds of rock. Stone hewn straight from the mountain it sits on

Varric swallows. The stuff that Skyhold is built of is old. Really, really old. He pretends he doesn’t notice, can’t feel it, but he does. It's like a humming, almost, but silent. A noise that isn't a noise. It makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up, fills him up with restless energy and makes him want to pace, to press his hands against the stone walls or- or, to lick them or something. Fuck if he knows. It’s weird for his stone sense to bug him like this. Practically unheard of. Other dwarves got the itch, the feelings you just can’t shake, the Call of the Stone, but not Varric. He figured that, because he grew up on the surface, because he wasn’t religious in the dwarven sense, he never would. And now he doesn’t know what to do with it, how to cope, how to make it stop.

Anders’ shirt hangs loose in the front, open enough that Varric can see the scar low down on his ribcage. The length and width of a broadsword blade, it parts him down the middle, carves his body into a symmetrical right and left half. Varric’s seen the matching exit wound on his back. It’s higher up, closer to his shoulders. Evidence of the blade’s angle, that the blow started low and was then thrust upwards into him, scrambling his organs, barely missing his spine.

It always makes Varric feel a little sick, if he thinks about it too long, and he tries not to, tries to keep his eyes up but they keep getting drawn back down to that thick, faded line of scar tissue. It’s not something you’re supposed to survive, being cut open like that, split nearly in half. Anders shouldn’t have made it long enough to tell him about it, shouldn’t have lived long enough even to see the wound close, let alone heal and scar.

Anders has a lot of stories like that. Things he shouldn’t have survived. Sure deaths that could be prevented only by a miracle. But he did survive them, every single one, and here he is, alive and warm and breathing, eyes bright as he watches the fire, hair disheveled and falling in his face. Varric wants that to mean nothing, wants all of it to just be a- a funny series of coincidences. But deep down, he just can’t convince himself of it.

Anders drops his hands into his lap, turns his head from the fire to Varric. He looks tired.

“I didn’t let you finish,” he says, softly, “what are you writing?”

“I’m not, it’s paperwork.”

“Yours or the Inquisition’s?”

“Mine. Ruffles is doing all that other stuff.”

Anders hums, leans foreward to put his elbows on the table, chin resting on one hand.

“Right,” he says, then sighs, “I suppose I should’ve known that.”

“Big organizations have learning curves, especially if you’ve never actually been part of one. You’ll get there.”

“It does change everything, doesn’t it?”

“What does?”

“Me being- everything that happened before, who I was, what I did in Kirkwall, it means something different now. If I’m the Herald, that changes everything.”

“I mean, not everything.”

“A lot, though.”

“It does change a lot.”

Anders heaves a big sigh, runs both hands through his hair, pushing it out of his face, holding it there behind his head.

“You want a tie?”

“I’m fine,” he says, dropping his hands and letting his hair fall loose against the back of his neck, his shoulders. It’s longer than it was in Kirkwall, Varric wonders if that was intentional or just something that just happened, because he forgot to keep up with it, “now what?”

“For you?”

“Yeah. What do I do now?”

It seems like a genuine question. Like if Varric told him what to do, right now, Anders would actually do it.

Varric throws his hands up, lets them fall heavily back into his lap.

“Fuck if I know. Anders, I don’t even know what I’m doing still here.” Deep breath. “I never, I mean I never officially joined the Inquisition. I don’t know how to do this… disciplehood thing. I’m a businessman, I’ve never really followed a chosen one before.”

He meant it to be… comforting, almost. Camraderie-building. You and me, Anders, we’re in the same boat. Out of our element, figuring it out as we go. But Anders just stares at him for a moment, expression blank, eyes slightly wide, as if Varric had just reached out and smacked him.

“Disciplehood,” he says, as if he’s choking on it, “Maker, Varric.”

“What?”

“Is anyone- no one else is calling it that. Varric, I haven’t heard anyone else- are people saying that?”

“That they’re disciples?”

Anders nods.

“I mean, no.” Varric admits, “Not in those exact words, but that is what’s going on, isn’t it? I don’t think there’s any other word for that.”

And he knows a lot of words. And he’s tried on a lot of them, but none of them seem to really fit and that’s- that’s the one he keeps coming back to. Maybe Anders is right, maybe that’s not what it is for anyone else. But its starting to feel like it has to be that way for him. If he’s really going to do it, really going to join the Inquisition, really going to commit then, well…

And he is committed, now. The letter went out this morning, Mal should get it within the week. Should be back in Ferelden less than a week after that, assuming she is where he thinks she is. The fact that he even considered bringing her into this is a mark of, something. Something more than he's usually willing to give. The fact that he actually told her to come and that she will actually likely be here in two weeks' time is…

He hopes he’s doing the right thing. Fuck. He hopes that he’s not making a mistake with this one. That he isn’t in over his head. Because this isn’t something he can backtrack, something he can escape easily. Once you say that someone is divinely touched, the very first time you follow along with them on that basis, put the lives of people that trust you in their hands on that basis…there’s no taking that back.

“I wasn’t expecting this from you.” Anders says, quiet and serious, eyes on the table, “That’s why- I was just laying upstairs, I was trying to sleep and it just hit me all of a sudden. I believe it. I actually believe it. I mean I still don’t- I still don’t remember anything, but I believe that- that it’s possible. That that could really be what happened. That I’m- and that’s why I came here. I needed to be talked down or- or something. To be told I wasn’t that special,” he laughs a little, in a half-hysterical way that Varric wishes wasn’t so familiar, “and I figured… I figured that if anyone was going to do that it would be you. You were always good at talking me down, you- I thought I’d come here and ask you and you’d say “no, no. Really Anders, Andraste’s Herald? You? Be serious.””

He looks up.

“But you believe it. You think it too.”

It’s not a question. Varric’s mouth is dry when he swallows. He goes over a couple of responses in his head, dismisses most of them, settles on his fifth choice. It’s the most dismissive, it’s barely even a response at all, but it’s also the least… earnest, choice. The least incriminating.

“Was that voice supposed to be me?”

“It was.”

“Anders, that was terrible.”

Nothing for a second, a beat, then Anders’ face splits into a closed-mouth grin, like flesh parting under a blade, like something soft making room for something sharp.

“Sorry,” he says, sarcastic, almost fond, “It’s been a while, I’m out of practice.”

His eyes crease around the edges when he smiles. They always did that, but it’s more pronounced now that he’s older. The lines are deeper.

He wonders if it was like this with Andraste. If the people traveling and fighting with her ever looked over and thought- and had it hit them how human she was. How flesh and nature her body is. If they ever thought: here is fire in too small of a bottle. In his mind’s eye he imagines Ealisay or Brona, Maferath even, sitting by the savior’s side and looking over and thinking: this is a woman. I have known her for many years. Mortal years. I see the places on her face where she is aging, I remember when they were young.

Maybe it wasn’t as hard for them as it is for him. Because they doubted less or, because She had never done something so big it couldn’t be fully forgiven. Maybe the weight of history did not hang so heavy on them.

Then again, Maferath clearly had his opinions.

“You should go back to bed,” he says, in the same nudging, coaxing, quiet voice he used to use on him back in Kirkwall, when he would keep himself up late into the night or for days at a time. Head too full of the nightmares he never talked about, or else his whole body too full of light and sparks and frantic energy for him to rest, “it’s been a long couple of days.”

Anders makes an odd face. Varric supposes you could call it smiling.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Varric has always suspected that he’s maybe not quite as subtle as he thinks he is, but he hates being reminded of it nonetheless. He wonders if Anders ever resented it, his poking and prodding and mother-henning. The sideways manipulations. He never said anything, and Anders has historically been the sort to not keep quiet if he felt condescended to, but that's no guarantee of anything. There were other factors involved, things that would understandably affect what Anders would and would not say. Money, to pick one example. And-

Varric shakes his head. The only way to know would be to ask. And he doesn't intend on asking.

Anders sighs deeply, like he's about to stand, and Varric, assuming that's the end of it, reaches again for his quill. There's a relief, in knowing the conversation is over now. That it will just fade out of both their memories, at least in a functional sense, and they'll never speak of it again. Just like so many other late-night conversations that came before.

"I missed you."

The pointed tip of his quill punches straight through the cheap parchment, splitting the numbers beneath it.

"What?"

"I missed you," he says, and it's just as baffling to hear the second time.

Varric realizes that he was hoping that Anders would say something different, if Varric made him repeat himself. And the look on Anders' face suggests that he can tell.

"I know how it sounds but, in a way, I'm glad that things worked out the way they did. The idea that we would never see each other again it… weighed on me."

“Weighed on you.”

“It made me sad.”

Varric doesn’t know what to say to that. He feels like he’s losing control of the situation, like he’s standing on uneven ground. What do you say to someone who you only half-believe to be a prophet? What do you say to someone who can’t be forgiven, when he says that he missed card nights in your room? What do you say to fire in too small of a bottle?

What does it say about Varric that he almost said it back?

It’s all just so absurd. He wishes that Anders had chosen to say nothing at all, and left him out of it. Kept it to himself. He wishes Anders hadn’t forced him to think.

“Maybe I’m pushing my luck here,” Anders says, “maybe this isn’t fair for me to ask but- I don’t need disciples, Varric.”

(Don’t say it, Varric thinks, please don’t say it.)

“But I could use a friend.”

Varric is losing control of the situation. He is in over his head. Maker-sent, god-touched, herald, that’s one thing. Friend is quite another.

And what does it say about him that he can half-believe both, but only the second one is hard to say? That only one of them makes him ashamed, makes him feel guilty? That he’s so much more disappointed in himself for one than the other?

Anders’ hand rests on the table, palm-up, long fingers slightly curled in a way that’s almost inviting. He doubts that Anders had done it on purpose, but that doesn’t change the fact that his instinct is to reach across the table and grab it. Squeeze his fingers tight until it almost hurts them both and say of course, of course we’re friends. Blondie, when have we never not been friends?

Because that’s what he would’ve done in the old days. Because for reasons he doesn’t understand and doesn’t think he’d like about himself if he did, some part of him really wants to just forget. That it all happened, that it was real, that he’s angry for a reason. If he doesn’t remind himself not too, he forgets, his head slips back into the good years and stays there. If he doesn’t constantly remind himself, it all just slips away.

He stares at the open palm in front of him, the small pale scars and the calluses. It would be easier to forget. To stop fighting his instincts and let it happen. He resents Mal, for half a second. Resents that spending all these years with her has forced him to think about what is right, and not just what is easy. What he doesn’t have to repress or handwave to be able to live with.

The Inquisitor’s hand closes.

“Nevermind,” he says, “no hard feelings.”

He stands, looks almost embarrassed.

“Goodnight, Varric.”

“Goodnight.”

Anders leaves him, finally, and for some time after he’s out of sight Varric just stares vaguely in the direction he walked off in. He’d say he was thinking but the truth is, there’s not a single thought in his head. All empty, dark, ringing with the non-sound of ages-old mountain rock.

He tries to finish his paperwork and fails. He’s tired, and the words bleed together, the figures melt into meaningless piles of numbers. He forces himself to bed eventually, tosses and turns there for a while because, despite the ache in his eyes and the heaviness of his limbs, he just can’t get comfortable.

And then, right before finally drifting off, he has what he can only describe as an epiphany. A moment of wild clarity.

And because he’s a much more polite man than Anders is, he decides that it can wait until morning.

“I’m your friend, and I’m in this with you for as long as it takes to finish it. All in, one hundred percent,” he takes a deep breath, “and I don’t forgive you. And I never will.”

Anders sort of… relaxes. He honestly seems more relieved by the addendum than the original statement.

Varric is never going to understand how his head works.

“That’s good to hear.”

For you maybe, he thinks, but he doesn’t say it.

Hawke’s coming, he thinks, but he doesn’t say that either.

He’ll tell Cassandra first. Get that out of the way and Maker knows she’ll tell Anders for him. Two nugs with one stone.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, Inquisitor, I have to go give the Seeker some bad news.”

Anders raises a wary eyebrow at him. He looks more put together now, a little tired, but very sheveled. Fully dressed, for one thing, hair pulled back and up, features catching the sunlight and casting a completely different set of shadows than they were by the fire.

Different and the same.

“Bad how?”

Varric grimaces.

“I mean she isn’t going to be very happy about it.”

#fic #dragon age fanfiction #inquisitor anders tag #..... yeah ill tag it #vanders

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Top Gun Maverick - New Blood

Pairing: eventually Bradley Bradshaw x female reader, Pete Mitchell x female redader (parental figure)

Summary: When Lieutenant Y/N Y/LN is called for a special mission to Top Gun, she doesn´t hesitate a second. After her last deployment, she is longing for friendship and finding a family. Will it happen? Or will she be alone again?

TW: not much yet, potentionally mental health issues, anxiety, panic attacks, angst, inaccurately described military environment

Lenght of this chapter: 3561 words

AN: Hello guys! I´m sorry it took so long, but I had a lot of things going on with school etc. BUT here is the second chapter. Hope you will like it and once again, be aware of potential grammar mistakes. Also, any form of constructive criticism is always welcomed. Have a wonderful day and happy reading!

2nd Chapter

The walk from the Kazansky household to The Hard Deck wasn´t exactly a short one. You walked for about forty minutes when you finally saw the building. It was looking rather nice, and it certainly belonged to that spot. You saw a few cars outside, but not much. Well, it was about 5:30PM so it was a little early to be in a bar. Still, there were some people and after a few seconds of hesitation you made your way inside.

If you thought that the exterior was nice, the inside was even better. There were pool tables, boards for darts, jukebox and even a piano. Overall, the bar had a nice vibe and you weren´t surprised that a lot of people would come here. You slowly made your way to the bar, where you jumped on one of the barstools. Before you could check your surroundings, a voice startled you a bit. "Hi, can I get you something?" said an older man behind the bar. "Oh, Hi, yes, do you have something non-alcoholic, like a fruit beer or something?" you asked. "Well, we certainly have something, but I will call Penny for you, I´m more in an alcoholic beer and spirits department." he smiled and disappeared in some room. You had some time to look around the bar. There were some people in civilian clothes like you, then a few in a military outfit straight from work, and then two men in an official navy clothes. They were looking young, not as young as you, but they were definitely on the younger side. They were playing darts, and it looked like that the one was losing by a lot of points. Before you were able to read the names on their patches, a very nice-looking woman stood in front of you.

"Hi, I´m Penny, Jimmy said that you would like something with no alcohol." she said while smiling kindly at you. “Hi, yeah, yeah that’s me.” you said smiling as well. “Well in that case what would you like, I can make you some mocktails, or we have a lot of soft drinks.” she offered. “I would take you up on that offer of mocktail, please.” you replied. “Okay, is there anything particular you would like to have, or do I have a free hand.” she said with a mischievous grin on her face. “I will give you a free hand.” you smirked at her. “Alright, alright, any food allergies I should be aware of?” she asked kindly. “Not that I know of, fortunately.” you answered and smiled at her. “Okay, I will make you my daughter’s favorite. It’s not too sweet but not too bitter, well you will see for yourself in a minute.” she smiled as she was leaving for something in the back room. “I’ll be right back.” she called behind her back and disappeared.

You wanted to watch the pair of guys who were playing darts, but you suddenly felt a presence next to you. "Hey Jimmy, can you get me a beer please?" came the voice from a man that sat down on the barstool next to yours. "Coming right up." Jimmy said and started to serve the beer. You slowly turned your head to see the man next to you. He was wearing a leather jacket and a simple shirt. He had short dark brown or black hair, and you caught a glimpse of his green eyes. Before he could see you staring at him, you turned your head back and looked for Penny.

"Oh my god, you´ve got to be kidding me." said Penny as she suddenly reappeared. "Pete, what are you doing here?" she came again when she was standing right in front of you and the man sitting next to you. "Penny? What are you doing here?" said the man. "I bought this place three years ago, I should be asking that question, but let me guess… You pissed off another admiral?" she asked with a mischievous look in her eyes. Admiral? Well, that meant that he is from the navy as well. What was weird, was the fact that he wasn’t wearing any uniform or civilian outfit off the navy. People from the army more often than not wore uniforms on the daily basis, just that people would immediately see who they were. You guessed that this man was probably different. He and Penny were talking for a bit before she rang the bell and then realized that she was still holding your drink.

"Oh no. I´m so sorry, I´m such an idiot. There is your drink, sweets." she apologized immediately and put the glass in front of you. "That´s okay, it seems like you two have a lot to discuss." you smiled and waved your hand in dismissal. "No, no, no, I´m really sorry...It´s strawberry daiquiri, non-alcoholic of course, hope you will like it." she said with a wink. "Oh, I don´t doubt that, it looks amazing." you said and took a sip. "And it even tastes amazing, thanks." you added with a smile. "Oh, I almost forgot, your name´s Penny Benjamin, right?" you asked suddenly. She stopped wiping the beer glass, to give you her full attention. "Yes, that´s my name, why do you ask?" she asked curiously. "Don´t worry, it´s just that I was told to tell you that Tom and Sarah Kazansky say hi." you said, and she immediately smiled. "Thank you so much. If you see them again soon, tell them I say hi as well please.", "Will do." you assured her and took another sip.

"Excuse me, but you know Iceman?" asked the man next to you. You snapped your head in his direction and smiled at him. "Yes, well I mean just a little bit, why do you ask?" you said curiously. "Well, Iceman is my friend, so I was just curious." he answered and returned the smile. "Oh, that´s cool." you said, not knowing how exactly you should keep going. Penny then returned and struck a conversation with the man again. Suddenly, you heard a female voice shouting from across the bar. "Bradshaw!" You and the man both whipped your head to the front door. There stood a man with aviators on, white shirt and unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over it. He had a moustache and some scars across his face. You couldn´t deny it, he looked good. Then you remembered. Bradshaw, that was one of the names Tom was talking about. "Well Penny, thanks for the drink, I think that it´s time to meet some new people. Wish me luck." you said nervously and smiled at Penny. "You got it, girl." she encouraged you.

You felt the eyes of the man who was sitting next to you following you for your whole way to the other side of the bar. You were met with a sight of about eight naval aviators, judging by their clothes, and then the guy with a Hawaiian shirt. "I´m very good Rooster, too good to be true, actually." one of the guys said. You recognized him as the one who was playing darts when you came into the bar. They all exchanged weird looks and Rooster, which now you were certain was the guy in the Hawaiian shirt and a girl you saw for the first time, whispered something between them. "Well now or never." you said to yourself and took a deep breath. You made your way over to them. Before you managed to come just next to them, you saw a guy with glasses sitting on one of the barstools alone. You felt like it would go easier with him, since he was already alone, and you wouldn´t interrupt any conversation. You came closer to him.

"Hi, can I sit here?" you asked and pointed to the stool next to him. "Yeah, yeah, sure." he was a little surprised but let you sit next to him. He then nervously looked over at you. "I´m Y/N, but you can call me Moons or Moonfoot, I don´t really mind." you smiled and offered a hand to him. He looked at it for a while and then made an eye contact with you. "I´m Robert Floyd, but you can call me Bob." he smiled and shook your hand. "Well Bob, it´s really nice to meet you." you said and chuckled. "Same goes to you. I guess you´ve been called back to Top Gun as well?" he asked. "Oh, well, not really. I´ve never been to Top Gun before, but I was called there, yes. Some special mission or something, I don´t really know much." you answered honestly. "Then we are on the same boat Y/N. All of us..." he then made a motion with his head. "...were called for a secret mission. Looks like you are stuck with us." he added with a smile. "Yep, seems like it." you nodded. "So, are you a pilot or WSO?" he then asked. "It´s kinda weird but..." before you could finish your sentence, a girl’s voice interrupted you.

"Bob, who is your friend?" asked the girl from earlier. "Oh, this is Y/N." he answered with a blush. She looked at you and smiled. "Well, it´s nice to meet you Y/N, I´m Natasha and this is Bradley." she then pointed at the guy next to him. "You can call us Phoenix and Rooster." she added and offered you a hand. "Nice to meet you too guys, I´m Moonfoot, I´m okay with Moons as well." you said and shook the hand with her and then with Rooster. "Guess you are here for the mission?" asked Rooster. "Yes, yes, we are on the same boat." You smiled. "That´s for sure." snickered Phoenix and all of you laughed for a bit. She then started to talk with Bob, which resulted in you staying in a weird silence with Rooster.

"Hey Moons, can you play the piano?" he asked suddenly. "No, not really." you answered honestly. "Can you sing?" he tried again. "That I can, I mean, I don´t know if it sounds good, but I can...I also can play a bit of a piano, but not much. And now I´m talking too much, sorry." you sighed. He just chuckled in response. "Doesn´t matter, come on." he then grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the piano. He sat down and pulled you down on the seat next to him.

"Alright, well do you know Great balls of fire?" he asked looking at you through his aviators that he putted on again. "Not really..." you sheepishly smiled. "Oh my god, woman, where do you live? Under the rock?" he exclaimed dramatically, and you laughed. "Well, it´s an old song, isn´t it? Sorry, I wasn´t living in the States, I know mostly the well-known ones." you try to defend yourself. "What are you waiting for, then? Search it on your phone and let´s do this." he chuckled again and pushed you a bit by his shoulder. "Okay, okay, calm your jets, I´m looking for it." you sighed and tried to find the song. "I got it Bradley." you smiled when the site loaded, and you were able to read it. "Finally, thought that we would grow old before you find it." he teased you a bit. "Whatever chicken." you fired back, at which he turned at you with a mock hurt. "Ts, you will take that back, but first, disconnect the jukebox please." he motioned with his head to the plug. "Oh yeah? And someone will throw a glass at me." you laughed but went to do it anyway.

Neither you nor Rooster saw, that the man who was sitting next to you was looking at both of you with a fond smile on his face. When you unplugged the jukebox, there was a lot of noise of complaint. You quickly went back to the piano and slid over next to Rooster. "I´m not doing that again." you exclaimed, which made him chuckle. "Yeah, yeah...let´s tune this baby." he sighed excitedly and played some of the keys. That attracted the attention of the crowd and in a minute came Phoenix, Bob, and Fanboy and all of them stood around the piano. You suddenly heard the crowd going "Overboard, overboard!" you looked at Rooster to see his reaction. It seemed like he didn´t pay to this any attention, so you didn´t react as well. He suddenly looked at you with a raised eyebrow. "Are you ready, Moons? Even with your little helper?" he chuckled and motioned to your phone. "I was born ready chicken." you fired back, and he laughed. Then he started playing the song and you sang along with him.

"You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brain.... Too much love drives a man insane, you broke my will, but what a thrill, Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!" you sang along and enjoyed every moment of it. Sometimes during the song, you and Rooster made an eye contact and smiled at each other. Again, neither one of you saw the man looking at you from the beach. The only difference was that now, he wasn´t looking at you like before, with a kind expression, now it was with pain. After the song ended, you stayed there with Rooster for one more song. He then bowed to the crowd and plugged the jukebox in again.

You didn´t even notice that all of your fellow pilots already left. Now it was just you and Rooster and some other people around the bar. You looked at your phone and gasped when you saw that it was almost midnight. "Well, as nice as it was, I should head home. We have to be up and ready early tomorrow, and I don´t want to fall asleep during the first lesson." you laughed and putted on your hoodie. "What? It´s already almost midnight? No way...Well, let´s go." he grabbed you by your shoulders and both of you exited the bar. "Hold on, hold on Rooster, where do you think we are going? I need to go the other way." you laughed as he was pulling you over to his Bronco.

"Do you have a car?" he asked, not answering your question. "No I don´t, why?" you responded. "Well, then I´m taking you home." he added. "No, that is okay, I can walk, it´s only like twenty to thirty minutes’ walk." you assured him with a smile. "It could be a ten-minute ride. And you are insane if you think that I would let you walk alone." he said sternly. "Okay, okay, thank you." you thanked him with a smile. "That´s more like it." he said contentedly. He opened the doors for you, and you sat inside. "You have a nice car, I love it." you looked at him. "Thanks, it´s my dad´s." he replied. "So… where to?" he asked. "I will give you directions along the way, just head to the main street to San Diego." you said. "You got it." he started driving.

"So... you live on base?" you asked while looking through the window. "Nope, I´m living in a house here. My parents actually lived here, when my dad went to Top Gun. They loved it, the beaches, sun and so on, so they bought it." he said. "Oh that´s cool. Your dad was at Top Gun? So, you are walking in your father´s footsteps, right?" you smiled. "You could say that yeah. Now it´s my turn to ask questions. How come you can play only a kid’s song on a piano?" he smirked, and he was alluding to the conversation you two had in the bar. "Oh, come on! Look, I´ve tried to teach myself how to do it, but I can only play the flute and read tones." you described. "Well, you must be a pretty shitty teacher, then." he laughed.

You didn´t though, you knew that it wasn´t meant to hurt you, and it was only a joke, but it struck you straight into your heart. It felt like you were back home. Bradley must have sensed that something wasn´t right because he looked over at you and started apologizing. "I´m sorry, I didn’t mean it badly..." he tried, but you caught him off. "No, no, no, you are right, I couldn´t taught myself to do it no matter how hard I tried." you chuckled, and it was certain that he was relieved.

"If you would like, I could teach you how to play." he then added. "Really? You would do that?" you asked immediately. "Of course, I have a piano at home so..." he assured you with a smile. "Thank you, you are amazing, Bradley." you said and smiled. "Do you, by any chance, know if there is some store that is still opened?" you asked after a minute of silence. "Well, there is one...Do you need something?" he asked and turned right. "If you wouldn´t mind?" you sheepishly said. "I don´t mind, really. But let´s be quick, okay? I´m kinda tired." he said with a yawn. "You didn´t have to take me there Bradley, now I feel bad." you said. "No, don´t feel bad, it was my idea, besides I need something as well." he assured you as he came to a stop in the parking lot.

You then split up and made your way through the shop. You thought that you could bake something real quick for tomorrow morning, so you grabbed flour, eggs, sugar and some other things. Also, yeast and milk for bread that you wanted to make. Then some essentials and after a few minutes you were by the cash register waiting for Rooster. After you paid for your stuff, he came out. "Well, well, well, you told me to be quick and look at you, it took you longer than me." you taunted him which resulted in him sending you a sarcastic smirk. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, would you like to walk home now miss." he fired back as you approached his Bronco. "No, thank you, sir, even though it´s a fascinating offer." you laughed as you closed the door on the passenger’s side.

You were talking for the whole ride home, you were laughing so much, that it made you think when was the last time you laughed that much. Probably during your college or even before that. "And that´s it, that´s my house for the next couple of days or weeks or who knows." you smiled. The Bronco then came to a stop. "You´ve got to be kidding me." he exclaimed, and you looked at him confusedly. "What? Is something wrong?" you asked. He then started to laugh. "No, no, nothing´s wrong, it´s just...you see the house at the end of the street." he pointed at one of the houses. "Well, yes, I do." you said confusedly. "Well, I live there." he said and looked over at you. "No way! Now that´s cool." you laughed as well as you were exiting the car. You took your shopping with you and walked over to the driver’s side of the car.

"Well, thank you very much, kind sir." you smiled at him. "You are very welcome, miss." he replied. "I´ll pick you up tomorrow morning, well I guess today around 6:30 okay?" he then said while looking at his watch. "You don´t have to, really, I can probably walk there or something." You really didn´t want to cause any trouble to him. "Look, if I didn´t want to, I wouldn’t have proposed it. So just be ready by 6:30 or I´m leaving without you." there it was again, his smirk. "Oh, you wouldn´t dare." you laughed. "Would you like to test the theory, miss?" he smirked again. "We will see tomorrow sir, goodnight." You said and made your way to the front door. "Goodnight little miss." you heard him say and speeding away with the Bronco, which was comical, because no longer than 5 seconds later he had to brake and park his car by his house. You chuckled again and waved at him, since he could clearly see you. He caught your wave and waved back.

After that, you unlocked your front door and stepped inside. You immediately locked the door behind you and checked if the house was safe. Talk about overthinking and anxiety. When you made sure that everything was okay and no one was in, you made your way to the bathroom. You took a quick shower and then walked back to the kitchen. You cleaned up the shopping and decided to make something for breakfast. After ten minutes it was in the oven and you´ve decided to make a snack for tomorrow, you didn´t know if there would be any chance to get food, so you wanted to be prepared. After half an hour, you packed everything up and cleaned after yourself. You looked at your phone and saw that it was already almost 2 AM. You quickly brushed your teeth and made your way back to the living room. Furthermore, you unfolded the couch and took your duvet and pillow from your upstairs bedroom and putted it on the couch. After that you sighed, set up an alarm to 6 AM and laid down. You were tossing and turning for a while, but after some time you finally managed to fall asleep.

#top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #rooster fanfic #rooster x reader #dagger squad #bob floyd #phoenix top gun #jake hangman seresin #tom iceman kazansky #carole bradshaw #penny benjamin

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ladyzirkonia · 1 year

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The Bad Batch Modern Tattoo Shop AU

Hello my friends. Here comes a short fic inspired by this wonderful piece of art from @cloned-eyes. Because I felt the urge to write something about these beautiful tattooed guys.

Characters: Tech and Crosshair (tattoo shop owner), OC

word count: 1.245

warnings: none, just Cross smoking and being a little bitch, mention of injury/prosthetics?

For all of you non German speaking folks:

Die Ärzte - Schrei nach Liebe (with English Lyrics)

Alligatoah - Meine Hoe (with English Lyrics)

Stupid cow - dumme Kuh (common German insult for a woman)

two meters - 6'56 feet

Two tall, lanky, tattooed men walk down a street. The sun was shining and there was a scent of various flowering trees in the air, spring had finally begun, but as so often in recent years, it was far too warm for the current season. The streets were full of people who more or less rushed past the men - after work hour - but there was one or two who couldn't help but stare at the two men for a moment, no surprise, they were both about two meters tall and tattooed from top to bottom. Moreover, the grey-haired one of the two stared at every single person who dared to look at him with such a sinister death stare that they could easily walk through the crowd without even being bumped into.

''Hey, wait a minute Tech, I have to answer this.'' The gray-haired man murmured to the bespectacled man next to him. The two moved to the edge of a corner of a building. Tech sighed slightly and put his hands in his pockets, he hated it when the streets were so crowded and preferred to stay in this crowd for as short a time as possible.

''What's going on Cross? Come on, you know I hate the crowds at this time of day. You can smoke later anyway.'' The one addressed as Cross just grumbled something after lighting a cigarette and started typing on his cell phone.

''It's Hunter. He says he's going to pick up Omega from school now.''

''Ask if we should bring kebabs.'' Tech said. However, Cross didn't get a chance to answer, because he was bumped into in such a way that his cell phone almost fell out of his hand. Thanks to his good reflexes, he just managed to catch it again and let out an angry snarl while he stood up to his full height and turned to the attacker. Or rather to the woman, who became even smaller than she actually already was at the sight of the man, her sunglasses had fallen off her nose on impact and she looked apologetically and somewhat embarrassed at the two men.

''Shit, watch where you're going, stupid cow.'' Cross ranted, while his brother grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back slightly, as if he was already afraid that the whole thing might escalate.

''Oh... sorry really, I'm so sorry, I was dreaming.''

The woman looks a bit startled as the tall tattooed man stared at her so angrily, but his brown-haired brother immediately raised a hand to calm the situation.

''It's alright, don't worry, he's just this angry all the time.''

The woman couldn't help but smile a little bit and bent down to pick up her sunglasses. She said with a shy sideways glance again towards Cross, to which she only received a snort.

''Sorry again. Sometimes my mind wanders off in a way that my friends are surprised that I haven't been run over by a car yet. Cool tattoos by the way. I used to be a fan of ''Die Ärzte'' when I was young. I don't like the new stuff as much anymore.'' She points to ''Die Ärzte'' sweaters with a smirk, but only earned an annoyed look.

''Oh yeah, and when was that supposed to be? When you were 10?'' He earns a sharp peck from his brother in response, but the woman facing him seemed to have regained her self-confidence.

''No, but I'll just take that as a compliment. And you?''She briefly examines him from top to bottom.

''Let me guess, your favorite song is ''Schrei nach Liebe''?'' She earned a chuckle in response from his other brother and an even angrier look from the gray-haired man who had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

''Too bad that tattoo on your face seems to be just irony, a smile might do you some favors.''

''You'd better watch what you say Freckles, you don't want to accidentally end up in front of a car after all!'' Cross blew the smoke of his cigarette in her face and Tech was forced to intervene one more time.

''Hey, stop that.'' Tech smiles apologetically at the woman.

''Sorry, he's in a particularly bad mood today, just ignore him.'' The woman returns the smile and can't help but take a closer look at this brother's face.

''Really bold with your face tattoos. And you like Goethe, huh?'' She points to Tech's forehead and tilts her head.

''How about ''Alligatoah'' then, if you prefer it a little deeper and more society-critical. I'm Kitty, by the way.'' She points to her flashy T-shirt that says ''Meine Hoe'' on it. Tech just frowns a bit in response and says without hiding any irony in his voice while Cross just looks at her with a slight sneer and withholds any comment.

''Obviously. I'm Tech... and this is Cross. But if you like the tattoos, we have a tattoo studio close by, the 99, feel free to come by.'' His words were interrupted by a slightly snarky laugh from Cross.

''Sure thing, have you taken a look at that girl. She won't last five minutes.'' The woman just returned his challenging look with a roll of her eyes.

''Don't YOU worry about that, sicko. I deal with pain similar to a male heart attack every month, I'll be fine. So I'll see you around.'' She winks at Tech, ignoring Cross quite as best she can, then turns to disappear around the next corner. Tech turns back to Cross, who has put another cigarette in his mouth.

''I like her. But would you mind telling me what's going on with you today? You're even more insufferable than you usually are.'' Cross just snorts and lights his cigarette.

''Just don't get on my nerves, all of you. First that weird guy today at the shop and now this girl here.'' Tech just raises an eyebrow at his words.

''What happened? I can't let you out of my sight for five minutes.'' Cross just shrugs his shoulders lightly before drawing his cigarette away like there's no tomorrow.

''During your lunch break, some retarded guy came in and really pissed me off. He was acting up, I'm telling you.'' Tech just gives his brother a snide look and starts lecturing him.

''I've told you a thousand times, that's ableistic to use that term.'' Cross just grumbles and flicks his cigarette stub away.

''You should have seen that guy, like he got hit by a train with all his prosthetics. He definitely needed therapy.'' Tech just sighed lightly and muttered.

''He's not the only one. So what did Hunter say, kebab?'' Cross just shakes his head grimly in response.

''No, they're going grocery shopping. He said the kid needs to eat something properly for a change.'' Cross rolls his eyes slightly and nudges his brother in the side.

''Come on let's go.'' Tech shrugs his shoulders and follows his brother back into the crowd.

#the bad batch #tbb #modern au #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #the bad batch fanfiction #clone force 99 #our beloved guys with tattoos #tattoo shop au #cross just angry as always #star wars

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crof-fwf · 8 months

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What the….?! and this alucín?

Okay, I can't blame anyone for looking for content on the "fun social network". However, the comments of a certain person have caught my attention. And it wasn't until my curiosity have rewarded me with something that really left me with "My honest reaction". And this was My honest reaction:

And specifically, this was the "compilation" of posts that prompted me (in these moments) to simply share my thoughts on his comments. NOTE: It seems confirmed that the user is probably CanonSeeker [yeah, "Ese loco del centro de la ciudad"] so the "exposure" to his twitter profile can be useful for Content Creators or simply fans who want to avoid him. So do not think about debating with him since it would be in vain,and in addition to wanting to talk about his comments.

Now yes, to the posts that I want to dissect

First the antecedent

"Everytime somebody triest to "FIX" RWBY" ?

Here he expresses himself on how the "Fanworks" of the "Fix Fic" category are based on misrepresenting every aspect of the canon.

Although here I will say that I have no references regarding "Fix Fic" in general beyond Celtic Phoenix's "Fixing RWBY".

I start about how he falls into the "generalization" that he gives to the "Fix Fic". And my comment is about how prejudiced he is when talking about said FanWorks.

Although, it may be that before I fell into this fandom there was a time when this type of FanWorks abounded but coming to sin the same or worse errors than those of the series or simply wanting to be pretentious.

But even so, it is not about invalidating that at the end of the day a "Fix Fic" can be considered a fic where the author has to be committed to fixing aspects of it without having to separate so much from the canon, being like a challenge for the author.

And now let's get to the subject.

This user has commented on suggestions to consider for a "Fixing RWBY" and here is the "short" list of suggestions that Dori/CanonSeeker has shared...

My quickest and most sincere reaction:

It is an exaggeration to consider this list as very long, but it is the specifications shown that are "eye-catching". So well lets see line by line the list. My points are mainly focused on the "Fix Fic" section. In which, from my perspective, a "Fix Fic" tries to stay within the events of the canonical series, while at the same time deciding to rewrite elements that were not satisfactory within the canonical execution or additionally add elements that do not try to unbalance of the canon. So, let´s begin:

"Try to focus on the female protagonists." "jaune is a side character. " "Do not make a cis white male have more of a role than them."

For a "Fix Fic" section it is somewhat understandable to keep what would be the main cast, but still it would not be bad to have to explore other characters (and yes, also include the male ones).

"Do not have a straight white male shame them for their actions."

I don't know what he mean by "shame". But if he mention it as a form of "consequence" for the cast for non-positive actions. I don't know what to say, that the team is can be "shame" by any character that doesn't fall into that category… and in case we take it into account I doubt that's the answer, because imagine if other characters [outside this "category"] "shame" the cast, and Doris/Seeker gets angry anyway, it only makes it more ironic.

"No straightwashing. " "keep bumbleby canon."

At this point I don't know what it means, since let's say that the "Fic Fix" is in charge of "fixing"… this "Ship", either due to the lack of growth, moments, or rewriting the "conveniences" of its development.

At this point I can't find a purpose for it because… "A Fix Fic" would not seek to carry out that type of "washing"

"And NO Fanservice. "

Short: If it turns out that he was always Seeker, then this would be… laughable.

But in no short: I think that such situations would not be necessary for a "Fix Fic"…

Don't make evil men "morally grey"

Here I have a question for my estemeed…. If there can be gray morality in the male antagonists or not?

And the answer: Honestly, it's ironic to settle for "cartoon" for the male antagonists but both the fandom and the series want to take it upon themselves to give depth to the female antagonists…

Don't have jaune or adam date anyone in team rwby.

Okay, and I ask again: Is a romnace necessary for a RWBY Fix Fic? And I want to apply this in general. Because if you are going to make a "Ship" in a "Fix Fic"... it would be with too much care and detail

Ruby is to be idealistic, and it shouldn't be a character flaw.

Doesn't the fact that a character has no mistakes make her a "Mary Sue"? and even more so for the fact that he wants Ruby to be idealized.

Yang is not a party girl, not alcoholic, and not a slacker.

From a "Fic Fix" point of view, ok, it's well aimed to NOT downgrade a character to be a "party girl, alcoholic, and a slacker."

BUT : ) , they can simply be aspects or defects so that there is a challenge or a purpose to overcome, but not reduce the character to what was mentioned

(But ironically to reduce it to half a Ship, there they are quiet)

Adam taurus is irredeemably evil. So is torchwick.

… I don't have anything relevant to comment except for the fact that you can make an "irredeemable" character, BUT : ) the same is how it is written / handled…

One (Adam) being able to offer more crumbs and (Roman) the other would be a "enough but I wouldn't complain if there were more"

Don't call it a rewrite or a fixit fanfic. Call it an AU. A fan AU.

In short: Depending on the story you write, as well as the one you want to "tell" is what would classify the "Fanfic" as an AU or "Fic Fix". As I said, the "Fic Fix" in the end would enter the category of FanFic but its purpose would be a more ambitious one. (in the sense of giving yourself as a challenge to "improve" the deficient aspects of a series)

That will show your respect to the show and its writers. And showing CRWBY writers Miles and Kerry that respect will cause others to give your work a chance.

And the only salvageable thing at this point is basically: "The impression", honestly you would cause a lot of distrust to most of the fandom by being "rude" with the CRWBY, but hey, it's not like it's not a guarantee that the fandom will give a chance to a "Fic Fix" for the same reason that the fandom is also very "defensive" when it comes to aspects of the series, to such a degree of humiliating or harassing the author because "he had ideas that could hurt the canon" . A good impression does not guarantee a positive reception from the fandom to your "fix fic".

And to give a quick conclusion: Apparently the "Fixed" version or idealized for Doris/CanonSeeker is the "over exaggerated" representation (or flanderization) of what RWBY is... And last: I know that I argue when it is a "Fic Fix", and in the case of an "AU" I will only tell you that: Have fun as you also have fun when structuring and making your AU story.

Now to "Mimir".

#CROF: Quick Thought #CROF #rwde

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throughalleternity · 3 months

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Ahhh thanks for answering my ask and Do you know if the fic(s) you mentioned are on AO3? And with dominant/submissive I didnt necessarily mean in a sexual way, but more in a relationship in general. Would Leon be swayed to change his mind on things like what to Cook for dinner/where to go for dates or would he stand his ground on things like that. Would he want to be in Charge when making those decisions or would he welcome the opinion of his Partner etc? Sorry if that didnt came across right, englisch is my second language 😅

You're welcome, thanks for the asks!

To love and to be loved is the fic I meant! It's a very brief mention. (There was a short period of time after posting it where I had deleted the phrase in question, so there is a small chance you read the fic without it. I added it back in a while ago.)

Ah, yeah that makes sense! So in a non-sexual sense, I think there could be small differences, and it's complicated partly due to different social perceptions of (trans+poly) bi men vs women in relationships. I'm thinking out loud below, though you may have thought through this already!

With Alex and Maggie (and this is mostly applicable if they're women, so excluding nb!Alex), there are ideas about What A Man Should Do In A Het Relationship. They don't believe in those, but it can affect how certain things feel - it's slightly different when Alex holds the door for Lucy compared to when she holds the door for Leon. Now, I don't think these things are a big enough deal that Leon cares, generally, but like. They're there, and sometimes he notices.

Being with another man can feel like there's less expectations for some things, which makes it easier to be more or less masc/submissive/dominant/etc as he feels like it, and in many different ways. But! That's not counting relationships where Leon is dating a man who is more or less traditionally masculine—that easily comes with similar assumptions about relationship dynamics. In that situation, it can be easier to feel emasculated and dysphoric, so I think Leon would care more about them both feeling affirmed/secure in their genders.. Which again might affect how and in what ways they act masc/submissive/dominant/etc, especially in public.

For those reasons, I think there could be certain stuff that Leon and his boyfriend would prefer to do or not do, which differ from Leon with Alex/Maggie. I don't have specific examples right now that I definitely headcanon, but like. It could definitely happen!

That said, I think Leon would want a relationship where this stuff isn't a big deal, since I'm into a genderfluid!Lucy who, while usually binary in gender, also really likes flexibility in expressing that. I just prefer him to be in relationships where he feels equally able to be more or less masc/sub/dom/etc! But again, I think it's complex, and the ways in which he expresses that masculinity etc could be different with different people, where their gender does kinda matter.

#ask me #genderfluid!lucy #gender stuff #supergirl words #these are #rambly thoughts #idk if i'll have any other better ones on my own #so here you go?#i'm reading this back and seeing how it could be confusing how i distinguish leon and nb!alex too but like #leon wants to be able to do anything and still feel like his gender #sometimes that means doing things strongly associated with men and sometimes not #either way. he likes gender and playing with it #nb!alex is not like that. they want to do things and not have it feel super gendered #(binary gendered)#there is some leeway blending masc fem and androgynous things but #it's different because they want to opt out of binary gender and don't want their gender expression to be interpreted as binary #and that usually comes with different challenges so #different!#anyway #hope these were coherent but my askbox is always open if you want me to ramble differently lol #supergirl

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hbosswrites · 1 year

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Aftermath of Betrayal

(I am so very sorry about how late this is, there are no excuses. Here’s r4spb3rry-t4rt‘s request of a non-ship Chorus Trilogy short.)

Carolina wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She’d spent the majority of their time on Chorus alone with Epsilon, sleeping in ruins, washing with river water that was tested for radiation. If it weren’t for the AI in her head she wouldn’t have spoken aloud for weeks.

And now, here she was, surrounded by soldiers who barely tolerated allowing those standing near them to live. They were petty, mean, and childish to each other, and if the pettiness boiled over, they started waving weapons around.

Epsilon had decided to spend time with Caboose, leaving Carolina at odds with herself, looking for something to fill the hours. Thankfully, just as she started feeling uncomfortable, Simmons ran up to her with a heavy-handed wave.

“Carolina! Perfect, I was just looking for you!”

Well, that was odd. Simmons liked her well enough, but she couldn’t remember the last time he’d actively sought her out.

“Simmons, what’s happening?”

“It might be nothing, but it also might be something. No one has seen General Kimball for a while.”

“Kimball is the general of the New Republic, correct?” As if she was unsure about the hierarchy of the armies when she’d spent weeks stalking the whole planet. “I’m sure she’s busy. Things have been a lot, and I’m sure that bureaucracy is in hell right now.”

“Yeah, but…she was really close to Felix.”

Carolina felt a knot form in the pit of her stomach. Had she missed something? She’d thought that she’d dealt with the few moles the paranoid mercenaries has left behind enemy lines. If the general was one of them, that was a massive blow.

And also didn’t make any sense.

“Close, like working with him?”

“Close like he was her friend. He took care of the army, he got hurt taking care of us.”

“Oh,” That made sense to Carolina, “He conned her.”

Simmons practically beamed through his visor.

“You understand it! I knew you were the person to deal with this! Could you talk to her?”

“Why me?”

“Well, one, you’re more of an outsider than the rest of us and you’re not as involved or invested as we are. Two, you’re a woman.”

Carolina felt herself prickle at that.

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“Sometimes a woman in a position of power might want another woman to talk to? Maybe she’d think you’d get it?”

She wanted to be annoyed with him, but he did kind of have a point. Carolina had spent a great deal of her life surrounded almost completely by men, and there were points that she’d wanted to talk to a woman about ‘woman things’. She didn’t know if that was as much of a thing on Chorus, but maybe he was right and she needed someone who understood the experience of being a woman in a leadership position.

It wasn’t hard to find Kimball’s office, partying soldiers casually pointed the way as she walked the halls of the base, until she was outside a nondescript white door with a sign taped to it that said ‘buzzer broken, please knock’.

Carolina knocked on the door, a little amused that the base was so low tech that it didn’t have buzzers that worked or security cameras on the doors. It was better to be amused than to think too hard about it and be worried.

There was a loud noise, like something massive fell over, before shuffling and a shout.

“Just a minute!”

The door opened and a soldier in full armor answered. The tan and ice blue told her that this was either the general or someone wearing her armor. Once she spoke, any doubts were washed away.

“Can I help you?”

Carolina had heard that voice a number of times on radio waves hacked by Epsilon to keep her in the loop.

“General? I’m Agent Carolina, I was hoping you had some time for me?”

The general nodded and stood aside for Carolina to come in. She pressed the panel and engaged the lock before she met Carolina in the center of the room.

“I’m very pleased to meet you, Agent, the Reds and Blues speak very highly of you. What can we do for you this evening?”

Carolina stood with her arms behind her back, at attention, hopeful the woman would recognize the attempt at respect. She wasn’t sure if this was the best in, but it would start a conversation, hopefully.

“I am here to give a full retelling of the events since the Reds and Blues crashed on Chorus. I was told you wanted my account as soon as possible since I’ve had the least entrenched experience.”

Kimball made a face and sighed heavily.

“I feel like this is something I should call Doyle in for,” she rubbed at her eyes. “Fuck it, I’m not emotionally ready to deal with him.”

She pulled her helmet off and circled her desk to pull a bottle from one of the drawers.

“Drink?”

Carolina pulled her helmet off and smiled. This was good.

“Sure, as long as it’s something that won’t eat my insides. I’ve heard about some of the alcohol your people brew here.”

“I promise it won’t kill you quickly.”

Kimball pulled a mug and a chipped cup out of her desk and poured into both before she passed the mug to Carolina and drank from her own. She had no idea what the offering was, but it didn’t smell terrible, and Carolina had survived drinking contests on the Mother of Invention. She could make this work even if it tasted like paint thinner.

They drank in mostly silence, occasional comments passed between them like the bottle, none of them were terribly important until Kimball let out a soft noise and caught Carolina’s eyes.

“It makes me crazy thinking about how easily we were duped. Doyle and I could have tried for peace talks ages ago.”

Just as Carolina was about to jump in and remind her that they were both thoroughly manipulated, Kimball shook her head.

“I have no doubt that Felix and Locus would have removed us if we had tried, now that I have context, so many of our leaders died because they were tired of the bloodshed.”

“And you trusted him.”

“Of course I did, Felix was in position when I was still running around like the privates, blowing up tanks and foraging for edible mushrooms so we would be less likely to starve on a daily basis.”

Kimball gulped down her cup and made a pained noise before sheput her head back in her hands.

“Hell, I don’t know how we’re going to make it now. Felix was the one supplementing our supplies.”

“He and Locus had several cashes, I’ve already cleared them out and moved the contents. It’s not what you’ll need to live for a year, but it will keep things going a little while longer. Focus on merging the armies, Wash and I can take their place bringing in supply cashes until you’re able to stand on your own.”

Kimball stared at her for a beat, long enough for anxiety to churn, before she beamed at Carolina.

“You’re amazing.”

Carolina felt a blush form on her cheeks. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been complimented that way.

“I’m really not.”

Kimball smiled and put a hand on Carolina’s shoulder.

“You saw a problem, you took care of it. I wish I’d been able to do half of what you’ve done, you’re a hero.”

“You ran an army, people who were scared, who were underdogs at odds with a greater power. Your people have managed to be smart, capable, and kind. That’s usually the first thing that goes when adversity strikes. People can’t afford to worry about being kind when they’re starving, when they’re in survival mode. You can deny credit if you want, but some of that is you. You’re a good leader.”

Kimball bumped her cup against Carolina’s and they both drank.

“You act like you’ve seen it.”

“I have, kind of. I’ve listened into conversations over radios, I’ve watched soldiers, and I have the benefit of knowing what it’s like to work for a leader who doesn’t care about you or anyone around you. Who sees you as pawns, as an experiment, as barely real. Your soldiers dance and sing, they have been fighting each other for years, but they all laid their weapons down and came together. That means something.”

Kimball waved that off.

“They are smart enough to know they were being manipulated.”

Honestly, it made Carolina a little sad. She could feel that, more than Kimball realized.

“Being smart and knowing you’re being manipulated are not a guarantee that someone will be rational enough to realize they’re being manipulated. It might not stop them.”

Wash didn’t know much about the New Republic. The Federal Army wasn’t the most forthcoming about the enemy other than calling them terrorists, and to a certain extent, Wash believed it, but he had a feeling that the soldier in tan and aqua armor, crouched in a ball and crying outside Tucker’s hospital room door was probably not there to blow him up or finish the stabbing that Felix started.

He stepped nearly in front of the soldier, completely unnoticed, before he cleared his throat to catch his attention. The soldier jerked and flailed dramatically, before he stood up and saluted. Once Wash nodded and told him to stand down, he relaxed and rubbed his visor across his arm, then jolted as if he had forgotten that he still had a helmet on.

It was painful to watch how adorably he reacted.

“You’re Agent Washington, right? I’m Lieutenant Palomo, Captain Tucker’s right-hand man. I was just waiting for him to wake up and be ok for visitors.”

Ah, Wash knew who this one was. Tucker talked about him a lot during their travel time, enough that Wash knew that Tucker would appreciate the company to keep his mind off of the stab wound.

Wash nodded and patted Palomo’s shoulder.

“Well, tell you what, why don’t I check in on him and see how he’s feeling? If he’s awake, he needs company, or he’ll menace the medical team.”

Palomo bounced in place and nodded so vigorously that Wash’s chest ached.

Wash put in the security code and peeked his head in at Tucker, who looked so vulnerable on the bed, but he was conscious and babbling at a medic. She looked like she could use a break, and Wash could hardly hide the grin in his voice.

“Sorry to bother you, but there’s a soldier out here wanting to see Captain Tucker and I think he could use some company.”

Palomo peeked around Wash enough that Tucker caught sight of him and his eyes narrowed in that playful way they did when he wasn’t actually annoyed.

“Fuck you, Washington,” Tucker whispered. There was venom in his voice, but Wash could see the gentility around his eyes. Palomo must have noticed it as well because he started to push through the door.

The medic nodded and stood up, taking a moment to stretch as they did so, before heading to the door.

“He could definitely use some company. Just make sure you don’t jostle him; his stomach has a giant hole in it and we’ve only just gotten it back together.”

Tucker made an annoyed noise as the soldier pulled his helmet off and wept loudly at his bedside between wheezing and babbling about how worried he was. Tucker carefully patted him on the head and made soothing noises.

They made eye contact for a moment, and Wash nodded as he closed the door. Wash could watch the door for them and give them a chance to have their moment. They both clearly needed a moment of vulnerability.

“Damn, Palomo,” Tucker chuckled and wheezed, “You’re crying like a bitch.”

“Yes, sir.”

The parties were loud and crazy. Caboose and Donut were surrounded by soldiers and dancing under flashing lights to the sound of pulsing beats. The base was filled to the brim with drunk, grabby, soldiers who wanted the Reds and Blues to party and be there as some kind of symbiol of change. He fucking hated it. He didn’t want to deal with other people anymore, the noise, the chaos, it was all too much.

All Grif wanted was a burger, a dozen blankets, and a week-long nap.

Which was why two of his people were perched in his favorite hiding spot, obviously. Nothing could go easy when he was exhausted and still a little messed up from the fight, not if the universe had anything to say about the subject.

“Bitters, Matthews, what do you want? I’m tired and I’m going to sleep, so you’ve got five minutes before I grab you both and toss you out.”

Grif expected snark from either of them, but instead Matthews threw himself into Grif’s arms, sniffling like he was trying to hold back sobs, and Bitters wasn’t far behind him. They squeezed him hard, Grif could feel Matthews shaking against him.

“You can sleep when you’re dead, asshole.” Bitters groused.

He did his best to swallow back the comments that had become an automatic defense over the years dealing with the other sim troopers, the casually cruel comments that he traded with his friends as a way of avoiding this exact scenario, and instead tried to channel his inner big brother. Dex was a little out of practice at this point, Sister had been out of touch for literal years, but some things were clearly more instinct than practice.

Matthews started to wail, then quieted, which lead into Bitters snarling angrily at Grif for some reason.

Grif eventually managed to get the two off him long enough to sit down in the premade nest and pull blankets for them. It wasn’t a cheeseburger and a nap, but this was what he got, apparently.

“Alright, if we’re gonna do this, let’s fucking do this. You can yell at me all you want, but I’m gonna be comfortable while you’re doing it. I refuse to stand any longer than I absolutely have to.”

He didn’t know who sent the message out, but it wasn’t long before the rest of his squad invaded the space, thoroughly destroying any future use of the hiding spot by them being too many to fit inside without leaving the space open and exposed for all to see. He would have to move everything he’d managed to hoard.

It was going to be a pain in the ass to find as good a spot as this one without getting caught.

But the soldiers were so happy that he was alive, that they were all alive. They all had stories about meeting Feds and talking to them and how stupid they were, but…maybe they weren’t evil. They told him they were terrified he’d abandoned them and how much of an asshole that would make him if he ever did. They told him how effective his ‘specialist training’ was in keeping them alive when bodies fell around them (identifying the best ways to hide, the best places to fire from without being tracked, and how to play dead in a way that wouldn’t lead to being double tapped). Grif had no idea they actually cared that much, or even paid attention in a way that kept them alive.

It was like something out of a horror story, but it was also kind of amazing to hear.

And while part of him was irritable and just wanted to fucking sleep until he didn’t hear bombs and bodies ringing in his ears anymore, he couldn’t be angry with people who somehow knew he was craving something specific and brought him the closest equivalent to a cheeseburger that the New Republic’s kitchen could make.

“Are you going to leave us again?” Matthews managed to get out through wheezing, choking sobs.

Bitters rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to bring his cool Maverickness back in.

“Sure, people think you’re a hero and everything right now, but it’s not like there’s anywhere to go that’s better than here.”

It was a strange question, since they weren’t wrong, especially now that it was basically decided that the armies would be banding together as one. Grif wasn’t even sure that the Reds and Blues could leave since they had kind of been adopted by the two generals and their respective armies. Grif wasn’t sure he’d be allowed to go somewhere else. At this point, they were mascots.

“As soon as I can get off this planet, I’m going home.” Grif did his best to sound normal, “But I don’t think that’s gonna be until Chorus is safe. So, no, I’m not gonna stay here forever, but I’ll be here until this shit is done. I guess. Since I don’t have a choice and all.”

He winced a little and waited for them to react.

Bitters shoved Grif’s arm a little and pulled his blanket up to his chin.

“I guess that’s all we can ask for. I wouldn’t stay here if I could leave.”

One of the soldiers turned on ocean noises and dimmed the lights, and Grif finally felt safe enough to relax for a few minutes and get some desperately needed sleep.

The parties wrapped up, leaving the base quiet in ways it rarely was. The joyous revelry of a battle ended would soon be overcome by fear, anxiety, tension, and infighting. There would be hard times ahead, but for the moment, there was peace, and the soldiers would revel in it for as long as it lasted.

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Out of the Mouths of Babes...

Several of the Clones at 79s

TW: None, lill mention of virginity or loss of it, some drinking

W.C: 1501

Summary: A night out usually means drinks, dancing, flirting and just a relaxing time. In one booth, the guys play a little game...

A/N: First of all a big thanks to @imabeautifulbutterfly for doing the beta work on this one and inspiring me and helping me when I write. You are a rock ( even when sometimes I wanna shake you like a snowglobe! ) XO

This is just one of those things that pops up in your mind and you just have to write it. I hope you like it and as always, likes, comments and reblogs are always much appreciated 💖

It has been a normal night at the bar and all the guys were just having a drink and some fun. Some ventured to the dancefloor, joining all the others who were having fun together, solo or some in small groups as they swayed and danced across the floor. Spread out over the booths several groups were chatting with each other, some dancers were trying to attract their attention while others were just sitting and enjoying the view.

In one particular booth there was a discussion ongoing between several men of different battalions.

"Right, so what do you guys think?" Jesse looked around at the men gathered in and around the booth they were occupying. Taking a swig of his drink he pointed at one of the guys. "Come on, tell me what you think."

With his silver hair and serieus expression, Sinker was not the first people would think of when answering a question as the one Jesse posed, but here he was, grinning while putting down his now empty glass. "General Kenobi is no virgin. Have you seen that man? People meet him and swarm around him, begging for his attention. Maker, even some of the men are looking at him with lust."

The men all burst out laughing at that last part, some barely managing to hold in the drink they just had while others apparently managed to snort out the liquid through their nostrils. Loudly coughing, Dogma wipes away a stray tear rolling from his eye as Boil slaps him on the back. “True! It does not matter what gender or non gender or what race, they all seem to swarm around him like flies on sweet Jogan juice.” None of the men are surprised anymore that even the one who seems to be the more strict among them chimes in with a remark here and there. Dogma is quickly slapped on the back again by Boil as they all laugh.

“Right, here is one for ya…… General Luminara.” For a moment the booth falls silent as Fives has decided to throw in a new name to consider.

All the men take a moment to consider their answers, if they even had one.

“Not one.” Short and to the point, Comet answers and holds up his beer in salute before taking a swig.

Hold on….. She is the one that is fully robed all the time , right? I mean…. There is that one that sometimes is not in you know? Jedi robes?”

Most of the men nod in agreement to that as they either take a sip of their drinks or seem to contemplate the next candidate for the yes or no game they are playing.

“Wait… He does not have to answer why?” The question comes from the only medic in the booth and they all seem to raise their eyebrows as they look at Comet.

“Well…” For a moment he seems lost in his answer, unsure of how to word it. When he answers the tips of his ears seem to turn a little darker and he quickly takes another sip of his drink once he is done. “The General is hot, just look at her! I mean… Yeah… Just, you know, she is hot.”

Some can not help but tease him for a moment as he almost seems to try and drown in his glass, while the rest just chuckle or laugh at his answer.

Kix, knowing he threw Comet under the speeder cab with his last remark decides that enough is enough and adds a new name to the mix that has everyone stumped.

“General Yoda.”

None of them seem to be able to even answer this one and Kix quickly hides his grin behind his hand as he forces out a small burp. Reaching for his glass, he looks around the booth and the stupefied men, still trying to gather some coherent thoughts.

“How in the karking hells did you even come up with that one?!” Tup blurts out the question first and just stares at the medic of his group.

“That is not part of the game Tup.” Kix grins and winks as he orders another round of drinks for the booth.”But, seeing as how you were quick to question me, how about you answer this one?”

Tup just stares at his brother, who now has a wide grin on his face while enjoying both his drink and the stupefied look on his brother's face.

Not wanting to let Kix think he got the better of him, Tup takes a deep breath and answers, much to Kix`s surprise with solid logic. “Well, he is old and I mean really old right? We don't know how old he was when he became a Jedi, so I am saying not one. Don't even know how many of his species there are or even what kind of species he is! I'm pretty sure that that old geezer did the deed to ensure survival of the species.”

For a moment, the entire booth has fallen silent. They all just look at Tup when all of a sudden, Waxer slaps him on the back with a loud laughter. “Now that is how you answer the difficult ones! Good job vod!”

Looking at the chrono, Sinker motions at the men in the booth, “Time for a last drink guys, the commanders will have a fit if we show up after curfew and you know what that means.”

All the men mutter and order a last round of drinks, knowing full well that anyone caught coming in too late would be put on refresher duty or perhaps even worse. None of them were too keen on finding out what kind of punishment their commanding officers would come up with next.

“Right, here`s two for ya to think about then. Generals Fisto and Billaba.” Again, Fives has come up with two names that have the men thinking for a moment.

Waxer, who had been one of the least vocal in his opinions, looks around to see if any of them will answer. When none seems to have an answer yet, he speaks.

“General Billaba is still a virgin.”

Several voices rise to disagree when he holds up a hand to explain.

“She is seriously beautiful, really, she is. But, you know that Jedi are kids when they join the Jedi right? You know who her master was? You seriously think that man would allow anyone to come close to her and let her have some fun? Hence, virgin.”

Though most seem to agree with his logical explanation, some still want to disagree with him, but it is Jesse that stops them from even beginning the argument.

“General Fisto is most definitely not a virgin anymore.” Grinning, he looks around to see if any of his brothers will bother to disagree or ask why, but he is met with raised brows and an eye roll from Fives, as if it is obvious to everyone that this was the only correct answer.

“You didn't ask, but I am still going to explain why. The tentacles! They all want the tentacles.”

Nobody even dares to speak up after that statement and all seem too occupied with their drinks to even look at Fives who still grins as he looks around.

“To top this evening of fun and games off, I will now present you all with the final name in our little game. Please focus, gentlemen and gather your thoughts as you contemplate your answers!” Had they all taken a good look at Dogma, as he stood up, finished his drink and then decided to utter the last name, they would have seen the glimmer of serious mischief in his eyes.

“Palpatine.”

Several men, who had just taken the last bit of their drinks, could not help but cough and spit out their drinks. Others who were lucky enough to have already finished their drinks just looked at Dogma, mouths agape.

“Nope, not going there. What the kriff?! Are you crazy? What in the Sith Hells! Has your brain gone lame?” Just some of the things that were uttered by the men quickly standing up and moving to leave the bar, but to Dogma it was a plan well executed. Now, he had his brothers in different states of readiness to leave the bar, without having to drag and nag them about the time and how long it would take them to get back to the barracks.

Coming up from behind him, Kix taps Dogma on the shoulder. “Well played brother. At Least you can be sure none of us will be back late. You do know they will make sure to get back at you for this though, right? That last one will be causing some nightmares for sure.”

Dogma smiles and nods at Kix as they both leave the bar. Next time, he knows he will have to suffer the consequences, but it was well worth it.

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