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Can We Start Over? | Ch. 1 The Winter Ball

Series Summary: From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? rich!harry x plus size!reader | enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a 5 part series commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you hon!).

Chapter 1. Summary: You meet Harry at your boss's retirement party and your night ends with a bang.

Word Count: 10k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, alcohol consumption, angst

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The winter ball was something Mr. Spector threw every year for his clients, colleagues, and other wealthy people he wanted to be seen with. This one was like the past three you’d attended, but unlike the others, this would be the last. Your boss, Mr. Spector was retiring, and he was moving to Italy. You were happy for him. Truly. He’d been good to you the past three and half years you spent working for him. You took on the duty of a personal assistant and friend. The friend part came naturally, of course. It wasn’t part of your job description but you honestly really liked Mr. Spector. He wasn’t nice to most people. But to you, he was kind of like the dad you never had. He was hard-nosed but he was fair and somehow you two just clicked.

You worked for one of the most elite household talent staffing companies out there. Your clients usually consisted of, not just wealthy people, but filthy rich and usually the kind that wanted to fly under the radar and needed the utmost discretion. In Mr. Spector’s case, he didn’t want his spiteful children to know how much he was really worth. Sure they were in the will, and they’d certainly do well upon his passing (that was all they seemed to care about), but they’d never see the real number of his assets until it was too late and everything was already doled out according to Mr. Spector’s wishes.

And so you helped him in any way you could to achieve this façade. You found a private accountant for him to move money about and helped him keep the appearance of not having the kind of money he actually did. You suggested, for example, that he not buy the Rolls Royce but that the Mercedes should be sufficient, and that rather than wearing a 31-million-dollar Patek Philippe, diamond-encrusted watch, he go with the more basic, 25-thousand-dollar stainless steel sports model Rolex instead. So he still maintained an air of wealth and prestige because there was no question to anyone that he was super rich. But you just helped him bring it down a notch.

And his winter ball was more like his retirement party this time around. He’d really gone all out. Despite your hesitation with some of his selections, you figured you’d give him this one. And you could admit that helping to plan his parties was one of your favorite tasks. You’d fly to venues all over the world seeking the best (once they’d been narrowed down of course) for him. Find the best chefs and mixologists, the perfect planners and decorators. You got to help select finishings, menus, and staff, right down to the types of linen and even the theme of the events.

And the theme of the night was A Secret Garden in the City. For this, you found a penthouse in Manhattan with full 360-degree views. The space was empty when you first arrived to look at it. You were told it wasn’t a place normally rented for parties but that the owner had intended to make it a fancy restaurant at some point. But it had been sitting for years, empty. And you found the place because Mr. Spector knew everyone. You had a number for a real estate agent to the wealthy in New York City and he gave you a bit of insider information. The penthouse space, he’d told you, could be negotiated by the owner to rent given the right price.

You had landscapers come in and make a garden of the space. Flowers, grass, trees, bushes, vines, even a lily pad pond… when everything was put together, it really did look like you were in a secret garden in the middle of Manhattan. Delicate string lights lit the space, the ceiling was painted a dark sky color so it felt as if you were outside. The table settings were like something out of a Hobbit’s Tale with knotty oak chairs with green silk cushions. The linens were of green satin silk with gold embroidery design and the napkins were gold satin. Centerpieces were potted leafy plants of all types, and moss was placed around the pots to give them that fairyland look. Tiny candles illuminated each table all around. Gold cutlery. Big golden lighted globes hung from the ceiling in various sizes between plants that cascaded down. It really was quite the spectacle.

You were proud of how it all turned out. And the 200 guests that Mr. Spector invited all appeared to be in awe of the space.

The stringed music playing for most of the event in the background was live. The musicians stood to the side of the room on a newly installed platform, trees lined the back of the stage. And now that the night was finally coming to an end, well, the main event had ended, it was time to drink and dance and let loose, the band was switched out for something rockier and more upbeat.

Mr. Spector kissed your cheek and gripped your arm, “My dear, you never cease to astonish me with your hard work. Thank you for this. I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

You tried to get him to stay and enjoy the after-party. And like every year before, he declined. He liked his private time. Liked reading and writing and the quiet. He preferred his guests to enjoy what he’d been able to give them. It was, after all, for them, he always said.

“Even though it’s your last event like this? You won’t get this again, sir. Are you sure?” You smiled at him and he nodded. You knew he’d decline to stay.

So, you ordered your second cocktail of the night once Mr. Spector left. Some type of green concoction with a blackberry-sized red flower floating atop. You didn’t know what was in it. All you knew was that it tasted delicious and it was going to get you into some trouble. But maybe that’s what you were looking for that evening. After all, this was your going away party as well. You’d be put back into the system as active again once you were officially out of Mr. Spector’s employ. It would be time to find your next role.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Many dancing, some sitting and chatting, others making their rounds to network and schmooze. You stayed at the edge of the dance area and let your body move to the rhythm. You kept your eyes on everyone. Even though you were trying to just enjoy yourself you still felt somewhat responsible for all the attendees. It was ingrained in you.

You definitely fit in with everyone, though. Your outfit was couture, high fashion like the rest of the guests. Mr. Spector had paid for everything for you, as always. You picked out a beautiful cowl neck, deep navy-blue velvet dress with a slit that went up to your mid-thigh. The back draped down tastefully but the drape at the front was dangerously low. Just like you wanted. You had red pumps with gold and ruby jewelry. It was always difficult finding things in your size that weren’t from a big box store but the hunt for the perfect dress and accessories was always worth it. And the dress? You felt absolutely sexy. From head to toe.

The song was swingy and fun. More people covered the dance floor and somehow you’d gotten pushed further in. You still had your drink in hand but now it was nearly empty so you were less worried about spilling any of the liquid on yourself.

A woman you recognized as a small IT business owner greeted you and you both chatted as you danced together. When the song changed Elsie pointed at your drink, “You’re low. So am I,” she lifted her glass to show you, “Should we grab more?”

The answer that night was yes. Yes to anything.

The bar that lined the wall opposite the band had people hovering, waiting for their drinks. You let Elsie take the lead in getting the attention of the bartender. She was a tall, slender blond with smooth shiny hair so you figured she’d do better at getting your drinks faster. And you were used to that. Being the fat one, you tended to get overlooked and ignored. When you were younger it hurt a lot more, but these days you learned to use it to your advantage.

It wasn’t that you thought you were ugly or unworthy. You just understood how most people perceived you, even if they were wrong. You were confident when it mattered and took good care of yourself. And you rarely ever mistook a man’s kindness for him flirting with you, which was nice in a way. You couldn’t ever wrap your mind around assuming every guy who was kind to you was flirting. A lot of your friends had that mentality. Any time a man would chat them up they’d automatically jump to thinking they were being sized up somehow. You couldn’t imagine feeling so confident that you thought a man having a conversation with you meant anything more.

So that’s why when the tall, gorgeous man with dark, soft curls, sharp green eyes, and an even sharper jawline leaned in and asked, “Are you having a good time?” You didn’t assume he was flirting with you.

“I definitely am. How about you?” You turned to look up at him. Deep pink lips, broad shoulders, a very expensive suit and shoes, cocky grin.

“Sure. But I had to fly out here to attend last minute. My assistant forgot to add the event to my calendar so I had to settle for this suit and here I am. I’ll deal with her later. Luckily Alfred always throws the biggest and best parties so it’s been worth it.”

You noted the tiny dig to his assistant in the back of your mind and nodded, “Yeah, Mr. Spector loves to go big. It’s turned out great I think.” You had planned on mentioning you were the man of the night’s assistant until Mr. Cocky complained about his own. So you’d keep that little detail to yourself.

He was drinking whisky, neat. And when Elsie finally returned to your spot at the edge of the bar she handed you your tasty green drink and you introduced her.

“Elsie, this is… uh… What was your name?”

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles,” he held his hand out, gaudy rings on most of his fingers toward the pretty blond and she nodded, “Elsie Powers. Nice to meet you.”

The pair got to talking the moment Elsie mentioned her company and so you decided to dip out. You didn’t need to stand around and watch them flirt, which is what you assumed was going on. They were both gorgeous so that seemed natural to you.

But before you could take even a step outside of the little bubble the three of you were in you felt Harry’s hand at your low back as he leaned down to speak into your ear, “Don’t go too far. I was hoping to ask you something.”

You looked down at his arm and back into his eyes, “Okay… I’ll be around. You can come find me.”

When his fingers slid off your back as you stepped away you still felt the heat of his skin where he’d touched you. You liked his touch, but you assumed it happened because you took up so much space. It was more likely, in your mind, that he hadn’t meant to touch you there at all.

After another cocktail and a bit more dancing by yourself, Harry did find you. You didn’t realize it was him at first. You felt a warm body dancing behind you, not touching, just near enough that the heat emanated from him to your back. But then you heard his voice, “Found you. Thought you left.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder and spoke, “Was planning on staying til the end. Felt like I deserved to enjoy tonight.”

“And why’s that?” Harry’s hand brushed along your bare arm softly before he removed it. You felt the trail of where he’d touched your arm and it made you wonder if he’d done it on purpose.

“No reason. I just deserve it,” you kept swaying your hips and you felt Harry moving with you, standing over you. You could smell his cologne.

“You don’t mind me dancing with you, do you?” His voice was close to your neck as he spoke.

Shaking your head you turned your body to face him, swinging your hips softly, “Not at all.”

He grinned down at you and the dimple that appeared on his cheek had you taken aback. He was truly stunning.

“Good. Wanted to chat some with you. Find out more about you…” he took your hand in his and pulled you closer, shifting the mood a little as you both danced. You silently inhaled in surprise at his gesture.

“And what did you want to know, Mr. Styles?” You raised your brows and smirked at him. You weren’t sure at that point what he was doing. But he was certainly leading you to believe this was more than just a friendly chat.

“First, what’s your name?”

You laughed, “I’m Y/n. I guess I forgot to introduce myself.”

“Are you here alone, Y/n?” His free hand found a spot on your side over your hip.

“I am. What about you?” You weren’t used to receiving this kind of attention from anyone. Much less a wealthy handsome man.

“I’m here alone too,” he kept a cocky grin plastered to his face as he drew nearer and spoke lowly so only you could hear, “But was hoping I wouldn’t be leaving alone.”

It was at that moment you were truly surprised. Was he…? Couldn’t be. You’d surely misread this situation just in the way all your pretty girlfriends misread it every time a guy showed any friendliness. Maybe it was the three cocktails you’d drank and that had you wondering what was in them.

Harry's hand released yours and he brought his ringed fingers up to your shoulder where he brushed the side of your neck, drawing you in closer with his other hand at your hip, “What about you?”

You blinked your eyes and looked up at him in confusion, “What about me? What do you mean?”

Harry’s grin deepened as he looked down at your mouth and took a clear glance at your cleavage before responding, “Did you hope to leave with someone tonight?”

You scoffed and looked around the dance floor before looking back at him, still not quite believing the direction this conversation was headed, “I hadn’t imagined I would leave with anyone. Figured I’d just go back to my hotel room alone after.”

The ridiculously attractive man licked his lips and kept his gaze on yours, “Really? You don’t want someone to take you back to their room and help you out of this pretty dress tonight?”

You began to cough. You’d choked on your own saliva as you inhaled a sharp breath at the wrong moment. His words caught you off guard.

But now you were hacking and bent at the waist, red in the face like an idiot.

Harry patted your back and you heard him speak into your ear, “You okay, darling? Need some water?”

When you’d recovered you and Harry were standing at the edge of the dancefloor away from the crowd and he had a comforting hand on your back.

You laughed and shook your head, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened…” you wiped your face, which was moist from the tears you’d forced out from all the coughing.

Harry took your hand and led you to a free seat, pulling a chair out for you and then sitting next to you, his hand still on your back, “Do you feel better now?”

You nodded and smiled at him. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. But now you were sure whatever he was getting at was all but out the window after your little display.

“Come back with me to my room, Y/n.”

Well, that just blasted your little theory.

You sat up straight and your jaw dropped open wide, “Why?”

Harry laughed, “Because I don’t want to go back alone. Spend the night with me tonight.”

Were you in a dream? Had you drunk too much and were blacked out and hallucinating?

“I don’t… I’m not sure what you…” you were unable to put your thoughts together coherently. You hadn’t expected it. You assumed you weren’t his type. Too chunky for a man like him. Imagined he preferred a more modelesque figure on women he found attractive given his appearance.

“Look. I’ll just be very straightforward with you. I think you’re gorgeous and I’d like to have you in my bed tonight. Naked. How does that sound to you?”

You whispered the word naked back to him as if it were a word you’d never heard before. You took a deep breath and looked around the room.

“What are you drinking? I’ll go get us another so we can chat a bit before you make any decisions.”

Now this question was one you could actually answer, “The cocktail is one from the menu. Called the Grove.”

Harry got up and left you at the table by yourself. You sat back in the seat and sighed. What were you going to do? He was mouth-watering, which is why you choked on your spit in the first place. Your mouth was literally watering at his proximity on the dance floor. And now he was asking you to go back to his room to hook up. He couldn’t have made it clearer. There was no room for you to misinterpret what he meant.

And why should you say no? Why should you go back to your own room and sleep in that big bed all by yourself? Well, mostly because you were worried about getting attached. Sure you didn’t even know the guy but that’s just how you were. You weren’t built for casual hookups or one-night stands. And you were sure that’s all this would be. Could you handle it? Would you be able to have sex with someone and then move on from it?

When you saw Harry walking back toward you you’d made up your mind. You’d finish your drink and tell him your verdict. You needed one more drink, though. Just to really loosen up. If you were going to do this if you were going to take a risk and have sex with a stranger, one more drink would help you relax about the whole situation.

Harry handed you your cocktail and sat down with his whisky in hand. He brushed his fingers over your arm as he spoke about how he knew Mr. Spector, “His cousin was my boss years ago. Before I got started in my current line of business. And since then, Alfred’s been inviting me to his parties. I can’t usually go but I rarely miss the winter ball.”

“And what is your line of business?” You asked before taking another sip of your verdant drink.

Harry grinned and licked his lips, “Let’s not talk business.”

You frowned and looked down at your red-painted nails. It wasn’t always polite to ask people what they did for a living but you figured given the circumstances, those being that he’d just asked you to have sex with him, it was okay. Clearly, you’d misjudged.

Harry gripped your chin and pushed your head back up to look at him, “Don’t feel bad for asking. You were just curious. I think the less we know of one another the better. Besides, work talk is boring. Don’t you think?”

You blinked again, his intense gaze was really working its way under your skin.

“Okay. Sorry. You’re right.”

Harry shook his head, keeping his hand at your chin, “And don’t say you’re sorry. Wouldn’t you rather talk about anything but work right now?” He let go of your chin and sat back in his chair as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I guess. It’s just that everyone here is networking and I thought it was only natural.”

“You and I are not networking, Y/n.” Harry grinned.

By the time your drink was but a clear puddle of melted ice at the bottom of the glass, you could feel how hot your face was from the alcohol. Your neck and ears were burning and all of Harry’s soft touches were making you fuzzy. The way he was whispering in your ear…

“Okay. I’ll go with you to your room tonight,” you spat out quickly before you could change your mind.

Harry’s gaze lowered to your breasts again, his arrogant grin in place, “I know, darling. I was just waiting for you to admit it. You ready then?”

If he wasn’t so hot you’d have changed your mind at his cocky response. But god was he alluring. And somehow, his egotistical attitude was putting you at ease a bit. Because it would possibly be much easier to not get your feelings mixed up for a guy like him. It could just be a one-night stand. Like so many other people indulged in (which you always found absurd).

You both walked to the coat check to get your things before Harry led you, with his hand at your low back to the elevators.

You draped your wool coat over your shoulders and stood awkwardly in the elevator next to the man you were leaving with. You couldn’t believe yourself. You were 28 years old so it shouldn’t have felt like such a big deal but it was. You’d never done anything like it before.

“Are you nervous?”

You sighed and nodded as you looked up at the man, “A little. Haven’t ever done anything like this.”

Harry hummed and nodded, “I can tell. That’s okay. I’ll take the lead.”

There was a black car waiting for you at the curb as soon as you exited the building. A man who was standing near the car opened the back door and gestured for you to get in. You followed behind Harry and the door was shut, closing you off from the outside and loud noises of the city to the dark leather interior of the car. Harry’s hand slid up your exposed thigh the moment you’d settled into the seat, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, me and you.”

You turned your head to look at him, “Are you always like this? So confident about everything?”

Harry laughed and squeezed at your thigh, “If I wasn’t confident I wouldn’t be as successful as I am.”

You guessed that made sense. You just found it so strange that he was so sure of himself even when he hardly knew you at all.

You felt Harry’s long, ringed fingers slide upward over your plushy thighs in search of your panties most likely. And when he leaned over you and took your jaw with his free hand and smushed his mouth against yours it felt like crystalized water beginning to melt and drip and pool onto the ground.

He pulled your hand onto his lap and pressed your palm over his crotch, to which you felt as he grew harder and harder as the seconds passed with your lips connected.

When he was satisfied that you would be keeping your hand in place as you pressed down harder he raised his hand to your breast, his palm placed over the soft velvet before he lowered his mouth to your neck causing you to lean back the slightest for his access.

The car ride ended before you even realized you’d been moving through the city streets when the door you were sitting next to opened and the driver looked in at you two all disheveled and mid-kiss with his hand out for you to take.

Harry walked you into the hotel, which happened to be the same one you had a room at (how convenient you thought). The elevator ride up to his room was not unlike the car ride where you’d lost track of time and space when his lips were on yours and his tongue softly swiped at your mouth. You’d never had a man act this way with you before. It almost felt like desperation. Like he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

Guiding you off the elevator and to his room, you felt buzzy and your heart was bouncing around in your chest wildly. His hand was at the back of your neck, his long fingers gently ghosting over your skin.

The moment you were pushed into his room Harry stood over you and began to loosen his tie, “Take your dress off. God, I need to see you.”

You were already worked up as you panted, keeping your eyes on his, slowly unzipping the back of your dress and stepping out. You had forgotten that you were wearing a nude shapewear slip that kept your tummy rolls in place and your breasts pert. The back of the slip was low cut to accommodate your dress. You looked down over yourself and stuck your fingers into the fabric to pull it down and as your breasts were revealed Harry groaned and leaned down to wrap his pink lips over your nipple. You watched his tongue drag over your plump flesh and his fingers dig into your heavy tits as he worked his way around both sides.

You were pressed against the wall as he pinned your arms back and kissed his way up your tits to your neck and then he found your lips.

Finally, he backed away, giving you space to finish the reveal of your body to him as he continued removing his own clothes.

You watched tattoos appear on his skin and the more buttons he undid the more you saw of him. He was strong and muscular. His pecs were impressive and he had a soft six-pack hidden under the fabric that you only saw once he tossed his shirt off. Tattoos on his arms scattered over his skin.

Tugging at your slip to get it off you knew Harry’s eyes were on your body. But you weren’t going to stop now. Even if you were slightly embarrassed. This was happening and you knew he wanted it. Sometimes you worried about the logistics of sex being as heavy as you were, especially when it came to being with a guy who was not at all. But Harry’s build was masculine and broad and he was clearly going to be able to handle you.

When his pants were off and he was down to his underwear you knew he was enjoying the view of all your bits based on the thick lump under the fabric. You were left standing in your silky black panties when he stood over you and smoothed his hands up your arms and palmed over your tits, “Jesus fucking Christ look at you. Get on the bed for me.”

You swallowed and stepped toward the area of the room where the bed was and sat at the edge, watching as he stalked after you. His eyes were dark as he crawled over you and nudged you with him into the middle of the perfectly made bed, soft and luxurious feeling under your skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he smoothed his lips against yours as he palmed over your skin down to your thigh, pinching at the fleshy insides as he pushed your legs open, putting his knees down into the mattress to keep you spread with his thighs.

He kept his lips working over yours, his tongue smearing against your tongue wetly as you felt his fingers dip down to your panties and then to the wet patch at your center. You could tell you were wet before he even touched you. He’d turned you on with ease. His voice, his body, his eyes, his confidence…

You felt him smile against your lips when he dredged his fingers up and down over your wet panties, right where your labia was. Soft strokes of his fingers pushed the fabric of your panties between your pussylips until he dragged a finger up and found your clit and you gasped. He circled over your clit, pressing the wet fabric into you.

When he lowered himself, using his lips and his tongue down your body as he went he looked up at your face after dotting kisses over your fleshy tummy, “You’re gorgeous and you smell so good. Such a dirty girl, though, aren’t you?” He dabbed more warm kisses down your stomach to just above your panties, “All wet for me like you’re desperate for cock,” he licked along the band of your panties and looked up at you again as he adjusted himself between your legs, “Are you desperate for cock, Y/n? Need me to take care of you tonight?”

You nodded, “Oh my god…” your words came out as a whisper, “Yes, Harry.”

When you felt his tongue glide up your crease over your wet panties your mouth dropped open wide. He was not holding back with the foreplay so far. You were usually disappointed in sex, the few times you’d had it. Foreplay was an afterthought. And only a handful of times did you ever receive any kind of mouth-to-pussy action, which you assumed was due to your size.

But Harry was having no trouble treating you like some kind of irresistible sex pot. He pushed your thighs harder and raked his tongue up and down over you until you’d bucked upward just a bit.

Harry’s fingers pulled at the waistband of your panties, “Taking these off because I need more.”

You felt your panties being moved down your legs then Harry returned with enthusiasm, his lips all over your cunt, sliding his tongue through your folds and his fingers pinching into your flesh before he poked the tip of his wet muscle to your clit and began to lick all around it, lapping you up and teasing you to the point you were shaking and whining, proving him right about how desperate you were.

When he finally stopped his teasing licks he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. You gasped loudly and moaned, to which Harry moaned into your pussy.

His shoulders were against the back of your thighs as he masterfully licked you out and kissed your clit until you were reaching down with one hand to slide your fingers into his thick curls.

And that only seemed to stir something more ravenous in him. He growled when he felt you pulling at his roots and suddenly you felt his fingertips at your entrance before he pushed them in slowly, the metal of his rings being nudged in the slightest. You were in an alternate universe. Somewhere that only existed you and Harry and the bed you were on as you laid spread out for him to pleasure.

He was good with his tongue. He used it over your clit like he understood what you needed, putting pressure where it was vital and then slurping you into his mouth making your entire body quiver in ecstasy. His repeated movements, soft tonguing, pulling at your clit, the bump of his fingers through your walls and into your delicate warmth, the precipice of your orgasm was taunting you.

“Harry!” You yelped when he sucked your clit in especially roughly and his fingers dug in deep making your pussy squelch.

He smiled and lifted his mouth, speaking against your cunt, hot breath coating your labia and clit, “Feels good, Y/n? You gonna let me give you an orgasm?”

You moaned pitifully and nodded to yourself as you scrunched your face when he attached his wet lips back to your clit and curled his fingers just right, “Yes! Oh my god…”

You had never felt anything like it before. Like Harry. And maybe it wasn’t that he was all that good at cunnilingus (he was), but perhaps it was the way he was handling you. The way he was so eager to make you feel good. The way he wasn’t worried about his own throbbing cock between his legs, growing heavier by the minute as he sucked and licked and kissed your cunt.

His focus was on you completely and you felt that. You felt his attention and his devotion to your pleasure before his. And that was what did it for you. It was the care and thoughtfulness of it all. It wasn’t like anything you’d experienced with any man before and it pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm rolled out of you in waves as you writhed under him and cried curses and nonsense into the room. He held you down with one hand as well as he could so he could lavish you with his mouth until you were done with your unraveling. His fingers stroked your insides as you pulsed around them and felt the tingle of your clit being overwhelmed by his lips. You gasped and laughed at the way he continued ravaging you well past what was necessary.

Releasing his hair you pushed yourself up by your elbows to see his face still between your legs, his eyes closed like he was enjoying it just as much as you had. It might have been the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life. But that could have been all those feel-good chemicals being released in your brain post-orgasm.

You pushed at his forehead to indicate you were done, “Okay!” You tried closing your legs but Harry pulled his fingers from your pussy and pressed you down as he licked up and up and up. Until finally he opened his eyes and looked at you, lips still making out with your pussy as you laughed and tried pulling away.

“It’s too much!” You giggled and moved your hips under him.

Finally, he parted from your labia and pushed himself up over you, caging you in as he hovered, “Good?” He raised his brows.

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously.” You laughed as you spoke.

Harry grinned and you watched him move away from you, pulling his underwear down and exposing his weighty cock, thick and long. Yes. He’d be able to handle you just fine.

He grasped it in his hand and moved next to you. You sat up and reached out to feel him, velvety and warm under your palm before getting to your knees and looking up at him as you lowered your lips to his shaft. You wanted to feel it on your mouth and in your mouth.

Dragging your wetted lips down until you reached the base you gripped him and tongued your way up to his tip and heard a shallow gasp from his chest. Licking around his crown you pulled at his skin and wrapped your lips around just the very tip of his head before slipping your tongue around him and sucking softly.

A beautiful deep moan was music to your ears. He was enjoying it. So you indulgently lowered yourself down a bit more, feeling the width of him take up space inside your mouth and on your tongue. Gentle strokes of your lips over the top part of his shaft and over his swollen head felt good for you. You hadn’t given head in a long time. And you could tell Harry was into it.

He smelled good. Nice and clean and warm. You used your hand to pull at the base of his shaft up to your parted lips as you sucked on him and lapped around his skin.

When Harry’s moans turned into a rhythmic panting you felt his hand at your jaw, nudging you up until your lips were pulled away from his pretty cock, “You are desperate for cock. Sucking me like that? If I didn’t want fuck you so bad I’d let you finish me off with that gorgeous mouth.”

You shifted back as Harry leaned over you and pressed his mouth against yours, his hand at your neck pushing you down into the mattress. His mouth was wet and smelled like you as he smeared his lips on yours. You moaned when he parted from you and got off the bed.

You could hear the crinkling of the wrapper from the condom as he sorted himself out and then crawled back next to you, taking your hand, “How’s that sound, Y/n? Want my cock inside your soft pussy? Hmm?”

Looking down at his hard length, covered in a condom, and back into his eyes you nodded, “Yeah,” you were breathless.

The grin on Harry’s face as he moved between your legs, his eyes on yours was like someone who’d just gotten the best news they’d heard all day. He thread his fingers through yours, pressing the back of your hand down into the mattress near your head.

The front of his strong thighs pushed against the inside of yours as he positioned himself over you. His cock heavy on your belly before he moved back, letting go of your hand to grasp himself.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. I want to hear how good it makes you feel, okay?” His tip dragged through your wet labia, up and down, “Just lie there like the pretty little thing you are, and let me fuck you deep.”

You nodded as you watched his eyes. He was looking down at where his cock was brushing over your wet and puffy pussylips, his lips parted as he bumped into your clit and then smacked his girth down over you.

The sound of his cock dragging through your arousal made you feel like a different person. No man had ever taken the time to indulge the way Harry was. It was clear by the look on his face that he liked everything he saw and even how soaked you were.

You felt the tip of his broad head nudge into your entrance as he looked at you with dark pupils. He pulled his brows together as he savored the feel of you and gently pushed through the ring of your wet muscle. Just knowing that you were making him feel like that had you moaning with your eyes locked on his.

“Feel that, Y/n?” He slowly dipped in and pulled back, wetting the condom as he went, pushing in deeper on each thrust forward.

“I feel it…” your words came out shaky as his length was forced through your slick walls, spreading your insides apart slowly.

Harry inhaled a breath and let out a deep moan when his cock reached as far as he could take it, “Taking my cock so good,” he pulled back and looked down at the scene between your legs. All wet and puffy, his cock coated in your creamy arousal. He loved the way your pussy gripped him and your labia stretched around his cock, “Gonna be dreaming of this,” he pressed his thumb over the space where his cock was moving into your entrance and then up to your clit to rub circles softly, wet and warm.

“Ohhh…” you whimpered when his thumb pressed into your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your entire body was boiling and buzzing as Harry rocked into you, his balls thwacking slowly into your ass.

“Yeah? Tell me how you like it, pretty girl.”

How could you answer this man with his dick lodged so deep in your tummy? How did he expect you to make a coherent sentence with the way his thumb was stroking your clit back and forth? How could your brain form any sort of response when his cock was dragging through your insides and pressing into all your bits, hitting your hidden spots like his shape was made just for you?

“I want it… Mmm… like that…” was all you could bear to squeak out when he smacked into you in one harsh thud.

“Harder? Softer?” His thumb never ceased the yummy caressing of your fleshy pearl.

“Fuck!” You gasped when he smacked into you again, causing your body to jolt upward from the force.

“Like that? Need it a little rougher, Y/n? Need my cock to split you in half?” Again, a harsh thrust into your guts that had you gurgling and falling apart too soon.

“Oh she wants it a little rough, I can tell. Your cute pussy likes a good pounding doesn’t she?”

You held your breath when you felt him angle over you and sink down into you until it hurt. Until his long cock was buried in so deep his balls were tucked against your ass as he ground himself in, “Pussy like this needs a lot of attention. Lots of care…” he moaned when you clenched around him, “Want me to take care of you? Want to feel what my cock can do to this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, please, Harry!” You grasped onto his forearm as he rolled solidly into you, deep and slow, slushy and sopping between your thighs.

“Yeah? Gonna stuff myself so far into you that you can’t breathe. Gonna make you come so hard you’ll never want another cock again.”

You moaned and felt his crushing weight over you as he continued grinding his hips against yours but then suddenly he was pulling out and you felt a sting on your thigh when he smacked you, “Get on all fours.”

You were blurry and floaty as you rolled over and pushed yourself up to do as he asked. Your pussy puffy and begging for more of his cock.

His hands gripped the side of your hips tight and you smushed your face down to the mattress before you felt his cock rip into you in one punishing stroke. You cried out and he did it again. And again. His cock pummeled into you repeatedly, punching the air from your lungs and giving your pussy the best fucking of its life.

You did like it hard. A little rough. Nothing wild, just something that you could feel for a couple of days. Something that made you gasp and brace for more.

“Holy fuck…” Harry gritted as he fucked into you, watching his dick disappear repeatedly. Your pretty round bottom bouncing and wiggling at each plunge. He dug his fingers into your ample flesh and spread you out so he could watch as you gripped him exactly like he loved. The little noises you were making had him reeling.

It was his favorite. A beautiful woman with her ass in the air as he railed her deep. But especially when it was a nice big ass. He loved to be able to grip something in his hands. To squeeze and smack. It always felt so much better to have something to hold on to. Not that he didn’t love slender women. He certainly did. But there was nothing like the feminine physique of a woman with meat on her bones, wide hips, a big tummy, and extra bits to touch and run his fingers over. It was fucking sexy.

You could feel him as he worked you open. He buried in deep and then pulled back until his thick tip was being pushed through your entrance again and again. He was long and every inch of him pulled and pushed through your walls, sliding along all your bits and ridges making your skin heat up.

Then you felt his chest against your back and his cock was angled so far inside of you that your eyes nearly crossed, “Love your little gurgles and moans, Y/n. Feels good on my cock?” He rolled into you, keeping himself stuffed to the hilt.

“Yes! Fuck, Harry!” You turned your head to speak so he could hear you and then you felt his lips on your back as he kept rocking into you languidly, never pulling back, only dipping into you, swiveling his hips to ensure you could feel every part of his cock moving through you.

You felt a tear drip from your eye as he reached down for your hand and moved it toward your pussy, “Rub that wet clit, sweet girl. Want to see you quivering under me again.”

The moment your fingertips came into contact with your puffy nub you moaned and all you could feel was Harry’s warmth and his big cock and your clit being worked just how you liked.

He began to rut into you with unforgiving strength. Your body was being smacked into and your skin was beginning to burn where his hips were striking your ass. It felt incredible. It felt like a man who knew what he was doing.

“Yes! Yes!” You shakily cried out. Harry’s long shaft was gliding in and out and you could feel him every time your fingertips moved back the slightest. His heavy cock slipping into your pussy vigorously as you ran your fingers back and forth, up and down on your clit.

Harry put a hand on your low back and settled his thumb into the top of your crack as he watched your cunt swallow him on each thrust. He bit his lip at the gorgeous sight and lowered his other hand to your right cheek, pulling at your flesh to give himself a better look at how you were taking him. How perfect you were for his cock.

When he noticed your moans growing louder and more desperate and then saw your thighs shaking he pounded into you with deliberate, long strokes so you could really feel him inside of you.

And feel him you did. His length filled you up and pulled back, before pressing back in until your world began to spin and your pussy was powerless to your orgasm. You reared yourself back onto his cock and cried out pathetically as Harry breathed heavily and felt your cunt sucking him in and spasming around him.

“Oh, baby…” he moaned and watched more cream coat his cock from your pussy. You were coming hard, lips wide open as you cried out and gasped, and the way you were clenching around his cock felt like the best thing he’d ever experienced during sex. You were fucking sexy.

When your voice lowered and your body stopped quivering Harry halted his movements and ran his hands on your back gently and down to your bum, keeping his cock lodged inside of you, “Creamed all over my cock, Y/n,” swiped his thumb around the area where you two were connected and lifted it to his mouth to taste.

You panted and smiled into the blanket when he suddenly pulled out and popped your bottom with his palm, “On your back. Want to see that pretty face again.”

You were on the verge of being completely wiped out. You knew he hadn’t come yet, though, and you felt like he deserved it with how fucking good he was. Two orgasms already. That was unheard of for you.

Harry helped you situate and he fit himself between your thighs. You looked down at his cock and noted he was right about you creaming all over him. White gobs of your arousal at his shaft and in the thatch of dark, trimmed hair at his base. God his cock was good.

“You feel so good on my cock, Y/n. You know that?” He pressed his tip inside of you, making you drop your mouth open and he gasped. The way he stretched you apart was insane. It felt incredible.

“Fuck… your pussy needs my cock inside of her. Yeah? I could fuck this sweet cunt all day and never get tired of it. Fuck, baby…” he moaned his words as he thrust into you, his hips dragging against you and your clit being pushed into with each plunge.

You took your breasts in your palms and kneaded at them as you watched Harry’s face twist up in rapturous despair. Every roll of his hips was torture for him. His body wanted to come but he had planned on you having one more orgasm. Wanted to feel you squeezing and pulsing around him as he came with you. The decadence of being able to feel your pussy coming around him as he was pouring into you would be bliss.

The edge of his hairline was wet with sweat. You knew he was working hard to give you his cock the way you needed it. His arms were flexing as he held himself up over you, back and thighs clenching and stretching as his muscles exerted, loosening and tightening.

Now there was no slap of skin or the sound of thuds filling the room, it was only hot breaths and gasps and wet pussy being fucked. The occasional distant sound of people moving past his suite on their way to their own.

Deeper and deeper he stuffed himself as he kept his radiant green eyes locked on your face. Your insides were bowing and tensing and vibrating with delight. It was the best you’d ever gotten and his handsome face watching you had your head spinning and your body melting under him. He was too good. The way he was tugging his cock inside of you and stroking your walls and fitting himself deep into your guts like he was trying to reach up into your spine and your lungs under your ribcage… it was going to stick with you for a long time. And he was probably right. You’d be dreaming of his cock. You were sure of it.

His pacing was perfect; smooth, wet thrusts and a satisfying angle that had your whole body resonating with sex and electric crackles like you’d never felt. His undulating hips kissing your clit each time he ground into you.

“Look at your tits jiggling, Y/n. Fucking so hot…” he panted his words like he was out of breath, “Damn baby,” he moaned as he slowed his stride for a moment to collect himself. His balls were already tightening against his body, ready to release too soon.

He leaned over you and pressed his lips against yours and it made your skin and pores and nerves spark and convect. Little by little your pulse accelerated until you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. His tongue inside your mouth and his perfect cock inside of your tummy, the smell of him and of you and the soft bed beneath your back- it had you nearly going up in flames.

When he finally began to move again, when he’d steadied his composure so he could last a little longer you gasped into his mouth.

Now his long strokes were thick and stunted, his shaft inching in and in and in until you couldn’t breathe. His nose pressed into yours and his lips moved around your lips, smearing saliva over your warm, plush mouth with his tongue. It was filthy, the way he kissed. Wet, aching. Like he was fucking your lips with his tongue at the same time he was filling your pussy with his cock.

You felt his muscles begin to shake as he parted from your mouth and looked down at you. Blown-out pupils, pink parted lips, and a flushed face. He was about to come and you could see it on his face and in the way he was panting and getting louder with each jerk of his hips. It was delicious.

“You gonna come, baby? Gonna milk my cock with your cunt, squeeze around me, and drain me?”

Grabbing onto his forearms you nodded and feebly whimpered, “Yes… oh my god…”

Harry groaned as he canted his hips sloppily and his thrusts grew erratic as he held back to wait for you to come first.

You’d always heard of the mythical concept of a cock fitting together perfectly with the right pussy and how it could make women come from penetration alone when they’d never been able to before. You’d never experienced it and thought it was just a made-up fantasy. A wild fable.

But you were wrong. Harry’s cock proved you wrong. He was nudging into things inside of you that even your vibrator missed and as shocking as it was to know you were about to come, yet again, you were of no mind to think too much about that because your body was submitting to the way he was handling you and your pussy was already beginning to flutter around him and pulse as you gasped and dropped your mouth wide.

Yes, you were having one of those kinds of orgasms that you could feel from the inside out. That made your ears feel stuffy and your vision go white as you cried out loudly.

Harry choked out a gasp as soon as he felt your walls gripping him and you tossed your head back, moaning his name over and over again like you needed the room to know who was making you fall apart.

Your pussy wrapped around him so perfectly and he looked down from your perfect tits to your face and he lost it. His own cry of your name was loud as he threw his head back and throbbed, releasing into his condom, his come filling the tip full as you milked him with your pulsing orgasm.

Divine. Complete and utter perfection. He hadn’t come so hard in years and the way you responded to him only coaxed him deeper into his own ecstasy.

When his cock stopped pumping and twitching he opened his eyes and looked down at you looking all fucked out and satisfied. Exactly what he had hoped for when he brought you to his room. Better even.

When your gaze finally found his he smiled down at you. He figured it would be nice to have you again in the morning if you were up for it because he certainly didn’t want to have you leave. Not yet. Maybe he’d order room service and you two could talk some more. Maybe another round or perhaps you’d both just crash after that marathon. But he knew he’d want to give you a parting gift in the morning at the very least. One of those soft and lazy morning fucks before kissing you and sending you off so he could catch his flight the following afternoon.

Yeah. That sounded nice to him.

But the sudden sound of his phone buzzing had him turning to look at the nightstand. You’d barely recovered from your scorching orgasm when he rolled off of you and quickly picked up the phone, his back to you, “Hello?”

You inhaled deeply. You still couldn’t believe you’d just done that. With a stranger nonetheless.

“No, I’m okay. Just ran to grab the phone is all.” He was panting just enough that whoever was on the line had wondered what he’d been doing. You turned your head to look at him. His back was to you.

“Sure, babe. See you then.”

You sat up quickly. Babe?

Harry stood from the bed and picked up his pants, “I’m sure you can get your clothes on and be on your way quickly. Yeah?”

You instinctively covered your chest with your mouth dropped open, “What?!” Harry paused before putting his shirt on and looked at you with an unamused expression, “I said you need to leave.” He raised his voice a notch as if the reason you asked him what was because you hadn’t heard.

You shook your head and slid off the bed feeling dirty and shameful, reaching to the ground for your discarded dress, “I know what you said. I was surprised that you were… never mind.”

The sudden change in his attitude toward you was a shock. He’d been so attentive and affectionate and now he was cold. Inconsiderate. You struggled to keep up with the abrupt shift in his temperament.

Harry walked to the window as you shimmied into your dress and attempted zipping it up, “Fuck…” you mumbled under your dress. The last thing you wanted to do was ask this asshole to help you but really didn’t want to walk out of his room with your dress half unzipped and your ass crack hanging out.

“Can you please help?” You sighed and looked over at him. God, you hated how attractive he was, especially now that he was being so cold to you suddenly.

Harry silently shook his head to himself as he tucked his shirt in and walked toward you as if it were some terrible chore to help you.

“There. Now I really need you to go. Quickly.”

You hadn’t even had the chance to wipe up in the bathroom or pee. You were stunned at his behavior.

You gave him your dirtiest scowl, scooped up your underwear, and grabbed your small purse, stuffing your bra and panties inside. The slip you had to carry in your hands. As you pulled your shoes back on your feet one at a time, Harry was plucking the condom off the floor and looking around the room in a slight panic.

“Fuck you, Harry. This is rude. You didn’t have to treat me like garbage. Not like I was gonna fall for you or something you prick.” When your feet were securely in your shoes Harry walked across the room toward you as you tried to make your way to the door to leave.

“Y/n?”

You turned to look at him.

“Can you toss this in the garbage near the elevator for me? Thanks,” he pressed the used condom that was stuffed into a tissue into your hand and you nearly lost it. Nearly fucking karate chopped his ass to the ground and stomped on his face. But then you realized something. He was in a hurry to get you out of his room because he had someone coming up to see him. Someone he wanted to hide the condom from. A lover? Girlfriend? Wife?

Instead of responding verbally you flipped him off and slammed the door behind yourself. But before you walked away from the door you pulled the condom from the tissue and put it over his doorknob, nice and tight. The used rubber was still heavy with his come and you smiled as you dropped the tissue onto the floor and pulled out a cocktail napkin and pen from your purse, pressed your lips into it to leave it lightly stained with your leftover lipstick, and then wrote Thank you, Harry xx. You balanced the napkin right over the condom on the doorknob and then grinned to yourself as you walked down the hallway to the elevator. You sure were glad your room was in the same hotel. When the elevator doors opened a pretty blonde stepped off and rushed past you, headed in the direction of Harry’s room. She barely even glanced your way before you stepped onto the elevator and pressed 2 for your floor.

So maybe it wasn’t a terrible ending to the night after all.

Part 2

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A Gun Amonst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 17: What About Us?

Summary: When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She’s beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her name? Bear. When the Seals need backup, Cyclone puts the Daggers on their radar and now, Jake has to work with Bear and her team, all the while trying to stay professional. Can he do it? Or will he end up falling for the Navy sniper and mission Commander?

*Image is from Pinterest, OG creator unknown

A/N: Chapter title taken from P!nk's song of the same name, What About Us

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: Jake’s really into his feelings, unconsciousness, medical setting, swearing, the author’s an asshole (you’ll see…)

Word Count: 3.3k

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Bear slept for days; her body too weary for anything else except passing out and doing her best to heal after the traumatizing last few weeks. She wasn’t alone in her room though. Jake had hardly budged from the chair he sat in, watching her closely, like he half-expected her to vanish if he left or looked away for even a second. No one knew what to do, Bear had dropped a bomb on the conference room table like she had known what her team needed. She was funny like that, always managing to care for others even when she was the one needing a break.

But as she slept, the days passed by slowly. The mission had happened damn near a month ago and its effects were still being uncovered day by day. “Jake. Jake. Come on man, you need to shower.” Coyote had been trying to coax Jake to leave the room for the past two days, but nothing had worked. “I know you’re worried about her, but she isn’t going to magically wake up if you keep starin’ at her.”

“I know.” Jake’s voice was small, such a contrast from the loud, boisterous personality with an equally loud voice that everyone knew and some loved. “Five more minutes?”

“Man, come on. Please. You said five minutes 25 minutes ago,” Coyote was growing more and more frustrated by the second. He didn’t know what had happened to Bear, didn’t want to know, but even then, he was still trying to wrangle his best friend into taking care of himself. “I’ll get Fireball or Nix to come sit with her while you shower, okay?”

Jake watched Coyote step out for a moment to call or text someone to come and sit with Bear. Deep down, Jake knew that there would be no shortage of takers. Bear was loved by her team and damn near everyone who knew her, plus he had been occupying the room for nearly 5 days, someone likely had something that they wanted to say to her without him around. “I miss you, Teddy,” he muttered, squeezing her hand before placing it back on top of the covers. “Please be okay.”

He sat in silence for a while, eyes flicking over the healing bruises, the bandages, and the drab hospital gown that covered her. She was still Bear in every way that mattered, but the question was, would she remember him? Would she remember the chaste cheek kiss nearly a month ago now, how she called him Flyboy? God, he hoped so.

Jake was broken from his reverie when Phoenix came into the room. “Hey Bagman.” Her voice was soft like she was speaking to a frightened child instead of her teammate. “How’s our girl?”

“Breathing. I know they did something to her oxygen earlier,” he replied, gazing down at her face, tracing its lines with his eyes. “Apparently she’s doing better than expected.”

“That’s great.” Phoenix didn’t know how to proceed with this conversation. The man before her was so far from the Jake she knew and she didn’t know how to handle it. “That’s really good.”

He swallowed hard. “Yeah. She’s a fighter.” Tears were pricking his eyes and Jake quickly blinked them back. “Thanks for staying with her.”

“Hey. It’s not a problem. Should warn you that Bradshaw insisted on tagging along. I think he feels bad,” Phoenix told him, settling in the chair next to him. “But,” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning in close. “I won’t let him take your seat. How’s that?”

“Thank you.” Jake stood up slowly. His joints popped as he unfolded himself from the chair he had sat vigil in for the better part of five days and gave Bear one last longing look before leaving the room, Coyote following close behind. The pair was silent the entire way to the barracks, Jake lost in his head. He couldn’t understand why Bear had done what she had done. He wasn’t worth torture. No one here was. It didn’t make sense why Hazard had done what he had either. Why would a man throw away his life and career for a… terrorist? Risk everything for what? Money? A deluded sense of belonging?

Nothing made sense to him and he was too afraid to ask Javy or anyone else lest he had dreamed the whole thing. It still felt surreal having her back in his life. Sure Bear was unconscious and more than likely traumatized, but she was here, she was whole, and Jake desperately hoped that she’d be his when all was said and done.

They had made it back to the barracks and Jake sat down on his bed, biting his cheek. “Thanks for lookin’ out for me,” he mumbled at Coyote’s back, not caring if the other man heard him or not. He just had to get these words off his chest.

“It’s not a problem, Seresin. Trust me, you’re a pain in the ass, but you’re also my best friend, so I can’t be too mad,” Javy replied with a wave of his hand. “You don’t gotta thank me.”

Jake gave him an appreciative look, not trusting himself to speak his gratitude aloud. Javy buzzed around the room for a while longer as Jake flopped back on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was still desperate for answers. Hell, he had been searching for them since he had found out Bear’s fate weeks prior. Jake had been neck deep in evidence and documents as he worked with Bug, who now insisted he call her Priya, Fireball, and Flare, wherever she was, to find whoever had been responsible for this act of terrorism and after all of that, he still barely knew which way was up. But she was safe. Bear was here. That’s all he needed.

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An hour or two later, Jake made his way down the halls to the infirmary to retake his place next to Bear’s bed. The halls were strangely empty as he walked along, there was none of the hustle and bustle that was characteristic of the Air Base, and to top it all off, it was quiet. He could distantly hear jets taking off in the background, and saw a few people he didn’t recognize, but that wasn’t unusual given the size of the base, so Jake thought nothing of it.

He continued on, waving to a few of the Seals he thought he knew and they returned the gesture. Jake felt refreshed, having showered and taken a brief nap in the time since he’d left Bear’s bedside, and he was ready to talk to her if she should be awake. If not, well, his phone was fully charged and he had the book that he was still working his way through, he could wait.

After all, he’d waited this long.

He entered the room, noting that neither Rooster not Phoenix were inside. The second chair wasn’t beside the bed, it was tucked in the corner, but this was all forgotten when he locked eyes with Bear. “Teddy…” he breathed, seeing her sat up in bed, looking out the window. Her skin was ghastly pale, eyes having lost their usual spark, but that was likely from everything she had been through, and he couldn’t blame her. “How are you?”

“I’ve been better.” Her words were short and clipped, almost like she didn’t want to talk to him at all. Which made no sense to him. Bear had been ready to say something to him in the conference room, just before she’d passed out. Why would she act like this?

Jake tried again. “I missed you, you know? I was a wreck, ask Bug or whoever else. They’ll tell you that I cried like a baby.” He was going for humor but was once again shot down in his attempts to talk to her.

“I didn’t ask you to do that. To mourn me.”

“I know you didn’t,” Jake said weakly. This wasn’t his Bear. It couldn’t be. But it looked like her, sounded like her, so this must be her. Why wouldn’t it be? “But I care about you, Teddy. I always have. You know this.”

Bear snorted, her eyes focused on a point over his shoulder. She couldn’t even stand to look at him. How could she? “Do I know that? Or do I just know what you're telling me?”

“Bear, I love you! I have been in love with you since the training exercise back on base! Why would I have lost sleep over you if I didn’t want you or care for you?” Jake was getting louder with each word and was practically screaming by the end. This didn’t make sense. Bear would never say this to him, would she?

But his pondering was cut off by a snort. “You honestly think I wanted you?” Bear rolled her eyes at him, fed up with his insistence.

“Bear please!” He was nearly pleading now, but that didn’t seem to change the iron stare of the woman in front of him. The woman who he had thought loved him. “You can’t be serious!”

“You were a distraction. A plaything. And do you know the worst part, Jake, do you know what that is? No? I’ll tell you. You. Weren’t. Worth. It.” Each word was punctuated by her stepping closer to him. “You were never worth it.”

“When did she stand up?” Jake thought distantly, but his attention was grabbed by the next words Bear spat at him.

“I should have left you to rot in the desert. Saved my own ass, protected my team like I swore to do. I didn’t sign up to defend little boys with no sense of self-preservation. You want to hear me say it again, Jake? You. Weren’t. Worth. Saving.”

Tears were now falling freely down his face as each word Bear threw at him found its mark deep in his heart. She was ruthless, cruel, and held no regard for his feelings. This couldn’t be what they had made her into. This wasn’t right. Did she really regret saving him? But FAK had told him that… No. It didn’t matter. Bear clearly didn’t feel the same as she had before the mission. How could she claim to have feelings and throw these words around so carelessly? “Fine. Whatever. So you regret saving my ass,” Jake fired back, his face red as tears streamed down his cheeks. “So why did you? Why did you save me if you were just ‘playing’ with me? Why?”

“Because you put yourself in danger and I was never going to hear the end of it if I just left you. My career would be over!” Bear’s grin was mocking as she shoved his own anger back in his face, laughing as she did. “I was a better leader before you, and I will be a great one without you. I hate to say it, but you were little more to me than a rock in my boot, Seresin. A pretty one, sure. But a pain nonetheless.”

“Bear…” One last try. One last plea for her to come to her senses. “Please.” Jake’s heart was shattering in his chest the longer he stood before Bear, raw emotion choking him as he tried to rearrange his thoughts to fit the picture she was painting for him. Bear was standing here as casually as she could, acting like her every word wasn’t single-handedly destroying every treasured moment of the two of them that he held.

“You loved a lie, Jake. I never cared. You should know what that’s like, Flyboy.” Her nickname for him, so callously thrown out, like she didn’t care, like she couldn’t bring herself to care. “You did this all the time. Out of the both of us, you have the reputation as a heart breaker.”

Jake physically recoiled from her. His chest had been filled with uncertainty since he’d entered the room, but now? Now it was almost as if Bear had reached into his chest and pulled his heart out, squeezing it in her hands. She didn’t care. She had never cared. It hit him like a sack of stones, dazing him and he pressed his palms against his eyes, trying to block it all out, trying to make sense of it all. Jake swallowed back bile, desperately scanning her face for any sign that she could be lying, but there was none. Just the blank face of the woman he loved staring back at him, and he could only hope that this was some kind of twisted prank meant to torment him.

Or maybe this was the new Bear. The one who didn’t care for him or his feelings. She was jaded, ruined by the men Hazard had led to her. A shell of the vibrant person he had fallen in love with. A fraction of the woman that had stolen his heart. Jake watched numbly as she climbed back into bed and turned away from him, feeling something slap at his arm. Twice more, this thing jabbed him in the shoulder until he shot up with a strangled gasp, the air in his lungs punching out like he’d gotten a boot to the chest.

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Jake blew out a breath. Bear hadn’t said what she did. That was a dream, an amalgamation of his worst fears coming to haunt him, to make him regret everything. The thing was, it had almost worked. But Bear was alive, and while he didn’t know how she was, Jake knew that she was nothing like the woman masquerading as Bear in his nightmare. She wasn’t capable of it. Not even after everything she had likely been through. Her “words” were in his head because he had dreamt it, not because they had actually been said.

“Jake? You good man? You look like you saw a ghost.” It was Coyote’s voice that pulled him from his mind, jolting him back to reality. The reality where he was sat on his bunk, rubbing sleep from his eyes

“Yeah. Just a wicked nightmare. When did I fall asleep?” Jake scarcely recognized his own voice with how ragged it sounded to his own ears.

“You crashed, like the second you lay down. You were just out,” Javy replied, eyeing his best friend suspiciously. “Are you okay?”

“I will be.”

Coyote didn’t look convinced, but he nodded anyways, stepping closer with the sandwich he’d snagged from the mess. “Eat something, man. Then go shower. You smell like nightmares and sweat. Bear isn’t gonna want to kiss your landfill smellin’ ass.”

Jake’s cheeks were puffed out from the mouthful of his sandwich. “Fuck you,” he tried to say through the bread and meat, but it came out in a muffled series of noises that just made Javy snort.

“Yeaaaah, she’s definitely not gonna want to put her face anywhere near that.” Javy was relishing in the indignant look Jake gave him, chuckling at the barely hidden laughter that had returned to his friend’s eyes.

“I know where you can put your face,” Jake shot back. “How about you kiss my ass and leave Bear the hell alone?” For the first time in weeks, Jake’s face had lit up. He was coming back into who he used to be, but underneath the sparkle in those now-bright green eyes lurked sadness at his own inability to help.

Javy smirked, throwing a towel at Jake’s head. “I would, but you’d like it too much.”

The blond man groaned. “Fucking Hell, Javy.”

“That’s my name, don’t wear it out!”

“I pity your girlfriend.”

“Low blow, man. Low blow.” Coyote had pretended to stumble back, clutching his chest and staring up at Jake like the man had stabbed him. “You leave my honey outta this.”

The two men stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. It felt normal. Like the two of them were healing, like the world was right once more. It took them both a while to calm down, the silence in the room punctuated with small snorts of laughter and the occasional wheeze as they both tried to catch their breath. “Please. You’re tellin’ me that she wouldn’t drag your ass?”

“She already does man. Chewed me out for yellin’ at you too. Called you an ass, but told me to be nice,” Javy replied, wiping tears from his eyes. “God I love her.”

Jake grinned at his best friend. “You gonna wife her up anytime soon? Or do I have to use my charm to show T how it’s done?”

“Bullshit. You got lucky with Bear. She don’t dig white boys, you know that.”

“Fair enough. Fair enough.” Jake lifted his palms in mock-surrender. “I know when I’m beat.”

“Mmhmm. Bear’s got you whipped, man.” Javy watched as Jake’s face softened. His eyes had brightened and he sat up a little straighter. It was like watching a flower perk up after a rainstorm, and Javy knew that his best friend was in love with the bedridden Navy Seal a few buildings away. “Pretty sure she’s had your balls since day one.”

“I might’ve handed them to her, I honestly don’t know.”

The black man snorted. “Alright, alright. I told Bradshaw that I’d get your pasty simp ass into the shower and back so he could go eat, let’s go.” He clapped his hands, grinning as Jake hauled himself up with a groan. “C’mon. Move it.”

“I’m comin’. I’m comin’. Calm your tits dude,” Jake said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his shower stuff and a clean set of clothes.

“Please tell me that isn’t how you talk dirty to Bear… Honey’s gonna be so disappointed in her if you caught her with lines like that.” Coyote shoved him towards the showers, following him. “Now, I’d wait. But I’ve got to call my mama in…” he trailed off, checking his watch. “12 minutes. And if you’re gonna be an angsty shit, I’d remember that you have a hungry Chicken in the same room as your girl. So move it, or lose her.”

The shit-eating grin on Coyote’s face was enough to make Jake snort as he passed by his friend. “Go on then. I can shower by myself.”

“Awww. Who’s a big boy?” Javy replied with a loud cackle of a laugh at the face Jake pulled. “Okay man. See you in a bit.”

“Later asshole. You know where to find me,” Jake yelled back, flipping Javy off as he undressed.

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Stepping under the cold spray of the shower shocked Jake back to his dream. Bear couldn’t possibly feel that way, could she? This was the thought that raced through his mind as Jake stood stock-still, feeling the water sluicing down his body. Bear had made that decision for a reason. Wracked with guilt in those initial days after learning Bear’s fate, he had sought out FAK in help of understanding what had happened.

FAK’s tone had been gentle, the medic having more of an understanding of Bear’s motivations. They had sat with him as they restitched his leg, talking the whole time. Jake had learned a lot from this conversation; Bear had cared enough about him to come after him. She had put herself in harm’s way to save him for a reason. FAK hadn’t known what that reasoning was, and they didn’t care to speculate, but the medic had assured him that it must have been significant.

And as Jake stood, rinsing soap from his body, that reason hit him. It slammed into his chest quick and fast. In all honesty, it felt like launching from a carrier; a jolt followed by a lurch that moved through both you and the aircraft. It was indescribable to someone who had never experienced it, but Jake knew. This time he understood why Bear had risked herself for him. He didn’t like it, but he understood. It was because she loved him, it made no sense otherwise. So she had to, Bear had to love him back.

FAK had known but couldn’t say, Bug knew, hell, Jake was certain that his entire team knew. But were those feelings the truth, or just imagined? There was only one way to find out. The mere thought had him shutting the shower off abruptly, standing stock-still for a moment to evaluate what exactly he was planning on doing. He would confess first, she couldn’t because of her rank, but he could say something.

Jake could confess his love.

He screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head. This was insane. But Jake knew that taking risks was part of his job, it was partially who he was. So he threw on clean pants and a hoodie, redoing his shoes before racing off through the locker room and across base, all the way to Bear’s bedside.

It was always better late than never. Right?

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The Pull: Steddie x Succubus reader Part 4 (final part)

Summary: You move to Hawkins after spending the last decade in New York City hoping to have a peaceful and quiet next few years flying under the radar only feeding when necessary and making everyone you spend a night with forget you. But when you arrive, you feel a pull from two men like you’ve never felt before. As soon as you feel it you know flying under the radar here wasn’t going to cut it, you had to find them. Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, choking, demon/human relationships, oral F&M! receiving, M/M/F threesome,the boys DP reader in this one, a lil bit of angst, some flufff. (Lmk if I missed any!)

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer than the others also I’m not OBSESSED with this ending tbh, I played around with a few ideas, possibly turning her human or turning them into incubi, ultimately I felt like I was over complicating it so I decided to just end it here. I did leave it open ended so if I feel inspired to go back and add more to their story I can! But I hope you guys enjoyed!! Feedback is greatly appreciated.🖤

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Eddie stretched and rolled over before opening his eyes, it was pitch black outside now and he hardly remembered falling asleep. He turned his head to the side and saw Steve, he looked so handsome… then it all came crashing down on him, you coming to the door, the red flash of your eyes, your magic fucking pussy and he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t some D&D lore fueled wet dream. But when he sat up and looked at Steve who was laying on his stomach he could see long nail marks down his back that he knew weren’t his.

He looked to the other side of the bed and it was empty, he hoped maybe you were in another room but he knew you weren’t. He grabbed his boyfriend's shoulder and shook him lightly “Steve… Steve.. she’s.. she’s gone” Steve groaned and peaked an eye at Eddie “Babe? What are you talking abou- oh.. yeah, for a second I thought that was a crazy dream” he sat up slowly, eyes adjusting to the dark room and looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand, 6:00PM.

“Geez we slept for a long time.. she’s really gone?” He tried to hide his disappointment but it was apparent. “I hoped she would’ve at least said goodbye..”

Eddie sighed “yeah man, me too. She was.. wow, I’m still kind of trying to wrap my mind around the fact that it was real.” He got up from the bed and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand, spying something on the ground “but you have scratches all over your back and THESE are on our bedroom floor, so..” he leaned down and picked them up and showed Steve, it was your black g-string.

“Also your neck is covered in hickies” Steve said now standing in front of his partner, running his fingers down his neck. “I’m going to go take a shower…” he sighed and kissed Eddie on the cheek before leaving the room.

•

When you got home you felt lost, you just sat on your couch in silence, staring at the wall for what felt like hours. You had only been here a little over a week so luckily there wasn’t much to pack since most of your things were still in boxes. You decided you would give yourself the evening to pack and collect yourself and leave in the morning. You should feel amazing and fulfilled but you don’t, you can’t even enjoy the high you normally feel from feeding. It’s like knowing you’ll never have it again makes you already hungry for more.

You finally stood from your couch with a sigh and started going through the motions of packing your clothes and the few belongings you had taken out of boxes. By the time you were done it was dark outside and you were the regular kind of hungry, while sexual energy fed the succubus side of you there was still a part of you that was human once so your physical body craves human food. You knew there was nothing in your kitchen to eat. You had planned to go grocery shopping tomorrow, which obviously wasn’t happening now. There was a Chinese restaurant around the corner, you decided you’d just walk over there for something and then come home and crash so you could get an early start.

•

“Can we go get food? Please?” Eddie looked at Steve with big sad eyes. “Yeah baby, we can get food.” He caressed his boyfriend’s cheek “you want Chinese?”

“You know the answer to that question is literally always yes.” He gave him a small smile “Steve? I’m sad. I know that we literally knew her for like three hours tops but I just.. I don’t know” he looked down at his hands and his shoulders sagged.

“No, I get it… Like we have always talked about maybe finding a girl to have as a fuck buddy or even maybe a girlfriend but she was.. I don’t think we will ever find one now, I honestly think pussy is fucking ruined for me now” he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Yeah man.. I think so too, maybe she put some kind of spell on us? And it’ll wear off?” Eddie knew that wasn’t true, you said you didn’t charm them and for whatever reason demon or not he believed that you were telling them the truth.

“Yeah.. maybe. Or the fact that she had a literal magic pussy” he snorted “Let’s go get some food. You want Golden Dynasty?”

“You mean the only Chinese food in town that doesn’t taste like shit? Yeah definitely.” He chuckled as he walked towards the door to put his shoes on while Steve went to call in the pick up order.

•

You tapped your long nails on the table you were sitting at while you waited for your food, cursing yourself for not calling it in, when you felt it. Or more so you felt them, and they were close and only coming closer. Did they find you somehow? No, there’s no way they could’ve.. was it just some sick twist of fate bringing them close to you again when you were trying to get away from them? You had no idea what you’d say if they saw you, if they’d even talk to you, or if they even cared that you left. Thinking that they didn’t care stung a bit, but it really was the best case scenario, at least you’d be the only one who was getting hurt by this.

You took a deep breath and tried to center yourself, just because they were close didn’t mean they were going to see you or even be in the same place as you. They couldn’t sense you like you could sense them so it would be fine. You needed to get a grip. You were on your third deep breath when you heard the bell on the door indicating that someone walked in. You felt your blood run cold, even though your back was to the door you knew it was them. Their scent was much stronger than it was a few minutes ago and you felt dizzy being this close to them again.

Maybe they wouldn’t see you, your back was to the door and they only knew you for a few hours which you hoped wasn’t enough time to memorize the back of your head. But you were wrong, the minute they walked in Eddie saw you, he did spend time memorizing the back of you when he was railing you from behind just earlier today.

“Steve…” he elbowed his boyfriend and tilted his head in your direction. It took him a moment but Steve’s eyes widened in realization. “Holy shit dude, this is like.. fate or something we have to talk to her”

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, suddenly extremely nervous “Unless.. I mean.. she left without saying anything, what if she doesn’t want to talk to us?”

They really must have thought they were talking quieter than they were because you heard every word they were saying and it broke you even more. They were sad that you left, and hurt that you didn’t say goodbye. Fuck. Should you just rip off the bandaid and talk to them? Lie to them and tell them you’ll see them around then disappear? Tell them you decided Hawkins wasn’t for you and that you’re leaving? Neither of those options sounded good to you, from the beginning something about them made you want to spill your heart out to them and tell them all your truths. If you talked to them you’d tell them why you ran, why you were REALLY leaving.

So you did the only thing that felt logical in that moment and you got up and started walking to the door opposite of them without even grabbing your food first. You couldn’t face them and still leave, that’s why you left before they woke up. You’d stay, you’d watch them grow old and then you’d be all alone again in the blink of an eye.

Right as you were reaching for the door you felt a ringed hand on your wrist and when you turned you were met with the biggest sad brown puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen and you felt your heart constrict in your chest “Please wait? We just.. want to talk to you and then we’ll leave you alone forever if that’s what you want, I promise.” He had marks all over his neck from earlier and you felt yourself salivate at the sight.

Before you could answer, the woman behind the counter called your order “Do you wanna grab your food? And we can all sit and eat and talk?”

“Uh- I think we should talk about this somewhere private, my apartment is down the street, you guys can come eat there?” You said it before you even realized what you were saying. He gave you a soft look that melted your insides “Are you sure?”

Were you sure? No. Were you going to do it anyways? Apparently.

After you had all grabbed your food you lead them toward your apartment. Besides you giving the few directions there were to your house the walk was mostly silent. Not necessarily the bad kind of silent but there was definitely a tension in the air. Once you guys reached your door you unlocked it and invited them in.

They both noticed a few things immediately, everything you had was in boxes which wouldn’t have been that abnormal considering how short of a time you’ve been here but there were bags by the door too which made it seem like you were packing and not unpacking. “I’m sorry I don’t have a table, you guys can’t sit on the couch and use the coffee table if you’d like.” You walked into the small living room and sat down on the velvet chair you had by the couch to create some distance between you and them.

They got settled and you all started taking out your food when you realized all your dishes were packed away “all my dishes are in boxes too, I’m sorry you guys have to eat out of the take out boxes” you said awkwardly trying to fill the silence. Neither of them had said anything since you came inside.

“Are you leaving town?” Eddie asked, breaking the silence after a few seconds.

“Oh.. uh.. y-yeah I’m going to leave in the morning..” you couldn’t look at them so you just stared at the rice in the box you were holding. Steve still hadn’t said anything to you at all and it was making you even more nervous.

“Didn’t you just move here a week ago? Why are you leaving already? I’m sorry if we freaked you out or something we will totally stay away from you, you don’t have to LEAVE town” Eddie gave you the most apologetic look and this is why you couldn’t do this, you couldn’t pretend that they freaked you out in the way he means, you can’t hurt their feelings.

“I mean.. I was freaked out, yes, but not in the way you mean..” you bit your lip anxiously as you looked into his eyes, you felt like crying. You’ve never opened up to anyone, no one ever seemed worth it, but you know you’re about to tell them everything.

Steve finally looked up from his food “In what way do you mean then honey?” Honey. He wasn’t angry, thankfully, he looked just as confused as Eddie did and it chipped away at your walls even more.

“Well… I-I’ve never been with the same person twice, ever. The one person I did love is the reason I am what I am so I’ve never let myself become attached to people in any way. I haven’t even had a true friend in a very very long time. But something about you two made me want to crawl back into your bed and fuck you all over again. But it’s not just that I thought about sticking around, about letting myself get to know you. I actually considered waking you up and going to breakfast with you, and that terrified me.”

It kind of all just came spilling out the minute you opened your mouth and when you were done you took a deep breath and looked up from your lap at them. They were both looking at you wide eyed, but you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Steve spoke first “Honey.. that sounds so lonely.. We want to know you too, we would be good to you, if you let us”

Eddie’s eyes were soft when he spoke “We really would baby, all that stuff you said about getting to know us and wanting to stick around we felt the same. When I woke up and knew you were gone my heart dropped, I even convinced myself you put a spell on us to rationalize why I wanted to be around you so bad”

“It’s not.. you guys don’t understand, yes I’m scared because of my past but it’s more complicated than that. I’m not like you.” You ran your fingers through your hair “I don’t age, if I stuck around I’d have to watch you guys grow old while I stayed the same.. If I let you get close to me I’ll have you for another 65 years tops and that’s not enough, not when I’ll be alone again forever after that.” Tears welled up in your eyes and you had to stop yourself from sobbing.

“I know you’re not supposed to ask a lady her age but, how old are you?” Eddie got up from the couch and crouched down in front of you, tilting his head so you were forced to look at him. You let out a small laugh “I don’t mind you asking, I’m one hundred and eleven.”

“Whoaa, we fucked a hot older lady babe” Steve stood up and shoved Eddie’s shoulder causing him to topple over “Dude! Not the time!!”

You started laughing, you couldn’t help it, they were just so cute. “I mean.. technically you did” you shrugged and gave Steve a little smile.

“Ugh! Don’t encourage him!” But he ended up laughing too, for the first time since you ran into them things seemed less tense. “So… you’re really leaving? There’s nothing we can say to change your mind?” Steve looked down at you with puppy dog eyes that were just as heart melting as Eddie’s and you felt another crack in your wall.

You bit your lip and looked between them for a moment “I just.. I don’t know, I’m really afraid of this” Eddie scooted closer to you and grabbed your hand “I know… we don’t really know you but from what I can tell you’ve spent your whole life running, alone. You don’t have to be alone you know? You can let people in” he squeezed your hand reassuringly. Steve put his hand on your thigh and you know it was meant to be comforting but his fingers were grazing the inside of your thigh dangerously close to the hem of your skirt and you immediately felt your insides get hotter your eyes flashed red and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together, trapping Steve’s hand.

You looked up at him with wide eyes “I’m sorry, shit. I can’t help it, you guys make me so horny and you’re both touching me and being all sweet and Eddie’s neck is covered in hickies I gave him earlier, it’s making me feel like I can’t even think straight.” His grip on your thigh tightened and he groaned “fuuuuck, we are trying to talk to you pretty girl”

“Dude fuck that, we can talk later” Eddie said before he pulled you forward out of the chair to straddle his lap. “Come here baby, let us make you feel better, yeah?”

All you could do is nod dumbly, you felt Steve’s hand grab your jaw so he could turn your head to look at him “use your words” his tone and the feeling of his hand on your jaw made you whimper.

“Please please make me feel good, I need it, I need both your cocks, I need your cum I need you to make me yours.” That was definitely way more than you meant to say but you were past the point of caring. You turned your head slightly so you could suck Steve’s thumb into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it causing him to groan.

“Fuuuuck you are so fucking sexy, like I told you before baby, we will give you whatever you want, all you have to do is ask” Eddie said in between kisses down your neck, you looped your arms around his neck “take me to my bed please”

Eddie tossed you down on your bed and him and Steve just stood above you taking you in, your hair was slightly messy, the straps of your tank top falling off your shoulders making it obvious you weren’t wearing a bra, and your short skirt was sitting just above your ass showing off a sliver of your red lace panties. “Jesus fucking Christ you are so god damn sexy” Eddie bit his lip and palmed himself through his jeans.

You chuckled at his choice of words but were abruptly cut off by Steve grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed before he kneeled on the ground in front of you, looking up at you from between your legs. He groaned at the wet spot in your panties before shoving his face in your clothed cunt and licking directly where your juices had seeped into the lace. “Holy fuuuuck Steve oh my god” your fingers automatically grab onto his hair and your legs go to close around his head but he holds them open with his strong hands.

“God damn baby, you taste so fucking good..” he rips your panties down your legs and wraps his lips around your clit, sucking hard. “Holy fuck Steve, oh my god”

Eddie takes off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his boxers before climbing next to you to pull your shirt over your head, he smirked to himself because he was right, no bra. He scoots so your head is in his lap, looking down at you “is Steve making you feel good princess?”

“Yeah fuck, he’s making me feel so good. I need m-more though, your fingers Stevie, use your fingers” he doesn’t respond verbally just circles his middle and pointer fingers around your entrance before pushing them inside you and curling them into your spongy wall with ease while he continues to suck on your clit. “Fuck, yeah that’s it, I’m gonna fucking cum”

Eddie grabs both your nipples and punches them, hard “you gonna cum for us? Gonna cum all over Steve’s tongue?” You don’t have time to respond before your orgasm hits you like a freight train and you let out a loud moan while rubbing your pussy against Steve’s mouth. He keeps sucking your clit until you stop twitching underneath him.

“I can’t believe how fucking sweet you taste baby girl” Steve’s voice is dripping with lust when he says it before leaning over you to give Eddie taste of you on his tongue, and holy fucking shit was this an amazing view. Steve was leaning over you kissing Eddie with his hands on either side of your head, his shirt was riding up revealing the bottom of his waist, a line of hair going down into his jeans that was directly in your face, his rock hard cock brushing your tit slightly.

You couldn’t help it, you leaned forward and licked a stripe across his pants line and let out a moan at the taste of his skin. Your tits pushed further into his cock when you leaned up causing him to groan and stand up to look down at you.

“I want both of you, together. Please. I want you to fill me” you sat up and pushed your skirt down your hips before grabbing Steve by the shoulders and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the bed next to Eddie. “But first, I’m going to swallow both of these big beautiful cocks.” You ripped Steve’s pants and boxers down his legs, his cock springing free all red tipped and dripping precum. You couldn’t resist, you grabbed him at the base and leaned forward and took him all the way down your throat. Without looking you used your other hand to shove Eddie’s boxers down and grab his cock. Circling the head with your thumb a few times, spreading the prescum before starting to jerk him off. They both let out the most beautiful breathy moans and groans and you felt like you could cum just like this.

“Holy shit baby, let Eddie feel your mouth. Does your throat do that thing your pussy does? Because it fucking feels like it” you pull off his cock with a pop before smirking at him “Yeah, my throat does the thing” and before he responds you turn towards Eddie’s cock and take it down your throat like you did Steve’s.

“Oh my goddd fuuuckkinnng shit what the fuck” Eddie has to lean back on his hands and throw his head back because he knows if he looks at you right now he’s going to cum on the spot. You shove him all the way down your throat, your nose touching the soft curly hair at the base of his cock and flex your throat a few times. “FUCK!” He pulls you off by your hair abruptly “you gotta stop or I’m going to cum holy shit” he pulls you up to your feet before pulling you into his lap to straddle him “what was that about taking us both?” He asked while moving your hair off your shoulder and biting into your neck before leaving soothing kisses over the teeth marks.

“Yeah I want it so bad, I wanna feel your cocks rub up against each other while you stuff my pussy” you almost sounded shy when you said it, which was very out of character for you but that just seems to be a recurring theme with these two.

Steve leans over and kisses your check “have you ever.. done that before?” You HAVE to snort at that “Steve… honey, I’ve done things you can’t even imagine with my kind and your kind and different combinations of the two. But I’ve never been nervous before… I didn’t care if those people liked me or not, I care if you guys do.”

“Wait? YOUR kind? You’ve fucked other hot demon chicks like you?” Eddie said with wide eyes

“I mean.. yeah, and guys too, it’s like a whole other kind of high being with someone like me. But can we talk about this later? I’m so fucking horny right now I’m going to explode if you aren’t inside me soon”

Eddie grabbed your waist and hauled you backwards toward the headboard, leaning against it. You slid back and forth a few times, running his thick cock through your dripping slit. “Don’t be nervous baby, we already like you..” he leaned in and gave you a sweet passionate kiss that you weren’t expecting “shit. you are so fucking wet I can’t wait to be inside of you.” You pushed him down on his back before taking his cock in your hand and sliding down on it “Jesus Christ princess you are so fucking unreal, this fucking pussy, these fucking tits, this sexy fucking stomach tattoo” he smacked a hand down on your ass before grabbing both cheeks and moving you up and down on his cock faster “this beautiful. Fucking. Ass” your eyes roll in the back of your head “oh goddd Eddie, you feel so fucking good.”

You turned around to see Steve, now completely naked stroking himself to the imagine of you riding his boyfriend. Still looking back at him you lean forward and grab one of your ass cheeks opening yourself up so he can see Eddie going in and out of you “come on Steve, I want you too” it came out breathy and broken because Eddie was fucking into you hard and fast like a man possessed. Steve practically drooled at the sight of it, your pussy looked so creamy around Eddie’s cock and he couldn’t wait to feel how wet you were, feel his cock rubbing up against Eddie’s inside you.

He came up behind you and pushed you down further by the small of your back, swatting your hand away to replace it with his. He grabbed his cock in his hand and rubbed it against your outer wall, coating his head in your juices. Eddie paused his thrusts so Steve could push himself in alongside him and holy fuck once he pushed the last few inches in you came immediately. Your walls pulsated around both of them causing them both to jerk forward and let out loud moans. “Holy shit. Did you just cum?” Eddie groaned “that’s so fucking hot, you’ve gotta stop squeezing like that though baby. Between that and the feeling of Steve’s cock next to mine I’m going to cum before I even get to move” Steve ignored Eddie, he didn’t care if he came right now he needed to fuck the shit out of you immediately. He started fucking into you at a brutal pace, you didn’t need time to adjust, your pussy stretching perfectly and snuggly around both of their hard cocks.

“Fuck yeah. You guys feel so fucking good, pretty fucking girl with her pretty fucking pussy letting us use her like this” Steve grabbed you by your throat and pulled your back against his chest, the new angle making it so when one of them wasn’t hitting your g-spot the other was. There was nothing in your head other than the way they felt inside you, the way Steve’s hand felt squeezing your throat, the bruising hold of Eddie’s ringed hands on your hips.

You felt drool start to drip down your chin and onto Eddie’s chest “Awww look at her Stevie, she’s all drooly and glassy eyed, our pretty little slut. All stuffed full and fucked out on our cocks. You just wanna be filled huh?”

You just let out a loud moan and started to nod, Eddie’s hand came down on your tit with a hard slap and he grabbed your jaw “what did we say about words? Good girls use their words” oh god you wanted to be a good girl for them so badly. “Yes, yes, I wanna be filled. I wanna be stuffed full. I want every part of me to be full of you.” You stick your tongue out and Eddie takes the hint, shoving two fingers in your mouth, you immediately start to suck and swirl your tongue around him. Steve lets go of your throat and pushes you down onto Eddie’s chest.

“You just wanna be filled all the way up huh honey? Every single part of you?” All you can do is whimper around Eddie’s fingers and hope that’s enough. Steve spreads your cheeks and lets spit fall from his mouth onto your asshole, it drips down onto your pussy, coating all of you. He takes his thumb and rubs it around your hole and slips it in before he starts slamming into you again. You’re drooling and whimpering at the feeling of being utterly filled with them. You can feel your orgasm getting closer and closer, subconsciously rocking your hips back into them.

“Oh fuck, I think she’s going to cum I can feel her getting tighter. You gonna be our good little slut and cum for us?” Steve brought the hand that wasn’t rubbing your ass around to your clit and started rubbing fast circles on it and that was it, you came harder than you ever have in your entire life. Eddie took his fingers out of your mouth so they could hear all the beautiful sounds you were making and that’s what did it for him. He came hard, painting your walls while he fucked into you hard and fast and that’s what sent Steve over the edge, his cum joining Eddie’s inside you making you buzz with energy and causing another sudden orgasm to crash over you. Your pulsating pussy squeezing their sensitive cocks.

When your body relaxed Steve slowly pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed on his back. You let yourself collapse into Eddie and none of you said anything for a few minutes, just the sounds of you all trying to catch your breath filled the room. After you rolled off of him onto your side Eddie was the first to speak, naturally “Soooo… our seductive elegance, what’s the verdict? You gonna stay with us?” Bold. Straight to the point. With a joke added on to make it seem less eager. You could respect that. You didn’t really think before you spoke “Yeah, I think I might” Steve sat up and looked down at you “MIGHT!? MIGHT!? Not good enough!!” He started tickling you “oh my GOD Steve do NOT tickle me what the fuck!!”

“I won’t stop until you say you ARE staying not MIGHT”

“OKAY! OKAY! I’LL STAY!! I’M GONNA STAY!!”

Steve stopped tickling you and cradled your face, looking deep into your eyes that had returned to your natural color and gave you a deep kiss “You are so beautiful, I wanna know everything there is to know about you”

“I wanna know everything about you too Stevie..” you let out a dreamy sigh and leaned into his touch.

“Oh my GOD you guys are being so cute it’s disgusting” Eddie scoffed jokingly

“Awww you feel left out cutie? If you wanted attention too all you had to do was say so. ” You turn to Eddie and give him a passionate kiss as well, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him “I am still curious about your tattoo though”

“Oh! Yeah I did say I would tell you about it didn’t I?” You flipped over on your back so they could see it more clearly “it’s not a tattoo actually, it’s my succubus mark, we all have them and they’re all unique to the individual. Most are variations of bat wings and hearts like mine, but there’s a few rarities.”

Steve ran his hand over it “God you are so sexy”

He leaned down and placed a small kiss over it, causing your stomach to fill with butterflies.

Eddie joined him in leaving little kisses on your waist, up your chest, your neck, kissing all over your cheeks before each of them placed a kiss on your lips and then each others.

You giggled “You guys are something else… I wanna keep you.” You whispered the last part like it was a secret just between the three of you. They both smiled at that, wrapping their arms around you cocooning you between them. You’d never felt so warm and safe, so whole. You know doubt will seep in, you know you’ll fixate on their mortality, you know it’s going to be hard not to just turn and run from them. Maybe one day you’ll tell them you could make them like you and that you guys could feed off each other for eternity if that’s what they wanted… or maybe you’d just enjoy your two beautiful human boys for the course of their mortal lifetime. But you know one thing is for sure, whatever happens, feeling like this will make it worth every second.

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Another Way to Fly-[P.P.] | Chapter Five

Pairing: TASM!college!Peter Parker x female!college!reader

Summary: You've been dating Harry Osborne for three years. You love him...but maybe not as much as you once did. Maybe not enough.

AU Where Norman isn’t as sick- he’s just an asshole- and Gwen didn't go to Oxford. Harry is functioning as an apprentice at Oscorp (He graduated with a master's in two years because of his studying abroad). You, Peter, and Gwen are all seniors at ESU. Because Peter isn't Spider-Man and Norman isn’t dying, the whole “Goblin” thing is scratched from the record, so Peter and Harry are besties.

Prompt: Based on an ask for my 200 Follower celebration

Word Count: 4.8k

Content Warnings: Swearing, Implications of sex, drinking (of age)

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A/N: I promised @tarzinnia a messy, drunk reader and I feel I delivered

You were pissed. So very, very pissed. While it’s true that irritation is not an unfamiliar feeling to you, honest and true anger didn’t come to you often. Not like this.

About an hour ago, Peter texted the group chat to let everyone know that May had moved the dinner so that everyone could be there. She rearranged her whole evening and future evenings to make this work. And your boyfriend replied, in a matter of seconds, to say he couldn’t come. He had a lot of extra work as future CEO that he had to take care of. Then when he came home, you asked if he could take just one night off.

Of all the responses you expected, shouting wasn’t one of them. Being called insensitive and ungrateful was nowhere on your radar. However, since Harry brought those to the table, you didn’t feel guilty calling him a bad friend and selfish. That prompted him to then comment on how you were shellfish too, and how you had no problem taking his money but gave nothing in return. You had to put down your eyeliner so you could list on your fingers all of the things you do for him: doing the dry cleaning, cooking his food, cleaning his apartment, going to the galas, entertaining his father and playing hostess to any other guests that come by unannounced, etcetera.

That maybe wasn’t the best thing to say- especially when he stormed out of the bathroom where you were getting ready- but you didn’t feel the least bit bad about it. You could hear him slamming cabinets and cursing downstairs and decided that you had no interest in Peter meeting you here and that you would go to him. Paddy encouraged your unplanned departure, agreeing that men can indeed behave like toddlers, and wished you well on your night out.

Peter and Gwen lived in Queens still because Peter didn’t want to move too far from his aunt. Their apartment was nice. Nicer than yours ever was. Even if Harry liked to call it shabby, suggesting instead that everyone hang out at yours. Or his, as he made very clear tonight.

The cab stopped in front of the brick building, and you all but bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping on a step. You opened the panel next to the locked door, your finger trailing down the buttons until you saw the smiley face sticker Peter placed on the buzzer to their door. You hit it a few times before you hear the door unlock.

When you arrive, Gwen is the one to greet you. Her hair is perfectly pulled back by her headband, and her ponytail bobs as she welcomes you in with a hug. She squeezes you tightly, rocking you back and forth in her grasp. Then, as if remembering that you’re still in the doorway, she pulls away, pushing you in the door and ushering you over to the couch.

She settles down next to you, hands tucked between the thighs of her jeans. “So, how’s your week been? Catch me up to today.”

You set down your bag as you settle deeper into the cushions. When you think about it, this week has been a bit of a shit show. There were some bright moments, but not as many as you would like.

To recap: Last Sunday, you were at a fundraiser listening to piggish men comment on your body and your life. Then you went home and slept in your bed. Alone. Then Monday, life was grand until Norman, who is another piggish man. Tuesday was surprisingly uneventful, but then yesterday was very overwhelming. And now today. You spent all day studying and then got unjustly screamed at and insulted by a man who isn’t piggish, but for some reason was behaving in that way.

You sigh, the weight of it just now starting to hit you now that you’ve slowed down. “Eh, there’s not much to report. Just class and chores. What about you? Harry told me about your breakthrough; that’s amazing!”

Gwen ducks her head, always shy to talk about her amazing accomplishments. “Thank you, it was a lot of hard work, but hopefully, one day our discoveries would change the world. I mean, imagine if this discovery leads to the cure for cancer or something!”

You love that she’s always so passionate about her work. She truly loves science. It’s incredible to you that she can be so smart and also so humble. You imagine that’s why Peter and Gwen work so well together. They have so much in common, so much common ground to build on.

“That’d really be something,” you tell her, your exhaustion leaking out.

The conversation lulls, and you take the opportunity to look around. The place is half vacant. Boxes crowd around the walls, and suddenly you remember why. “When do you move again?”

“A few weeks, maybe sooner,” She says, moving non-existent hair out of her face and bouncing her leg. “I dunno, I wanna go sooner- just so I can get settled before classes and starting my new job- but…”

A pang of sadness washes over her features as she tinkers with her cuticles. You don’t say anything; not quite sure if you want to have such a deep conversation right now, but hoping that Gwen would feel safe confiding in you, should she choose to.

“…I’m just worried about Peter.” She eventually says. You place a hand on hers, a silent confirmation that you’re listening and care. “Look, I know he’s a big boy, and he can handle himself. But…can I tell you something?”

You nod your head.

“I think…I think he’s not happy with me.” You look at her with shocked confusion, “I think he wants to be happy with someone else, I mean.”

You open your mouth to reassure her, but she cuts you off before you can start.

“No, I know, he loves me- but there’s been this change. I swear, we’re more like roommates than romantic partners. We kiss and stuff, but it’s just- It’s not the same. And I’m scared that when I move, long distance, across countries isn’t going to be enough. And I’m worried he’ll start to hate me before he ends it.”

The words were spilling from her mouth like vomit. You got the sense that she hadn’t talked to anyone about this, that this fear had just been building and building until the dam wall finally broke.

She looked surprised herself, like she hadn’t expected to say it at all. But now, it was brought into the dim light of her living room, illuminated by a lamp in the corner. You took a deep breath, processing all she had said. You’d be lying if you said the topic of Peter and Gwen splitting up hadn’t been discussed between you and Harry- curious quandaries made behind the fortified walls of his apartment- but you never expected to have the conversation with either of them.

You decided to better phrase the hopes that you had told Harry. You wrapped her hand in yours, so she could feel the sincerity in your words.

“I think you should do what feels right for you. Leave when it’s right for you. You have worked so hard to get to where you are, and you still have so much farther to go. If you and Peter are meant to be, you’ll make it work.”

Gwen’s eyes rimmed with tears, and her smile was shaky, but she pulled you in for a hug- one you hesitate to label as desperate.

“Thank you,” She sniffles, then wipes at her eyes, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get so heavy.”

You laugh it off, “What else are friends for?”

She changes the subject, deciding to tell you about all of the wonderful things she did this week. Sometimes you wondered if you had the same twenty-four hours as hers. It was incredible how much could happen in three days.

She makes you some tea, and you get two sips in before Peter walks in the door. “Honey, I’m home!”

He lifts his head and sees you on the couch. You watch him panic as he checks the time on his phone, then relax, then grow confused. “What are you doing here?”

“I got bored studying,” You say, which is only partially a lie, but still a pretty grand omission.

Peter raises his eyebrow at you but says nothing, walking through the living room to greet his girlfriend. You pull out your phone, giving them the illusion of privacy, and pull up the post Peter had shown you earlier. You can’t find when Dog Water is performing, but the where is intriguing to you. It’s a dive bar called Brandy’s Bandies. You scroll through the reviews and see a few things that catch your eye.

There aren’t many, only twenty or so, which tells you it’s a pretty “underground” place- making it a lovely contender for “the bar.”

All the pictures make it look more like a pub than a bar, but there’s a certain grunge that makes the place feel special and inviting to only a few

They have a Thirsty Thursday deal that you don’t fully understand how they make money on, but you aren’t about to try and give them business advice.

“Hey, Peter?”

When he reemerges from the kitchen, you suggest getting food at the bar, instead of making another stop, and also the possibility of leaving sooner since they might be performing as a surprise opener- which means they could play at any time, “and it would be terrible if we missed them.” Peter agrees only when you show him the menu that proves this place has an actual kitchen, not just pretzels and assorted nuts.

When you see the oak entrance and some punk rockers smoking cigs outside, you finally take a breath. Peter opens the heavy wooden door for you, and the place is decently packed. You feel Peter drift closer to you, as if on instinct.

“I’m getting a drink,” you say just over the hubbub of the room.

Peter follows you as you navigate the crowd and find the bar. The bartender takes the card you hand him and smiles brightly when you tell him to keep the tab open. When he returns with your drink, Peter decides to get one too, and you tell the bartender to put it on your tab as well.

It’s not like it’s your money anyway. And if Harry thinks you’re selfish, you will be, for tonight at least. Which is why you haven’t answered any of the numerous texts he sent you. Nor picked up the phone at any one of his calls.

The drink goes down easy, and you feel your nerves start to loosen. It’s not long until you order another one. Peter looks at you with a quizzical brow, but you wave it away, taking the other drink from the barkeep.

It turns out you were wrong; Dog Water was not opening. However, this created an excellent set of circumstances in which everyone rushed to the stage on the other side of the room when the announced bands started playing, leaving plenty of room for you and Peter at the bar. You sat in the high chair, twirling about as you sipped from your straw. Peter’s camera sat untouched on the polished wood as he leaned against the countertop.

“Hey,” You shouted over the music, “You can go. I’ll stay right here.”

Peter made a face that told you he was really against the idea of leaving you alone.

“I’ll be fine!” You reassure. “I promise not to leave this spot unless I have to pee and not to drink anything unless handed to me by this man.” You said, pointing at the bartender.

Peter still doesn’t seem convinced, “I know you wanted to get some cool pictures tonight- go on, I’ll be fine. Just come back to get me when Dog Water’s coming on.”

When Peter returns, you’re pretty drunk. He, of course, doesn’t know this because he couldn’t see all the dirty glasses you racked up behind the bar, nor the shot glasses. You hated that your mind was so polluted, and sought the assistance of liquor to clear it. Your plan was working for the most part. You were bobbing your head along to the music and thoroughly enjoyed most of it: You turned off your phone after Harry called for the sixth time in a row, and you had built a rapport with the bartender, letting him mix an assortment of drinks for you to try, because why not? Currently, you were sipping on a long island iced tea, and it wasn’t half bad.

When you looked out at the crowd, occasionally, you would catch a glimpse of Peter. You see his curly hair jumping around in the group, or his beat-up Converse as he snaked through people to get a different angle. Sometimes you would just see his camera high above everyone’s heads. Sometimes you would lock eyes and you would send him a little wave that he would return.

He grabbed your arm and helped you off the stool, then used himself as a battling ram to get to the front of the stage. It seems Peter had made some friends too, most people just let you by, no problem.

Your shoes were sticking to the floor, spilt drinks now known to the steel-toed boots you wore. The air was thick with sweat and the rambunctious screams of the concertgoers. The crowd had thinned quite a bit once the headliners got off stage, but now that meant you were surrounded by true “dog-heads.” That’s not really what their fans are called, but you and Peter thought it was funny.

When they came on, nothing else mattered. Not your horrendous week. Not your terrible fight. Not Gwen’s confession. Just your favourite band in all of New York, and your best friend at your side to enjoy it with you. You were sure to lose your voice by the end of this, screaming along to every word they sang as Peter did the same. Their set didn’t last more than forty-five minutes, but they promised to perform here again because “we love this crowd!” You felt a bit of inflated pride knowing that you, as a crowd member, made this an enjoyable experience for them.

But maybe you were right to think so because they signed their set list for you, and Peter got a pick. They rushed off stage, and soon everyone flooded out of the building. You and Peter meandered back to the bar, taking a seat where you had before. You both started rambling about how awesome they were and the new song they played tonight. Your mind was sufficiently blown, and Peter was grinning from ear to ear. The bartender slid him a drink, one you told him you thought Peter would like. But before he could take a sip, you asked for a shot of something strong and expensive.

“Can you make his a double? He needs to catch up.”

The man laughed before passing a tall shot glass of amber liquid to Peter. He sniffed it and winced, which you scolded him for, “You know smelling it only makes it taste worse!”

Peter rolled his shoulders back, clinked his glass to yours, then shuddered as the liquid went down his throat. You, on the other hand, took it like a champ, wiping away some drops that escaped to your lips with your tongue.

“Peter,” you declare, “we don’t have class tomorrow, and I think you should get really drunk with me tonight.”

He thought about your proposal for a moment, then agreed, asking for another shot.

About an hour later, you were both pretty shit-faced. Peter was a lightweight, so it never took much, and you had a head start. Now you were loosey-goosey in body and mind. But you had forgotten the carnal rule of recreational substance use: It makes your feelings bigger. This isn’t a problem when you're celebrating because you’re excited, so drinking just makes you more excited. But when you’re hurt and maybe more than a little insecure about your relationship, it makes you say stupid things from your unfiltered thoughts.

You were sipping on some beers now, watching the little drops of water race towards the counter as they dripped down the bottle. You were thinking about Harry. You were thinking about if he was still mad or not, and if you had a place to sleep tonight. You thought about what kind of messages you would see if you turned on your phone. Would they be apologetic? Or would it be the end? Had you finally pushed him to his limit? Then Gwen filled your mind.

I think he’s not happy with me.

Peter seemed happy to you. They seemed happy together. The way he dotes on Gwen and cares for her is something out of a romance novel. They always smile when together.

I think he wants to be happy with someone else.

The thought is wild to you. You’ve only known Peter and Gwen as extensions of each other. They were a pair, inseparable. Like kittens who bond at the shelter. They can’t be separated because a part of them lives with the other. It was always Gwen and Peter.

“Are you happy?”

The words shock Peter. As did your oddly solemn tone. “Yeah, I’m happy. Are you?”

You shake your head, “I don’t want to talk about me.”

Peter turns now to face you, giving you his full attention. Even if you didn’t want to talk about it, he was there, present and ready to listen to whatever you said.

“Why are you happy?” You asked.

Peter thought about his answer, taking a sip of his beer to contemplate.

“Well, life is pretty good. I have great friends and good grades. My job is okay for now, and my solo career is finally starting to take off, so I might be able to quit The Bugle soon.”

You lean your head against your hand, ignoring the discomfort in your elbow as you rested most of your drunken weight onto it.

“What about Gwen?”

Peter looked at you confused, taking another swig, “What about Gwen?”

You sigh, fingers spinning the bottle in front of you. “Does Gwen make you happy?”

Peter’s looking at you, but you don’t recognise the face he’s making. It’s hard to tell if it’s pity, concern, or anger. But you know there aren’t any of the good expressions on his face, so it must be a bad one.

“Of course she does.”

He says it so simply. Like he doesn’t have to think about the answer. Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

You wonder how Harry would answer. You’re not sure, and the thought makes you a little queasy. It finally dawns on you why Gwen’s words were haunting you. You felt the same way.

Was Harry better off without you?

You’re not sure you want Peter to answer that, so you ask a different question. “Do you ever think you’d be happier with someone else?”

Peter’s face changes again, and you can’t read it either. You think there may be a sadness in his eyes. Or maybe you’re projecting.

He takes a long sip from his beer, then looks at you. When his eyes meet yours, you feel full. Like he was pouring into your cup, and it was overflowing. His eyes looked like gooey chocolate, and you wondered if that was because the man in front of you was so sweet himself.

“I try not to think about it.” He held your gaze, and you felt like he was looking for something in yours. You hoped he found whatever it was he was searching for.

You hummed, taking a sip from your drink. You realised you were sad and wanted Peter to hold you, but that felt wrong for some reason. Usually, you wouldn’t think twice about it. You would flop your head on his shoulder and let him sling an arm around you. You would wrap yourself in his arms and let his hug slowly put you back together again. But something in your mind was telling you the comfort you sought from your friend wasn’t appropriate. Though you refused to dive deeper into the thought, afraid of what you might find. You distracted yourself instead by trying to memorise the bottles the bar had on display.

“Hey,” Peter said, bumping your shoulder with his, “what’s with all the questions?”

You sighed, tracing circles in the puddle of condensation on the counter, “Just…thinking.”

“That’s dangerous,” he joked, “What about?”

Peter had moved closer to you. He was now leaning in, his ear brushing against your shoulder. Your heart leaps when you notice.

“Life, I guess…” You meant to end it there, but when you talk to Peter, you never want to stop. You want to tell him everything. “...and Harry.”

Peter gives a hum similar to the one you let out before. When he looks at you, you feel like glass. He can see everything you think and feel. You’re sure he can read your thoughts and understands them on a deeper level than even you. If his gaze pierces you any deeper: you may shatter.

“What…what about life?” His drunken lips struggled, but the heart was there.

“Like, I don’t know if I’m doing it right. I had all these dreams and stuff, and I’m not even sure if I’m chasing them anymore.” It was impossible to keep your mouth closed. “And I feel like so much of my life has been devoted to Harry, and I love him. I love him so much. But I’m lonely. And I don’t even think he likes me anymore. Or if I really even like him, and I-”

“Whoah, whoah, woah,” Peter drunkenly cuts you off.

The weight of your drunken rambling finally hits you when your lips stop moving, and you think you’d rather drown yourself in the cup in front of you than face your friend after what you’ve said. Then you remember that he’s Harry’s friend, and you feel even worse.

“Your life is so cool,” he tries to reassure.

When you don’t brighten up, he slings an arm around you, and you collapse onto his shoulder. Your stomach turns when you realise this is more comforting than anything Harry could have done for you. Even on the best of terms, his touch- his hold- never warmed you like Peter’s did.

“Soon, you’re gonna graduate. Then you wanna get your master's, and I’ll do that too! I got approved for the scholarships I needed to pull it off, so you won’t be in it alone. You’ll never be alone. Okay?"

You wrapped your arms around him, embracing the hug, swallowing down the guilt, and indulging.

“As for the Harry stuff,” At the mention of your boyfriend’s name, you bristle. Neither of you comment on it. “It all comes down to one question: Are you happy?”

That was a terrifying thought. A thought made more terrifying than your drunken state. You shot out of Peter’s arms, too distracted to notice the shock and confusion on his face. Probably because that was supposed to be an easy question. Like with Gwen.

Does Gwen make him happy? Of course.

Does Harry make you happy? ….Maybe.

You hated that answer.

….Maybe.

It makes you happy when he’s happy to see you. It makes you happy when he compliments your cooking, or your outfit, or your hair. It makes you happy when he makes you feel special. But more so, you just like feeling that way.

It doesn’t make you happy when he ignores you. It doesn’t make you happy when he blows up on you. It doesn’t make you happy when he disregards the things in your life as “less important” and then makes you go to fuckin’ galas and fundraisers and ribbon-cutting ceremonies (though that was only once and not completely unbearable). It didn’t make you happy that he dressed you like a doll. It didn’t make you happy that you were always so self-conscious around him. It didn’t make you happy that the only sweet touches you got were to instigate some sort of sexual favour.

Not like with Peter and Gwen. Peter touches her face, just because he wants to. He kisses her head and her cheek and her hand and her temple and her forehead and…and the crown of her head.

And Peter’s done that to you too. And when he did you felt more butterflies in your stomach then than you had in the last three years. And you wanted that again. The butterflies, the comfort, the love.

Except Peter didn’t love you. He loved Gwen. And you were his friend.

And that made you unhappy too. But that was harder to admit.

“Look,” Peter tried cautiously, “It’s okay if you’re not. I mean, I love the guy, but he can be an ass sometimes.”

An ass, yeah. He could be an ass. But you could deal with an ass. You couldn’t deal with losing all of your friends and changing your whole way of life just because he could sometimes be an ass.

“I’m happy!” You shout out. Peter’s eyes widen like saucers at your sudden outburst, and the few patrons (and the bartender) also look up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. But I am. Happy. I’m happy. With Harry.”

You wished that had come out a little more convincing. But instead of dwelling on it, you take another sip of your drink, wanting to fill your mouth before anything else spewed out.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- look it’s none of my business.” Peter offers you a kind smile, and you break a little.

“No, it’s- you’re fine. Honest.” You quickly reassure. “You’re just lookin’ out for me.”

He still seems a little worried, so you tilt your bottle towards him and gently tap the necks together. Peter smiles softly, and you take a sip together, then reached for your phone for the first time tonight. As soon as the device woke up, it started pinging aggressively, each missed notification making itself known. Almost as if your phone was mad at you for ignoring it. But it wasn’t. Harry was.

Peter wanted to ask desperately why you had turned it off at all. And if he had to guess, it was Harry blowing up your phone, but he was just as curious about that as he was about the other thing.

The last message to roll in simply said: I’m sorry.

You think about responding, or if you even should. You would have to read through all of them. That sorry could have been for his behaviour, but it could also be a, “I don’t love you anymore, get out, I’m sorry.”

You weren’t ready yet.

You set down your phone again, your mind too preoccupied with sudden revelations to handle Harry as well.

“Do you ever-”

You close your eyes, embarrassed by how you acted and even more so for all the things you’ve already said. But now your lips won’t stop. You wish they would fall off instead. But Peter is looking at you like you are the most wonderful thing in the world; like every word you share is a gift. It makes you wanna cry.

“It’s possible, isn't it? It’s possible that you could meet somebody who's perfect for you, even though you're committed to somebody else.”

You wish you could squash the hope you’re sure in your eyes. You wish you could silence the fluttering in your heart. You wish your brain would stop chanting, yes, yes it is.

Peter seems upset by your question. His eyes dart around the features of your face, his smile turning more and more into a neutral expression. You were watching him slowly cut himself off from you, and it hurt like nothing else ever has.

“No,” He said firmly, looking away from you. “No, see, I think if you're committed to somebody, you don't allow yourself to find perfection in someone else.”

His words stung, but not as much as the hollow look in his eyes after he said it, a possible look of disgust on his face that he chased away with a swig of beer. You think it could be because he can see the guilt on you. The way you shirk away. Or a judgmental one. Knowing exactly why you asked and thinks you’re disgusting for it.

It never crossed your mind that the look was one of shame. Knowing that his words were true, and that he was terrible for it. For looking at you. For wanting you, when he had Gwen. Who was great and wonderful, but not you.

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Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two // Partner in Crime

Summary: Hangman takes you up for a fly over turned impromptu training session only to show up at your dorm with a peace offering you can’t refuse.

Warnings: None. Fluff? Jake Seresin x female reader pairing.

Word Count: 4.1k

Author Note: I don’t know about you but I love this version of Jake. He’s just so soft. My heart really cannot take it. MASTERLIST

“Shouldn't that be you out there Romeo?” Rooster couldn't help but to quip as his hands came down to slap against Jake's shoulders from behind. Both men watching as Bob helped guide you up the wing of Jake's new double seater super hornet. “Or has that ship sailed already?”

“Nope, the ship is still docked–” Jake responded with a grin, watching as Bob helped you settle into the cockpit. Laughing nervously as embarrassment flooded your systems when you slipped a little and lost your balance–falling into Bob without meaning to. “We cleaned our slate.” Jake Seresin wasn’t a man that believed in love at first sight, but you were starting to make him question his long-standing beliefs.

“Ah, so you aren't gonna hold any grudges for her little escape stunt?” Oh god Jake had forgotten he’d spilled the beans on that one. He was so used to flaunting his conquests to his friends, his colleagues. Jake had never really cared enough about whoever he’d been fooling around with enough to not blurt out all the horny details—but you? Well it was quite simple really. Jake didn’t want everyone on base knowing what you were like to be with. At least it was just Rooster, and at least he only knew about the way you left and not the way you came. “Let bygones be bygones huh?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna just start fresh. Told her I’d let the dine and dash thing go as long as she promises not to turn around and arrest me for borderline domestic assault.” Jake didn't stick around to hear Rooster's response. All he knew was that the expecting father stood in utter shock at Jake's admission that whatever you two had gotten up to together on Saturday night, that it had been pretty full on.

“Okay so Hangman's just taking you up for a fly over, we’ll be up there not far behind you but in case of emergency–this is your ejection handle.” Bob pointed to the yellow and black striped handle that was under your seat between your legs. “It's not a fun experience by any means but it sure is better than the alternative.”

“Have you ever had to eject lieutenant Floyd?” Bob could hear it in your voice, you were nervous as all hell. Nodding in response to your question, Bob checked over all the systems. Turning on the radar for you and making sure the back up radio was in fact operational.

“A time or two, the last time I had to eject it was from a bird strike.”

“What's that exactly?”

“It's when a bird gets caught in the engine, can't really control nature or the weather.” Bob physically saw the panic rise in your eyes as he double checked you were strapped in properly. “Sorry ma’am.” His voice softened as he fiddled with the straps. “Are you not good with planes?”

“Um, if I can avoid them I will, but uh–I guess I can't really do that if this is meant to be my job right?” You were trying to downplay your fear, you were terrified of flying. Usually you had to be self medicated for anxiety whenever you got on a commercial flight. A fighter jet was a pretty big step up. But to let your own fears interfere with an ongoing investigation would be a disservice to yourself and those you were sworn to protect.

“Well, Hangman’s a pretty good pilot, just don't tell him I said that because he’ll never let me forget about it.” Bob tried his best to soothe your obvious fears, not having realised Jake was coming right up behind him.

“You know Bob, I think in all the time we’ve flown together, I think that's the only compliment you've ever really paid me.” Jake smirked as he walked up the wing, jumping into the front seat of the cockpit. Bob couldn't roll his eyes any more than he did. Causing you to laugh behind your hand. “Ready to go Agent Kas?” Jake beamed as he went through the same procedures he went through each and every time he was getting ready for a flight. Checking all his systems and making sure everything was working the way it should be. “Robert, unless you're planning on making this a threesome man, I'd be getting going if I were you.” Again, Jake heard you laugh and he was instantly addicted to that sound just as much as he was addicted to the way you moaned his name in his ear. Perhaps even more.

“Right, I'll uh–see you when I get up there ma’am.” Nodding softly and pressing his lips together. Bob made his way down the wing of the plane before vanishing out of sight. Walking towards where Rooster still stood in disbelief. “Hey, is there something going on with Agent Kas and Hangman? Am I missing something?”

“Oh yeah.” Rooster sighed as he clipped his helmet to his vest. “Yeah big time buddy—but doesn’t mean you can’t have a crack right?” Rooster liked to stir, especially whenever it involved Jake Seresin. “Shoot your shot before it’s too late.”

“Probably not a good idea—“ Bob knew well enough to leave Hangman's stuff alone, if he’d already called dibs then he wasn’t going to interfere. He did think you were pretty though. That he’d openly admit.

“Yeah I probably wouldn’t wanna be Eskimo brothers with Bagman either.” Pretending to shiver at the idea, Rooster slapped the back of his palm into Bob's chest. C’mon man we better get up there.” Bob didn’t move, still processing what Rooster had so easily let slip. “Don’t want them having all the fun right?”

“Wait, they slept together?”

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“Okay aviator’s—“ Pete Mitchell’s voice came through your communications as you looked out over vast distance of clear blue sky. Only a few clouds in sight. “This session is all about free fall control.” Wait what? Hang on a minute no one had told you that!

“Uh, Lieutenant Seresin, are you participating in that exercise?” Your voice was shaking as you tapped Jake on the shoulder. He couldn’t help the grin that plastered itself across his face.

“I wasn’t supposed to, I’m just up here for a fly over.” Jake responded. The two seated super hornet had been due for a full scale service and a fly over was a good way to access what could possibly be looked at. “But by the sounds of it you seem pretty keen on joining in so I think we might, what do you say Kasper?”

“Uh I think I’m go—“ Before you could even say that you wouldn’t mind passing on the experience, Jake cut the engines. “Oh holy shit—!” Your hands flew up against the glass of the canopy as you dropped rapidly. Plumitting back down to earth. “Jake!! Jake, stop! Oh my god—!” Jake had full control over the engineless free fall he’d entered. He wouldn’t have put you in a position where he knew he could easily pull himself out of. That was the entire purpose of the training exercise that most of the squad were up running today.

“It sounds like Kas is having the time of her life. Phoenix chuckled as she regained stability of her aircraft and leveled out. Much like you? Bob jaded free fall exercises, it made his head spin more than usual.

“Yeah, I’d be just as delighted if I had Hangman for a pilot.” Bob was quick to quip back, you’re pleading still ringing out throughout the comms as Jake finally ignited both engines and leveled out. “He’s gonna have her in shambles by the time they land.”

“Something tells me she’s gonna need a bucket.” Phoenix laughed. She was keen to see how this played out, knowing how Hangman flew it was only a matter of time before you were either requesting anyone other than him to fly with you or he was apologising with his natural charm dialed up to astronomical heights. Only to do the same thing over and over again.

“What the fuck is your problem!!” You shouted as you steadied yourself in your seat. Fixing your helmet that had been so kindly made for you. Kasper in bold lettering with two cartoon ghosts on the front.

“Consider us even for the sneak out—“ Jake beamed. Laughing to himself as he heard you gagging and heaving in the backseat of his F-18. “Vomit bags under your seat Sweetheart.”

“I thought we had a clean slate!?” Coughing up whatever you’d just thrown up into the bag Jake had told you was under your seat, you wished you could see his stupid face. Probably smug and full of himself. “I said I was sorry, okay!” For a brief moment Jake wondered if he’d taken it too far, but then the realisation hit that you’d have to pass yourself off as a weapons system officer. You wouldn’t be able to do that if you couldn’t handle a free fall.

“How do you expect to pass as a TopGun graduate if you can’t even handle a barrel roll?”

“I’m kinda banking on the fact I’m really good at what I do so I won’t have to go up in one of these while I’m onboard the Lexington.” You let your head fall back against the seat. Lulling side to side. “If you really just did that because of the way I left on Sunday you really need to reevaluate your priorities.” Jake was head over heels. He knew well enough to know he didn’t fall often, but when he did he fell hard and he fell fast. “God I’m gonna be sick again—“

“Jesus, I hope you’re right about being good at what you do Kas.” Jake shut down the engines again as he forced a controlled plummet. Spinning around and around as he held back on the throttle. “Because if you can’t handle this? I can’t imagine what you’d be like in a dog fight.”

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By the time Jake was touching down against the tarmac, you had filled the vomit bag to the very brim. It was needless to say you were incredibly eager to feel solid ground below your feet yet again.

“This is your captain speaking,” Jake taunted as the canopy popped open. “Please remain seated until cabin crew have cleaned up the mess in the aisle.” You sent the gentleman who’d climbed up the wing to assist you with your impromptu luggage a soft smile. Handing him the knotted bag of vomit before you uncliped and stood up. “Kas I’m just giving you lip alright, you did well.”

“I don’t need lip from you, son of Satan.” Not wasting a moment as you walked steadily with arms wide—holding you balance down the wing. Jumping to the ground below, you let out a dramatic sigh of relief as you dropped to your knees before laying flat on your stomach. Jake laughed aloud as he watched you from a bird's eye view. “Sweet steady ground.”

“You know, that won’t be the last time you go up right, if anything it’s just the first.”

“It’ll be the last time I go up with you.” You groaned as you pressed your cheek to the tarmac. “God you fly like you aren’t trying to live, little egomaniacal of you to death roll me in the name of a covert operation.”

“I fly like lives depend on me—“ Jake corrected you as he jumped off the wing of his F-18, landing right behind you with a thud. “And I can assure you, I’m just trying to help you pass as an avid aviator with flying colours.”

“You made me throw up!” You knew full and well that you had made yourself throw up, it just wasn’t something you wanted to admit. Jake had a shit eating grin plastered across his face so promptly he could have passed for the Cheshire Cat himself. You had a weak constitution, it never served you well in crime scenes or on planes in general. Add the free fall barrel rolls into the mix and you had the perfect storm made for up chuck city.

“By the sounds of it you had a full gourmet breakfast.” Watching as you stood to your feet, Jake taunted you a little more, knowing he was getting a rise out of you. “Next time? Try a banana or a bowl of white rice and ginger.”

“There’s not gonna be a next time—“ Dusting yourself off you scoffed at Jake's advice. “You’re supposed to be my partner! Have my back! You just tried to kill me!” Turning on your heels you walked away without giving Jake a chance to retaliate.

“You’ll thank me later!” He shouted after you, watching as you flipped him off over your shoulder. Rooster was by his side in no time, having seen the poor display of sportsmanship Jake had shown you.

“Consider that ship sailed Romeo—“

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You were the only resident currently using the dorms on base. As far as you could tell—all the pilots that had been stationed out at Miramar had all been assigned their own off base house. Either one or two bedroom homes that all looked identical besides the personality each one brought to the home they’d moved into.

You were in the common area living room. If there had been others living on your particular floor you were sure that there would be people buzzing around in the kitchen, dining and living room areas. But it was just you. Basking in the peaceful tranquility the silence of your own company brought, you took a small sip of the tea you were drinking. Hibiscus and strawberry. Sitting the warm coffee cup back onto the coaster before flipping the file you had been reading up on over to the next page.

Something about pulling apart your pistol, cleaning it in its entirety before putting it back together like a puzzle brought you a sense of calm. To know your weapon inside and out. To know every small piece, every nook and cranny of the service issued weapon made you feel more comfortable with the fact you held the power to take a life away in an instant in your palms.

As you reached out for your coffee cup full of tea, a gentle knocking coming from the main door of the floor you were the only resident off had your pausing in your play. For a Federal Agent you could be rather skittish. Especially when you weren’t expecting anyone.

Even if you were on a navy base, you tucked your gun into the waistline of your tracksuit pants. Covering it with the sweatshirt that matched. You jumped from your spot on the ground with another knock timing out through the empty hall.

It wasn’t that you didn’t feel safe, no. It was more the fact that this was your first solo case. You’d always had someone with you—someone watching over you. Sure you had Agent Bradshaw around, but she wasn’t going with you onto the Lexington. She was leaving you in the hand of Jake Seresin.

Another knock rang out as you padded down the hall. Shifting slightly as you approached the closed and clicked door, you waited a few seconds before asking who it was.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me—“ Well that really didn’t give you much to go off now, did it?. “Hangman.” Oh, now that said it all. With a huff of frustration and a sigh of relief you swung the door open, revealing Jake who stood in his own sweats with a brown bag and six pack of beers. “Consider it a peace offering.” He gestured to the greased up bag. “Burgers and beers?” Expressionless, you stepped aside to let Jake in. He watched as you closed and locked the front door again, pulling out your gun that had been pressed against the small of your back. Placing it on the dining table carefully—making sure the safety was on.

“What?” You questioned. “I wasn’t expecting anyone—“

“And your immediate response was to be armed and at the ready?”

“Better to expect the unexpected than to underestimate the circumstances.” Shrugging your shoulders in response, you eyes off the bag Jake had placed on the table. “Why are you here exactly?” Your stomach growled with a mind of its own—you’d been so caught up with your case research you hadn’t organised yourself dinner.

“Rooster's wife, you know—your boss.” Diving into the bag for a few stray fries, Jake placed them in his mouth before he went back in. Fishing out and throwing you a burger. You caught it with two hands. Unwrapping it as your glands watered. “Kinda gave me an absolute scathing after you apparently begged her to place you with someone else.”

It was true. The minute you were on solid ground again after Jake had death rolled you into a weeping puddle of throw up and bile, you were matching into Agent Bradshaw's office.

“I need a new partner!” It hasn’t been a request but a demand. “Jake Seresin just tried to kill me—“ She didn’t even bother looking up from her paperwork.

“I’ve known Hangman for quite a while now and I can assure you Kasper, he didn’t try to kill you.”

“I don’t trust him, he could jeopardise the entire operation! How is he supposed to have my back at all times when he’s purposely trying to make me feel weak and vulnerable.”

“Did Jake make you feel weak and vulnerable or do you naturally feel weak and vulnerable around him?” Agent Bradshaw questioned as she finally raised a cautious brow and looked at you through her eyelids. She’d mastered the art of the Kubrick star that was for sure. “I know he was the one you slept with Kas, and believe me when I say I hope you have enough common sense to get tested.”

“If you knew I slept with him why didn’t you partner me with someone else?” Agent Bradshaw placed her own down with a soft sigh. Like you were truly interrupting something important. You were, but right now you couldn’t care less. She took a few steps out from behind her desk, opting to rest against it as she crossed her arms over her chest. Forearms testing on her baby bump.

“Because no one spends the night at Hangman’s house sweetheart, if there’s even the slightest chance he cares? I’m willing to bank good money on the fact he’d have your back no matter the consequences.”

“Well after the stunt you performed today I wasn’t entirely sure I could actually work with you.” You had already taken a bite of your burger as you sat down at the table. Slumping. Jake offered you a beer before cracking the top, passing it along the wooden table. “But since I’m stuck with you—“ rolling your eyes, you fished out the badge you’d asked Agent Bradshaw for. All it said was NCIS Special Agent. It held no merit on its own without personal credentials. But it was still something. “Consider this my peace offering.” Throwing it underarm style, Jake caught the silver badge with a smile so pure it made your heart flutter momentarily. “It’s NCIS, that’s all she had lying around. Pretty sure it’s actually hers but I didn’t really stick around the press for answers.”

“What’s the chances of me getting a gun?” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as Jake shined the badge against his shirt. “Nah this is cool.”

Sitting in comfortable silence for a while as you ate, both you and Jake retreated back to the living room where you’d been going over your case files. Your tea now cold, discarded off to the side as you explained in more detail to Jake what had been going on.

“So you really think this guys on board the Lexington?”

“I do, but the presence of NCIS and FBI would just freak him out, we need him caught off guard—hence the FBI lead and undercover agent scheme we’re concocting.”

“And they choose you because?” Jake didn’t know who much weight his question truly carried until he noticed your face drop slightly. Second guessing your response. You wanted to say something along the lines of being the best pick for the job or that it had been your case since the first murders. But you didn’t—you opted for the more believable option.

“Because it’s easy to go undercover when no one ever really noticed you to begin with Lieutenant Seresin.” It was a harsh tea that you’d learnt to accept a long time ago. It was just the way things were. So when Jake Seresin had paid just a little attention to you at the bar? It was no wonder you were so easily swayed into playing into his charming ways. He got the girl alright, but only because she’d been so deprived of affection for so long that even the slight chance of it falling into her lap had you acting outside of your own personality.

“That’s why they call you Kasper?” Jake wanted to get to know you, he felt like he’d skipped the first six chapters of a really good book. Skipping all the way to the part where the two main characters fall in love before even reading how they met and who they were.

“Always invisible, honestly it was an inevitable nickname really.” You tried to hide the sudden onset of bashfulness that had stricken you. Hiding a blushed smile in the dimly lit light of the abandoned living room of the dormitory.

“But why with a K and not C?” Jake hadn’t noticed the gap between you two had gotten smaller and smaller with every question he asked about the case and even more so with every question he asked about you.

“It's just how one of my professors spelt it, pretty sure she had some level of undiagnosed dyslexia but I was only like fifteen at the time so I wasn’t about to question it.” Explaining why you had always stuck with Kasper and a K, Jake didn’t want to pass over the fact you had just said professor and fifteen in the same sentence.

“Wait, how old are you again?” Jake frowned for a brief moment, counting on his fingers because the math in his head wasn’t adding up. “When did you graduate?” Holy shit he had broken a federal law hadn’t he. Fuck.

“I’m twenty six—“ You knew Jake would freak when he found out. But it was bound to happen sooner or later. “But I graduated high school in two thousand and eight.” Yep, this wasn’t math he could do on his fingers. Jake just stared at you, waiting for you to make it make sense. “I uh, I may have graduated high school at like twelve—“

“Twelve!!” Jake shouted as you cupped his mouth. Laughing as you told him to keep his voice down even if no one was around. It was the same response everyone gave you. “Jesus Kas I was just learning how to fucking jerk off at twelve and you had graduated high school!?”

“I know I know—“ Sitting back on your heels you looked down at the carpet that held scattered papers everywhere, completely defeated. “Even prodigal brilliance doesn’t help me stand out in a crowd.” Jake just looked at you, complete spell bound. He’d never been so intrigued by a woman ever. Especially one so beautifully gifted.

There was a lingering moment of silence before you went to speak again, but before you could Jake was lurching forward to press his lips against yours. Letting you register what was happening as you softened against him. Welcoming to kiss he so desperately wanted to give you since he’d seen you walk into the hanger.

“You stood out to me.” Jake mumbled as he pulled away for a brief moment. “Saw you the moment I walked into the bar and knew I had to get to know you.” It has you melting into the palms of his hands. Cupping your face as he kissed you again. This time with more confidence, opening yourself up to Jake you let your tongue explore with his. “And it turns out you’re some sort of genius—“ Jake smirked against your bottom lip, biting it softly as you gently moaned at the sensation. Lifting you up off the ground as he carried you back toward wherever the hell you pointed. Helping to blindly guide him back towards your room. Your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Fingers carding through blonde locks.

“Which is so unbelievably sexy agent Kas.”

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thetargaryenbride · 1 year

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Nail To The Coffin - S2 - Chapter 3

Warnings: brief mention of weed

Pairing: Steve Harrington x f!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 5197

↬ “I don’t want to see you crying over me, ok?” asked Eddie as he lifted his eyebrows and pinched your cheek lightly, making you close your eyes as you let a breathy laugh escape your nose.

“I’m not making any promises.”

This one ↟↟↟….is not going to age well when we reach season 4 :’D…unless…

A.N: This is sort of a…bittersweet chapter. Beware. As always, please do make me know if I’ve written certain characters OOC and if you think there is something that can be corrected within the story. Thank you for reading. Hope you like it! 🖤 🥀

Masterlist || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

Two months ago…

“Hopper?” you asked once you opened the front door and saw the man standing there, hat in his hands as he fiddled with it for a while before placing it back on his head.

“Hey, kid. I heard you just got back home and uh…I know you probably want to be with your family but I need your help with something. You think you can spare me some time?” he asked and you nodded.

“Of course! It’s no problem at all!”

You quickly followed him into his car and the two headed off down an unfamiliar road. You wondered what was it that he needed help with and then suddenly he stopped the car.

“I need to tell you something,” he spoke after a minute of silence and you arched a curious eyebrow.

And then he told you how he found Eleven in the woods months ago – around Christmas. He told you how he brought her to his grandfather’s cabin, set traps and everything in order to make the place more secure, and how he’s been hiding her from everyone because he was trying to work out a loophole and find a way to get her off the scientists’ radar. You were quiet the whole time he was speaking, trying to be understanding of the whole situation until you remembered how Mike, Dustin, and Lucas had been utterly heartbroken back when they believed she had died in order to protect them.

How utterly heartbroken you had been when they delivered the news to you after you had asked why Eleven didn’t come to visit you at the hospital.

And the last straw snapped.

“I cannot believe you!” you raised your voice. “You-you kept this girl locked for almost ten months? What is wrong with you!?” you waved your hands.

“What do you want to do exactly, huh!? Let her go out there and risk her being seen by those jackasses?!” he shouted back. “They are everywhere! They are like-like the goddamn plague!” he hit the wheel, making you flinch. He opened and closed his mouth, not knowing if he should apologize for startling you, and opted to run a hand down his face while you let out a huff as you rubbed your temples.

You had to admit he had a point.

“All right, but…at least you should’ve told us about it! We’ve been dead worried, you know? Especially Mike! The kid’s going nuts wondering if she’s dead or still alive somewhere out there!” you snapped and he sighed.

“Yeah, I can’t risk telling the others! Someone is just…bound to open their big mouth at one point and let it slip!” he countered. “I’m gonna tell them… just not now.”

“Then why did you tell me!?” you asked incredulously.

“Because you’re mature enough not to speak openly about her and control yourself!” he bit back. “And because…because I need your help, ok? There are some things that only a woman can talk about. She needs a female presence in her life,” he grumbled and you did a double take.

“I’m sorry? Do you mean… like, a period talk or something?” you bit the inside of your mouth as you tried to suppress a smile from breaking out and he sputtered, fidgeting a bit in his seat.

“Yeah, for one.”

“Why not tell my mom then?”

“Because she’s an adult and Eleven doesn’t know her. You are closer to her age so she’ll feel more comfortable and…she knows you. She trusts you. Whenever she speaks of wanting to see someone, she mentions mostly you and Mike,” he explained and a sad smile graced your features as the two of you sat in silence for a minute.

“Of course, I’m going to help, old man,” you reassured him at last and he let out a relieved sigh. “But you have to promise that you’ll find a way to fix this, ok? She cannot stay locked up inside forever.”

“Of course…I’m working on it, kid… I’m working on it.”

Sunrays peeked through the blinds on the windows, hitting your face and making you groan as you tried to escape them. You snuggled into something warm and it helped to some extent. But then you came to the sudden realization that this warm thing was not a soft blanket.

It was solid.

And breathing.

Your eyes snapped open as you shot up in bed, looking frantically around you. You let out a choked gasp when Eddie’s sleeping form entered your vision. The bouncing of the mattress jerked the boy out of his sleep and not long after, his eyes were fluttering open and focusing on you.

The two of you stared at each other for a while before awkwardness began creeping into the atmosphere and you cleared your throat, slowly slithering out of the bed.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. I think…I think I passed out after stupidly mixing up weed and alcohol,” you gave him an awkward smile and his lip twitched as he let out a quiet laugh through his nose.

“Yeah, no, I gotcha. It’s ok,” he spoke groggily as he sat up. “Happens to the best of us,” he scratched the back of his head, running his hands through his hair and mussing it up a bit.

“Uhm, I’ll just…I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll make some breakfast,” you informed him with a tight smile and he nodded after which you grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.

You cursed silently as you got rid of your Halloween costume that was now all wrinkled and smelled of weed and quickly got under the shower, the warm water feeling refreshing as it cleansed your body from any filth and smell.

Last night, Eddie dragged you away from the party after the little incident with Tommy and brought you to his trailer where the two of you listened to rock and metal, he played guitar and taught you some tunes, you drank beer, and smoked some weed. You remembered falling into a depressive episode at one point and discarding all and any alcohol. You had been on the verge of crying when Eddie had reassured you that you were nothing like your father. He had hugged you and spoken to you and then you blacked out in his arms only to wake up…in his arms.

“Gosh, this is so embarrassing,” you muttered as you wrapped a towel around you and began brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrush Eddie always kept for you.

“Uh, hey, I got some clothes for you,” came Eddie’s voice from the other side of the door. “I’ve a spare pair of jeans…uh, clean underwear from the bag of spare clothes you left a couple of months ago,” he stuttered and cleared his throat. “A-and uh, a brand new t-shirt.”

“Thank you so much. You’re a life savior,” you opened the door just a bit so he could shove the clothes through and you grabbed them.

You carefully rubbed off any dampness with the towel before discarding it and throwing on your underwear and jeans. But when you unfolded the t-shirt, your eyes widened when they fell onto the familiar design Eddie had scribbled some time ago.

Hellfire.

You let out a gasp as you swung open the door and went into his bedroom.

“You did it!” you let out a squeal as you held the t-shirt in front of you, grabbing his attention and making him grin. “You printed it!”

“Well, it’s nothing too special, I mean, it’s just a white and black t-shirt with the print on it,” he rubbed the back of his head but you shook your head, giving him a proud smile.

“No way! I think it’s amazing! And the design is so cool! I’m just happy that you achieved what you wanted and finally founded the club!” you waved your arms subconsciously before dropping them down and his eyes widened comically as he sputtered and frantically tried looking anywhere but at you, making you scrunch up your eyebrows before realization hit you.

“Shit! Sorry! Uh…just, hol-hold on a second,” you stuttered as you hastily put on the t-shirt and straightened it up. “Ok! You can look now!” you let out a sharp exhale and he cleared his throat before obliging. “I’m really sorry,” you gave him an apologetic smile and he laughed breathily.

“N-no, it’s…it’s ok.”

“You can use the bathroom now. I’ll go make breakfast in the meantime,” you gave him one last smile before you headed for the kitchen, shutting your eyes and biting your lip in embarrassment as you walked briskly.

Eddie let out a quiet groan as he watched you walk away, his hands flying to cup his face as he whispered a ‘Fuck’ before he rubbed his face in frustration and rushed to the bathroom so he could take a cold shower.

“So, uh…I made French toast with jam and scrambled eggs with bacon. It’s not much but it’s some fuel,” you told him once you heard his footsteps get closer, back still turned on him because you didn’t have the courage to face him yet.

He leaned on the doorframe, taking in the sight in front of him, eyes softening and filling with love and admiration but these emotions were quickly squashed by contemplation and hesitation.

“Sounds great, though,” he finally spoke, trying to keep his usual attitude, as he kicked his feet off and walked towards the table, plopping down on a chair. You let out a sigh at his typical, joyous tone, the awkwardness dispersing a bit and you finally turned around to face him.

You gave him a smile as you put some food on his plate and then on yours. You put the pan in the sink and joined him as he began digging in.

“I have something to tell you, by the way…I wanted to do it yesterday but…I kinda forgot,” you began the conversation and he lifted his eyebrows.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Well…you are currently standing in the presence of the new member of the cheerleading squad!” you exclaimed and his eyes widened.

“They invited you to join?”

“Oh, wow, thanks for believing in me,” you rolled your eyes with a smile and he let the fork down, leaning on the table to give you his full attention.

“You realize they only want you because you hang out with Harrington and because-“

“-I got accepted in a prestigious university and survived a ‘bear attack’, yeah, I know,” you quipped. “But look…the thing is…if I manage to get closer to them…who knows maybe I can start something good. You know… the beginning of change.”

“What do you mean by change?”

“Like, I can change their opinions on some stuff, ya know. Like for example that just because someone likes the fantasy genre, listens to metal, and dresses a bit differently, doesn’t make them a freak,” you shrugged and his eyes softened although there was skepticism swimming deep inside.

“I’m not sure that people who are set in their ways can be changed that easily.”

“Maybe, maybe not… We’ll never know unless we try, right?” you shot him an encouraging smile.

While you loved the idea of dancing and cheering for Steve and wearing a pretty uniform with glittery pompoms, the main reason why you decided to accept the offer was because you wanted to get closer to the most popular girls, hoping to slowly be able to change their views on things. Many people at school followed the example of the popular students like little sheep. It was a blessing and a curse, depending on what kind of views the populars had. In Hawkins High’s case, it was sort of mixed. It wasn’t a hopeless situation but it needed some work. For the sake of Will, Mike, Dustin, and Lucas, you hoped that you’d be able to change some things before you graduated.

“You know… I wish we could share more moments like that,” spoke Eddie suddenly after you had finished the rest of the breakfast in silence and you looked at him in confusion.

“Like what?”

“Like that,” he shrugged. “Enjoying time together…just the two of us,” he muttered, focusing on the table as his fingers played with the rim of the tablecloth and then he abruptly paused as his eyes widened, suddenly being painfully aware of what he had just said, body tensing and blood running cold in his vessels.

Your eyes also widened, face blanching as his words and expression registered in your mind and awareness crept into your heart.

“Eddie-“

“No, man, don’t,” he cut you off, his eyes shutting and face contorting in regret and visible embarrassment, “-don’t say anything,” he stammered out as he lifted his hand off the table before dropping it back down, his rings hitting the wood causing a loud noise that made you flinch. “I know what you’re thinking. We don’t…need to have the whole conversation or whatever,” he huffed as he ran his hands down his face and you frowned.

“No, Eddie, you usually run away and hide when you’re upset or when you have to deal with something serious like this. But this time I’m not gonna let you shut down. We’re having this talk.”

“And what do you want me to say?” he snapped as his eyes shot to look at you, lips tightened as he gnawed on the inside of his mouth. “You want me to say that I’ve… felt this way since I fucking met you?” his eyebrows shot to his hairline as his wide, panicked eyes pierced yours. He fidgeted in his seat and then looked away, letting out a heavy, shaky exhale, making you bite your lip and clench your hands into fists, nails digging painfully into your skin. But the physical pain couldn’t distract you from the heartache that was shattering you from the inside out.

“Eddie-“

“You know, it's fine,” he looked at you then and gave you a pained smile. “I know that you love Harrington,” he rapidly fired out and you shrunk in your seat, cheeks heating up, “so don’t… feel like you have to return my feelings, ok? Just…just keep being yourself, hm?” his tone softened as his lips twitched a couple of times as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to keep up the painful smile or just allow himself to frown. “I’m fine with… loving you from afar,” he gulped as he finally confessed and your whole body tensed even more, eyes welling up with tears as your mouth opened and closed, not knowing what to say.

“Eddie…I…”

“You don’t have to say anything,” his hands hit the table lightly as he jumped to his feet and paced a little, swinging his arms back and forth before he neared the sofa, his back still turned on you. “You know, this was actually weighing me down for a long time… So I’m kinda…glad that I lost control for a second there and blurted this shit out,” he snorted lightly. “Cause now I feel a bit lighter and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to…move on easier,” he let out a sigh then sharply turned around to face you, leaning on the sofa and putting one leg over the over as one hand went to grasp his upper arm, fingers clenching and unclenching around the thick fabric of his clothes. “I want to keep being friends…if that’s ok with you?” he tilted his head and your fists loosened as you went to aggressively wipe your eyes before the tears could escape. You stood up from the seat and took a deep breath before finding the strength to give him a smile, albeit a sad one.

“Of course, I want to keep being friends, you dummy,” you told him softly and he smiled.

You approached him slowly, all fidgety, your hands wringing as your fingers scratched, pinched and pulled at your skin and you wondered if what you wanted to do was smart. Before you could reach a conclusion you were already standing in front of the boy and pulling him for a hug. He stood there frozen for a couple of seconds before his arms slowly moved to engulf you and return the hug.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against his shoulder and he let out a weak chuckle.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

You parted then and looked at one another before he went to wipe a stray tear off your cheek that had escaped you in your frantic attempt to dry your eyes.

“And I don’t want to see you crying over me, ok?” asked Eddie as he lifted his eyebrows and pinched your cheek lightly, making you close your eyes as you let a breathy laugh escape your nose.

“I’m not making any promises.”

“Well, ugh, you better do, otherwise I’m not driving you to school.”

“We came here with my car, though.”

“Shit, that’s right.”

The morning and lunch had passed fairly quickly and before you knew it, the classes were over and it was now time for your first cheer practice. You had met Tina and Margot and the three of you skipped to the female dressing room at the gym where they gave you your uniform.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you observed the cream, green and marigold colors that you now wore. It looked nice on you. Very neat.

Shortly after, other girls began piling in and getting dressed, talking animatedly amongst themselves. Each one came to introduce herself to you and you did the same as you joined the talk. It was sort of refreshing to talk about mundane stuff or gossip considering that the past year was spent in dark corners of your mind or discussing depressive things like trauma, panic attacks, nightmares and whatnot. It was nice to be able to talk about normal girly things.

“By the way, you’re not dating that freak, are you?” asked one of the girls and you scrunched up your eyebrows.

“Who?”

“The Munson guy.”

“Why would you think that?” you scratched your arm awkwardly and she shrugged.

“Well, last night at the party he dragged you away, and…everyone was kinda curious to know what happened afterward,” she smirked and you chuckled.

“Nothing, really. I dropped him in his neighborhood and he went home. So did I.”

It was a blatant lie but what were you supposed to say? Oh, we hang out, we drank, we smoked weed, I cried my eyes out and we both fell asleep in the same bed and then he saw me half naked.

Not suspicious at all.

“You do know that he…dragged me away from the party because Tommy was a jerk, right? There was no other…reason.”

“Fair point. Tommy is a dick. I would’ve left too,” hummed Margot as she focused on putting on more mascara and observed her look in her compact mirror.

“Although I’m not sure if Munson is a better company,” added Tina while tying her shoelaces and you held back a scowl.

“Why do you think so?”

“Well, his father for one. I’m not sure if I want to be around someone who was brought up by such a parent. I mean, you never know, right?” she asked the others agreed.

“Well, I don’t think we are defined by our parents,” you went into defense. “I mean, look at me. My father is a total asshole and a drunkard but I’m nothing like him.”

“Yeah but Eddie is actually selling drugs,” she countered knowingly and you shut your mouth.

You didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Well, uh… you do have a point about that but… trust me, he’s actually a very chill guy. I think that some of you might actually like him if you give him a chance. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna treat you, ladies, with more respect than half the guys at this school,” you gave them a smile and some of them chuckled while others remained skeptical.

The practice had gone very well. They had shown you the choreography they had come up with so far. It wasn’t that hard to memorize and apply and they had been impressed.

Chrissy and Lorelei were the sweetest of everyone and they were eager to get to know you and become your friends which you appreciated a lot.

“Hey,” called Steve as he jogged over to you while you were bending to pick up the jacket you had discarded.

“Hi!”

“I love those colors on you…It suits you,” he complimented after looking you up and down, admiring your appearance, and you smiled shyly, looking down at yourself for a moment before back at him.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll wear them more often from now on.”

“We’re like, teammates now, aren’t we? Super cool,” he grinned but it wasn’t his usual bright grin or teasing grin or any other typical Steve grin. It felt like his energy was a bit off today.

Duller.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” you asked and he looked away, sighing.

“I, uh…it’s a long story.”

“Does it involve Nancy?” you lifted a brow and he nodded.

“Mhm…”

You looked around and saw that the girls were nowhere to be seen which meant they had headed to the female dressing room while most of the boys were coming into the gym which meant that the male dressing room was probably empty.

“Come with me,” you grabbed his elbow and tugged lightly. He scrunched up his forehead in confusion but followed you nonetheless.

From afar, Billy saw the interaction, and a frown formed on his face. He watched you drag Steve away and wondered what kind of relationship the two of you had. He wondered if he should confront you about it.

“Alright…tell me…what’s going on with you two?” you finally asked the boy after the two of you made sure there was really no one in the dressing room and sneaked inside, sitting on the benches.

“Uh, I don’t even know where to start,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Last night, she got very drunk. You were there when she started drinking! I’ve never seen her like that.”

“Yeah, it was not very Nancy-like,” you agreed.

“I tried to stop her and she spilled her drink on herself,” he recounted and you cringed. Red punch on a white dress was not a good combination. “She got mad at me and escaped to the restroom so I…took the chance to go talk to her. Ask her what’s wrong.” He ran a hand through his hair as he let out a pitiful sigh and looked at you. “And she just said that everything was bullshit. She said that we killed Barb, that I’m bullshit, that we’re faking that everything is ok when it’s not, that our relationship is bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, and that shee…doesn’t love me,” he tightened his lips as a combination of pained, withering and humiliating expression formed on his face and you bit the inside of your lip as you gave him a pitiful gaze.

You felt sorry for him.

But at the same time, your heart began beating faster and something akin to hope began blooming inside of you.

“She was just…drunk, Steve. Maybe she didn’t mean it,” you hesitantly put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, hoping to give him some reassurance but deep down you knew that when people got drunk they lost all filter and all control. They would tell things as they truly think them exactly because this self-control and filter thins under the influence. That’s the reason why you never got drunk around Steve because you were afraid you’d end up spilling something you shouldn’t.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that,” he muttered.

“Maybe you should go talk to her, hm? Ask her what she thinks now that she’s sober,” you offered and he nodded.

“Yeah, I guess I’ll do that later.”

After that, the two of you headed out of the locker room and back to the gym.

“Sorry, I can’t stay to watch the practice. I have to go pick up my brother. That was the deal since both of us have after-class activities today,” you told the boy.

Just when you were about to turn around and go back to the female locker rooms, someone strolled towards you.

“Yeah, sure, it’s no problem. See you tomorrow,” he smiled before jogging away.

“Well, that was interesting. I didn’t know you had that many boys wrapped around your finger. Yet you don’t want to give me a chance?” said Billy as he gave you a challenging look and you frowned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you? Even after last night’s party?” he shortened the distance, coming to stand right in front of you and you held your breath as he leaned in alarmingly close, your chests almost brushing, your cheeks flushing at the way he looked at you. There was just something about those blue eyes of his.

“What about the party?” you muttered as you tried to not look into his irises and he smirked.

“You have two knights in shining armor looking after you. I almost thought they were your boyfriends with the way they defended you,” he whispered and you could feel his breath hitting your cheek. “Now, I don’t know about the long-haired one but isn’t Harrington taken? It’s kinda suspicious that you’re dragging him in empty dress rooms to do who knows what.”

“What are you implying exactly?” you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he chuckled deeply. “You’re supposed to be one of the smartest here, right? Figure it out.”

“I’m not-“ you raised your voice before you realized that there were people around, eyes darting to check if you had drawn anyone’s attention. “I’m not fucking Steve or trying to steal him or whatever twisted narrative you’re trying to push here,” you hissed.

“I’m not pushing anything,” he shrugged.

“Billy, don’t play games with me. I’m not in the mood.”

“That’s a shame,” he drawled as he got even closer to you, his hand suddenly moving to grasp the back of your head, fingers burying into your hair. “Cause I love playing games with you,” he smiled smugly as he looked at your lips, then into your eyes, fingers tugging at the bow that held part of your hair up and untangling it. He slipped it out of your locks and dangled it in your face before taking a step back and bringing the piece of satin fabric to his lips, placing a kiss on it.

“That’s gonna bring me good luck today when I kick Harrington’s ass in practice,” he grinned charmingly as he put the ribbon in his pocket and gave you a wink before slowly backing away. You just stood there frozen, not knowing how to respond to that, when he began jogging backward as he kept his eyes glued on you before turning around and joining his team.

You snapped back into motion, finally letting out the breath you were holding. You put a hand on your hip while the other went to fix your messed-up hair as you huffed in frustration.

Your focus shifted to Steve who was glaring daggers at Billy. Sensing your gaze, he turned to look at you, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head with scrunched-up eyebrows as if to ask ‘What’s his problem’ and you shrugged, pursing your lips. His expression turned into one of concern, asking if you were ok to which you waved your hand dismissively and nodded before bidding him goodbye and heading for the dressing room.

It was empty.

You took your leather jacket out of your locker, folded it, and buried your face in the fabric, letting out a muffled scream.

You took a deep breath and let out a long exhale as you started taking out your things from the locker. You looked at your watch, letting out a curse as you noticed that you were late and AV class was supposed to be ending very soon. Not having time to get dressed, you opted to stay in your cheerleading uniform and rushed to organize your belongings before grabbing your bag and bolting out of the building, briskly walking towards the neighbor one of the Middle School.

Some people were going to be the death of you. At this point, you preferred battling a Demogorgon once again instead of dealing with boys.

But when you went to the classroom where AV club was held, you found it empty.

You put down your bag and rummaged through it, taking out your walkie-talkie.

“Hey, guys? Can anybody hear me? Where are you at?”

“Y/N!? What’s going on? Why are you calling?” asked Mike after a moment of silence and you tsk-ed.

“I’m supposed to pick up Will after AV class but there’s no one in here. Where are you?” you repeated the question and there was more silence before Dustin’s voice came through.

“U-uh, we’re just…we’re in the hallways!” he stuttered and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Which one?”

“East Wing!”

“West Wing!” Mike and Lucas spoke at once and you chuckled dryly.

“Ok, you do know that I can definitely tell you’re lying, right? Can someone tell me what in the world is going on and where is Will?!”

“Last I heard from him, he was at the bathrooms by Mr. Salerno’s,” said Dustin and you groaned.

“I’m going and he better be there. You guys have some explanations to deliver,” you grit out into the device before closing it and shoving it back in your bag before bolting out of the classroom and towards the bathrooms in question.

You were hurrying down the still-familiar hallways until you reached the one where the bathroom was located, noticing that Mike, Lucas, and the redheaded girl – who you supposed was related to Billy – were heading towards the bathroom as well. All of you met in front of the place before storming inside where you found Dustin at the end of the room, standing in front of a cubicle.

“Where’s Dart?” asked Mike and you did a double-take.

“I don’t know,” shrugged Dustin. “Not here.”

“What?”

“He said by Salerno’s, right?”

“Yeah, maybe Will has him.”

“Hold on, hold on, hold on!” you exclaimed as you waved your hands, drawing the kids’ attention. “What is going on here? What mess have you gotten yourselves into and who the hell is Dart?” you asked as you looked at each and every one of them and they looked at one another, gulping.

“Uh, it’s a-it’s a long story,” stuttered out Dustin and you huffed.

“Alright then, you’ll tell me all about it, after we find Will,” you quipped before whirling and exiting the place, the kids following close behind. “By the way, what’s your name?” you turned to look at the redhead who was walking by your side.

“Max.”

“Nice to meet you,” you sent her a smile as you reached a hand that she accepted for a handshake, returning the smile.

“Me too.”

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Your Archer of Infamy (Priest x You) Series

TW: Kissing, Swearing, Touching

Chapter 2

“No, absolutely not!”

“Oh c’mon Lewis?” You chuckled light heartedly at your brother’s response. He was Lewis to you, but Elton Prince to everyone else. You surprised yourself that you were actually sitting discussing this over breakfast. Potentially going on a date with Waller like you actually cared about it.

“You’re not dad, you can't be the big man and pretend like you know what’s best”

“Errr, actually ever since dad left to go to the shop for milk and surprisingly has never returned, that makes me the man of the house and that makes me the decider of your little escapades.”

“Shut up Lewis!” You glared in disbelief at him letting a little chuckle out.

“Fine! But Everybody hates him”

“That’s true” Sam (Kit Wilson), your brother’s best friend piped up scoffing his face with scrambled egg, you looked over at him in confusion as to his role in the discussion. The two of them together were known as Pretty Deadly and had debuted on TV a couple weeks ago. It was nice to have your brother on the road, you had the reassurance of family around you but he was also like a beady eyed hawk watching your every move and even though he was the younger one his ‘sister protection’ radar never faulted.

“That’s not what Damain said.” You thought back to what Damian said last night calling Waller ‘fine’

Lewis and Sam looked at each other and laughed. “Damian’s lying then.”

“I thought you wanted to hook up with Damian anyway” Sam asked you, you choked on your water in surprise because there were only two people who knew that and it definitely would not have been Rhea who blabbed about it to Sam.

“You told him?” You looked around the cafeteria frantically to make sure no one was staring or heard what Sam had just said. You leant over the table, your face clearly showing annoyance as you whipped your hand on Lewis’ chest to which he flicked your hand away.

“And I don’t want to hook up, I really like him” The final words of your sentence came out softer and mellow.

“Don’t worry I wont tell anyone” Sam did his little finger wiggle at you, it was one of their character taunts. You raised an eyebrow at him as if to say you weren’t impressed.

“Sorry force of habit” Sam panicked sensing your irritation.

“Use your big girl words and speak to Damian… about how you really feel.” Lewis scruffed up your hair as he rose from his seat and they left you alone with your thoughts, yourself questioning why Damian would tell you Waller was fine when he didn’t really think it. You found Priest in make-up, having his eyes darkened in preparation for tonight's show he was sat next to Rhea who was having her Judgement Day scales painted onto her face.

“Did you really mean what you said about Waller?” You asked, Mary the make-up artist stopped working sensing there might be some awkwardness in the way you bluntly approached Damian.

“Oh sorry, Mary, please carry on” You warmly encouraged Mary to continue working on Damian and moving out of her way. Priest couldn't help but adore how pleasant you were even though he was beginning to get rattled by the conversation topic being Waller again.

“What?”

“You said Waller was fine. You didn’t mean it did you?” Your hands were folded over your chest, ready to interrogate him.

“No. I don’t know”

“But I value your opinion, why lie to me?”

“I thought it was what you wanted to hear”

“Well it wasn't…” The silence was deafening… the conversation had reached a pit stop like a Formula One car, it was time to regroup and think logically.

“I care about your opinion” You faintly said stepping closer to Priest now Mary had finished, Priest opened his eyes for the first time.

“Look, Waller’s a rat, always will be.” Priest’s tone of voice was snappy.

“Then why did you say he was fine and lie?”

“Because your love life is irrelevant to me alright, there you go, that’s my opinion ” Your mouth hung open at Damian’s words, you slightly nodded your head in acceptance and frowned at him, narrowing your eyes. You had no words for Priest’s outburst, his reaction shocked you. Embarrassed, confused and ready to burst into tears you turned your back and walked away. Within an instant Priest had stood up from his chair in a desperate attempt to reach out for you before it was too late.

“Shit” he mumbled under his breath, knowing he’d probably gone a step too far and pushed you away.

“You don’t have to be a dick.” Rhea piped up having experienced the rollercoaster of a conversation that it was.

“Why is she asking me about Waller then?” Priest uttered in vexation as he turned to Rhea.

“Men really don’t get women do you?”

“We’re not mind readers Rhea!”

“Everyone can see it between the two of you Priest!”

“See what?” He asked as if he was oblivious but he knew what she was talking about. As he thought about it he was able to understand why he couldn't express his feelings towards you. He'd been with other women before and was able to tell them, but that had been meaningless sex and boring relationships. The excitement and affection he felt towards you was different and something he didn’t want to tamper with incase you didn’t feel the same. He’d rather have a friend in you if it couldn’t be nothing more and now it seemed like he had neither.

“The tension, the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. They way you get mad when another guy is talking to her or when she talks about another guy”

“Yeah cause I think I’m falling in love with her but she’s banging on about Waller.”

“Yeah, to make you jealous you donut.”

“Yeah she’s doing a good job of it then!”

“She wants you to get jealous so you open up about your feelings towards her! She’s into you. She may not be saying it but I am and she’s told me so many times that she’s into you…do with that what you will.. See you in the gorilla.”

You hadn't spoken to Priest since yesterday's conversation and it was all you could think about whilst you were sitting alone, feeling utterly humiliated. You aimlessly bounced the straw of your drink up and down, flicking the dregs of your drink in your glass. You attempted to look calm and collected with straight posture and one knee crossed over the other but in reality you wanted the world to open up and swallow you whole as you began to realise Waller had stood you up…You couldn't quite believe it, you actually gave the guy a chance…albeit out of spite towards Priest and he was a no show. Waller no showed you. Waller no showed you whilst you looked absolutely fucking incredible, wearing your silver sequined crop top, black leather mini skirt and suede knee high boots. Waller no showed you…and you were pissed! Grabbing your purse from the table you leaped up from your chair ready to ditch your lonely date when a body stood in front of you blocking your way. Looking up you were greeted by Waller, who was wearing a look of disappointment and seemed a little nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck. Your lack of smile and your arms folded over your chest told him you were not impressed.

"Forget about our date?" You asked with a firm tone.

"Erm…shit. Look I'm going to be honest…"

"How thoughtful of you" Your words oozed with sarcasm.

"Priest asked me not go"

"Kinda threatened me not to go" Waller quickly changed his words.

Your eyes squinted, your mouth hung open a jar as you tried to comprehend Waller's words. Priest had told him not to go?

"If Priest told you to jump off a cliff, would you do it?"

"Maybe. Look, no girl is worth getting pounded in the face by a six foot five machine like Priest alright."

"That's what he said?" You questioned Waller.

"Yeah and I don't want to have heat backstage, if there's something going on with you and Priest. You could have just told me'' Waller stuffed his hands in his jean pockets before rolling his lips inwards and walking away. You felt as though Waller had knocked the wind out of you, unsure if it was because you'd been turned down or because of the shit Priest had pulled. You frustratedly walked as fast as you could in your boots, taking the elevator up to the second floor of the hotel on a mission to find Priest. Knocking on Balor's door you hoped to see if Priest had been chilling out with him.

"Is he here?" You tried to look over Balor's shoulder to see if you could catch a glimpse of inside. Balor widened his eyes at your abrupt and not so warm welcoming hello.

"Hi to you too…"

"Sorry Balor" You changed your demeanour realising you'd been rude in your approach.

"You look nice…" Balor looked you up and down appreciating your appearance.

"Thanks…it was for a date… that I got stood up on. Is Priest here?"

"Erm no… he's three doors down, 227. Look, about what he said the other day, you should talk to him about him. Try to sort it out?"

"Don't worry I'm going over to talk to him" The smile you put on your face was pure mockery.

"Great. He's had a face like a slapped arse recently" Balor didn't seem to sense the bitterness in your words and he seemed chuffed that you'd decided to talk to Priest.

"Well get used to it…" You announced walking away from Balor's room ready to confront him. He watched as you banged on Priest's door. Priest answered the door, your mouth suddenly began to dry up, your heartbeat increased and you felt your body heat rising to the temperature of a sauna. Priest was standing in just a towel, the drips of water made his body glisten in the light and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter across his chest.

Standing your ground you shoved past him to allow yourself entry into his room and once you were far enough in the room you stood in the centre with crossed arms over your chest and raised brows ultimately telling Priest something was not right. He observed you, firstly sensing your displeasure at something, your breath hitched as he began to walk towards you… you watched him and noticed how his eyes danced across your body, admiring the stunning view that had graced him. Priest had listened loud and clearly to Rhea's advice.

"Why did you do it?" Instead of sounding powerful the words that left your mouth were whimpers, you tried to hold back the tears that wanted to break free. Priest sensed your change in demeanour and hated seeing you breaking down in front of him, you were now cuddling yourself as if to protect yourself from him. He reached out to put the palm of his hand on your cheek in an attempt to comfort you but your instant reaction was to take a step back to create some separation. You closed your eyes and singular tears leaked, you must have looked helpless to him as you stood staring at the ground.

"It was embarrassing sitting alone, I felt so stupid! I'm wearing this and having nobody show up made me look like an idiot. Why did you do it?" Priest realised you weren't here to talk about your previous falling out, it was the other thing he’d done and Waller had snaked him out. Priest dumped himself on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, running his fingers through his long wet locks, trying to find the right words to say to you.

"I'm sorry I told him not to show… you do look incredible by the way"

"Don't try to flirt with me right now" you spoke as you sat next to him on the edge.

Priest turned to look at you "I'm serious. You're far too beautiful and loving and caring for someone like Waller"

"That's for you to decide is it?"

"No but I…"

"You can't ruin my date because you don't think he's good enough. At least he's asked me out… and keeps asking like he knows he wants me. He's got the balls to ask unlike you "

"Is that what you want?"

"What?" You shook your head in confusion.

"Do you want me to ask you out?"

You weren't sure if he was serious or playing games with you. He stood up from the bed and stood in front of you, he took your hands and pulled you up, your body now touching his. He placed your arms around his shoulders and traced his fingers down your arms, you closed your eyes as he learnt his forehead on yours, you enjoyed his fingers now brushing up and down your sides till he finally settled his hands on your hips.

"Is this what you want?" Priest voice was low and sensual. All that escaped your lips was a groan in pleasure. Priest’s forehead left yours and he slowly worked towards your neck, planting gentle kisses in the crevices of it. He then worked a trail of kisses towards your chest.

"Tell me this is what you want…" He paused his kisses for a moment. Your fingers had tangled up into his hair as you clutched onto him in desperation. Priest had hoisted you up and tenderly placed you down on the bed now hovering over you.

"Is this what you want?" Priest asked again, his hand pulled your leg up which allowed him to trace his hand up it then stop as he reached the fabric of your underwear.

Yes, absolutely yes it was what you wanted. It was a head versus heart moment. Your head was telling you to stand up for yourself but your heart had wanted this for so long.

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A Letter to Myself ~ Chapter 1

Series Description: A 1st person POV Isekai Ikemen Prince adventure told by me, your narrator. Not all true stories are believable, and not all true stories are real. I have changed my name and the names of anyone who inspired these characters.

Chapter Description: Liliana goes to sleep after another disappointing experience with love, and wakes up inside a very strange dream.

Chapter Title: Dream Truths

Triggers: Negative self talk; vague mention of fatphobia

There are few things in this world I love more than singing, sleeping, and daydreaming. They’re the three things that can always reset my anxious mind, and push out all forms of mental clutter, if only long enough for me to focus on the task at hand. That particular evening, the task at hand was wishing that my situationship (who, after I admitted I had feelings for earlier that day, told me he didn’t actually feel that way about me, and saw me only as a friend) had instead been one of the dashing princes in my favorite otome game. I think everyone could agree that they would never. But the quiet of the night threatened to envelop me nonetheless; this wasn’t the first time I’ve been fooled by pretty words and flirtatious kindness. It wasn’t even the second or third, and I’ve begun to wonder who the real problem is. Am I simply misinterpreting this behavior? Was my perception truly that terrible? I didn’t think so, since I could usually nail down just about anyone I met: what their struggles were, why they acted the way they did, and so on and so forth. In fact, it was one of the things I was known for in my friend circles - being a mind reader.

But for some reason, when love was involved, my radar was off; or broken; or just flat out missing altogether. It was something I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember; to be loved the way I love, but fate seemed to stand against me in that regard. What if I just wasn't meant to have my own love story? My heart clenched at the thought that plagued me over and over. It was no mystery that my body type was not one that was so popularly celebrated in many circles, and I'd experienced my fair share of backlash over it through the years. And while, thankfully, many women in this day and age were standing up and speaking out about it, I still received far too many judgmental eyes on me when I dared to eat in public; didn't matter if it was 4pm and it was the first thing I'd eaten since I woke up at 7am.

So it should come as no surprise that the little voice in my head - that damn goblin - often added "overweight" to the list of qualities that left men… wanting, in regards to myself. But the laundry list was miles long by now, and not even the newest Whirlpool could scrub it clean. Besides, who could afford that much laundry detergent? Certainly not me. Not in this economy.

Usually, I could stir up some comforting scenario with the handsome first prince and lull myself to sleep in his imaginary arms, but the trick wasn't working tonight. God, of course it wasn't. I had to be up in around 4 hours to go to rehearsal, and sleep had been evading me almost as much as men did. "Is sleep a man?" I pondered aloud to my quiet bedroom. "Would make a hell of a lot of sense." I grumbled under my breath as I reached for the Melatonin gummies on my nightstand. I popped two in my mouth and chewed begrudgingly until the almost-fruit tang flavor was gone from my mouth, then let my head fall unceremoniously back onto my pillow with a dull thud.

Now my neck hurts. Of course it does.

I tossed and turned for awhile longer, praying the Melatonin would do its work, and at last, I felt the gentle tug of sleep calling the deep recesses of my brain. Thank God, now I can go see Jin. It was the last coherent thought I had before diving under, my subconscious brain taking over, my desires in tow.

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Birds.

I was hearing birds. Is this a dream? Those birds don't sound like the birds outside my window normally do. Those sound like… what the hell is that? A weed wacker? It isn't Friday. Is it? This has to be a dream, there's no way I missed two days; I've slept for long periods of time, but never 48 hours straight, long. That's like, coma long. God, I hope I haven't peed the bed.

I cracked one eye open slowly, noting the lack of crust around it. Thank God, I'm finally re-hydrated. I'd been dehydrated for pretty much my entire life, through no one's fault but my own, and I'd always wanted to be one of those girls who could tote around a cute water bottle the size of a milk jug and drink it all in one day. But alas, God had other plans when he made me. Maybe he was distracted, I don't know. But I had been trying to take better care of myself lately, so I guess it finally paid off! Hopefully this means no more headaches, and-

I opened my other eye to stare up at my ceiling. I wonder what ti- wait. "M'kaaaay, maybe I do have eye crust." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes with my index fingers. Cause that's not my ceiling. Have I gone blind? Oh God, am I blind?

I opened my eyes again and flicked my gaze around the room quickly. Okay, not blind. A relieved sigh petered out of my lungs, but it only lasted a second before I cast my eyes around the room again, in earnest this time. This is not my room. My head swiveled left; right; left again. Okay, so I'm dreaming. Damn it, I probably still have eye crust. I shook my head in disappointment as I sat up in bed. The room I was in was small; tiny, even in comparison to mine, which was saying something. There was a single painting on the wall perpendicular to my right, hung precariously on the dusty beige wall. It looked like a lush green forest with a river running through the center. Pretty.

My eyes continued their journey right and landed on a small, rustic looking side table with an oil lamp on it, along with a well-worn book. On impulse, I picked up the book and stroked its spine while I read the words on the cover. "Liliana's Adventures" Funny. That's my name. Could my brain really not come up with anything better than this for a title? Jeez, and I call myself a writer. A sound between a scoff and a laugh escaped my lips as I set the book back down on the side table and turned my head to the left.

There was a small table with two rickety wooden chairs and what looked like a sewing project neatly folded on the tabletop. Okay, is my brain trying to tell me to pick up a new hobby or something, or did I watch too much Lord of the Rings last night? I noticed that there was a simple mirror on the wall across from me that reflected the bland beige wall above my head, the door to the tiny room, and a single window, notched in the downward slope of the ceiling to my left. I didn't understand. Why did my subconscious bring me here of all places? And where even is here? I mean, it has to be a dream. I just "woke up" and the inside of my mouth doesn't even feel gross, and there's no way that's real.

I pulled myself out of the small, stiff bed and padded over to the window, my feet bare on the chilly wooden panels. The most beautiful garden I had ever seen in my life sprawled out before my eyes way down below. Bursts of yellow, white, pink, and red lined a maze of pathways through the middle, and showcased the gorgeous flowers in bloom. Most of them looked like roses. Wow… now I understand the weed wacker.

I could get lost tracing each walkway with my eyes, and apparently I did, because I didn't hear the angry footsteps stomping up to the door of my room until it burst open and an irate woman screeched through it. "Leisel, quit your dawdling, we are due in the kitchen in five minutes!" The door slammed shut just as suddenly as it had opened and I jumped hard, nearly knocking my head on the sloped ceiling in the process. "Who the hell is Leisel?"

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Hello,

I was wondering if you know any fics with A and/or C as detectives? Preferably in a historic setting but I’d be fine with any time period if that’s what’s available.

Thank you for all your hard work!

Hi. You might be interested in the kind of fics on our #spies and #murder mystery tags. Here are some detective fics...

You'll (have to) do. by Beautyandlove (T)

In light of the murder of six UK nationals at a resort in Calais, France, D.I Fell and D.I Crowley are sent there to catch the seemingly invisible killer.

The only pickle, really, is that they have to pretend to be married.

Which is fine. It’s not like Aziraphale sometimes wants to smother Crowley with a pillow or kiss him senseless, or anything.

Tadfield Heat by Shampain (M)

The scene is Tadfield, at the beginning of another perfect autumn. The cast? Two surly detectives, one MI-5 analyst, and a trigger happy CIA agent. The problem? Sergeant A. Michael won't shut up about the graffiti the village just can't seem to get rid of.

If you're looking for intelligent people doing intelligent things, maybe don't click here. For the Good Omens Big Bang!

yours in black lace by okapi (E)

Hardboiled, hell-fried private investigator Anthony J. Crowley is just trying to survive a hot, boring August, but a new case and a series of anonymous naughty letters signed only 'yours in black lace' are about to make things interesting.

Chapters 1-3 are case fic. Chapter 4 is smut.

For the 2020 DW Unconventional Courtship challenge based on a summary of the Mills & Boon novel Yours in Black Lace by Mia Zachary.

the many-venomed earth by curtaincall (T)

It’s the trial of the century: bestselling mystery author Anthony Crowley stands accused of poisoning his former lover. He’s got means (arsenic), motive (the breakup), and opportunity (a meeting the night of the murder); his guilt seems certain.

Certain, that is, to everyone except Lord Aziraphale Eastgate, rare book collector and amateur detective. Aziraphale’s not sure why he’s so convinced of Crowley’s innocence, but he’s determined to save him from the gallows--by finding the real murderer before it’s too late.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E)

The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

It's A Hard Life by Krisdaughter_of_Athena (M)

“Crawly” was the best delivery man in the whole city of London, and everyone knew it. Whether it be books and flowers, or narcotics and guns, Crawly was the one for the job. Easy enough for Crawly to slip in and out of tight spaces, and easy enough to keep his real name off the police radar.

Detective Constable Aziraphale Pritchard is used to being told he is not very good at his job. He is as surprised as everyone else when he is the officer to catch Crawly, the Devil’s infamous delivery driver, in the act. He is the only officer to figure out Crawly’s real name. But no one else knows that, otherwise they’d also know that the DC tends to get drunk with this particular member of the notorious Demons every other Thursday, and would also know of the fragile Arrangement between the two. Aziraphale knew it couldn’t last.

However, what are the two to do when Crowley is given an extra special delivery, one which places the two unlikely allies alongside each other for the long haul? How will they keep the delicate balance of their arrangement from their respective sides? And how will they keep one boy from bringing destruction to the entirety of London?

- Mod D

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that-one-random-writer · 1 year

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Caution to the Wayward Son Chapter 3

Rooster x f! Not pilot Reader- Enemies to lovers

Summary: One bad first date. That's all it takes for an impression to be rotten. A reputation costs more than just the price of dinner. Six months deployed on an aircraft carrier across the hall from the date. That is priceless in the navy.

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, 18+ eventually Words: 1,838 no use of Y/N

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 || My masterlist

The mirror sent daggers at you. "Pull yourself together. Don't let him have a reaction. That's what he wants." You hate conflict it goes back to deep seeded issues when you were a child. You have heard enough arguments to last a lifetime from your parents.

Bradley tried his best to shake his anger, his anger at this class, his anger at the situation, and most of all, his anger at you.

You go back to your table and sit down, trying to avoid round two. You ignored his presence. You put your highlighters away and leaned back, waiting until the instructor returned. Rooster situated in his seat, glancing around the room. No one seemed to notice the whispered conversation you both had in between the chatter of everyone else studying.

Lt commander finally came back and started the quiz.

You both made perfect scores. The class was dismissed into lunch. The class filed out of the classroom. Everyone made their way into the galley. They all got in line and got their trays of food. You sat down with your friends. Em was the only other female and then two guys, Niki and Ben.

"This is some bullshit." Em stated, shoveling the food in. "I haven't had breakfast, and they're going to tell me that I have to learn a whole new plane? Fuck this." She leaned her head on the table. She only lifted to take another bite then back down. "This is really good." She whined with her head on the table. Ben and Niki rolled their eyes. "It's going to be okay. It's a stealth with some real man power." Ben said.

"You flipped ahead?" You interrupted.

"Shoot yeah I did." He smiled proudly.

"Fuck this. I got stuck beside an asshole. He got mad that I just turned the page once." You broke out in rage.

"What a bummer, hun. My partner is pretty bad ass. He was reading ahead with me. We were comparing notes." Ben wasn't helping the situation.

You ate your food, and continued to talk with your friends until it was time to return.

You sat in your seat. As soon as Bradley sat next to you, you felt heat crawling under your skin. You tried your best to ignore it and continued to watch the instructor.

The day had come and gone. You made it to the store. You grabbed a few things then made your way over to the protein bars. You walked down the isle.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." You bumped into a tall man that had a smile that could make any girl swoon.

"That's alright. What were you focusing on?" He looks back see the cereal lined up on the wall. "Which one?" He smiled. You looked back at the cereal. "Lucky charms. You?" You turned back to him. "I'm a Trix kind of guy myself. I'm Johnson, by the way. Rin Johnson."

You smiled and introduced yourself, then continued. "It's nice to meet you."

He looked you up and down. "I saw you today in class. I'm a weapons system operator. That new plane is a beast. It's got this chrome outside that makes it more stealthy under radars. Did you see it?"

"Damn, that's incredible. I didnt actually get a chance." He smiled back at you.

"It's nice to meet you,..." He spoke your name at the end. "I'll see you around lucky charm."

You smiled back at him, giggling softly. "I'll see you, Trix."

You both parted ways.

The next morning came faster than you wanted it to. You walked into class, and rooster was already in his seat. You sat down beside him, and you both ignored each other. "Morning, lucky." Johnson knocked on your table with his knuckles as he passed by. "Good morning, Trix." You both shared a smile, and he went to his seat. Bradley rolled his eyes.

The class began. The instructor walked in greeting the Lieutenants. He took his place at the podium. "Today we will be watching a demonstration on the B-21 Raider."

Everyone cheered. The instructor smiled. "I expect everyone here to be on their best behavior. Everyone in this class will get a red line pass if you do not have full access already, for one day only don't fuck it up or you won't ever be approved again."

Bradley glanced over at the guy you called 'Trix' this morning. He scoffed. You looked over at Bradley.

Bradley spoke up. "That's a stupid nickname."

"Yeah you're right maybe we could come up with a better one for you, dickhead maybe? I think it fits." You popped back at him.

He rolled his eyes and spoke with an annoyed tone. "Ooo real feisty, is that your boyfriend?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, Bradley." You glanced with your eyes, staying faced towards the instructor, then focused your attention back on the instructor.

"I asked, didn't I?" He hated the way you talked to him but has started to love pissing you off for the attention you give.

"You irratate the fuck out of me..." you trailed. "No, we aren't dating. Why do you care?"

He looked back at you. "I don't. I just wanted to piss you off maybe embarrass you."

You get up from your seat as the class gets up. You breathed out. "You are such a dick."

He rolled his eyes. "You're a bitch."

"You care or you wouldn't have asked. What is it, you want to try that date again? You know we can buy some alcohol and you can get fucked up like last time." You prodded him some more.

His teeth clinched again. "You didn't show up. How was I supposed to know. You didn't call or text or anything. I still have no idea what you were doing. Maybe you were taking your time getting railed by your little Trix before showing up an hour late."

"You'd like to think that about me wouldn't you? I'm into just screwing around with men, right? You're ridiculous. You think what you want. I owe you no explanation now. It was important." You walked away and followed the class out to the runway.

You picked up your headset. Everyone received one to listen to the instructor as he explained the cockpit and each thing the class had went over so far, it was quite loud outside. After the plane was explained you all followed each other to the galley.

You got your food and sat down. "Lucky, you mind if I sit here." Johnson smiled down at you.

You smiled at him. Your eyes glanced at Bradley, who was intently looking at Johnson. "Come sit, trix. Guys, this is Johnson. Johnson, this is the crew. Em, Ben, and Niki." You glanced back at Bradley again. His eyes didn't meet yours. He had fire burning through his eyes. The rage you saw was nothing like you've seen before. You smirked, knowing jealousy was bringing out such emotion. You knew he was lying. You fed off of proving him wrong that he did still want you. There was power within the thought.

You put on a smile when everyone asked you what was wrong. "Nothing, just missing home. Im just pissed I have to be here." They all nodded, agreeing.

The conversations were about home and what they would be doing when they got back.

Bradley sat as his body shook with anger. He stormed out to the gym. He had to get some of the rage out. It wasn't against the rules as long as he was back by the time class started again. He slammed the doors open. He hit the punching bag with all his strength. He hit again then again. He kicked and sweat dropped to the floor in a slow pace. He punched and kicked with all he could until rage began its decline, first to anger, then doubt, before settling to the worse of all the others, misery. He dropped to his knees. He was the only one in the gym. No one was there to witness his fall into the abyss. He sat on his knees for what seemed like an eternity. He picked himself up off the floor, just like he's always done... alone. He leaned his head against the punching bag. His voice so soft the whisper sounded like air wisping from his lips. "This is stupid, I went out with her once, and the date was horrible." He huffed out, shutting down his emotions.

He grabbed a towel and wiped off his face. He huffed and then cleared his throat. He walked out of the gym as if nothing had happened.

He returned to the classroom. He sat in the seat next to you. You looked over at him with a smirk. You were starting to love pissing him off, too.

"You know Bradley, I think you really do care." You giggled.

Bradley couldn't stand that giggle of satisfaction knowing you were only laughing at his anger. What a cruel bitch.

"I really don't. You can take cereal boy up your ass for all I care."

You smirked. "Now there's an idea." You could tell his anger was near drained from his next reaction.

"Go ahead and prove me right. I told you, you were probably doing that before the date." He looked into your eyes. "That's all he wants you for." There was no anger. All there was behind his eyes was something much deeper, defeat.

You looked back him searching. "And that's not what you wanted me for."

He looked up at the podium in the middle of the classroom. "Honestly, of course sex crossed my mind, but I'm not looking for just someone to sleep with. I can go pick up new girls every day of the week if I just wanted sex..." he trailed off. "Like you said, I've got the body for it." He added after the pause. He used your own words against you. You searched for insincerity but only found what hurt like loss. "Do what you want, but leave me the hell out of your ten minutes of romance with 'Mr. Right.' " He did air quotes, and the jealousy didn't seem so enticing now. His reaction just wasn't what you wanted.

"You do have the body for it, and it gets on my nerves." You spoke with venom dripping off your lips.

He smirked. "Why does that bother you? Is it because you know you can't have it?"

Your cheeks blushed a light tint of pink. "That's what I've been looking for." He chuckled and smirked again with the end of his checkmate statement. You scoffed. Your cheeks are still glowing pink.

"I don't want you." you narrowed your gaze.

"Just like I don't want you..." bradley trailed.

Chapter 4 Mature Smutish ahead.

A/N: comment what you'd like!

I do not give permission for my stories to be posted anywhere. Stealing stories makes you a c u next tuesday.

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An Attempt To Fly Under The Radar - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here! Struggled a bit with writers block, but I found that I really love writing from All Might's POV. I also couldn't help but throw a Psych reference in there, as well as a small nod to All Might's canonical 5/5 intelligence rating. Let my man be smart!

Izuku loved his lunches with All Might.

It wasn't just because of the fact that the Symbol of Peace spent one day a week sharing a homemade bento box with him (him! He made Izuku homemade lunches!). In general, it was just nice to spend some time with him outside of training. Sometimes, they talked about One For All, but other times, they talked about anything and everything - from the book series 'Internity' that he'd gotten the older man into, to how his classes were going.

"Present Mic was telling me about how well you did on your last English exam!" The older man said as he held his cup of tea. "You didn't hear this from me, but you were among the only two of your classmates to get both of his extra credit questions right! Great job, Young Midoriya!"

The praise felt nice (it always would, especially from All Might), and he felt his cheeks redden as he shrugged and took a sip of his own tea. "I've been reading some really interesting books, and one of them actually had the second bonus question in it!"

"It better not have been 'Internity'," All Might teased, grinning at his protégé. "You know I'm one book behind, and if I find out that you went back on our agreement and read ahead -"

"No, not at all!" the teen frantically promised, waving his hands in front of him, unaware that he was reacting precisely how his mentor had wanted him to. "I've been reading other books, I swear! I've been reading the third volume of a comic book series called 'Captain Hero' and another book called 'A Treatise of Human Nature'! The second bonus question was from page forty three of 'A Treatise of Human Nature,' and the quote we had to pick the correct translation from was: 'Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them.' If you really think about it, that can be applied to the fundamentals of heroics, because a hero shouldn't only save people because that's what they're factually obligated to do, but rather because it's the right thing to do. It falls in line the four virtues as well, as justice is the main virtue a hero should have -"

"Man, no one is better at spouting word vomit than you, kid!" All Might cut in with a laugh. "You sure One For All didn't enhance your speaking ability along with your strength?"

Friendly ribbing aside, as Izuku sheepishly stopped his ramblings and looked up at his mentor, he noticed an unreadable expression on his face. It was the same one he had after he rescued both him and Bakugou from the Sludge Villain last April, and the same one as when he offered to train Izuku to receive One For All that same day.

It said that he saw something in him, something no one else had bothered to see up until now. Something he wanted to help nurture and develop.

"Sorry. I didn't notice I was mumbling again," he mumbled, staring at his lap. "Everyone's gotten onto me about it -"

All Might shook his head and waved him off. "Don't apologize, my prince of nonsense!" He still had that look on his face, and Izuku wasn't sure how he felt about it. "It sounds like it was a really interesting read for you, and it's great to see you so passionate about your studies! Why don't you let me borrow it sometime, and we can bounce some ideas off of each other?"

Izuku immediately nodded, an excited smile growing on his face as the bell rang, making it falter just a little. Realization that he'd have to get back to class and assume his mission of staying under the radar hit him hard, and he slowly set his tea cup on the table and got up, brushing off his pants. Was he stalling? Yes. Would it make him late? Probably. Did he care at the moment? No. He loved these moments with his mentor, and it was up to him to make sure to never take them for granted.

"Sure! It's in my backpack, so I'll lend it to you after training today."

All Might beamed at him, shooting him a thumbs up as he also stood and led them both to the door.

"Sounds like a plan, my boy!"

One Day Later

Toshinori was stupefied as he sat in the teacher's office and flipped through the book Young Midoriya had lent him. 'A Treatise of Human Nature' was an absolute behemoth to read through - 480 pages, with Present Mic's bonus question being on page forty three as stated - and it was littered with post-it notes containing annotations and fleeting thoughts digesting the text, annotations and fleeting thoughts that were surprisingly right on the nose.

This was easily a university level piece of literature, and his fifteen year old protégé had broken down the text to something he could understand and applied his own opinions to it, opinions that could easily be tied back to the original work. Clearly, the work had hit home for him… but this was a university level piece of literature. The green haired boy was a first year high schooler who wouldn't even be taking Philosophy until university if he chose to attend.

Clearly, Young Midoriya was smart.

After getting to know him and even after just meeting him, Toshinori figured out his intelligence pretty quickly; his analysis notebooks were proof enough. His point had only been reinforced by his grades once the school year started - fourth out of twenty in a curriculum as advanced as UA's Hero course was nothing to sneeze at. But yesterday during lunch, as he listened to Young Midoriya dissecting this book like he had read through it a million times (he hadn't - the spine wasn't worn down enough for that), he got an inkling that maybe his boy was even smarter than he initially believed.

But how -

"What do you got there, All Might?"

The Symbol of Peace jumped as he turned around to scowl at the sudden intrusion into his personal space. The source - Present Mic - cheekily grinned at him as he sat at his desk across from him, Aizawa following behind. Nearby, he could hear Midnight and Cementoss's voices approaching as well.

Well, the alone time was fun while it lasted.

"Dammit, Mic," Toshinori muttered, closing the book. "Do you really have to scare me like that?"

"It keeps you on your toes!" the younger man said with a shrug. "And besides, it's not my fault you make it extremely easy and fun for me to want to keep doing it!"

Trying to fight the fond smile growing on his face, he passed the book over to his colleague. Present Mic could certainly be a lot to handle at times, but Toshinori really liked him both as a colleague and a friend. The man just radiated good vibes and positivity, making it near impossible to stay annoyed at him for too long.

"To answer your question, I borrowed this book from Young Midoriya," he explained. "We were talking about his latest English exam, and he had some pretty interesting insights about that second bonus question you gave. It came from this book."

The younger blonde made grabby hands towards it, eagerly flipping through it when he got his hands on it. He had told the older man that he'd seen the inspiration for his bonus question in the paper, and he hadn't really expected anyone to get it right. He had been pleasantly surprised to see both Young Yaoyorozu and Young Midoriya get it correct and plainly said as much while they graded papers together. But as his eyes darted across the annotations written down, his usual easy-going grin slowly morphed into an expression of awe. He let out a low whistle as he closed the book and handed it back to him.

"Well then…" he said, clearly at a loss for words as Toshinori set the book to the side. "Wow… I mean… I had my suspicions about the little listener, but -"

"Wait, 'suspicions'?" The older man asked, maybe a tad too overprotective as he narrowed his eyes ever so slightly. "What are you talking about?"

"Haven't you noticed, All Might?" Present Mic incredulously responded. "Midoriya's smart, like really smart."

Toshinori nodded slowly, not really sure of where the Voice Hero was going with this. "Yes, I have noticed Young Midoriya's intelligence -"

"No, I mean he's really really smart," Present Mic insisted, looking a little impatient that he was being so slow on the uptake. "He's like a little curly haired sponge when it comes to English grammar structure, and you should listen to the way he compares and contrasts it with Japanese grammar structure! Honestly, some of the insights he's told me about are things I saw when studying for the Praxis test!"

"Yeah, the kid's good at English. What's the big deal? Are you just happy to have a student who's actually interested in your class for once?" Aizawa asked, looking and sounding thoroughly unimpressed as he kept his eyes on his computer screen.

Ouch. That stung, and that comment wasn't even directed towards Toshinori.

He saw the split-second hurt flash across Present Mic's face before he immediately masked it and continued on.

Hmm, interesting.

"The big deal is that if he's this smart, why are his grades where they're at right now?"

At both men's confused glances, Present Mic clarified, "I'm not saying that being ranked fourth is bad or anything - it's great! But don't you think he could easily be ranked higher up if it weren't for his grades?"

The black haired man shrugged.

"Then he should study more," he bluntly said. "If he's as smart as you guys say he is, then his grades should reflect that. His Quirk control should reflect that. His decision making skills should reflect that."

The two blondes exchanged dark looks with one another, both silently deciding to ignore the third man from here on out. Their job was made easier by Midnight and Cementoss entering the room, taking their seats at their respective desks after greeting their scruffy colleague.

"Are you saying that Young Midoriya may be deliberately not performing to his full potential?" Toshinori asked, choosing to rephrase what he just heard in a much friendlier way.

Present Mic shrugged.

"Yeah, I mean what else could it be?" he bluntly asked. "I've heard him tutoring his other classmates in things that he'll get wrong on assignments - and it's not like he's telling them the wrong thing or anything. He's teaching them the right things, meaning he knows what he's talking about, but he doesn't apply that to his own schoolwork. If he did, his grades would be way higher, and it's not just me either! Did you hear about what happened yesterday in first period Math?"

The older man frowned and shook his head.

"Ectoplasm had them doing some Trigonometry, and he accidentally made a typo in the equation that he had them solve. He didn't notice it until he was already done writing it out, but he wanted to see if anyone caught it. It looked like Midoriya did, but the kid looked like he was being put in front of a firing squad. Like, he was terrified of pointing out the typo. What's even weirder is that when Ectoplasm checked up on him, he saw that he had the correct equation written down."

Toshinori frowned deeper.

"I'll admit that's strange, but you know how shy Young Midoriya is," Toshinori countered. "I'm not disagreeing with you on what you've seen and heard, but you know that boy avoids the spotlight like his life depends on it."

"Not when doing heroics," Present Mic countered back, leaning forward in his seat. "Not when placed in a life/death situation. You put him in a practical exercise, and his potential is just bursting out into the open. His deductive reasoning, leadership skills, and strategization is in a class of his own. In the classroom, however, he retreats into his shell. It's almost like he doesn't want anyone finding out about his academic potential."

The more he listened to his younger colleague, the more the older man couldn't avoid the realization that he was right. He'd always known that Young Midoriya was shy, but looking back, he saw that something wasn't quite right in regards to his protégé's intelligence versus his academic performance. Last year, Young Midoriya's grades had been pretty bad, putting him twenty seventh out of the thirty students in his class. Seeing both his schoolwork and his natural intelligence and drive, it made something in Toshinori not sit right, but with his boy being hesitant to elaborate on the matter, he let it go. He didn't want to push him into telling him anything he wasn't ready to divulge.

"Look, you knew him before UA, right?" Present Mic asked, not a hint of judgment in his voice. "Why don't you try asking him about it? He likes you, he'll listen to you."

"What about afterward?"

"We talk to the rest of his teachers, and depending on what we see and hear, we get that kiddo an IQ test."

#mha fix it fics #izuku deserves better

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jinnify · 11 months

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mixtape: on track – chapter one. when eyes meet 📝

synopsis. new girl yn had felt the need to stay under the radar ever since she arrived at yonsei uni. the last thing she needed at the start of a new semester was drama. that was until she met minho, and hyunjin had a problem with it.

“hello, my beautiful love!” you heard from down the hallway, yunjin making her presence known not just to you, but to the entire hall. you laughed as she draped her arms around you, hugging you tightly, “hi, my jinnie.” “jeez, can you guys just date already?” you heard jeongin complain from behind you two, making you spin around in yunjin’s arms, hugging her properly. “what do you losers want from me?” you ask, making eye contact with jeongin specifically. “woah? does anyone else feel targeted right now?”

“we’re just passing by,” you heard a soft voice from behind your locker, hyunjin. “oh. okay,” at this point, you had known hyunjin and the rest of your friends for two months. you were able to get along with everyone and even got comfortable enough to make fun of each other, but there was something about hyunjin that prevented you from being able to do that with him.

you were sure he was a nice guy. after all he was friends with yunjin, felix, seungmin and jeongin like you were, and they were all sweethearts! well, jeongin and seungmin are less so, but still! those boys wouldn’t hang out with anyone who was an asshole, you hoped. you often caught yourself not being able to look him in the eyes, or otherwise, you felt like you might explode from his gaze alone. this time was the exact same, you only gazed at his lips as a form of acknowledgment. maybe that was another reason you couldn’t look hyunjin in the eye, the man looked like he should be a model!

“we’re on our way to drama club-” “you should come with!” yunjin loudly interrupted seungmin. that boy had the patience of a monk. “i wish i could, guys, but i have a class in about fifteen minutes,” you declined as you checked your wristwatch, “if you guys are still there when i get out, i might swing by?”

“sounds great, love!” yunjin exclaimed as she hugged you again, “okay, i have to go to the restroom real quick. you guys walk her to class, and then we can go!” you looked between the three men around you, shrugging your shoulders before starting on your way to class, “i appreciate it you guys, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“are you sure?” jeongin and seungmin asked. you simply nodded and turned back around, “sure, i don’t want to keep you guys from yunjin and whatever you guys are doing,” you said with a small smile. as much as you really did appreciate it, you still didn’t want to make the boys uncomfortable by making them do things like walk you to your class. “fine,” jeongin said before seungmin started, “we’ll see you later, right?” you chuckled, “i’ll try! if you guys aren’t there when i get out we can always go out for dinner.”

before you had made it halfway down your hall, you turned back, making sure that the boys had left on their way to drama club. you felt your eyes slightly widen as you made eye contact with hyunjin, who was leaning up against the wall, watching you as you walked to class.

m:ot. – ch. 001

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we're finally back!! im so excited to be working in this ^^ hopefully this time i can enjoy it also small side note in the first screenshot yn replies with "dm!"

taglist. open

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#≡📹- ꒰ m:ot ꒱#stray kids #stray kids smau #stray kids fluff #stray kids crack #stray kids x reader #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids minho #📁 stray kids: ot8

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desert-fern · 9 months

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A Gun Amongst Daggers - Jake “Hangman” Seresin X Fem!Navy Seal Reader

Part 15: Game of Survival

*GIF is not mine*

A/N: Song title is from the song of the same name, Game of Survival by Ruelle

MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE! 18+ ONLY. MINORS & BLOGS WITH NO AGE/EMPTY BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of torture (not described), blood, dissassociation, mention of injuries sustained by torture (very briefly glossed over ie. mentions of cuts, bruises, broken bone), fluffy bits, flashbacks, please let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 5.1k (I wanted to make you all less mad at me, but I might have done the opposite)

A/N: THIS IS A HEAVIER CHAPTER AND I DO INSIST THAT MINORS FUCK OFF AT THIS POINT. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Masterlist >> Part 14 >> Part 16

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Bear closed her eyes, tuning out the sounds of fist on flesh echoing through the little cell. Starbursts of pain splintered through her exhausted body, the fight trying to leave her with every screamed word in Urdu, every fist that was thrown, and every kick that landed against her already battered body.

Her gear had been stripped from her, discarded somewhere in the desert, leaving her in just her undershirt and pants. All her weapons were gone. Even the non-weapons that she could have used had been taken. Her belt had been used against her, she had open wounds to prove that. Her boot laces were also gone, having been shredded and thrown on the floor in front of her. She was defenseless, left hanging from her arms, toes just touching the now blood-spattered floor.

Bear was trapped. There were no two ways about it. Since her sacrifice for her team and Jake, she had been here, enduring the fists and curses of enemies that she had sworn to destroy. That sacrifice was 16 days ago. Five days ago, she had turned one of her boot laces into a garrotte, killing three men, before getting not quite a kilometer away. She had been hauled back by her hair, body bruised and scraped by the sand, being dropped in front of the man who had taken charge. He had been disorganized since the start, temper balancing on the edge of a knife.

He had screamed at her. Berating her. And thanks to the limited Urdu she knew, all Bear could figure out was that his boss was dead, and that she would tell them who did it. However, she had put the final bullet in their missing leader’s body as she and her team burst through the doors of the bunker in the basement of al-Hameed’s compound days ago. Not that she was going to tell him that. All she had said was her service number, over and over and over. 175-66-23. It had become a mantra that she repeated, frustrating him even more.

But her team. Shit. Was her team okay? Had they made it back after she blacked out? Had Jake survived? The only reason she was here was because he needed her to buy them time. God, if Jake was gone… no. NO! She couldn’t think like that. Not here, not now. “Think Bear,” she urged mentally, eyes seeing the knife that had been dug out from somewhere. “Think about Jake. What about that one night?”

Distantly, she felt the red-hot pain, but mentally, Bear was back in her office, pouring over files.

There was a knock at her door, making her glance up. It was late. Damn near 2100, everyone had gone home. So who was this? “Come in!” She called out, closing her folder.

The door opened and it was Jake, holding something? “Hey Teddy, hope I didn’t disturb you.”

She shook her head, smiling at him. “You didn’t. Why are you here, it’s late.”

“You’re still here,” he countered, smirking at her as he leaned against the doorframe. “But I brought dinner. Figured you hadn’t eaten yet because you are in the same position I saw you in before I left.”

Bear made a face. Come to think of it, she hadn’t eaten. Like clockwork, her stomach rumbled, making Jake chuckle. “…there might be some truth to that,” she admitted, taking in the sight of him standing in her doorway. She knew she shouldn’t stare, but the plain black tee and dark jeans were doing something for her. Bear gave her head a minute shake before gesturing to the chair in front of her desk. “You wanna sit? I don’t think I’ve spoken to anyone since training this afternoon.”

“Sure. Thanks.” Jake slid into the chair, crossing one foot over his knee as he leaned forward to try and sneak a peek at what Bear was working on.

“Hey!” Bear flapped the closed file at him. “Get your nose out of there! You don’t need to know that!”

Jake sat back with a chuckle. “Okay, okay. I won’t look at… munitions reports?”

Bear stared at him, one eyebrow raised. The look on his face made her burst out laughing. “I-I-I’m sorry!” she wheezed, one hand coming up to wipe her eyes. “God I pity Maverick some days. He only has 12 of you but the shit you pull?” She kept laughing, Jake watching in amusement.

“Okay, okay, okay. Here. Eat something before you pass out.” Jake slid the glass container across her desk, a fork sitting on top.

She looked at him curiously. “What is it?”

“Just eat.”

Bear opened the container and nearly moaned at the smell. The smell of oregano and melted cheese wafted out, filling the air around her. Digging in, she couldn’t help herself as a small groan slipped out. “What is this?”

“My mom’s pasta bake. Figured it was a safe bet since you devoured that pizza a week ago,” Jake replied, smiling at her. In his head however, he was struggling. The sound Bear made? God he wanted to find a way to hear those again and again for the rest of his life. “Plus, it saved my ass more than once.”

“Oh yeah?” Bear asked around a mouthful of pasta. Chewing quickly, she swallowed and repeated herself, making Jake laugh. “What?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” he told her. “You just look cute.” Jake grinned as the tips of her ears reddened, spreading down to her neck.

Bear was yanked from her memory by the sound of the cell door slamming shut. She felt the cuts on her body, miniscule in nature, but full of bright sparking pain. It physically hurt her to come out of her mind, but she was thankful for the reprieve it gave her.

The men had left, at one point letting one hand hang loose so she could eat. Someone must have pointed out that she was no use to them if she died because they didn’t feed her. She didn’t want to eat, but Bear knew she needed to. How else would she have enough energy to fight to free herself? So she grabbed the piece of flatbread that sat nearby, using her teeth to tear off pieces as she held it with her free hand.

Not even 20 seconds after she finished eating, one of the men came in and cuffed her wrist back up again before leaving as suddenly as he came in. Left alone to her thoughts once again, Bear felt her thoughts wandering to her team. She hoped that Priya was managing okay. Her second was a natural leader, but under the circumstances of her taking control? That was a whole new set of challenges. And she knew that. Bear had taken control of a spiraling operation after her Commander had been killed, and as the highest ranking member of the group, she became the boss. That had been the defining factor in her promotion to take permanent leadership as the Commander of Seal Team 3.

But was her team okay? Was Jake alive? What about the Daggers? She had more questions than answers right now and it drove her crazy. So like dimming the lights, Bear let those thoughts fade away into a kinder memory, chasing her doubts and fears back behind the curtain where they had taken up a near permanent residence.

In this memory, Bear saw herself on the beach, sitting on the sand and wrapped in a blanket. She had been unable to fall asleep after the day’s training. It had forced her to realize that someone was likely not coming home alive and that realization would always hurt. Operations were designed for minimal friendly casualties while maximizing enemy elimination, and none of the scenarios that she had run today created less than ten casualties on the breaching team. It was humbling, the realization. Her team was her family away from her parents. She had no one else.

She didn’t know how long she had sat there, lost in her thoughts, planning out possible drills and other tactics, until someone tapped her on the shoulder, startling her. In her mind, all she could think was ATTACKER and the other person soon found themself flat on their back in the sand with Bear’s arm pressed to their throat. “Teddy!”

Blinking, Bear looked down and saw Jake underneath her, his green eyes wide in a combination of what looked like fear and something she couldn’t quite make out. She jolted back, still straddling his hips but giving him room to sit up. “What the actual fuck?! Did anyone tell you not to sneak up on me?”

Shaking the sand out of his hair, Jake gave her a sheepish look. “Phoenix might have mentioned it once…”

She just shook her head in disbelief. “Unbelievable… You idiot! I could have killed you!”

Jake made a face before yelling back “BUT YOU DIDN’T!”

Bear just stared at him, before starting to laugh. She knelt back in the sand, her weight still resting on his lower thighs as she laughed until she cried.

“Jeez. Didn’t think I was that funny, Teddy,” he remarked, beginning to laugh with her. “Gotta admit, thought I was gonna die for a few seconds there.”

He was met with a flat stare in such contrast from the laugh that had come from her moments earlier. “If I was armed, you would be walking away with a scar at best,” Bear admitted with a wicked grin.

“And at worst?”

Bear shrugged. “At worst, I would be burying your body on the beach.”

Her nonchalant tone sent a shiver down Jake’s spine at the look in her eyes that accompanied it. Her brown eyes glimmered in amusement that seemed to shine in the moonlight, and Jake felt himself fall just a little more in love with her. “Good to know, Teddy. Good to know.”

Bear only winked at him, before realizing her position on top of him. “Shit. Sorry, I’ll move,” she said, her voice suddenly small.

“Teddy,” he said, catching her wrist, his large hand wrapping around her arm and squeezing once gently. “I don’t mind, honest.”

“But if someone saw us, I could lose my job, Flyboy.”

Jake chuckled at her antics. “Bear. It’s the middle of the night, and we are out in the middle of a random beach on miles of coastline. We’re fine.”

The soothing tone of his voice was enough for Bear to settle back down on his legs, shaking her head at him. “I’m blaming you though. If someone does see us.”

“I’ll take all the blame, Teddy. Jus’ keep sittin’ pretty.”

Suddenly, Bear was thankful for the darkness around them. Her cheeks flushed pink and she hid her face in her shoulder, trying to avoid the intensity in the green eyes of the man in front of her. It was a very significant change from the usual confidence she exuded, and it made Jake grin, having discovered this part of her. “So,” she finally spoke. “What are you doing out here this late?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?” Jake still had Bear’s wrist in his hand and he let his thumb trace shapes over the back of her hand, reveling in the softness of her skin despite the job she did.

“Me neither,” Bear whispered, her breath hitching at the gentleness at which his hand touched her. It had been awhile since she had been touched with anything but aggression. The Seals weren’t a profession that believed in coddling and she had quickly abandoned hope at ever finding that gentleness again. But here was Jake. Fucking Hangman. An arrogant asshole that supposedly only cared for himself. At least that was the word on base. “Shit,” she thought. “I can’t be doing this.” But she stayed where she was, eyes drifting over to watch the ocean ebb and flow, taking with it her anxiety and worries.

Jake watched her, noticing the shift in her body language, how her shoulders lost the tension that always seemed to be resting there. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

He watched Bear shrug. “Everything, nothing,” she commented distractedly, still staring at the ocean. “Being in charge is hard.”

“That so?”

“Yeah.” She paused, shaking her head a little. “My mom always told me that I was too determined for my own good. That one day, if I wasn’t careful, I’d get hurt. It’s funny how it’s just settling in.”

“And what about your dad?” Jake asked softly, like he was trying not to disturb her. She was warm somehow in the cold night air, the skin under his palm radiating an unexpected heat.

Bear grinned at him. “I don’t have one. I have two moms, Flyboy.”

Jake blinked. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” she teased. “Surprised?”

“A little. But it makes sense,” he admitted. “They anything like Nix?”

Bear hummed. “I don’t know. My mama, yes to a degree. My mom, no. I don’t know how to explain it, but they always warned me that sometimes I flew too high. I just hope they aren’t right.”

Jake’s heart panged with sympathy. “There’s nothin’ wrong with being ambitious. Look at you. You’re incredible, the first female Seal Commander in years, 60 kills to your record. Plus you’re a nice person so…” he trailed off, watching her blush climb up to her ears.

“Stop. You’re just saying that.”

“Hell no. Look at me,” Jake let go of her wrist to turn her face back to his, catching how her face heated and her gaze dropped his, choosing to look at his collarbones. “Look at me. I don’t give compliments often, so this is a little out of character for me, but that voice in there,” he tapped his finger against her forehead, “That voice needs to learn to shut up, because you have done this, you can do this, and you will bring them all back. Trust yourself. I do.”

Bear finally met his gaze, eyes wet with unshed tears. “Fuck you for knowing what to say,” she chuckled, trying to play it off.

“I mean it.” Jake’s gaze was firm but kind, eyes trying to convey the feelings he had for Bear, whether or not they were reciprocated. She needed encouragement and he was more than happy to offer it.

Bear’s head was swimming, Jake’s words mixing with her thoughts. They felt like slipping into cool water during a hot day, a balm to a bruise she hadn’t known was there. “Thank you,” she whispered, stifling a yawn. “I needed that.”

His face split into a familiar cocky grin. “I told you,” he crowed into the darkness, heart seeming to swell as she laughed, head thrown back before she wobbled and placed a hand to steady herself against his chest. She was beautiful, mirth making her eyes sparkle. Then again, she was always beautiful. Even at 2 am in the darkness as the ocean wind whipped her hair around. “Now grab your blanket, my truck’s back there. I have a constellation I want you to see.”

And she followed. They had fallen asleep in the bed of his truck, woken by the sun’s first morning rays, the two of them having been drawn together in sleep. Bear had a glimpse of Jake at peace and it stopped her heart as she took in the gold threading through his hair, the slow rise and fall of his chest, and his warmth. The sun painted him in gold, wreathing his head in fire like a matching crown to the one that opened in her heart as she took him in.

It was simple. It was peaceful. Yet Bear vowed, swore with every fiber that she would make sure that both of them returned home. It wasn’t possible for her to survive without Jake’ gentleness, his kindness.

So in the ever-growing sunlight, Bear memorized every freckle, every detail of Jake’s sleeping face. If she couldn’t have him, then at least she could have the memories. She was drawn from her thoughts at the sound of Jake’s deep voice seeming to crackle through the stillness of the morning. “Y’re starin’.”

Bear only smiled, letting Jake grab hold of her and pull her into his arms. She hummed, wiggling a little before settling and dozing off under the rays of the new day’s sun, letting both its warmth and that of the man beside her lull her back into sleep.

The clanging of the cell door jerked her back to reality. A small child stood in the concrete room, his eyes wide in fear. He couldn’t have been more than eight. He held something out to her, but in the darkness, she couldn’t make out what it was. In broken English, the little boy spoke. “Is key. To the cuffs.”

“What?” Bear asked, confused as to why this child would help her, but even more so at what a child was doing here. If the light was better, maybe then she would have recognized him as the child from the compound that Flare had spotted and pointed out. But the limited light cast his face in shadow, obscuring that detail.

“Soldier.” He pointed at her. “Friend.” Then he pointed out the door where the sounds of drunken shouting echoed down the hall. “Bad men. They hurt my mama.”

Bear’s heart hurt for this little boy. He was too young to know the things he did. Too young to be here. And here he was, trying to save her. “Thank you. What’s your name?” she whispered, watching the entryway closely.

“Amir,” he said shyly.

“Hi Amir. You can call me Bear.” She smiled at him, unable to do much else. “Can you climb on that chair,” she told him, pointing at it. “And give me the key?” Amir nodded, scrambling quickly to the chair and passing her the key. Bear clutched it in her fist, giving him a nod. “Thank you.”

“I go,” he said, pointing at the door.

“Bye,” she whispered, giving him a little wave, which he returned before he snuck out the door and closed it behind him.

Bear began to plan. She had a key to the bars that caged her in, an unlikely and secret ally, and nothing to lose. Her team had no idea where she was. Hell, Bear had no idea where she was, all she knew was that she was getting out, hopefully soon, when the opportunity presented itself. For now though, she shut her eyes and tried to get some sleep to keep her strength up. She was going to need it.

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Surprisingly, the men let her sleep. Maybe it was because they had been absolutely drunk off their asses the night before, but when they entered her cell, the sun was already high in the sky and her cell had begun to feel like a sauna.

“Who killed him?” One of the men demanded as Bear slowly lifted her head. She blinked away sleep, opening one eye against the brightness in the cell.

“I don’t know.” Bear had been saying those words for the better part of two weeks now. She was exhausted, infection was setting in and it had become harder and harder to fight back. “I don’t know.”

The man cackled, saying something to his friend in Urdu. The tone of his voice made her skin crawl and it didn’t take a translator for Bear to grasp the concept of which he was speaking to her so crudely. “He said you knew. He said the…” the man paused, stumbling over the English wording “…informant was right”

“Who said that?” Bear was intrigued and frightened. Someone knew her moves, her play. Someone had told these men that she knew something about who had killed al-Hameed, and considering it had been her bullet, this was a big problem. That meant that someone was a mole and since only her people had informants out of the teams, it had to be someone on her team.

Oh fuck. The realization was sobering. Betrayal, especially one of this caliber, was nearly unheard of. Her team was loyal and Bear would stake her life on that fact, except now she had and it appeared that she had no more moves to make.

“We ask the questions. Not you,” the man snapped, poking her in the chest directly over a cut and Bear struggled not to react. Her ribs screamed as the man put more and more pressure over the cuts and bruises that littered her torso. She was able to get her foot up, kicking him hard in the ribs and watching with barely concealed rage the look that flashed over his face.

This man wanted to hurt her. Wanted to hear her scream and she would not do him the pleasure. So when he stormed forwards, his fist raised to punch her, Bear slipped back through the curtain in her mind that replayed memories, drawing solace in the steady quiet.

It had been a random Tuesday when Bear found out that Jake hadn’t seen her favorite Marvel movie. “I’m sorry but that’s unacceptable, Flyboy. How can you not have seen it?”

Jake had shrugged. “I don’t know. I just haven’t.” Bear was giving him shit and yet he still had the biggest smile on his face. It was funny watching a Navy Seal lose her mind over the fact he hadn’t seen a movie. “But I’m sure I could be persuaded to watch it, Teddy.”

“I hope so. As far as I’m concerned, this is treason.” Bear was grinning like an idiot, but trying to remain serious. However Jake’s smirk and the sparkle in his eyes were forcing her to reevaluate her intentions. “Tonight. If you have nothing else going on, watch it with me.”

“What time?” The words flew out of Jake’s mouth as soon as Bear finished speaking, surprising the Hell out of both of them. “Sorry. Let me try that again. No, I'm not doing anything. I’d love to watch The Winter Soldier with you. What time do you want me there?” Jake said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck in effort to regain his lost dignity.

Bear chuckled, her own blush rising in her cheeks at Jake’s eagerness. “What works for you?” she asked, shifting her weight to her other leg, before tugging at the straps of her vest, trying to pull it off.

“I can be over around 6?” She knew that he was staring at her, watching as her shirt rode up when she pulled off the gear and it made her smirk a little as she did.

She grinned, shuffling the vest off, and folded it over her arm. “6 sounds great. Bring snacks.”

Jake’s split wide into an excited smile. “Popcorn?”

“Nah. I’ve got some. Just bring whatever you want for snacks, I’ll get pizza,” Bear told him. She was trying to hide her own grin, but was failing to keep the excitement from dancing in her eyes. After their conversation on the beach, she and Jake had become closer, sharing inside jokes and stifled laughter as they met up for coffee on weekends and slowly grew to know the other person. The only thing Jake didn’t yet know was her actual name.

A cracking sound shattered the memory she was hiding in. The pain that erupted in her side told her that at least one rib was broken, but Bear knew that she would prove to be a useless captive. Unwilling and determined to keep her secrets. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t scared. God no. Bear was terrified. Terrified for herself, for Amir. Afraid and worried about her team, if they were coming for her or if they too had discovered this mole within their organization.

“Who. Killed. Him.” The man, she’d heard whispers that his name was Saif, was insistent, demanding answers from the woman who remained silent, eyes glazed over like she wasn’t present.

“175-66-23,” Bear wheezed out, a look of defiance filling her eyes “175-66-23.”

“I warned you.” And Bear watched him flinch as she shook out her leg, taking that fraction of a second to grip the key in her hand before sliding into her memories once more.

She found herself sitting on her couch with Jake, the two of them bantering over the best Marvel characters as the movie sat paused on the TV screen. “Nope. No way. I like Tony. But he is not my favorite!” Bear argued, eyes wide and blinking at Jake, who wore his signature shit-eating grin.

“Is that right?”

“Yes!” She stared at Jake, watching the amusement flicker across his face, noting the smirk and Bear gasped in mock horror. “You’re just trying to get a rise out of me!”

Jake leaned closer, wiggling his eyebrows. “I think I did get a rise out of you,” he told her. He had once again gotten lost in her eyes, watching humor sparkle through them. But he was too late to catch the flicker of smugness before a handful of popcorn hit him in the face. “Hey!”

Bear laughed, ducking as Jake tossed him popcorn at her. A piece hit the end of her nose, making her scrunch it up at the feeling. “Jake! You got popcorn everywhere!”

“And you didn’t?” He fired back. “You started this mess.”

“Oh sure, blame the host,” Bear snarked back, but the look on her face was playful and teasing. She loved the banter that she had with Jake, loved how his face lit up when she challenged him. Bear had gathered that not a lot of women did that right from their first meeting at the Hard Deck weeks ago.

“Well, if the shoe fits…” Jake trailed off, picking a piece of popcorn off of her shirt and eating it. He was having the time of his life and he watched as the look on Bear’s face went from amused to mischievous. She lunged at him, tickling her fingers into his sides, laughing loudly as he shrieked, trying to bat her hands away.

Bear had the upper hand for a good five minutes until Jake snuck his hand under her shirt to tickle her side, laughter rippling from him as the woman before him screeched. She tried to push herself from the couch, desperate to escape his torment. But all it took was Jake’s other hand to grab her hip and pull her back down half under him as he continued his assault.

Her pleas for mercy were broken up with wheezing giggles and Bear couldn’t gather herself enough to fight back against Jake, who was struggling to breathe due to his laughter at the look on Bear’s face. “Ooookay! Okay! Okay! Stop iiiiiittttt!” she finally managed to squeal, shoving her hand in his direction, batting away his hands.

Jake relented, watching as Bear took a deep breath, still giggling. “What?” She said, watching the look on his face soften.

“Nothin’, jus’ you underestimated me,” Jake replied. “You might be a badass Navy Seal, but I have younger siblings and nieces and nephews. I can and will win a tickle fight.”

Bear grinned from her position on her back. She was halfway off of the couch, her lower back on the armrest. The only reason she wasn’t on the floor was Jake’s hand gripping her hip. He was basically holding her in place, and Bear would be lying if that show of strength didn’t make her a little hot under the collar. But there was no way that that little detail would ever be realized. Jake didn’t see her like that. Why would he? So she pushed it away. “Guess I did.”

“Did I hear you right?” Jake asked, giving her a feigned wide-eyed look. “Did a US Navy Seal just say that she underestimated little ole me?” He pitched his voice up at the end, trying to get her to laugh. And she did. The sound seemed to echo inside his mind and Jake found himself wanting to record it. Just so he could treasure the laughter she gave him when so many people didn’t have the pleasure.

“Shut up,” Bear shot back, trying to curb her giggles. “God damn, I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard.”

Jake just grinned at her, his thumb absentmindedly swiping softly along the small patch of skin that had been revealed when her shirt rode up. “You should do it more.”

Butterflies erupted in her stomach at his words and Bear knew that her cheeks had gotten pink again. Something about Jake just flustered her and she had been struggling to hold herself together since that first training session she’d organized. “Laugh?”

“Mmm.” The sound of his hum sent a shiver down her spine as Bear took note of their current position. She shuffled a little, trying to get back on the couch, but her foot knocked against Jake’s knee, sending him tumbling face first into her lap. “Shit, sorry,” Jake apologized, his words slightly muffled against her thigh.

“N-no you’re fine,” Bear stuttered. Internally however, she was screaming. Jake was in her lap. Jake. Hangman. That one blond pilot. Fuck, how long had it been since she’d been touched? “Based on that reaction,” she thought, “Too fucking long.”

Jake, on the other hand, was dying. He had practically thrown himself forwards into Bear’s lap when her foot had kicked his knee. If he had put a little more into the fall than necessary, he wasn’t about to tell. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” Bear’s voice was considerably less shaky than it had been moments before, but she knew that her face was bright red from what had just transpired. “I’m sure. We should uh… probably finish the movie.”

He turned his head, from where he’d been facing the TV, to look up at Bear. “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope.”

They had finished the movie in that position, Jake laying with his head pillowed on Bear’s thigh as he lay between her legs, while Bear ran a cautious hand through his hair. Unbeknownst to her though, Jake had melted the moment Bear’s hand tugged gently through his hair, carefully picking through the knots that had dried in while they had been goofing off. He was absolutely, irrevocably in love with her. There were no two ways about it. Jake promised himself at this moment, if Bear wanted him, he’d be hers.

The clanging of the cell door pulled Bear once more from her reverie. This time, her breath punched out of her chest as the pain she’d avoided hit her in full force, nearly making her puke. They had been rougher than usual. Something wasn’t adding up, and if she were a betting woman, she would place her money on whoever it was funneling information to them. But she knew that she couldn’t take much more of this. Her palm hurt from the key’s teeth digging into her skin and she vowed to free herself tonight.

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A/N: Do I need to hide or am I safe? Big big thank you to @startrekfangirl2233 @sarahsmi13s for proofreading and all the love to @dakotakazansky who helped me do some restructuring!

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Agent Kennedy, Part 8

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader

Takes place during Chris'second chapter in re6

Warnings: Violence, death (Finn... 🥺)

Part 7 > Agent Kennedy, Part 7

This is the last part before a little break and yes, I had to include Finn in the chapter cover because he absolutely did not deserve to die

"I already gave the pilot the coordinates." Chris told Sherry, he had ordered one of Echo team's pilots to take Sherry and the man to safety.

"Thank you so much for your help." Sherry said, she glanced back at the man before the two started to walk away.

"Hey... Hey!" Chris called out, getting the man's attention. "Have we met?"

"You jarheads all look the same to me pal, sorry." The man said as he walked backwards, Sherry glanced between the man and Chris.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Piers muttered, trying to charge at the man but you stopped him.

"My mistake." Chris called out before he looked at Sherry. "Have a safe flight."

Sherry nodded and turned to catch up to the man. They entered the aircraft and it took off. Piers pushed away from you and looked pissed before he approached Chris.

"Captain, we're crazy for letting him walk away! How many men have we lost to mercenaries like him!" Piers said, he had a point but taking the man in wasn't worth the trouble if he was under government protection.

"He's not our problem. We can't lose sight of the BSAA's mission." Chris replied calmly, you were a little shocked Chris didn't yell at Piers.

Chris walked away, the rest of the soldiers stayed behind a bit, you included. You were waiting for Piers to do or say something and possibly have to put him in his place. He's done it a few times in training, based off what Chris and some other soldiers have told you. This ended up making you the person who controlled his anger.

"To fight bioterrorism, sir." Finn said, trying to bring some light to what had just happened.

"I know what we're here for, rookie." Piers snapped back, glaring at Finn.

Finn's smile dropped as he backed off a bit. That was what made you fess up.

"Nivans. Knock it off. You say another harmful thing towards a teammate and I'll write you up when we get back to the base." You said, stopping Piers from catching up with Chris.

Piers stared at you, his expression was both shock and anger until he just sighed and nodded. You stepped back a bit before jerking your head a little, signaljng everyone to head to the City Hall.

Soldiers went in first before you, Chris, and Piers walked in. The area was quiet, which was a bit alarming.

"Okay, spread out. Search this place top to bottom." Chris ordered but stopped in his tracks when he entered the hall.

The room was filled with human-like shapes but they were all stuck in some tough material. You pulled out a device that was able to pick up any alive thing in the area.

"Are these... people?" Finn asked, he sounded terrified but no one was gonna blame him.

The radar showed you that everyone trapped still had a heartbeat. "Picking up life-form readings. It's like they're in cocoons." You said as you stared at one, expecting it to do something. You moved away when nothing happened.

"Over here! I'm getting a reading on the other side of this door!" Finn called out, he had managed to get to the top of the stairs.

"Piers, (Y/N), Finn - you're with me. Everyone else, keeping searching out here." Chris ordered, running up the stairs.

You followed behind Piers since you struggled a little to put the radar away. A soldier reported something to HQ about temporary splitting up but you weren't paying attention. The room Finn found readings in had a few people in cocoons as well, but one of them got impatient.

"One of them's hatching, sir!" Piers shouted as a cocoon hatched.

What was inside of it was a B.O.W. It wasn't as big as the other ones but it was still big enough to be intimidating.

"Call it in the HQ!" Chris ordered as he, you, and Piers jumped down to fight it.

"Roger!" Finn replied, staying on the balcony and shooting the B.O.W. from there.

After a little bit of fighting the first one, another one hatched. You had the unfortune of getting hit by one. It knocked you down and winded you so you could breathe for a moment. Piers say it and ran to you, pulling you off into a corner and covering you.

"You okay?" Piers asked, glancing back at you.

"Mhm..." You hummed, still catching your breath.

Once the B.O.W.s were killed, you tried looking for your bow. You found it shattered along with some broken arrows. You sighed but just continued on. You told Chris but said you'd be fine with just your knife.

You four came across another room to find a bunch of empty syringes scattered on the floor. Piers knelt down and picked one up.

"Captain." Piers said, showing Chris the syringe.

"'C-Virus.'" A woman's voice said, causing the three men to aim their guns in her direction. The woman walked out of the shadows and held her hands up, she was wearing a blue dress with a red scarf. "That's what the guerrillas were calling it. Nice to see the cavalry's here."

"Who are you?" Piers asked, not lowering his gun and inch.

"I work here. My name's Ada Wong. They held me hostage." Ada informed, something about her tone didn't fit. Normally hostages are scared out of their minds when things like this happen, but not Ada.

"C-Virus. That must be what's creating those J'avo." Chris said, leaning towards you a bit and lowering his gun a bit.

"Yeah, I heard them saying something about that." Ada said, shrugging a bit.

"What else did you hear?" Piers asked, he definitely found Ada suspicious.

"Maybe you could put your guns down first?" Ada asked, lowering her hands and walking forward a bit.

Chris, Piers, and Finn aimed their guns at Ada again, causing her to stop.

"Not until you give us a reason to." Chris responded, Ada sighed and held her hands up again.

"Neo-Umbrella." Ada said, as if you guys were supposed to know what the hell that meant.

"Neo-Umbrella?" Chris asked, he seemed to have an idea what it meant but was still confused.

Sure, there was the Umbrella Corporation in Raccoon City all those years ago, but Umbrella's been silent for over ten years now.

"The organization supporting the guerrillas. Or at least I think that's what they were calling themselves." Ada informed, the information seemed to be a lot from a hostage.

"So the C-Virus came from them." Piers said, lowering his gun a little.

"That's all I know." Ada said, but it sounded like she knew more.

"Thank you. We appreciate your cooperation." Chris said, lowering his gun completely. The other men do the same. "Finn. You're in charge of keeping her safe." Chris ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Finn responded, walk up to Ada and waiting for Chris to order where to go next.

Chris turned to you and Piers before whispering, "Keep an eye on her." It relieved you that you weren't the only one suspicious of Ada.

"Will do." Piers replied as you nodded. You glanced back at Ada, who crossed her arms in front of her stomach.

"We found one of the staff. Returning to the foyer now." Chris reported to HQ, but they didn't respond.

"Come on. I'll show you a quick way back to the entrance." Ada said, leading you guys to a hidden door.

When the door opened, you were met with the sound of gunfire and yelling along with the sight of those B.O.W.s that had hatched.

"Shit! They're everywhere!" Chris said, stepping into the room with you and Piers. Finn stayed behind a little with Ada.

"We'll never get out!" Finn yelled, his fear clear as day now.

"Everyone, get to the second floor! The foyer's too dangerous!" A soldier yelled from the top of the second floor stairs.

Everyone ran, ditching the B.O.W.s with their only focus is to get out alive.

"There's a way out on the second floor. I suggest we take it." Ada said, opening a passage in the middle of the second floor wall.

You glanced at Piers as it opened with a questioning look, he did the same before running through the passage. You ended up on the other side of the broken balcony in the room you first found the B.O.W.s in.

"Your friends are having a hard time." Ada said, a smug expression on her face.

Chris ignored her, you were about to say something before Piers beat you to it. "Ma'am, please, just try to stay out of the way." Piers said, his response was a lot nicer than what yours would've been.

A new type of B.O.W. must've hatched because they were attacking your team now. They looked like giant lizards. They weren't as dangerous as the other ones but they were more annoying since they were faster.

Once they were taken care of, Ada walked on ahead to the only accessable door in the room.

"This door leads to the warehouse next door. We can get outside through there." Ada said, opening the door.

You all followed her, there were a few B.O.W.s but now that the whole team was helping, it was much easier. You all entered a new room and were about to move one when Piers noticed Ada missing.

"The woman - she's gone. Finn!" Piers yelled, glaring at him.

Finn glanced back panicked to see Ada missing. "I don't know what happened. She was here a second ago!"

Just then, a gated fence prepared to fall down above you, Chris, and Piers. You three dodged out of the way. The door to the other side of the soldiers also shut, trapping them. Ada came into the light from the other side with a smirk on her face, making your blood boil.

"Ada!" Chris yelled, clearly angry at her too.

"Thanks for the escort. Here's something to remember me by." Ada said before throwing a metal ball into the room.

The ball opened to reveal a bunch of syringes before they all shot out, hitting every soldier in the next. All of them yelled in pain from the sting but then started yelling from pain of something else. They were infected with the C-Virus.

"No..." Chris muttered, realizing the same thing. "No, goddammit! No!" Chris banged on the fence as he tried to get it to open.

Piers looked away while you put your hand over your mouth. Finn had stumbled up in front of the fence and his body became engulfed with fire, you had to try and help him.

"Finn, hang in there!" You called out, leaning against the fence.

"Not like this!" Chris yelled as Finn tried to stand up and walk towards you.

"Captain!" Finn called out as the fire started to form a cocoon around him.

"No, goddammit!" Chris yelled, banging the fence with his hand again.

"Finn!" You yelled, reaching through the fence to try and grab him before the cocoon closed in around him.

Chris fell to his knees while you just rested your head against the bars and relaxed your arm. You heard a sound and looked up, seeing Finn's cocoon hatch into one of those B.O.W.s. You backed away a little as Piers grabbed Chris' attention.

"Captain, we gotta move!" Piers said, the B.O.W. almost completely out of its cocoon.

Chris looked up and got back on his feet, you stood behind Piers and Chris since you had no weapons. The fence opened as the others hatched, Chris and Piers aimed their guns at the B.O.W. hunting you down.

"Now! We gotta go!" Piers ordered, backing away as the B.O.W. caught up.

Chris hesitated and got grabbed by the monster, Piers didn't fire at it since he didn't want to accidentally hit Chris. The B.O.W. pinned Chris against the wall and hit his chest a number of times before tossing him to the ground, his head hitting the concrete hard.

"Chris!" You and Piers yelled, running to grab him.

"Piers! Cover me!" You yelled, grabbing onto Chris's vest and pulling him away. Piers stood in front of Chris as you picked him up and carried him like you did with the Bravo Team prior. "Don't you die on me, Redfield." You muttered as you turned and ran out an exit, Piers following you.

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offthebandwagon · 9 months

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run (you are nearly there)

Chapter 2

Summary:

12 years old Beatrice lost her entire world when her parents sent her away with Vincent when the world was ending. She woke up to a world she didn't know and had to learn to cope with the loss of her parents while dealing with the world that restarted in the wrong way.

20 years old Beatrice loses Vincent, the one her parents entrusted her to. She wakes up and feels numb. She accepts the condolences of the Cardinals and steels herself for another mission together with the Sister Warriors to find herself face to face with Vincent and an infected girl, Ava Silva.

TLOU AU - where Ava survives after being bitten but they have to keep her under the radar or the Church would kill her.

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Vincent pulls Beatrice into a short but tight hug. “We cannot stay here for long. We have to go.”

There are a hundred questions running through her mind but she agrees. Being this close to the raiders is not a good idea. She looks behind Vincent to see a few others who are looking at her warily. Three of them, all girls. Two of them look more experienced and wary of the sisters but there is a hint of understanding in their eyes. Out of all of them, there’s one who looks too young and too doe eyed to be considered a survivor. Her eyes skitter around, and it lands on Beatrice’s who holds her gaze. She breaks it after a second and retreats behind the two older girls.

Everyone from that group is armed; top to bottom, including Vincent, with various assortment of firearms and blades, but the girl has on a backpack with no weapons visibly equipped.

Beatrice looks over her shoulder and motions for Lilith and Camila to follow her.

“Vincent” Lilith greets curtly as she approaches.

“Lilith,” he offers a smile, “it’s good to see you again.”

“Likewise?” Lilith looks over at Beatrice who shrugs.

Camila nods at him, unsure of the relationship between Vincent and Beatrice but she trusts Beatrice and Lilith. She stays quiet as she follows everyone to the other end of the crumbling building.

The group moves silently. Once they are out of earshot of the raiders, they ease up a little but remain vigilant for the presence of any infected that may be wandering the area. They slip into an enclosed room where the two older girls offer to guard.

Knowing of the relationship between Beatrice and Vincent, Lilith gives Beatrice a gentle squeeze on her arm before taking Camila to scour the room for any usable. Beatrice looks at Lilith and offers a grateful smile.

Vincent motions for Beatrice to take a seat. Beatrice takes a glance at the dusty desk and frowns. No amount of time spent in the apocalypse will make Beatrice comfortable with the dirt and grime of the world. Vincent, on the other hand, has no qualms about lifting himself up onto the dusty table and making himself comfortable. She waits for Vincent to get comfortable before she tilts her head.

He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. The heavy bags under his eyes are much more prominent compared to the last time she saw him. His hair is also turning grey. The man who picked her up and lugged her into the helicopter had darker hair and much broader shoulders.

“I’m sure you have a lot of questions.”

Beatrice says nothing. She stops herself before her emotions could take over.

Where were you? Why did you not come back? I grieved you for months. Why did you leave me alone? Like my parents did years ago? Why didn’t you tell me anything?

Vincent sees the hurt in Beatrice’s eyes, the pain reflecting off the unshed tears. He reaches out but Beatrice steps back, away from Vincent. The initial shock of seeing Vincent has worn off. Vincent sighs again. He stops and gives Beatrice the space she is silently asking for.

“This must’ve been a shock for you. I would explain but we do not have much time. Long story short - I ran away from the church six months ago and I joined the OCS.” He introduces the two older girls guarding the door as Mary and Shannon, and gestures to the younger girl who lingers in the room.

Beatrice has never heard of the OCS; it seems inconsequential at the moment. She nods to get Vincent to continue talking.

“That’s Ava. She’s… untrained.”

Beatrice’s gaze skates over to the younger girl who flinches at the intensity. Her eyes rove over Ava’s frame - short, frail looking and clumsy. She wonders how Ava managed to stay alive for so long. Her eyes snap back to Vincent and she waits for him to continue.

“We are bringing Ava with us because she might be the cure to this madness.”

The cure? The Vatican had been working on a cure for the past seven years since the infection started to devastate the world. Up till today, no one found anything relatively close to a cure, or even a way to delay the symptoms from spreading so quickly.

“Explain.”

“She was bitten-“

Beatrice stiffens. But before she manages to digest the information and make a proper, logical assessment, a loud bang pierces the silence. Their heads turn to Mary who triggers another shot and reloads the shotgun.

“RAIDERS!”

Bullets ricochet off the walls around them. Beatrice instinctively leaves Vincent and regroups with her girls. She redirects her attention to the approaching Raiders. Camila and Lilith simultaneously spring into action, pulling their weapons out and firing. All the noise inevitably attracts more of the infected.

“Brace yourselves!” Shannon yells. The Clickers charge towards the stray Raiders advancing towards their group.

Vincent vaguely promises that Ava is harmless, and he will explain once they deal with the current threat.

“INFECTED!” Mary warns.

The wave of infected forces the raiders to close in on them as they try to outrun the horde. With no other exits, Vincent and the girls retreat into a corner of the building and watch as the infected start tearing the Raiders apart. Blood splatters across the broken walls, and they watch in silence as the Raiders beg them for help against the Infected but no one moves. Shannon has her hand on Ava’s shoulder to keep her low.

Several runners start climbing through the broken windows and cut themselves on the broken glass. Blood drips out of their spore festooned skin as they run manically towards the Raiders. The screams of the once vicious Raiders dwindle into gurgles as blood fills their lungs and their flesh torn.

It quietens once the last of the Raiders dies under the merciless hands of the Infected. The clicking from the Infected unnerves Beatrice but she stays low. Thanks to the infection, the heads of the Clickers had morphed into an unrecognisable growth. The growth inevitably pushed the eyes of the host out, rendering them blind. In place, they developed a form of crude echolocation where they produce clicking and croaking noises to map their surroundings, which earned them their namesake.

Their group assesses the situation wordlessly. The Infected has yet to locate them, after taking down the group of Raiders who were too loud for their own benefit. Vincent looks at the two older girls and nods.

Shannon moves first. She slowly sneaks up behind one of the infected and grabs them by the neck, dragging them down to avoid being seen by the others before applying force, twisting their neck and snapping it. The way Shannon moves with such practised ease makes Beatrice uncomfortable. It triggers some of her memories which she shakes away to focus on the present.

Mary and the other sister warriors move in tandem, each grabbing hold of one infected and taking them down simultaneously. Beatrice pulls one down and snaps their back with her knee. Vincent stays behind, ensuring Ava’s safety. They work their way across the room, quietly taking out the infected one by one. Camila jabs a shiv into the last Runner before shutting the door.

“We should have some time.” Camila turns around and smiles. She immediately resumes scouring the place looking for usable items. Lilith joins her, refusing to be involved in the conversation between her other sister and her pseudo caretaker.

Beatrice trains her eyes on Ava again who immediately steps behind Mary and Shannon. The knowledge of her being infected makes her wary, but Vincent puts his hand on Beatrice’s shoulder and reclaims her attention. He explains how they found Ava a few days ago and she was already bitten. The usual two days it took for people to turn after being bitten had lapsed but Ava is unaffected. They had confirmed it with a bioscanner. The expression on Beatrice’s face spells distrust. With no other way of proving his case, he asks for Ava to come forth. The younger girl eyes Beatrice warily. Shannon gives her an encouraging pat on the shoulder and whispers something to her as she walks over.

Ava slows and hides behind Vincent. An unfamiliar pang of loneliness slams into her chest. The lump in her throat grows as she watches Vincent gently guide her forward before he rolls the sleeve of her left arm to reveal the bite mark. Beatrice’s eyes widen, the grief in her chest temporarily forgotten.

The puncture wound has healed over, and the skin around the wound is ragged and pale. It was a contrast from the usual bites they have seen over the years where red angry boils would start spreading from the bite mark.

Beatrice almost reaches out to touch it but she catches herself and withdraws her hand. The proof is in front of her and she cannot deny that Ava may be the cure to this madness. She sighs before looking at Ava and apologising. For what, Beatrice isn’t sure.

Ava accepts the apology with a frown but keeps her distance from Beatrice. She is, after all, a stranger recently introduced to her. Ava unrolls her sleeve to cover up the bite and retreats to where Mary and Shannon are.

“What was your plan with this?” Beatrice looks at Vincent.

“Nothing,” he pauses, “yet.”

Beatrice resists the urge to roll her eyes. A lack of plan is a suicide plan in this world. Vincent knows it too.

“Ava was not part of our original plans,” Vincent sighs, “look, Beatrice. You know I care about you. But there are things I want to tell you but I can’t. Not yet. Not here, not now. But if you choose to join us, we might have more time for this conversation.”

He doesn’t press, doesn’t guilt her with a speech of how they are trying to change the world and Beatrice is vital to their fight. He leaves her with options.

“I need time to think about it.”

“Of course,” Vincent nods. He steps back and looks over at his shoulder, meets Lilith’s hard gaze with an understanding nod before addressing the three of them, “keep your distance from Sister Frances.”

The warning sends a sharp chill down her back.

“We have to go.” Vincent drops his backpack and pulls out a medallion. He presses it into Beatrice’s hand and leans forward to whisper something into her ear before backing away and motioning for Ava to follow as they slip out of the bloodied door and into the wild.

The medallion rests slack on Beatrice’s palm, its chain dangles off her hand. Her eyes gloss over. She blinks, and wraps her fingers tightly around the cold medallion.

“We should go too.” Lilith approaches gently, breaking Beatrice out of her trance. She notices the faraway look on Beatrice but refrains from commenting. Over the years of training together, she learned that forcing Beatrice would only backfire. She will share when she is ready.

Beatrice nods and pockets the medallion before following Lilith and Camila out the door. She catches sight of Vincent running in the distance with Ava and a deep sadness settles in her heart.

It takes them another two hours to return to the Quarantine Zone. While they manoeuvre around the everlasting threats around them, Beatrice wonders what they should tell the church. There are no records of such acts of savagery. No Cardinals or any of the congregation ever committed such unholy atrocities. They could lie, claim that they were caught by the Raiders and the team perished but that would be discrediting the other Sisters who died because of the cursed Cardinals.

They put their weapons away as they near the guard post. The guards at the entrance of the Quarantine Zone greet them politely and apologise for intruding when the sisters turn around for them to do a virus scan. It is a mandatory rule for everyone stepping into town to be scammed before they are allowed back in, no exceptions. The scanners beep green, and the soldiers bid them good day as they cross the gate into safer territory.

Camila breaks the silence between them.

“So… what are we supposed to tell them?”

Beatrice sighs. She has no answer for the youngest girl. Camila shouldn't have been involved in the mission at all. But when you’re on a suicide mission, there is little to no consideration for who dies. You take down as many people as you can.

Thankfully, Lilith speaks for them.

“We’ll tell them the truth - the Cardinals and the other Sisters perished because we ran into Raiders and the Infected.”

Beatrice catches on, “I agree. Let's stick to that.”

Camila nods. “The infected Cardinals shouldn't have been able to slip through the guards unless they had help. And that someone must be familiar with how the church and the soldiers work.”

Lilith beams at Camila. The smart lass is catching on quickly. She worries for Camila’s well-being, given her inexperience. But Camila is smart, and she's handling the traumatic event pretty well.

They make their way back to the Vatican quietly. The nearer they are to the Vatican, the more ears around. Their suspicion has to be contained for now. A part of her is dying to know the truth from Vincent but she cannot act rashly. Not yet.

Sister Frances frowns at their report. She hurries away and leaves them sitting at the pews for a good ten minutes before returning with Cardinal Duretti.

There are words that Cardinal Duretti is next in line as pope. His popularity with the congregation has been rising steadily throughout the years. Despite the increasing number of rebels and disbelievers, he has managed to retain the church’s followers and beliefs that the church is their salvation in this wretched world. He promises their safety in exchange for their faith in the church, in Him. With all the resources the Vatican has, his words ring true, and so the commoners stay and continue praying for His protection. The elderly man strides into the room and addresses the three sisters, mumbling some prayers for the dead congregation before dismissing them to leave with Sister Frances.

The dismissal raises their eyebrows but they shrug it off. They bid their farewells and retreat to their own sleeping quarters. Camila says her goodbye before entering her own room, leaving Lilith with Beatrice.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Beatrice shakes her head but motions for Lilith to join her in her room. She stays quiet as she retrieves some pen and paper from her drawer before scribbling on them.

‘Don’t worry about me. I am okay. But I’ve had a bad feeling ever since we were called for the mission with Cardinal Foster.’

Lilith takes the other pen and responds.

‘Me too. I felt like we could have saved the rest. But we couldn't have known that the Cardinals were turning.’

‘Vincent found someone who is immune to the infection.’

‘Ava?’

Beatrice nods.

‘The bite on her arm healed. It didn’t spread.’

‘And what was their plan? Did he tell you what happened or why he disappeared?’

‘Didn’t have the time. He told me that he would tell me everything if I see him again.’

‘And how would that happen?’

‘I don’t know. I would probably have to leave and go missing like how he did. Not like they would bat an eyelid to another dead sister.’

Lilith frowns.

‘I care.’

Beatrice pauses at the admission. She knows Lilith cares about her, she cares about the other girl too but they’ve never verbalised it. They silently blame it on the church for how detached they’ve grown to be.

‘I know. But I told him I need time to think about it. He said he could only wait for two days.’

‘Do you trust him?’

‘I do. But I can't just uproot seven years of my life for him who left me alone here.’

‘He might have a reason.’

Beatrice sighs.

‘I’m sure too, but I can't reconcile with the fact that he knows he would be leaving me behind and he chose to do it anyway.’

‘That, and also the Cardinals and Sister Frances have been behaving oddly recently.’

‘Their behaviour is making me anxious. But there's not much we can do except watch each other’s back. We can’t really fight the church.’

Lilith nods and she glances at the clock.

‘I should probably get back before someone grows suspicious. We haven’t been talking at all.’

‘You're right. Please have a good rest and lock your door when you sleep.’

‘I always do. You rest well too.’

Lilith pats Beatrice on the shoulder as she stands up to leave. “Rest well, Beatrice.”

“You too.” Beatrice locks the door after Lilith. She lights a candle and sets the piece of paper on fire. The smell of burnt paper fills the air. It takes her a moment before she opens the window, leaving it open for fresh air to clear out the burnt smell.

Two days. It provides Beatrice the option to sleep the night off and make a decision the next day. Always better to think with a clear mind than one shrouded by emotions.

The day has been exhausting. A seemingly simple and easy mission turned out to be a complete mess because of homicidal Cardinals who think their final act of mercy or act of honour was to kill other devouts. Even if they weren’t devouts, those girls had trained for years together with the church. Seeing Vincent again feels like a fever dream. She can’t tell she’s relieved that Vincent is alive, or she’s mad at him for abandoning her. It’s a blurred line. The day ends with her having to make a decision whether to leave the church, her safe haven for the past few years, or to continue with her life here and continue pretending that Vincent is dead.

She gives no indication of whether she will be leaving to both Lilith and Camila. The church has been suspicious as it is. She doesn’t want to get the two of them involved with whatever Vincent is planning. So she accepts a solo mission that would take her up north the next day and sets off quietly.

The Vatican City remains well maintained while the rest of the surrounding buildings crumble from neglect and abuse. Some of the walls are graffitied with hate messages toward the church. Many buildings probably require maintenance; it's an impossible task. Resources are scarce and prioritised to keep the population alive.

Loud screaming draws Beatrice’s attention to her left where several men in personal protective equipment hover over a family on their knees. With guns in their faces, the family has no choice but to comply or risk death. The youngest clings onto their mother and wails.

“We were just scanned last week! We are clean!”

Beatrice mutters quiet prayers under her breath and tries her best to block out the exchange. She wishes she could do something but under the military law, she risks prosecution if she missteps, even if she’s a member of the congregation. The soldiers at the gate greet her and let her out without hesitation. Beatrice thanks them and keeps her head low as she ventures out of the Quarantine Zone. She passes several Sisters who are tasked to extend the perimeter of the Quarantine Zone. They exchange tired smiles and extend their prayers to Beatrice as she sets on her journey up north.

At the next outpost that belonged to the church, the soldiers let her through easily as well with just a quick bioscan to ensure she’s not infected. She stays out of sight and quickly makes her way from checkpoint to checkpoint, avoiding most of the infected and gangs of known raiders in the area.

Once she starts to stray from the path to her mission, she slips into an abandoned building nearby and strips off her habit and wimple. She folds them carefully and slots them neatly into her backpack. If she plans to stray from her original mission, best for her to not be as easily identifiable as a Sister with the church.

She circles the small outpost around what used to be the Eubion Medical Center. It is now another checkpoint meant for the congregation to rest and take stock. A small number of guards patrol the perimeter, keeping stray Infected and other survivors from accessing. She sneaks further up north towards the circular building with a cross perched on top of it.

Parrocchia Santa Chiara. The Vatican had abandoned the church, citing how the small distance with the Eubion Medical Center is too minor to dispense more resources to maintain. Between the medical centre and the church, they prioritised the medical centre.

What a twist. The church willingly abandoning their sacred grounds.

The remnants of abandoned vehicles line the streets of the once bustling city. Years of neglect allowed the grass and trees in the vicinity to overgrow and circle the church. Shattered glasses and debris littered the area outside the church. Beatrice crouches low and slips between the overgrown shrubs and bushes. Two men stand right outside the doors of the church, armed with firearms. Beatrice spots the scope of a rifle poking out of the makeshift outpost on top of the first level and another pair of eyes scanning the vicinity. The circular shape of the building provided much visibility to those occupying the building, but it also means that more people are needed to cover the perimeter. The lack of manpower allows Beatrice to slip past the peripheral view of those on duty.

She stills and considers her next move. Taking down two men at close distance will definitely attract the attention of those on the outpost. If Lilith was with her, they could probably take the two guards in front of the door but being alone puts her at a disadvantage. There is no other way for her to get through the men without causing a ruckus. Scaling the walls isn’t an option either because the walls are crumbling, and the circular and high walls make it impossible to scale.

The pendant Vincent gave her rests warmly against her skin. She pulls it from under her shirt and lets it dangle on top of her black, skintight tactical gear. It glistens slightly as it catches the sunlight streaking through the leaves.

“FREEZE!”

Beatrice sees a barrel trained on her.

“GET OUT OF THERE AND PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!”

She raises both hands.

“NOW SLOWLY WALK OUT FROM WHERE YOU’RE HIDING!”

Taking small, slow steps, Beatrice emerges from the shade and steps out into the scorching sun. She keeps her head low and waits, catching pieces of murmurs between the men who have their firearm trained on her.

“She’s alone…”

“Not sure… and he said…”

“Mentioned…”

“I… the pendant…”

They turn to Beatrice, “where did you get the pendant?”

“Vincent gave it to me.” Beatrice says.

The armed men consider her for a second before lowering their firearm. Their radio crackles.

“… update?”

Beatrice drops her arms and takes a proper look at them. They’re young. She guesses that they are around her age, maybe slightly older. Their eyes are dull and empty, their skin marred with dirt and exhaustion weighs heavy on their shoulders.

“Tell Vincent it’s her.”

Beatrice holds her breath.

“Clear.”

One of them circles around to take position behind Beatrice as they escort her into the guarded perimeter. “No funny business.”

The heavy gate creaks as it pulls back, revealing the once vibrant paintings of Mariano Villalta as faded murals on the walls. The pews of the church have all been replaced by tables and makeshift beds. She stares at the now muddied and cracked crucifixion for a moment before a familiar voice catches her attention.

“Beatrice!”

The two guards accompany Beatrice steps away when they see Vincent approaching. He thanks them before turning to Beatrice who looks at him expectantly. She spots Mary and Ava resting at one corner of the room. Shannon is not with them.

“I’m glad you decided to join us.”

Beatrice clears her throat and refocuses on Vincent, “I have questions, and it seems like you’re the only one who can provide me with the answers.”

“Yes, of course.” Vincent nods, and his smile drops into a forlorn one.

Before Beatrice catches on to the shift, she feels a sharp pain in her neck. She turns to her right to see Shannon dropping her arm, a tranquiliser gun in her hand. Her attempt to speak is feeble as the tranquiliser seeps into her bloodstream, slowing her movements. She turns back to Vincent who appears to be speaking to her but she can’t hear a thing. The world spins as her vision swims. Despite the fear kicking in, her flight response fails to activate as she feels her legs give way as she collapses.

Vincent catches her before she hits the ground. She vaguely hears him yelling.

“Everybody, clear out. This place has been compromised.”

Her vision goes black.

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