#And he moved a lot so he has to fast again tomorrow night so we can do the labs on sat when they have more people to hold him

[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 2

In which Y/N still thinks her dad doesn’t know about her and Spencer’s relationship. Rossi sets his daughter up on a date at his book signing party….

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, cursing, you’ll probably get second hand embarrassment, Fluff, cute/horny/loveydovey!Spencer, JEALOUS!SPENCER

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

This question caught Spencer off guard seeing as they were literally in the middle of having sex. He paused his movements and looked at her. “Uhhhh no?” He shook his head. “Do you?”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “No. But I’m just trying to figure out the societally acceptable amount of sex to be having.”

With this Spencer busted out laughing. “Do you think we have over the societally acceptable amount?”

She shrugged, smiling up at him. “I mean we have sex a lot but I don’t think too much.”

Spencer chuckled. “Where did this come from?”

Y/N wiggled her hips as Spencer continued his movements, pushing into her over and over again. “Oh fu— it’s just my next door neighbor has like a lot of sex— all the time and it’s loud.” She nodded, moaning in between her words. “Like I was up until four am one night because she was moaning like a fuckin’ diseased cat.”

“How come I’ve never heard her?” He asked, groaning loudly.

Y/N titled head. “Oh so you want to hear her moan?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“What— no!” Spencer exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Kidding!” She hit his shoulder.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next day, Y/N was at her dad’s house baking a bunch of desserts for his book signing party the next day.

“Dad, how many mini strawberry shortcakes did you need?” She asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Um… 10, i think.” He nodded. “Y/N/N, sweetheart can I ask you a question?” He asked.

She cleared her throat. “Sure.” She smiled, wiping the flower off of her forehead.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She froze for a millisecond.

She remembered the text Spencer had sent her two weeks before at the dinner party her father held.

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She licked her lips and glanced at him before busying her hands with mixing the cake batter together. “No, why?” She asked, her voice calm.

He shrugged and leaned on the kitchen island. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “Oh, good.” He smiled. “I have this friend and he has a son. I wanted you guys to meet.”

Y/N swallowed hard and let out a quiet scoff. “Really?” She shook her head, turning around and smiling. “You’re trying to set me up now?”

Rossi shrugged. “I just noticed that you haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I think you would love Benjamin Fitz.”

“Your friends with Eric Fitz and his son?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Eric Fitz was a very… controversial news paper company man. Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes. He always made me look good in the paper.” Rossi joked, strolling over to his daughters side. “So, what do you say? Will you meet Benny?”

If I say no, he’ll definitely catch on.

Y/N smiled tightly and inhaled through her nose. “I-of course! It’s not like I’m seeing anyone so, it should be fun!” She said, internally scolding herself for speaking so fast.

Rossi nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll let Eric know.”

Spencer is gonna fuckin’ kill me

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N shivered as Spencer’s finger tips lightly glided across her back. They were laying in bed just soaking up each other’s company. She had been holding back the fact that she was set up on a date by her father since she saw him.

She could tell Spencer was about to fall asleep because his fingers started to move slower and slowly. “Hey, Spence?” She spoke quietly.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Yeah, baby?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip. “So… I um… my dad— he set me up on a date tomorrow night at his book signing party.”

Spencer’s eyes got wide. “What!?”

The woman sighed and sat up, straddling his thighs. “I— my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him no because then he would find out about us and then he asked me if he could set me up with his friend’s son and I said yes because I thought it would seem like I was seeing someone even though I just told him that I wasn’t.” She spoke very quickly and Spencer found it hard to keep with her words but he got the gist.

“So you’re going on a date with someone else?” He asked, his eyes dropped down.

Y/N tilted her head and she bit her lip. “Aw Spence, no— well yes but no.” She shook her head. “It might be a date for him but it won’t be a date for me. It’s gonna be torture.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “I’m gonna hate every second of it because I won’t be with you, okay?”

Spencer nodded. “W-well… what are you gonna wear?” He asked, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “I will literally show up in sweatpants if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

He pouted a little bit. “You look really sexy in sweatpants.” Y/N giggled quietly.

“I’ll wear a trash bag— a potato sack! Anything you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled, his pouty lips fading away. “I want you to wear…” He thought for a minute. “That pretty white dress that I like on you.”

She quirked a brow. “But you said I look sexy in that one.” She traced circles on his chest.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed her. “I want him to see how sexy you look and I want him to know that he can’t have you.” He whispered. A breath left her lips and she smiled.

She was about to lean in and kiss him again but the ‘diseased cat’ who she shared a wall wit started making noises.

Y/N gasped and slapped Spencer’s chest. “Oh my god! Do you hear!?”

Spencer stopped and listened for a moment before laughing. “Holy shit, why does she sound like that?” He asked through his laughter.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re never gonna be able to sleep now!” She shouted, doubting that cat lady could hear it over her dramatic moans.

Spencer pulled her closer with a smirk. “We’ll just have to show her what pretty noises sound like.”

“Oh my god, please make me scream.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N nervously looked around as she clutched her bag in her hands. She stood by her dad’s signing table. He wasn’t there, he was making rounds but she stood there in her tight white dress, waiting for him to show up with her ‘date’. She rolled her eyes even thinking about it.

Soon, her father and a tall blonde man emerged from the crowd of people and headed towards the table.

The first think she noticed about Benjamin Fitz was that he looked her up and down unashamed.

She gave a fake smile to her father and a head nod to Benjamin. “Bella, you look lovely.” Rossi smiled, hugging his daughter and kissing her on both cheeks.

“This is an amazing turn out, daddy.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. They stood in the rental area of a very fancy wine and dine restaurant. She looked at the blonde man next to her father. “You must be Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He winked and instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her in for a hug. His hands landed on her waist and her eyes widened, pulling away quickly as she laughed it off. “And your Y/N?”

She nodded, glancing at her father who had squinted eyes, observing the two. “Y-yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She said again, looking back at him. She had to admit, he wasn’t ugly.

“You as well, sweetheart.”

Y/N blew air past her lips and she looked around. Rossi cleared his throat. “Oh, I see one of my friends.” He smiled, glancing between his daughter and Ben. “I’ve got to make rounds. Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad.” She gritted her teeth as he walked away.

Ben looked at her. “Where do they keep the booze?”

Be fucking for real.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N had been leaning against the wall listening to Ben talk about being a Lacrosse star in high school and college. She nodded along but she wasn’t really listening.

Suddenly, she saw a very familiar face over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the champagne she was chugging.

“Uh, sorry to stop you there Ben but uh… could you give me a minute?” She asked. She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

Her boyfriend stood in the middle of the room with a book in his hand and a very sexy suit. He looked at her and smiled. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked, looking around to make sure that her father wasn’t there and watching them.

He smiled. “I just so happen to have a book that Rossi hasn’t signed.” He shrugged.

“Oh, really?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Mhm.”

She squinted her eyes. “Not because you want to spy on Ben and I?”

Spencer blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes. “Please. Me? Spying? Nooooo.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I gotta get back to my date so… I’ll see you later.” She winked.

She walked back over to Ben, swaying her hips for Spencer to look at. “Who was that?” The blonde asked.

Y/N sighed. “Oh, just one of my dad’s coworkers.” She shrugged.

Ben scoffed. “That twig is an FBI agent? He’s too tiny.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

That twig’s dick Is most definitely not tiny.

She let out a fake giggle and waved his joke off. “More champagne?” She asked, nodding her head towards the catering woman who walked around with a tray.

“More? Really?” Ben asked. “You must be trying to get me drunk so you can take me home.” He laughed.

Y/N’s tongue slid across her teeth. “Yeah, most definitely not.” She shook her head. The woman walked by her and she snatched a glass off of the tray.

Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Ben stare at his girlfriend like some porn actress.

I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill hi—

“Reid! You made it!”

He snapped out of his jealous daze and looked down at Rossi. “Yes, I did.” He nodded.

Rossi held up his pen and his free hand. Spencer opened the book to the front page and held it up for him. He sighed the book quickly.

Spencer sighed before speaking. “If you knew Y/N and I are together then why did you set her up with him?” He asked, heavily annoyed.

He hummed. “I wanted to see how much she cared.”

Spencer squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled. “I wanted to see if she cared enough about you and your relationship by going out with possibly the biggest pig in the city to to make sure that I didn’t find out about it. I wanted to see if she cared enough to keep you safe.”

Spencer let the corners of his mouth turn up. “Rossi, I love your daughter.” He spoke.

“And she loves you, kid. I Can tell.”

He sighed. “Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want her to be upset or nervous.”

Rossi nodded. “Anything to make my girl happy.” He sighed, watching her roll her eyes as she drank more champagne. “I’ve got more signings to do. See ya, kid.”

He nodded as he walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he saw Ben reach to push her hair behind her ear. She moved away smoothly, playing it off like she had to cough. She kept trying to glance at Spencer without actually turning around.

To: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Meet me in the bathroom in five?

She looked around and saw him before looking back at Ben when she felt her phone buzz. “Sorry, about this.” She shook her head as she dug through her bag for her phone.

From: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Of fucking course

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Their lips were heavy on each other’s. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while she was sitting on the counter.

She moaned so quietly as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her hands grabbed at whatever they could. Her eyes never left his though. That was the one thing he wanted.

“Fuck, Spence—“ Her eyes watered at the immense amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“This is mine— no one else’s.” He grunted. Y/N nodded and bit her lip. “Are you close baby?”

“So fucking close.” She nodded. “You’re- fuck— the only one that gets me there.” She added because 1, it was true and 2, she knew he was feeling a little insecure because of Ben.

Soon, she came on his fingers and shut her eyes, panting. She didn’t have to worry about getting her dress wet because Spencer had pulled it up as soon as they got in there.

Knock knock knock

“Hey is someone in there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she and Spencer recognized the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Uh— it’s just me, dad.” She said, sliding off of the counter making sure that he heels hit the ground silently.

“What are you doing in the men’s restroom and why is the door locked? There’s like forty stall in there.”’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispered. “Uh, I had a woman emergency and someone was in the other restroom.” She nodded her head at Spencer towards the door at the other end of the room. She had no idea what it led to but oh what the hell, right?

Spencer started walking silently towards it as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.

She watched him walk through the door and disappear and sighed. She unlocked the bathroom door and smiled at her dad. “Hi, daddy. Sorry.” She mumbled, walking past him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, Spencer and Y/N laid together in his bed. They were just in each other’s company. Again, his fingers were drawing random patterns on her back as she dozed off.

“Hey, Y/N? Before you go to sleep…” He spoke quietly not to startle her. She hummed and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Thank you for caring.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I love you. I will always care.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Holaaaaaaaa

I love this. Thanks to everyone who loved the first one so much!!!!!

You guys are amazing and I wanna kiss all of you.

Also ask me questions in my ask box!! I would love to answer them :))))

Anywaysssssssssss love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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[angelltheninth]

Arcane Characters Being Your Co-Workers

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, co-workers, flirting, teasing, eating together, cuddles, kissing

A/N: I really hope we hear some Arcane news soon cause I am really, really itching to see these characters again.

Jinx almost never leaves you alone while you're working. She likes poking at you, taking your tools away and then kissing you, both on the cheek and on the lips.

The only time she's calm is when she herself is working away on her gadgets. Even then there's always music in the background, her humming and small sounds of sparks and buzzing. She can sometimes stay in her lab very late but that's why she has a comfy couch there to cuddle on.

"If ya want this back sugar you're gonna have ta give me some sugar. Oh come on, I know ya can do better then that, lay one on me. Or maybe ya'd rather stop working for a bit and move this to the couch? Just to warm ya we're gonna have to pull extra hours."

Vi finds it a bit hard to focus on work at first. He's pretty restless when she works so she needs to keep moving constantly. If she doesn't then she'll walk right over to you and start kissing your neck, that's more fun.

Can stay up longer if she needs to, she always likes walking you home, its one of her favorite things about the two of you working together. If you're both really tired you'll let her sleep over at your place, or she's just saying that as an excuse. After all you're both going to the same place tomorrow and she always waits for you.

"Yeah, I am bored, aren't you? Why do this paperwork when we could be out there putting the hurt on the bad guys. Come on sweet stuff, I know you're hungry for some action too. Or is it... a different kind of action. If you lock that door we could... ouch! Alright, sheesh, I'm joking! Or am I?"

Caitlyn is fully focused on her work, there's very little that can break her concentration and drive once she gets started. She can sometimes get too into her work, almost forgetting you're there.

Knows she should do better but she just can't help herself, she would rather get the work out of the way as fast as possible and then spend the rest of the day with you. She trusts you to tell her when she's going overboard as she has gotten herself sick before due to working too much.

"Just a bit more and I'm done darling. I have a surprise for us tonight, so be patient. Looking at me like that won't get me to talk, you should know this by now. A trade? What kind of trade? Just one kiss? Oh, darling, my secrets are worth much more then that."

Ekko manages his work time really well, and in turn yours. He always makes sure you both have a lot of breaks and enough time to properly eat your lunches and of course some time away for kissing.

Might get a bit distracting working with him when he's covered in grime and oil but he wants to keep you focused on the work. At least for now, you can have plenty of fun later. Loves to cuddle by the window and observe the on goings in the hideout to take his mind off work.

"Break time Firefly! You're gonna work yourself into an early grave if you keep this up. Oh yeah? And if I say you need to stop? I'm not afraid to tear you away from the desk you know. If I can catch you? Hah, doesn't that defeat the point? H-hey, don't just kiss me and run!"

Vander wakes up early, earlier then anyone and open the Last Drop for business. Everyone already knows it opens early so its a rush from early hours of the morning all the way into the night.

Flirty when you're really close to him, leaning over the bar or telling him what drinks need to be made. In general though he likes to keep things professional, as much as he can with his friends teasing him about paying you in many different ways.

"Pay them no mind darlin' they're just being jealous of us. To tell you the truth I don't know which one of us. Don't worry, we can close up early and then I'll take you out to dinner, no kids this time, just you and me. Yeah I mean it this time! I do! They're not gonna follow us this time!"

Silco has a lot of work to do day in and day out so having someone working together with him takes a real load off his shoulders. Not to metion that its a lot more fun to have a pretty face in the office, despite the distractions it might cause.

Pulls you by the wrist and kisses your cheek when you do well or bring him coffee. It took a while for him to get used to having someone to actually work with on equal footing but he can't deny how nice its been too. He wouldn't trade you being here for the world.

"Thank you for the warm coffee darling, it really hits the spot. Did you take some for yourself? You can have a sip of mine then. Oh! Hold on, you've got a little- Hahaha, what's wrong? I thought you liked my fingers."

Sevika hated having you dragging along at first. She works best when she's on her own, with no one weighing her down. She wasn't sure she could trust you to watch her back at first but after seeing you punch out a few people she offered to buy you a drink.

It kind of went from there, she started bringing you along for more jobs and putting more trust in you. Kissed you on impulse when she was out with you and luckily for her you kissed back, otherwise the work dynamic would have gotten real messed up, now its just gonna be more fun.

"Care to make a bet with me sweet thing? Let's see who can take out more of these losers today. You win, you get a kiss from me. I win and I get a kiss from you. Sounds like a good deal to right? Ugh, if you get flustered that easily you're gonna end up losing."

Viktor gets even more serious then usual when he's working. Luckily the two of you are in perfect sync and manage to get things done in a timely manner, which then lets you leave a little bit early.

In the past Viktor was very well known for spending nights at the lab but lately, since getting into a relationship with you, he's developed a healthier working schedule. Loves it when he's looking at the board and walk up behind him and casually hug him around his shoulders. He leans closer so that you can kiss him and then goes back to thinking.

"Be done soon darling, then we can go home. We can pick up some food on the way since we both skipped lunch today. Maybe we can take turns making homemade meals? Sure, we can cook together, I find that I work much better with you by my side anyway."

Jayce sometimes teases you while at work but most of the time he does keep his focus. There have been occasions where he pulls you in his lap saying it helps his concentration but you really doubt that because it always seems to do the exact opposite.

Loves eating lunch with you and taking little walks as breaks and fresh air. He started getting desk neat instead of notes and books being scattered around everywhere to make it easier for the two of you to coordinate with each other. Otherwise his work place can get quite messy which you have teased him about before.

"Made some food for us today babe. Almost burned it but this time I was watching it closely. I also made sure that the notes I took last night are... well... readable. Sorry about just unloading on you like that last time. Wha- Why are you laughing? Unloading? What's so funn- Oh. Uhm. Not like that, I'm not sorry for that."

Mel is very strict when it comes to work. Work time is always just work time, nothing else. There are certainly some looks passing between you two but it doesn't go much further then that while you're both on the clock.

During break though, she can't get enough of you. Kissing, touching you, keeping you close, her arm wrapped around yours, whispering into your ear, making you shiver from her words and her touch before leaving you high and dry, or rather hot and bothered and going back to work.

"We can't be doing this right now darling, there are things to do. Besides each other I mean. I won't deny I may have went too far with my teasing but I assure you I will make it up to you. Just be patient for me."

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[sturniozo]

Tutor part Nine (Final Part)

A/n: If you haven’t read the other parts I suggest you do! Also I had a lot of fun writing this and it’s kinda sad to me that it’s over since this is my first series. I really loved this fic so much and thank you all from the bottom of my heart for supporting and bearing with me throughout the whole series. I love you all so much.

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I still can’t make my mind up about Chris. Although Nick has a point, I still can’t get over Chris’s audacity. What makes him think he has the right to tell me I can’t be with anyone?

But Nick swear Chris likes me. He swears Chris has feelings for me and would do anything for me, that he’s distraught now that I’m not talking to him. Even if he is, what do I do?

Do I forgive Chris? In a different perspective it wasn’t a big deal. It mostly just hurt. Maybe I’m overreacting. But I couldn’t help but be upset. I take a deep breath and snap out of my thoughts. I look up at Nick who’s passed out on my couch and I smile to myself. I get up and walk to the kitchen, taking my phone off the charger and sitting at the island counter.

I bite my lip before clicking on Chris’s contact and pressing the call option. I press the phone to my ear and close my eyes. It’s not even a full second before he picks up.

“Y/n?” He says, sounding like he doesn’t believe it’s me calling him.

“Hey Chris.” I say quietly, as to not wake up Nick.

“I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I think… I think I overreacted.”

“No, you were right. I was a dick for that. I like you. I should have just told you that instead of playing around with other girls and getting jealous when another guy liked you.”

“I like you too Chris.” I say back.

“You do?” He breathes.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Can I come over?”

“Yeah, but Nicks asleep.”

“I’ll be fast, I swear.” Chris pleads.

“Come over.” I say and Chris immediately hangs up. I creep back through the living room and to the front door where I wait outside for Chris.

It’s not long before Chris comes running up the street. “Y/n!” He says as he approaches me.

“Hey Chris.” I smile at him.

Chris doesn’t even give it a second thought before he leans down and smashes his lips against mine. Our lips move in sync as our tongues dance together. He pulls away breathlessly. “I’m so sorry. I swear I’ll be the best boyfriend you can have I-“

“Just shut up.” I say and press my lips to his again. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and his hands stay on my hips. Chris pulls away.

“What is it?”

He smiles at me and kisses me again. This time softer. He pulls away and presses a quick kiss to my forehead.

“I have to go, Matt’s covering for me in case mom and dad notice I’m gone.” Chris tells me.

“Just one more kiss?” I ask which makes Chris smile and press his lips to mine once again.

“I really have to go.” He chuckles and pulls away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, right?”

“Yeah. I promise.”

Chris walks off and I head back inside. I lean against the door after I lock back up and smile. I sit back down on the couch next to Nick, who’s still sleeping soundly.

-

There’s a knock on my door first thing in the morning, waking me and Nick up from sleep. I groggily get up and answer the door, and Chris walks in and immediately hugs me tightly, kissing my lips.

“How long was I asleep?” Nick asks as he sees Chris kiss me. We pull apart and Chris smiles at him.

“She called me last night and I apologized.” Chris smiles. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.

“Hm. Gross.” Nick says as he walks to the kitchen.

I giggle and face Chris who’s got a cutesy smile on his face. “Kiss?” He asks and I nod. He leans down and kisses me softly.

“If I have to watch that one more time I’m gonna throw up.” Nick says behind us. I pull away from the kiss and laugh. “I mean, it’s great that you guys are together and all, but I’d rather not see you guys get your freak on.”

Chris just laughs and pulls me to the couch and sits down with me. He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head. “What do you wanna do today?” He asks me.

“I dunno.” I shrug.

“I think we should go on a date. A real one.”

I giggle. “A date? What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know, what would you like for a date? Anything you ask for, and it’s yours.”

I think for a moment before answering. “Subway.”

Chris smiles at me. “Fine. Let’s go.”

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[ampresandian]

I know Rick is like master of creating and ignoring plot holes but like I had serious questions about the botl timeline so I sat down and tried to map it out:

Percy's orientation is on "Monday morning, the first week of June." This is the day he arrives at camp, and the day of Grover's hearing where the council gives him one more week to find Pan. This is probably also the longest day ever??? Percy goes to orientation, takes a taxi to camp, and then the council meeting, cabin inspection, the forges, canoeing, and sword practice all before dinner? I've worked at summer camp that's insane. That night, he gets his first IM about Nico.

Day 2, they have the conversation about the labyrinth, Percy goes to see Blackjack, and they have the war game where Percy and Annabeth find the labyrinth entrance.

Chiron sends them to get sleep. In the morning, they discuss the quest and Annabeth gets her prophecy. They agree to enter the labyrinth tomorrow. Percy gets his second Nico IM that night.

Day 4 they enter the labyrinth. This is at least 3 days into Grover's week already, depending on when the council chooses to start counting from.

At the ranch, Grover sees on TV that "It's June thirteenth. Seven days since we left camp." (This is ten days since the first day of the book, so it must have started on the third of June.) They then go to see Hephaestus and get sent to Mount St Helens, splitting up on the way but still traveling through the labyrinth (so while they feel like it's only a few hours, it's probably closer to a full day).

Percy blows up Mount St Helens and lands himself on Calypso's island, where he stays to recover until Hephaestus comes to visit. He then sails back to camp.

Walking into his funeral, Percy has been gone for "two weeks," which isn't necessarily an exact time but since that's what we're given we'll assume another 14 days, so my guess would be that it's around June 28th now?

They spend that day on camp, and leave for NYC in the morning (June 29th) to get Rachel, stopping to talk to Percy's mom on the way. They reenter the labyrinth, and enter Antaeus' gladiator arena, where they are briefly held up before escaping and making camp for the night.

In the morning, they make it to Deadalus's workshop, where they fight and escape into Colorado Springs. They reenter the labyrinth, stop by San Francisco to see Kronos take over Luke's body, and then go find Grover and Tyson to witness Pan's death in Carlsbad Caverns. They make it back to New York and Blackjack & co pick them up to take them back to camp. Immediately, the Battle of the Labyrinth occurs. Grover lets out the call of panic and Daedalus dies. That night, they hold the funeral for those lost in the battle.

The next day, the council meets to hear Grover's story. Briares leaves for the cyclopes forges, and Nico leaves camp too.

My best guess would be that time moves about twice as fast in the labyrinth, but there's a lot that goes on when they're back in with Rachel--I feel like between Deadalus's workshop and getting back to camp it should be at least a full day? So anyway my guess is that the actual Battle of the Labyrinth happens on like July 1st?

Which I guess fits with "July passed, with fireworks on the beach on the Fourth." But that's like two-three days later, so it seems very very fast to me that they would be prepared with celebratory fireworks? I don't know. But also (again, I've worked at a summer camp) sometimes camp is just like that, and chaos happens and you have to keep going and trying to keep it normal for the campers.

Anyway so technically it works but like it feels awkward to me.

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo spoilers #percy jackson spoilers #battle of the labyrinth #percy series #annabeth chase #tyson #grover underwood #nico di angelo #percy jackson timeline #rick riordan #&thoughts #summer camp

[swifty-fox]

MOTA Hockey AU, so tell me about Buck and Bucky's first kiss! Or when they realize they're gonna date :D

OOO okay well this may be subject to change once i start writing (I dont control the characters they control me)

but I think that Bucky kinda makes a real ass of himself at first (SHOCKING)

As i've said, Gale kinda corners Bucky for a quick n dirty long before they're even friends and once they're in the same team Bucky is relentless in his teasing of Buck about it (in situations where he doesnt risk outing him) he's also REAL interested in that happening again please and thank you. Big Buck is pretty much like 'fuck off and fuck you (not sexy' for much of it.

Because it's a new team they do a lottery system for rooming together when traveling in hotels and Buck and Bucky by some weird twist of fate (author loving cliches) they draw straws to room together at least for the first season. This creates a lot of negative tension just due to their different game-day rituals as i went into but also because Bucky continues to hit on gale and try to tempt him into bed. It kinda has the opposite effect and kinda scares the fuck out of Buck and it kinda all comes to a head where a bit too drunk Bucky's trying all his moves in the book and he's kinda got Buck semi cornered in the room and while he isn't doing anything past the line of consent he DOES finally fucking realize "oh this isnt Gale playing a game or playing hard to get I am genuinely making him uncomfortable"

Cue him feeling awful. Cue him going to Curt to be like 'uh i really fucked up bad'

Cue curt threatening to knock Bucky's fake teeth in if he doesn't apologize and leave that boy alone because what the fuck Bucky.

and Bucky's a good guy he is and he genuinely feels so bad and slimy because he's like a dog with a bone and he let it go to far so next time he and Gale are in the hotel room he apologizes with his whole chest and promises he's done. "No more hitting on you. We're teammates and that's it. On my Ma's grave."

And Bucky keeps his word! He stops with the flirtation (past general hockey flirting you see between teammates) he stops propositioning him. He stops turning his music up louder during pre-game prep every time he sees Gale twitch with annoyance. And I think when he gives Gale that space he does the best thing he could have done and gives Gale the opportunity to actually know John. To work with him and bond with him and they start creating a really beautiful friendship out of it.

I think fast forward to their second year playing together. It's not a playoff game, the're well off from that but it has been an unusually rough game. Curt was ejected for a dirty hit and then mouthing off to the ref, Croz got pulled from second line to fill in Curts spot and he's honestly doing better than people expected but he doesnt play with Rosie and Buck usually and it's showing.

Buck lost a tooth after a nasty high-stick and his jaw is going to be BRUISED tomorrow. Both their first line D-men are down with injury so it's the rookies. They're fighting for their LIVES and man they somehow manage to eek out that win and it's just exhilerating. Buck and Bucky are in the middle of the celly pile and their masks are pressed together and they're just grinning and staring into eachothers eyes.

Later they're the last two in the locker room and Gale grabs John and pushes him against the wall in the deepest most passionate kiss that John literally almost goes weak at the knees. He's never been kissed like that before in his life.

I don't think after that they have like a "we are boyfriends" conversation. But they do end up together. They're rooming together at that point full time and slowly but surely Gale just starts spending every night in John's bed

#mota hockey au #buck x bucky

[multiversalfandomwriter222]

I’m his what?

(I’m fast forwarding the part where Hope saves Scott, they shrink the core. Because I have to get to the juicy Parts!)

Part 3:

Janet told you to stay with Hank. Of course, you didn’t listen.

You hide behind a rock as you peek to see what was happening.

“WE HAD A DEAL!” Scott yells. The man in green and purple armor grabs the core out of his hands without even moving. “He’s like me!” You whisper. Scott and Hope start to attack him but he throws them out of the way. A sense of yearning makes you want to run and hug him. You didn't know him, but you... do?

Kang stops talking as he senses your presence. "Sweetheart?" He questions. You freeze. "You can come out sweetheart, I'm not going to hurt you." He says. You stand up trembling. "Y/n, my love." He says, walking over to you. "I don't know you." You say. Kang freezes again. He didn't believe it. Even though MODOK said so, he didn't believe him.

"You have to! Sweetheart!" He shakes you and raises his voice. You whimper. "Stop you're scaring me! Please stop!" Kang stops. He rakes his gaze over you. You were still his wife; she just wasn't there. His loving, doting wife. The woman he's destined to be with, his sunlight, his star, him. She was gone.

"YOU CAN'T BE GONE!" He yells and you flinch. He sinks to his knees and for the first time in his (everlasting) existence, he cried like a baby. "You can't be gone." He sobs. You were all he wanted, all he needed. That was all. His wife, the love of his life gone? Hell, he wanted his existence to end. He wanted everything to end.

You kneel down and wipe his tears away. "It's okay." You whisper. You didn't know this man, hell, you were terrified. But you wanted to wipe his tears, you wanted to. A connection that you felt but didn't remember, but felt. Then, you feel lips press on yours.

Your eyes widen as he kisses you. You stay frozen, and memories start flooding in. Someone pulls you away from his grasp. Janet. She pulls you behind her. "Stay away from her!" She says. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Kang shouts. "The right thing to do. You're a monster Kang." "A MONSTER?" He laughs. "THERE WOULDN'T BE A MONSTER IF YOU HAD LET HER STAY WITH ME!" He shouts. He places his mask on and Janet stiffens. This was it. She was going to die.

"Nathan?" You say. Janet's eyes widen in horror as Kang's mask disappears. "Y/n?" He says. "Nathan!" You try to run toward him but Janet pulls you back. "Mom?" You say. "Don't go to him." She growls. "Mom! It's okay!" You say.

“You cannot trust him, Y/n! He’s not who you think he is!” Janet yells. “DON’T LISTEN TO HER!” Kang yells, his eyes flaring blue. You flinch at his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you sweetling.” He holds his hand out to you. “Come here sweetheart. Come on.” You take a step forward. “Y/n no!” Janet yells. Kang closes her mouth effortlessly. You walk up to him, and he takes your hand and presses his forehead against yours. “Let’s go home, shall we sweetness?” He says. "Yes." He pulls you into a passionate kiss, glad to feel your lips against his again. "I'll see you all soon." He says. And disappears with you, Jane crying out in anguish.

"We need to get Y/n and Cassie back NOW." Scott says.

PART FOUR IS COMING SOON! I'm watching Creed 3 tomorrow, so I might start a series on that with my Kang series. And for those who were requesting a Mattheo Riddle series, I am so sorry, but you had to vote on that. My Creed series won't have a poll. But for now in the future, I will have polls to decide whether or not to write a series from whatever I am interested in at the moment. But that doesn't mean that I will not write the series for Mattheo. And for my people requesting to get tagged, that will be at the middle or end of the series, because there is a LOT of you. I hope everyone stays safe and has a good day/ night/ afternoon!

#kang the conqueror #kang the conqueror x reader #new series #adonis creed #jonathan majors x reader #jonathan majors #i love you guys

[weirdeggii]

Final day! Not too much plot here, just fun times! @skizzlemanweek

This event was super fun, thanks to everyone who read! I’m excited for the next one!

Skizz woke up to his phone ringing like mad. He rubbed his eyes and blurily recognized the caller ID as Pearl.

It was 10:07 PM. And sure, Skizz didn’t mean to fall asleep, but he was still sleeping! That didn’t mean he wasn’t a little grumpy from being interrupted.

“Hello?” He answered, then cringed at his morning voice.

“Skizzley!” Pearl cheered, and he winced at her energy.

“Hi Skizz!” Several voices said. He coukd make out Gem and Impulse’s voices, and a low droning voice that must’ve been the TV playing in the background.

“What’s going on?” He asked. From the sounds of it, nothing was wrong, so why did they call him this late?

“You wanna drive us to the park? We’re bored.” Pearl asked casually, like 10PM was a perfectly reasonable time to go to the park.

He wasn’t too phased, because he’s used to the late night “It’s so late though.” Skizz said. “Why can’t we go tomorrow?”

“I have to work tomorrow, at four, so we have to go tonight.” Gem contested. “Plus, Impulse only knows like two parks. You know where the cool ones are.”

“Mhmm, it’s true.” Impulse confirmed.

Skizz sighed, taking a moment to mourn the sleep he was about to lose. “Fine.”

They cheered, and Skizz got up and got un-ready for bed.

About ten minutes later, they found themselves at one of the nearby parks. Skizz brought along his electric skateboard and scooter, because Impulse promised that there was a really cool skatepark.

When they got there, however, the skatepark was closed. Pearl suggested climbing the fence, but Gem said they could just use the empty parking lot.

Skizz set up the electric scooter, which Pearl gravitated to like flies to honey. She drove the scooter all around the parking lot, occasionally shouting when she went too fast over a crack in the pavement.

He managed to convince Gem to try out the electric skateboard, even though she was very nervous.

“I don’t know how to skateboard!” Gem protested. She stood on the board awkwardly, arms out to the side and hands tense. “I’m gonna fall off!”

“Just lean into it, lean into the movement.” Skizz advised.

“What does that even mean?” Gem laughed.

Skizz braced himself on the ground like he was the one on the skateboard and leaned forward to demonstrate. “Like this!”

Judging by the blank look on Gem’s face, she didn’t get it.

Impulse stepped forward and opened his arms. “I’ll catch you- I’ll stand here and catch you if you fall.” He stood just to the side of Gem, just behind her right shoulder.

“Okay,” Gem laughed. “Sure.”

Skizz made sure that Gem was ready, and then he turned on the skate board.

Instantly, Gem fell backwards off the skateboard as it shot forward under her.

Impulse scrambled to catch her, just barely keeping her upright - he hadn’t expected her to actually fall.

She laughed as she stood on her own feet again - laughed in a way partially fueled by the brief panic that had consumed her before she was caught.

“You didn’t lean forward!” Skizz joked. “You just stood there!”

“I still don’t get it!” Gem protested.

Pearl whizzed by on the scooter, pointing and laughing. “Ha-Ha! You fell down!”

“Get back here! Quit hogging the scooter!” Gem yelled, starting to chase after her.

After a while, everyone had finished messing around with the scooter, and they moved to the playground.

Skizz proposed a game of zombies, which eventually just turned into tag. It was all fun and games until Gem was it, and then everyone ran for their lives.

Now they found themselves by the swing set.

Impulse had been riding the scooter around the park for a few minutes, and now he and Gem had started reenacting memes they’d found online.

Skizz heard Impulse say something about an Uber driver, and Gem saying she didn’t order an uber. Skizz tuned them out and turned to the swingset where Pearl sat.

It was a standard park swingset, with poles about six inches in diameter forming an arch at both ends of the swing set. The pole at the top was only about eight feet off the ground.

“I bet I can climb this.”

Pearl kept swinging. “Uh huh.”

“It wouldn’t even be that hard,” Skizz stated, reaching up and grabbing the top bar.

“Do it then,” Pearl challenged.

Skizz pulled himself up enough that he could curl a leg over the bar at the top, and then rolled the rest of his body onto the bar. He sat up, being careful not to fall, and straddled the bar.

“You’re crazy!” Pearl called, starting up at him from her spot on the swing.

“It’s fun!” Skizz countered. “You try it!”

“I can’t do that!” Pearl fought. “You’ve got buff gymnast arms, climbing that is light work for you. I’ve only got average noodle arms.” She flailed her arms around in front of her to demonstrate.

“No, you can!” Skizz argued. “It doesn’t require much arm strength. You just need to pull yourself up.”

“Uh huh. That’s the hard part, mate!”

“Just give it a try!”

“Alright, fine!” Pearl relented. She stood up from her spot on the swing and walked over to the support beams of the swing set.

She contemplated which method of climbing would be best and tested a few, ending up unsuccessful. She tried copying Skizz’s technique, but ultimately lacked the strength to get her whole body to the top like he did.

She determined that since her arms weren’t strong enough to pull herself up, she would have to make use of her legs.

While holding the bar at the top with both hands, Pearl raised one foot and braced it against the pole.

She then pulled herself up just enough to where she could brace her other foot against the pole behind her, and then found herself suspended between the two poles.

“Yeah, you got it!” Skizz encouraged.

Before she could climb any higher, her feet slid down the smooth surface of the pole and she let go before she could fall. “Dangit!”

“You were close! Try again.” Skizz smiled.

“My shoes don’t have a good enough grip,” Pearl complained, gesturing to her beat-up crocs. She took them off and tossed them to the side.

Skizz watched as she did this with a curious face. “What’s that gonna do?”

“Bare skin is better for gripping poles,” she explained. “It’s part of the reason pole dancers wear such small amounts of clothing. Y’know, aside from the obvious ones.”

Skizz nodded and said nothing.

Pearl repeated her prices from before, bracing her feet against the poles and pulling herself up.

It took a few minutes, and a few failed attempts, but she managed to get to the top of the pole, and only had to pull herself up to the bar at the top of the swings.

She wrapped her arms around the bar and swung a leg up to the side, then turned herself over and straddled the bar.

Pearl was filled with pride as she stabilized herself, grinning madly. “I did it!” She cheered.

“Let’s go, Pearly Pop!” Skizz cheered. “I knew you could do it!”

“Yes, Pearl!” Impulse clapped and Gem whooped.

Skizz smiled as Pearl complained that she was tired, and that she was going to be so sore.

“I didn’t think I could actually do that,” Pearl said.

“See, I knew you could!” Skizz said.

“Can you take a picture of us, Impulse?”

“Sure!” He pulled out his phone.

Skizz scooted along the bar, closer to Pearl, and busted out his standard Skizz Smile.

Pearl grinned as well, still sweating from the effort it took her to get up there.

Impulse snapped the picture. The night only winded down from there, and when Impulse had long gone quiet and Gem had started drawing shapes in the sand, Skizz figured they should call it a night.

As they drove back, playing Kevin MacLeod songs over the speaker, Skizz decided they should definitely do this again.

#skizzleman #impulsesv #fanfiction #skizzweek1 #skizz week 1 #soup group #this one was based on an irl experience the other day #cuz I had a hard time coming up with other prompts.

[imagines-babes]

Les (Sapnap)

Helloo again, this week story was from a tweet I saw on twitter. Basically saying ’whatever you do don’t imagine about Sapnap in his black matte Porsche taycan in a black suit.’ So this is what the story is about with a lot of spice. So it’s a 18+ story The song, Les by Childish Gambino. I have warned you so I hope you enjoy

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Date Night. These were my favorite moments because we hardly would go anywhere. So when it's a chance to go out l. I would always dance my nicest even if we are going somewhere simple. He left me with some money. I never accepted his money but he left before I could argue. Getting in my car I started to drive to my usual store. Looking past everything. Nothing caught your eye for tonight and time wasn't on my side. Going to another store glancing at the dresses that were there. Picturing how it would look on me. Many options but nothing stood out for me. Till one dress, Sliding it on a black dress with the sleeves only reaching above my elbow. Looking for a mirror to fix the front. There was a double split up to my hip. With that I paid and got ready for tonight.

The time is 7:00 and Sapnap has been waiting for me in the living room staring at his phone. Walking in, 'Sapnap I'm ready.' I talked as he stood up from the couch putting his phone away to stare up at me. Before he could say anything he stared. Memorizing everything. He slowly walks to me getting my hand as he spins me around. He smiles. Then it was my turn to look at him. Wearing the same suit from the streamy award with his hat. 'Maybe we should just cancel our plans and just stay here for the night,' he asked as he spins me once more shaking my head. 'No, let's go to where you are taking me.' I started to walk away from Sapnap. He only stared from behind. Looking over at him. 'Are you coming or are you just gonna stay here.' He rushed over to be by my side opening the door to the house to his Porsche. Sliding in closing it. Looking at the view mirror seeing him do a little cheer more like a small dance going over to open his door. 'Cute dance,' I look over at him as he blushes putting in his seatbelt. He started to drive while some music started to play. Looking towards the road it was empty. It was like a road to nowhere. He was driving with one hand as I look at him. He placed his hand on my thigh. With my dress showing more of my thigh. He smiled. 'Wanna see how fast we can go?' The song changes as he turned to me. 'I think I know how fast we can go?' Turning over to face him. 'We are both talking about the car right?' He questions as I laugh. ' I mean what else would we talking about,' crossing my legs and placing one hand on his chest. He looks to the road then your hand. Slowly the car started to increase speed.

He faced me once more staring at me as I stared at him. We never broke eye contact. His hand gripping my thigh. Taking off my seatbelt. The Porsche started to slow down as he notice me. I jump over to sit on his lap. We stared once again. Staring into his eyes is my favorite place. He place his hand on my neck as he brought me down for a kiss. Slowly the kiss turned into a make-out while he drive. Moving down to his neck. Leaving lipstick stains on his neck. Rubbing against his pants. Hearing his moan for my name or pet names. He drove for half a mile till he pulled over on the side of the road. Moving both his hands to feel under my dress. Bringing me closer to him as he kissed my neck. Rubbing my ass as he slaps it making a whimper come out. 'We have a reservation dont we?' I asked before we continued. 'I can reschedule for tomorrow don't worry darlin.' He stared at me smiling at me.

'Want to keep going?' He asked as I nod. 'Yes, I do.' He held me up while he pulled off his pants and boxers feeling his dick hard. I look down at him as I touch his cheek. Sliding me down his dick went inside my pussy. Moaning softly as I take more in. He held me close once again then looked up at me with a smile. Slowly started to bounce with my hands going up to his hair. The pace was slow with our moans getting louder. He kissed my chest lowering my dress to reveal my boobs. While my pace was increasing he started to kiss my boobs feeling his tongue touch my nipple as I moan. He moves one of his hands to the side of his seat reclining it back as I give a small laugh. Holding my ass up he thrust into me. I moan his name as I close my eye. 'Look at me darling while I fuck you.' He says as I open my eyes with a nod. 'That's a good girl.' He stares at me as I try to keep my eyes open. Thrusting quickly into me I moan. Sitting up as I bounce while he thrust moving my hair out of my face he slaps my ass. 'I'm close' I moan as he nods. Leaning over him tugging on his hair. My moan quickens as he stares at me to the side. Within a second, I cum. He kept going with his head going to my neck. He kiss my neck starting to leave hickeys. Keeping the pace he is in. I start to scream with him moaning more. 'Fuck fuck fuck' I hear him say as he cum inside me holding me close to him.

He thrust once more. Kissing up my neck to my lips as my breath goes steady. Pulls back slowly from the kiss laying on him as I leave a hand on his chest once more. Feeling his hand hold mine. With our breath slows down. 'How are you feeling,' he asked as I look towards him and smile. 'I feel good baby' he smiles back at me kissing my lips once more. Feeling him fix his seat. I sit up fixing myself as he pulls up his boxers and pants. 'Let's head back home and clean you up how does that sound darlin.' Slowly moving over to the passenger seat I nod. I look over at him once more with a nod.

#x y/n #twitchstreamer #fanfic #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfiction #dtqk #dreamteam #sapnap smut #sapnap imagine #sapnap #sapnap x reader #sapnap x y/n #sapnap x you #sapnapclip #feral boys

[sashaisready]

Chapter 5 - Done

Nick Fowler x Shy CIA Employee Reader

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Chapter Four - The Ghost

Warnings: references to sex trafficking

Wordcount: 2333

Despite your best efforts to forget it, Nick’s warning about Joe was niggling away at you. What did he mean exactly? Had something happened between the two of them? Did Nick know something you didn’t? Or was he just basing it all on a hunch he had - or worse - deliberately trying to mess with you to throw you off your game, sabotage you to prove he was right about you?

Would he really do that?

You berated yourself for letting him worm his way back in your headspace. You’d moved on. You’d barely thought about him. You’d been making progress at work. You were on the boss’ radar. You were enjoying Joe’s company. Don’t let him ruin it!

You wouldn’t.

*

The next day you were back in the makeshift Project Cotton office with Joe reading some correspondence from the FBI team. Walsh suddenly strolled into the conference room, surprising you both.

“Sir” Joe nodded. “Sorry - I thought our meeting wasn’t until this afternoon?”

“Morning both” said Walsh as he ran a finger over the letter opener left on the desk. “No, you’re right Palmer. I’ve actually come to see her” he nodded over to you.

You felt a jolt of anxiety. “Me? Uh…How can I help, Sir?”

“We’ve had an unexpected tip off from an informant in relation to Project Cotton” he explained. “We have reason to believe that this vehicle has been attending several of the key sites”.

He slid a grainy photograph of a sleek truck over to you. You could just about make out the license plate.

“Our informant has managed to get his hands on some CCTV footage which he says catches this truck attending one of the suspected sites on multiple occasions”.

“That could be a big breakthrough” you breathed excitedly. “If we can trace the owner…we might finally have a name for someone at the top of this thing.”

Walsh nodded. “Indeed. The vehicle is registered to a Mr. Ray Colebrook. He has several priors for assault…racketeering…pandering. The problem is we need more evidence in order to obtain a warrant to seize the truck and take Colebrook in for questioning”.

You looked at him pensively. “So you need…proof that he has been spotted at the site? Which could be on the CCTV?”

“Precisely” Walsh nodded. “The difficulty is…the footage is 12 hours long with hundreds of vehicles coming and going. We need someone to review the footage with a fine tooth comb and see if the truck really appears, and how many times if so - with time stamps”.

“So…that would be me” you replied, now understanding what he was asking of you.

“Correct. I know you have a lot of experience in this area. You’re patient, thorough. If the truck is on there you’ll find it. But…we do need it done by the morning, I’m sorry to say. We need to move fast, Colebrook might get spooked now he’s been using the same truck, we need that warrant ASAP before he switches it up again”.

Your eyes widened. “Review 12 hours of footage…By t-tomorrow??”

“Sir…” Joe said, concern lacing his tone.

“I know it’s a big ask. But we’re counting on you” Walsh continued. 

Your nerves gave way to determination. This was your chance to prove your value. To show everyone you were capable. To impress Walsh. To help the traffic victims. 

Not nothing. Not beige.

You nodded. 

“Alright…you can count on me” you told Walsh boldly. “I’ll work through the night it I have to”. 

“Great, thank-you…I knew you’d come through” Walsh smiled. 

“Sir…this is a big task. Do you think maybe I should step in?” Joe tentatively asked. “I don’t mind pulling an all nighter-”

He looked at you anxiously. Typical Joe, always trying to help. You felt grateful for his support. He was just trying to protect you. But he didn’t need to worry.

“Very valiant - but we need you fresh for tomorrow, Palmer” Walsh responded, his tone making it clear there was no room for further discussion. 

He was right. Joe was meant to be out in the morning scoping out one of the sites. The two of you had been planning it for weeks now. He couldn’t go out in the field exhausted from a night of watching CCTV. 

“It’s okay Agent Palmer, I’ve got this” you smiled at him reassuringly.

He looked back at you, but he didn’t look wholly convinced.

“You can have tomorrow off in lieu” Walsh added. “So you can rest up afterwards and come back fresh on Thursday where Palmer will debrief you on how his reconnaissance went.”

You nodded. “Got it. Thanks”.

You smiled at Joe again, hoping to show that you were fine to take this on. He smiled back, but you didn’t miss the slight hint of unease on his face.

*

You had actually done it. 

You couldn’t believe it. It had taken hours, you were still stuck at your desk long after everyone else was tucked up in their beds back home, but you’d done it. You blearily stared at the screen in front of you, then at the notepad where you’d scribbled the truck’s time stamps (which you’d treble checked). Done. You’d reviewed all of the footage. The source was right, the truck had visited the site several times during that 12 hour period. Now they’d have the evidence needed to get the warrant for Colebrook. 

You were utterly exhausted, but the sheer satisfaction and pride you felt buoyed you.  You’d done it! You’d made a meaningful contribution to the project. This work, although tedious, might lead to a major breakthrough in the case - all because of you. 

Not so beige after all.

You yawned, your eyelids felt like they had weights attached as you adjusted your back and wriggled your legs to get your blood pumping. You looked around, the clock was approaching 2am. Time to go. It was weird seeing the office like this. Empty. Dark. Quite eerie really.

You fired off an email to Walsh and Joe with the time stamps and camera screenshots of the truck for good measure, smiling to yourself for a job well done. 

You got up to leave - then smirked as you noticed the letter opener sitting on the corner of your desk. Might as well take this golden opportunity to continue the game with Joe. You dropped it on his keyboard as you passed by. 

You bid good night to Grant the security guard who was shocked to see you so late. He insisted on walking you to your car which was very sweet. You chatted as you walked. Grant was always easy to talk to. You didn’t have to work too hard like you did with the others.

You would text Joe in the morning to see how the mission was going. Until then…sleep. Much sleep. 

*

It was lunchtime by the time you woke up. Seems you really needed that rest. You said a silent thank-you to Walsh for giving you the day off. 

Speaking of, he’d emailed you back with a congratulatory message on all your hard work. You took a screen shot of it on your phone so you could refer to it next time you had a crisis of confidence. 

You sent a text to Joe wishing him well today and asking him to let you know how it went once he was safe to do so. You felt a pang of anxiety despite your good mood, you hoped all your planning had paid off and he would be safe today.

After that you ordered your favourite takeout for lunch (you deserved it) and jumped in the shower to finally start your day.

After you had stepped out of the shower and the second you’d finished wrapping your towel around you - the doorbell rang. You cursed, not expecting the delivery to be that quick. You glanced down nervously at your scantily clad figure. 

Fuck it. The door would only be open a few seconds. Just do it. Delivery drivers must see all kinds…

Emboldened by your new found confidence, you padded to your door and flung the door open. 

Your face fell.

“…Nick?”

He was standing in your doorway grinning like the cat who got the cream as he surveyed your figure. 

“Afternoon, princess…”

“What are you doing here?” You asked shrilly, hiding your towelled torso behind the front door.

“You don’t look sick to me”.

“What??”

“You didn’t turn up to work so I assumed you were sick. Thought I’d come check on you, but looks like you were just playing hooky”.

You rolled your eyes. 

“Actually I’m off today. Walsh let me take the time as I worked late last night. What do you want, Nick?” You barked at him. 

“That’s not a very nice way to speak to someone who came out on his break to bring you chicken soup…”

He held up a brown paper bag with the local deli design on it.

Your stomach gurgled, and you flattened any stirrings of feelings that threatened to emerge after realising Nick had brought you soup when he thought you were sick. 

“Not hungry. Well…I am. But I have takeout on its way. And I’m not sick. So…” You dismissed it with a wave of the hand.

He smiled, shrugging impassively. “Take it anyway. Heat it up later for dinner.”

He placed the bag on the doorstep. Then he took a step back and his eyes roamed up and down your body. You felt your heart pounding. How had this happened?? You were only meant to be at the door for a few seconds.

“Tryna’ give the delivery driver a heart attack, huh?” He asked, his voice low as his eyes dropped.

You felt yourself blushing as you covered yourself with your arms. “No…I-“

His smile grew wider.

“I’ve missed you, princess”.

You froze, not able to meet his gaze.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Especially when I was out on the op. Your soft skin…your body….but also just…being with you”.

You couldn’t look up.

He sighed. “Look…what I said..”

“Don’t…” you hushed, feeling tears prick the back of your eyes.

“I was outta line” he continued, awkwardly clearing his throat. “I…I don’t know why I said those things. They aren’t true…I was being an asshole and you didn’t deserve any of that”.

You focus your eyes on the soup’s brown paper bag at your feet.

“…you meant it though” you responded. In your head you sounded strong but it left your mouth barely a whisper.

He shook his head. “No….no I didn’t”.

You bit your lip. He did. You remember the venom with which he said it. The mocking half smile. It was emblazoned in your memory, always there no in the background matter how hard you tried to ignore it. He had dug deep into your insecurities and yanked them up to the surface, leaving you raw and exposed.

“You’re a little quiet…sure. But you’re not beige…you’re not nothing” he said gently. “Never beige”.

You didn’t respond.

“You caught me off guard” he explained, clearly not concerned that this was a one sided conversation. “Maybe…maybe there was some truth to what you said. Maybe I was…feelingsomething. And I panicked, I went on the offensive”.

You still couldn’t look. You felt a bead of sweat drip down the back of your neck. You shuffled your feet. 

“…and I blew it. And I’m sorry. Really sorry. And I swear - nothing is going on with Mace. We went on a date once but it didn’t work out. That’s all”.

Your heart was pounding. You had longed to hear those word from him for so long. It all felt like a strange dream.

But it was too late. It felt tainted now. You didn’t even know if he was telling the truth. 

Your shock transformed into something else. You felt stronger than you had in a long time. Maybe ever. 

“You’re right, I’m not beige” you sneered, finally meeting his eye. 

He nodded.

“Yes…I’m quiet. Yes…I’ve been stuck in my job for a little too long. And yes…maybe I do blend in more than I stick out…”

He opened his mouth to speak but you continued. 

“But I’m also kind. I’m smart. I give everything my all. I may not always know what to say, or how to play the game in the same way you do…but I’m doing my best” you exhaled.

“And now I’m working on this big mission and I’m actually making a difference. Me! An Assistant!! Walsh is happy with my work and he trusts me. For the first time in my career, I’m actually being acknowledged and valued for what I have to offer”.

Nick smiled softly.

“….So, I have to thank-you Nick…”

He frowned, clearly not sure where you were going. 

“If you hadn’t been such a colossal asshole then I wouldn’t have pursued this. I wouldn’t have spoken to Walsh and pushed myself to discover what I’m truly capable of. So thank-you, Nick. Thank-you for breaking my heart. Because in your own twisted way, you helped me. But…I’m done with you. I don’t want to speak to you unless I have to. I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you turning up at my front door anymore”.

He blanched, his jaw tightening.

“…so take your soup…” you picked up the bag and shoved it into his chest. “And your apologies. And leave me the fuck alone”. 

You blew out a puff of air, hardly believing you’d just said what you’d said. 

Nick wore his poker face as his eyes found yours. He just stared back at you for a few moments, until he finally nodded and began to retreat.

You watched him walk down the path until he stopped for a second, turning to look at you one last time. 

“You were never beige” he said softly. “You’re actually….vibrant. All the colours at once”.

And then he was gone.

*

Chapter 6 - File

#nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #sebastian stan #the 355 #under the radar fic

[cevansbrat0007]

Real Talk.

Warning: the following post contains mature themes and references to drug overdose, death, and Fentanyl.

For the record, what I'm about to say in regards to NARCAN has nothing to do with me standing on a soapbox. Instead, I'm asking that people do what they can to educate themselves on the importance and necessity of this life-saving drug.

And I'll start by telling you a story:

This morning, I went to check on my roommate who lives on the floor above me. She had asked me to make sure she didn't sleep through her many alarms like she always did so that she could make it to work on time. She's a server at a steakhouse chain - and a damn good one at that.

She's also my friend. A friend who, just like myself, is nearly nine months sober.

Except this morning when I knocked on her door, she didn't answer. And when I opened the door and peeked in her room she appeared to be fast asleep. But she was half naked, and the fan she had borrowed from me the night before was set to full blast. Even though it was cold outside.

Her room was like an ice box. And she was so pale. And no matter how loud I said her name, she wouldn't open her eyes and look at me.

She wouldn't wake up.

So I poked her in the shoulder. I shook her. I yelled her name. And then I realized her lips were blue. Her body was stiff. And she was cold to the touch.

The only sound she could make was that of a low, almost eerie groan. If I'm being honest, it's a sound that I'd never quite heard before. And I don't want to ever hear it again.

What I would come to realize seconds later was that my friend had overdosed on Fentanyl. Possibly a few hours earlier. Which meant she was fucking dying.

I panicked, of course. Because I'm an alcoholic. I've never touched Heroin, let alone witnessed an overdose. I know what to do if someone was suffering from, say, alcohol poisoning...but this...this was brand new territory.

Because with Fentanyl, seconds fucking matter.

I sprinted to wake up another girl. Seconds later we were back with our friend where our worst fear was absolutely confirmed.

Fentanyl Overdose.

I'd never fucking seen this. Never. But we didn't have time to fall apart because from there we dashed down the stairs. She went straight for the NARCAN and I went for my phone to call 911.

Less than a minute later, she and I were back in our friend's room to administer the NARCAN, only for us to realize that she wasn't breathing anymore.

By this point, another one of my housemates had joined us as well. And the others were soon to follow. While I was on the phone relaying instructions from the dispatcher on how to revive our friend, the others were moving her limp body to the floor.

They were doing chest compressions. Two were racing to find more NARCAN stashed in someone's glove compartment. And then another was directing EMS on where to go in the house.

It was a team effort to make sure this girl fucking lived. We could yell at her for this tomorrow. But for now, all we cared about was her living today.

I had never been through this. But as much as I hate to say this, today I was grateful that there were others in the house who had been through this before. For those who knew how to administer NARCAN.

In total, we administered something like 28 milligrams to bring her back. Which is a lot. A cop may have mumbled out something about us not waiting long enough in between doses to see if we'd given her enough before administering another. But he can go kick rocks.

Because we did the best we could all while running on straight adrenaline and doing everything we could to save someone while not falling apart in the process.

In the end, what matters is that she woke up. She was in pain. And very ill. And has since been admitted to the hospital.

Now the rest of us are left to deal with the tears and the adrenaline comedown, along with the guilt of all the signs we may or may not have missed. And that is really fucking shitty. I am so mad at my friend.

But at the same time, I love her so damn much. And I'm grateful that I will hopefully have the opportunity to share all these feelings with her one day soon.

She was fucking lucky. And so were we.

I'm grateful we found her in-time - because the paramedics made it very clear that we cut it real close. I'm grateful I live with people who found it in them to unite to save someone's life.

I'm grateful for NARCAN.

And beyond that, I'm grateful that I now know what to do with it. I never completely comprehended the weight of its importance until today. I didn't quite understand why my friend kept a stash of it in her glove compartment when she had no intentions of getting high anymore.

But today that stash saved her life. I'm begging you, if you have a loved one who suffers from this disease, please consider keeping this life-saving drug within reach.

Read up about it. Talk about it. Even if it makes you uncomfortable. Even if you can't fathom why someone would think of or want to use. Even if the idea of having to use it scares you.

I'm sure if it ever came down to it, you would rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it. Wouldn't you?

I've come to learn that many people who relapse, even after months of serious sobriety, don't plan it. It just happens. Impulsivity is a deadly part of this disease. One lapse in judgement - just one - could very well mean death.

It's really that serious.

Because with this disease, you're always guaranteed another relapse. But you're never guaranteed another recovery.

Thanks to NARCAN, my friend will have another shot.

That's all I've got for now, guys and gals. I'd be lying if I said we weren't all emotional wrecks over here. But it's all gonna be okay.

And finally, but most importantly: if you're struggling with anything, be it addiction or mental health, there is no shame in asking for help. Not now. Not ever. We're all human. We all need love.

We all deserve support to overcome our darkest of days.

Love, Britt

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Kicho's Main Story Ch. 12 Part 2 Romantic

These translations are not intended as a replacement for the game. Please support Cybird by buying their stories. Spoilers under the cut. Expect grammatical errors.

Sorry, the lines are all over the place.

Mai: "The wind feels nice today."

Kicho: "You're right. The sky is clear too."

He nodded as he rowed the small boat.

After our reunion, we came to the lake to avoid being seen.

Mai: "I never thought a boat rental service was available in this era."

Mai: "Did you know? There are boats shaped like swans you can row with your feet back in the future."

Kicho: "I've never been on one, but I've seen it. I think they are called swan boats."

Kicho: "Putting a large bird afloat on a lake is a playful idea."

Mai: "True."

Chatting casually, we turned our gaze to the scenery.

The beautiful sparkling water was like it had been sprinkled with diamonds, reflecting the magnificent mountain range backed by large clouds.

(I feel like it's been a long time since we've spent time together.)

(I've been constantly trying to keep myself busy ever since we got separated.)

I met his eyes as I turned my gaze back to him.

Mai: "..........."

Kicho: ".........."

Neither of us managed to say a word as we stared at each other.

(I want to ask him a lot of questions right now, but I can't.)

(I'm afraid that if I start talking, our time here will be over.)

Kicho: "Let's go over there."

Mai: "Okay, I'll row this time."

Kicho: "No, it's fine. Let's talk more about the future instead."

Mai: "The future?"

Kicho: "Even if we knew the same world, we've seen and felt different things."

Kicho: "The stores you liked, the songs you liked, etc."

Mai: "I understand. I have lots to tell you then."

He started rowing again, and the boat glided along.

As if to bid our time, we continued to talk about other things, swallowing what we wanted to hear from each other.

Mai: "I had an experience like that, and after that, I got hooked."

Kicho: "I see. Liking more stuff is a good thing."

After getting off the small boat, we continued to walk side by side along the lake.

(What else?)

(Right. I should tell him that the teacup he has looked like the one in the coffee shop near my house.)

I turned to him as the next topic popped into my head.

Mai: "Oh..."

I stopped dead in my tracks when something caught my eye.

Mai: "Look over there."

Kicho: "Hmm? Yeah, it's beautiful."

The setting sun, descending over the mountains, cast a dazzling light.

The lake, the shore, and the spot where we were standing now were all tinted with gold.

Mai: "Time flies so fast."

Mai: “It’s natural to have fun times, but I think it’s the same when you’re in pain.”

Mai: “It may seem like the moment felt long, but when you look back on it, it all flew by so fast.”

Kicho: “You’re right. There’s the present. Next thing you know, the present has turned into the past.”

Mai: “That’s why I want to stay close to the people I love.”

Kicho: “Mai…”

I clenched my fingertips, unable to take the hand close to mine.

(I know because I've spent years living it.)

Moments like this are fleeting.

Soon night will come, and then, if I close my eyes, the morning will come.

No matter how much I treasure these moments and wish to keep them forever, time moves on so easily and cruelly.

Mai: "Kicho, I..."

Mai: "I don't want us to be apart."

Mai: "I want to talk about these things tomorrow and the day after."

Kicho: "..........."

Mai: "I want to be by your side like it's natural.”

Kicho: "Mai."

He hugged me, and though the distance between us disappeared, my heart ached as I heard his low voice.

Mai: "Don't you feel the same way?"

Kicho: "I can't tell you. Anything I say will just hurt you."

He pulled away from me and gently took my hand in his.

Kicho: “Sorry.”

Mai: “Why are you apologizing?”

Kicho: “Because I’ve come to a point of no return.”

It looked like he was carrying all the shadows alone as he stood against the setting sun, smiling gently.

Kicho: “I’m glad to hear your stories. I know there’s still a place for you outside of this place.”

Kicho: “Be sure to return to your original time, Mai.”

Mai: “You know that a wormhole is going to appear?”

Kicho: “Yeah. I was able to observe it a while ago.”

Kicho: “I checked on you today, and you don’t seem to have those symptoms, either.”

Mai: “Yes.”

Mai: “Does this mean the future is coming back?”

Kicho: “That’s right.”

Mai: “Kicho, what on earth did you do?”

Mai: “I heard at the castle that you and Motonari attacked the trading post and took it back.”

Mai: “You’re putting yourself in danger by doing that.”

Kicho: “Does that mean the Oda forces are going to invade Sakai?”

Mai: “...........”

Realizing my slip-up, I quickly covered my mouth, but it was too late.

(He doesn’t seem surprised.)

(He was working intentionally for this.)

Mai: “If that were the case, what would you do?”

Mai: “I know you’re not my enemy, and you’re not a liar. But I don’t know what you’re doing and your purpose.”

Kicho: “There are things you don’t need to know.”

Mai: “I already know. I know you’re going to start a war, even though we’re supposed to have the same goal.”

Mai: “If you do that, more lives will be lost again.”

Kicho: “...........”

Kicho: “It’s a necessary sacrifice.”

Mai: “Kicho...”

(I think we’ve had this exchange before.)

Desperately trying to reel in the memory, he slowly released my hand and whistled, and a white horse came running from somewhere.

Mai: “W-Wait! Let’s talk more properly.”

Kicho: “Neither I nor you have the time.”

He mounted his white horse and gripped the reins.

Kicho: “Thank you for keeping the past me alive until this day.”

Kicho: “Please be yourself, even in the future.”

Mai: “Kicho!”

I tried to stop him, but he turned his back to me and galloped away on his horse.

Eventually, his back became smaller and soon got swallowed up by the sunset.

(Why did you say that one last time?)

(I’m not yet ready to say goodbye to you in this life.)

Sitting there helplessly and with no strength, I carefully clutched my still-warm hands and tried to wipe my teary eyes roughly with my sleeve.

???: "Don't do that."

Someone suddenly grabbed my wrist to stop me.

Mitsuhide: "Doing that will cause extra swelling around your eyes."

Mai: "Mitsuhide..."

Mitsuhide: "Did something happen?"

Mai: "That's..."

I couldn't say anything and only stared into the setting sun with my mouth slightly open.

Even though I knew it was impossible, I couldn't help but look for Kicho in it.

Mai: "No, nothing."

Mitsuhide: "I see. Then I won't ask any more questions."

Mitsuhide let go of my hand and sat down right next to me.

Mitsuhide: "By the way, why are you here? Taking a walk?"

Mai: "Something like that. Why are you here?"

Mai: "I heard you're tracking down Motonari and Kicho."

Mitsuhide: "Then, you also heard about the attack on the trading post."

Mai: "Yes."

Mitsuhide: "I've received some information on the matter, so we need to get back quickly."

(I wonder what information Mitsuhide prefers to say in person instead of writing it down in a letter.)

Mai: "Um, can I ask you one thing?"

Mitsuhide: "Of course. I've actually been looking for you."

Mitsuhide: "You are, after all, an important person in this scheme."

After saying that, Mitsuhide stood up and looked down at me.

Mitsuhide: "It'll get dark soon. I'll tell you about it as we return to the castle."

Just as he said, the sun quickly set, and the area grew dimmer as we walked the less crowded street toward the castle.

Mitsuhide: "First, the rebels' movement is slowly changing, probably due to the rumor."

Mai: "Rumor?"

Mitsuhide: "Yeah. They call it a rumor, but it's actually true."

Mitsuhide: "They say the rebellion was caused entirely by Kicho."

Mitsuhide: "Those people who got robbed by the rebellion and the rebels are now directing their anger toward him."

Mai: "I see."

(Ranmaru was talking about this.)

(As I thought, it had something to do with Kicho.)

Mai: "So, where did this rumor come from?"

Mitsuhide: "I have no idea, but merchants, traveling entertainers, and civilians know this rumor."

Mitsuhide: "It's spreading at a frightening pace."

Mitsuhide: "As expected. He was doing the job perfectly.”

Mai: "I thought you had no idea."

Mitsuhide: "It's just speculation."

Mitsuhide: "But you probably know who could do something like this without me telling you."

Mai: "I do."

I didn't want to nod, but one face popped into my head.

Mai: "Why does he always put himself in danger like that?"

Mai: "Why is he directing their negative emotions at himself and then trying to sway the Oda forces?"

Mitsuhide: "You heard it too. You heard the cry of one of the people before he left."

(Is that...)

------------Flashback------------

Old woman: "Ha! That's ridiculous. You're going to control this place?"

Old woman: "It's useless. Just look around you. It's never going to end, no matter what anyone does."

Old woman: "All these people are killing each other without knowing who their enemies are and their purpose."

---------Flashback Ends---------

Mitsuhide: “This conflict he has sown in Japan is already out of control.”

Mitsuhide: “Sometimes, justice is necessary for peace, and to achieve justice, the existence of a common enemy is essential.”

Mai: “Is Kicho trying to do that?”

Mitsuhide: “I’m just speculating here.”

Mai: “You’re right. This speculation is as close to the truth as you can get.”

Kicho knows about the future, and he also knows what this turbulent world looks like.

(On that day, the turbulent world was shaken by a single bombardment of Azuchi because the opponent was Nobunaga, a man of great influence.)

(Then, if Nobunaga defeated everyone's enemies who are shaking Japan…)

Mitsuhide: "In every generation, sacrifices need to be made to change something."

Mitsuhide: "That man is probably planning to die."

Mai: “………..”

I felt dizzy upon hearing it.

Mai: "Kicho's going to die? Why would he throw his life away for nothing?"

Mitsuhide: "It wouldn't be in vain if it's the only way to achieve his goal."

Mitsuhide: "I said that, but I don't know what will actually happen. He might just end up imprisoned."

Mitsuhide: "But I'm sure he's already made up his mind."

Mai: "Oh no..."

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, and the tears, threatening to spill earlier, were gone before I knew it.

Mitsuhide: "Mai. Kicho told me that you're from the future."

Mitsuhide: "Is there any way for you to return there?"

Mai: "Yes, there is."

Mai: "I need to decide tonight what I'm gonna do, but I don't plan on leaving."

Mitsuhide: "That won't sit well with that guy."

Mitsuhide: "To save your life, that man chose to continue being a demon and sacrifice himself."

Mitsuhide: "Don't let his feelings go to waste."

(For my sake?)

(Is Kicho going to give up his life for me?)

I shook my head again and again like a kid upon realizing that the choice he had kept from me for so long was a cruel one.

Mai: "But because of me, the life of the person I care about most is in danger."

Mai: "I won't accept that, ever."

Mitsuhide: "..........."

Mitsuhide didn't say anything and just quietly lowered his eyes.

Mitsuhide: "The rest is for you to decide."

Mitsuhide: "I'll leave for Sakai as a member of the Oda army, no matter what happens."

Mai: "Okay. I understand."

(Right. Even Mitsuhide has something he has to go through.)

Mai: "Sorry for getting emotional. Anyway, let's go back to the castle quickly."

Mitsuhide: "Yeah."

Feeling awkward, we returned to the castle, and I stayed in my room.

(I guess I never really understood Kicho.)

(Even after spending so much time with him today.)

------------Flashback------------

Kicho: “There are things you don’t need to know.”

Mai: “I already know. I know you’re going to start a war, even though we’re supposed to have the same goal.”

Mai: “If you do that, more lives will be lost again.”

Kicho: “...........”

Kicho: “It’s a necessary sacrifice.”

---------Flashback Ends---------

(I finally remember.)

(The first day we met, when I tried to stop him from getting the weapons, he had the same look and said the same thing to me.)

(I said something awful to him.)

Alone in the quiet room, impatience slowly grew in my heart as the clock continued ticking.

(What's the right thing for me to do?)

Mai: "Oh..."

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On the third day of Nutmas, fruitcoops gave to you: Coops' yearly tradition somewhere new!

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove <3 TW for smut

The snow was piling up. It nearly reached the windowsill, now, though that wasn’t much of a surprise—Remus remembered worse winters in his earliest memories, before his parents moved to Madison and January meant staring wide-eyed at the roof-high snowbanks in the windward direction. Those distant years were full of sleeping in his parents’ bed, back when he was little enough to snuggle up between them beneath a heavy quilt. These days, Remus watched the snow come down quite a bit differently.

Sirius’ soft moan mingled with the sizzle of a log falling in the fire; Remus nosed along his cheek until he found his mouth again, catching Sirius’ bottom lip between his teeth for just a moment before leaning up for a more thorough kiss. He snuggled further into him and gave their cocks a light squeeze. Remus reveled in the slick drag on his palm whenever he brushed the head of Sirius’—something about the physical proof that he could turn his husband on got him hotter than he cared to admit.

“Ready?” Sirius mumbled. Remus nodded with a breathless yeah, hips bucking at the mere thought. The rough texture of Sirius’ palms made him squirm, but he stayed patient as two fingers slipped easily into him and let his head fall back into the pillows they had placed down before starting. The floor was slowly warming from the hearth; Remus prayed he wouldn’t overheat too fast.

Oh, well, he thought around a gasp when Sirius found his prostate with deadly accuracy. The snow outside blurred into a sheet of white. Not a bad day for it.

“Fuck, Re.” Sirius was already breathing hard into his shoulder on the first press in, and Remus carded a grateful hand through his hair as a small cardinal flitted past the house. It just felt right having him there. Thick and heavy and fantastically familiar after two whole years of loving.

“We should do this all the time,” Remus sighed, winding a leg around Sirius to encourage his gentle thrusts.

“We do,” Sirius snorted.

He grinned and smacked him lightly on the shoulder, but tilted his head to the side so Sirius had room to bite and suck at the freckles there, like he knew he enjoyed. “I meant the cabin.”

“Hmm, we’re becoming snowplows?”

“Snow birds,” Remus laughed. Sirius made a noise of understanding through his smile. “And it doesn’t count if we go somewhere colder for the winter.”

“I like snowplows better.” Sirius scrunched his nose up and nudged into Remus’ cheek with a playful growl. “Gonna snowplow you, loup.”

“You’re gonna have to try a lot har—ha—harder than this, then.” Remus couldn’t help his gasp at a particularly pointed thrust and rolled down to meet the next, biting his lip at the burst of pleasure that rocketed up his spine.

“Yeah? You sure?” Sirius was moving faster now; Remus hitched his leg higher for leverage and groaned low in his throat at the new angle. He loved watching a blizzard from the comfort of the cabin, but it made him restless. It left him wanting. He had spent the entire day cleaning and sanding and oiling a wardrobe because he couldn’t find anything better to do, and judging by the squall, tomorrow was shaping up to be the same. He was more than happy to lose himself in a thorough fuck.

“Baby?” Sirius hummed his acknowledgement into a thrillingly horrendous mark he was working onto Remus’ left pec. “Remember when we got engaged?”

“Uh, yes,” Sirius laughed. His mouth came off with a pop and stubble scraped Remus’ cheek for a kiss. “I was there.”

“Remember that night?”

Sirius hesitated, brows pitching in adorable confusion. “…yes?”

Remus bit his lip and shifted his hips. “Can you do that again?”

“Can I…?” Sirius trailed off, and he watched understanding dawn on him before a pleased, smug little smile took its place. “I can do that.”

Remus didn’t have time to answer—the next thrust stole his breath and sent a wave of relief over him so intense he felt it at his core. His free hand flew back to twist in the comforter they used to cushion the hardwood, knee buckling and bending to press into Sirius’ thigh.

“That’s what you were after, eh?” Sirius teased. Quick, sharp snaps of his hips grounded Remus in his body and began drawing him out of his racing thoughts, but he wanted—he wanted—

“More.” It was out before he could stop himself. No going back now. “More, baby, gimme more.”

Sirius’ hand slid from his waist to the back of his knee, pressing it to Remus’ chest and deepening every thrust without changing the speed by a single degree. A whine broke in his throat and he turned his face into the pillows, but Sirius cupped his cheek and pulled him back into the firelight once more; Remus met his gaze, saw the molten lust aimed just at him, and grinned.

“More.”

Sirius pressed his lips together and got his knees under him again, a thrust and a roll and a—

“More, baby.”

--another, and Sirius’ hand fitting just right in the bend of his waist and—

“Harder!”

--and it wasn’t just a want anymore, it was a need, burning in Remus like wildfire as he writhed in the nest of blankets and braced against the floor with a hand too shaky to grapple with the comforter anymore. Sirius folded his other leg up, too, leaving him bound and exposed at the same time, nothing left between him and the smack of skin on skin. He watched a flush creep up Sirius’ neck to his pretty face and relished the fact that he was the one to put it there.

 “Gotta give it to me please baby I need it,” he babbled. Sirius might have scratch marks down his back in the morning, but that was a small price to pay compared to the eons it would take for Remus to get his head back in order. His cock twitched and he reached down for some relief, only to have his wrist snatched away and pinned above his head. A distraught noise echoed off the walls. It took a second to realize it came from his own mouth. “Oh, fuck, Sirius, don’t do this to me—”

“You’re too coherent,” Sirius muttered, almost to himself. He released Remus’ leg and slung it over his shoulder instead, holding Remus’ lower back up in an arch that made his mouth fall open.

“I want—I need—”

“If you ask for it harder—“

“Need more,” Remus begged as uncontrollable shivers began rattling through him. He clenched down around Sirius and took his moan like a trophy. Even one-handed and half out of his mind, he could make his husband look that blissful. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, ‘n I don’t wanna think anymore.”

“You could’ve just asked,” Sirius panted. He got his knees under himself and released Remus’ wrist to hold his thigh flat to the floor instead, a choice that made Remus want to marry him all over again just for the sheer erotic head-rush it gave him.

“You’d have fucked me on the floor at 2 in the afternoon?” Wasn’t that a delightful image.

Sirius flicked his hair out of his eyes and bent to kiss the moan right out of his mouth. “I’d fuck you anywhere in this house.”

Remus wanted to think up something witty, but the stretch of his legs as Sirius remained bent over him meant he was as close to getting folded in half as he safely could, and every part of his brain that wasn’t responsible for survival went quiet. It was too much to consider all at once. His heels, pressed against Sirius’ thick muscles to urge him on; his knees, bent and trembling in his direct eyeline. His thighs, weighed down and tormenting him with every nudge to his cock.

Sirius blocked out the light from the windows, leaving him in orange-red shadows that made him loom. It didn’t seem to matter how much Remus gasped or pleaded anymore—Sirius kept going at his own brutal pace and he was just along for the ride. His thoughts began and ended with getting fucked through the floorboards of the house he grew up in.

“Gonna—gotta let me,” he said when Sirius moved a second hand down to hold his hips up, ever eloquent. “Coming, Sirius, gotta let me!”

“Come on my cock or not at all.”

“I will, I will, I wanna,” Remus rushed out, frantic. He couldn’t imagine an alternative. He couldn’t think of anything but how good the next five seconds would feel.

Sirius’ gaze fixed him in place and he couldn’t hold back a whimper. “You will?”

“Yes, fuck, please!”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.” It came out a sob as Sirius’ cock slid over his sweet spot.

But even with that, he didn’t get what he wanted. Remus tossed his head back and forth in the crumpled edge of the blanket while Sirius fucked him like it was the last thing he’d do. His necklace bounced to the rhythm he had set—when Remus grew tired of it smacking him in the chin, he found Sirius’ eyes again and took the pendant between his teeth, drawing the first helpless noise from him.

The floodgates were open after that. Remus watched him give up the pretense of being in control and give in to the pure pleasure of it, lashes fluttering on his cheeks with every harsh movement. He moaned around the tiny ‘12’ until his throat went dry, felt Sirius grow heavy inside and above him, fell headfirst into the transition from punishing thrusts to steady rolls that pulled him apart at the seams and made precome spill over his belly. Remus breathed hard through his nose and reached back to hold his pillow with both hands; he desperately needed an anchor.

“I love you,” Sirius said shakily into his temple. Remus’ eyes prickled with tears of distilled pleasure being dragged to its dregs. “I love you so much, Re.”

Words didn’t exist anymore, but Remus hoped his hoarse shout got the message across. He would do anything to keep Sirius in his arms forever.

“Need you to come for me, can you do that?”

“Please,” he blubbered around the pendant.

“Merci beaucoup.” He felt the words murmured into his skin more than he heard them. Sirius shifted one hand free to wrap around his shaft and it was over in seconds, blinding Remus as he arched hard and dug his heels into Sirius’ back with a wail that made him grateful they had no neighbors. He couldn’t feel a damn thing through the buzzing in his entire body except the sudden weight of Sirius pressing him down as he followed suit. Nothing else mattered.

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The snow had passed the windowsill.

Remus blinked slowly, winding one of Sirius’ curls around his finger. They might have to put some towels in the jambs before bed. If he could stand up, that is. A quick check-in with his thigh muscles told him it was still up for debate. Sirius didn’t seem to be moving anytime soon, though, so it wasn’t much of an issue.

“Two years ago, you fucked me stupid,” he mused as a small cascade of snow tumbled off the roof. “And then we went and got pizza.”

“Didn’t bring any. Not ordering out,” came Sirius’ sleepy mumble.

“That was after we cried on each other,” Remus continued. The fire had burned down to embers in the hearth. It would need a new log soon.

“Hmm. No crying.”

“One year ago, we had Chinese food, and then cried on each other again, and then you fucked me stupid.”

“Still not ordering out,” Sirius groaned as he made the massive effort to turn his head and prop his chin on Remus’ sternum. His hair was a mess from their activities and blanket static. “Still not crying, either.”

“This year, I want to eat ungodly amounts of pasta with you and make a snowman if we can open the front door.”

Sirius smiled. “That, I can do.”

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i get myself twisted in threads

Chapter 3: where you'd always be

Chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, ao3

“I can do it.” El says, face set. “I closed a gate. I can open one.”

“We don’t know where Steve is, honey.” Mom tells her, gently. “You’ve said you couldn’t pinpoint where he is.”

“He keeps moving.” She insists. “Running. Hiding.”

Jonathan doesn’t think Steve is running from anything, not if he still has that bat. It’s more likely he’s searching for another gate.

He hadn’t run from the demogorgon, and he hadn’t even known what it was then.

There’s no way he’s running now, not if he’s got a chance to kill them.

Unless he’s too injured to put up a fight. But that’s not a thought Jonathan can let himself linger on.

“Would it really hurt to take her out into the woods?” He asks. “See if maybe it’s easier out there?”

It feels like the chance that they’ll find Steve is dropping drastically each day, even though El says he’s alive.

If El told him the only way to get Steve back was to listen to ABBA every day for the rest of his life, he’d do it. Not having Steve around has been… weird. The fact that they know where he is but can’t get him only makes it worse.

The kids have all been off, snappish to the point their teachers noticed, and Will yelled, actually yelled, at Mike yesterday.

“I will go alone.” El adds. “Find him by myself.” She would, too. The second they leave her alone, she’ll go into the woods and if she finds a gate? Well, she’ll almost certainly go through it.

Mom runs her hands through her hair, and Jonathan hugs her quickly. He knows she and Hopper haven’t been sleeping, that they’ve been staying up at night to try and figure out a good way to get Steve out. “Jonathan, Nancy, would you take her?”

Hopper and Mom both still have jobs, and the kids are in school—it’s probably for the best that they don’t know about this attempt. They’d just try and join in, and he really doesn’t want to wrangle six kids through the woods.

Technically, he and Nancy have school too, but Nancy’s got next week’s work done already and he can catch up easily.

It’s not like he’s really been able to focus on his teachers, anyway.

Steve might be able to handle the kids, probably would be if he or Nancy were trapped instead, but he has no idea how. Will and El, maybe one more of them, that’s fine for him. But all of them? Jonathan’s never been sure how to get them to listen.

“Yes.” Nancy answers. “We’ll take her. El, go eat and get dressed. We’ll try and be back before the kids get out of school.”

“Thank you.” Mom hugs all three of them, hard and fast, and then she has to leave, too.

“Do you really think she’ll find him?” Nancy whispers. They’re walking a little behind El, letting her lead them on whatever path she’s following. Possibly a path Steve has walked today.

“I don’t think she’ll stop trying until she does.”

They spend a lot longer in the woods than they intended to; the kids come and find them in the end. He doesn’t know how—they didn't bring a walkie with them, and it’s not like they would work at this distance anyway.

“Mom said since it’s Saturday tomorrow, we could help look now.” Will tells him. Jonathan doesn’t think he’s lying.

El hasn’t said much of anything to them all day; he has no idea what she’s been picking up on that makes her so sure Steve is close. She doesn't even greet the others, fingers staying loosely by her side when Mike tries to take her hand.

“Okay, but we’re not staying out too late.” He says, looking over all the kids.

“Yeah, we don’t want to be out here after dark.” Lucas agrees. “And my parents will kill me if I miss curfew again.”

“Here.” El stops after a few more minutes of walking. Mike tries to take her hand, but she ignores him again, the way she’s been ignoring all the kids since they showed up. Max isn’t able to get a reaction out her either. 

“Here? You’re sure?” Dustin asks, and all the kids start talking at once. Nancy leans towards him.

“Should we get Hopper and Joyce?” Yes. Yes, they should. They need to, really.

“I don’t think the kids will wait, even though it’s the smart thing to do.” They’re not unprepared; the kids have their little weapons, he knows Nancy has two pistols on her, and he’s got an ordinary bat, because El was not going to wait for him to hammer nails into this one.

“We have to go.” El looks at him, with all the seriousness and gravity of someone more than double her age, and points at the mini-gate ahead.

The edges are flickering, like it’s going to close soon.

It probably will.

“I am going.” She tells them. “They will come with me.”

“I know.” Jonathan says. They don’t have time to wait, and the kids won’t accept a couple of them staying behind to let his mom and Hopper know what’s happened.

Stepping in front of them, bat raised, he walks through the gate first.

Steve sees the faint glow of a gate, maybe a mile and a half away—he’s never been great at tracking distances.

He can’t run very fast; his legs won’t cooperate with that.

But he tries. He jogs as fast as he can, and eventually, he can see something—someone?—on the other side.

They come through—a group of people—and he’s too late. He’s too late, because the gate closes behind them.

If he had anything to bet, he'd bet that he knows exactly who they are, and what they're doing.

He sees the demogorgon before they do.

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If he’s right—if they came after him—he can’t let them die. He can’t let them die for him. He pushes himself harder, faster, feels the still-healing bites on his ankles rip back open, start bleeding.

Good. It will draw it away from them.

He launches himself in front of them.

Swings the bat.

Feels it connect.

Rips it out.

Aims for the head.

Over and over again, ignoring the shouting behind him. There’s another one, circling, but it’s staying back for now.

Something bumps his shoulder, but when he glances over, it’s only Jonathan, standing back to back with him, his own bat raised.

Just a regular bat, though. It will hold them off a little, but it’s not great.

Nancy’s got a pistol out. Lucas has that little slingshot at the ready.

He can’t let them get hurt.

When the second one circles close enough, he goes for the torso on purpose, hoping to lead it away.

He doesn’t see the other two—demodogs, not fully grown yet, thankfully—behind it.

They bite and claw at him; he’s so close to them he can hardly hear the gunshots.

Jonathan pulls him away, looking… angry?

“Steve, what the fuck?” He asks. “Why did you do that?”

 “You didn’t… see… the first one… coming.” Steve barely manages to catch his breath enough to speak. He’s never really been a great runner. 

“No, I get that. Why take that one,” He nudges the second corpse with the tip of his bat, “alone?”

“I’m not letting any of you get hurt.” He looks them over, the kids’ faces all strained with worry and fear, Nancy still holding her pistol tightly. “I swear it, I’ll protect you all, or I’ll die trying.”

“Steve.” Nancy gasps, and he knows she didn’t mean to say it that way, like it was wrenched from the depths of her soul, from the look on her face.

“Come on.” He pushes against Jonathan a little, stepping towards the kids, even though standing by himself hurts. It’s worse than it’s been in days, but they really can’t afford to stay out here. He can’t protect them all in the open like this, and Nancy will run out of bullets if they’re not careful.  “I don’t really have a hideout, I’ve just kind of been sleeping in trees. But we’ve got to get you all somewhere safe.”

"Hurt." El slips her warm little hand into his free one.

"I'll be okay," He tells her, remembering her lying rule. "We can take care of it when we’re safe.”

He needs to get them out of here.

El squeezes his hand, hard. God, she’s just a kid. A little girl. She shouldn't see him like this.

None of the kids should, and he wants to be pissed at Nancy and Jonathan for bringing them here, but he doesn’t have time right now. They can't stay out in the open.

“Where are we going, Steve?” Dustin comes around his other side.

“My place.” He says. He hasn’t actually been there yet—he’s been avoiding it; it’s probably not much better in the Upside Down than in it is Hawkins—but it’s closer than the Byers’. He probably wouldn’t make it there, at this rate.

That, and his packets of crackers are barely enough to keep him fed. He doesn’t know how long they’re going to be in here for, doesn’t know when—or if—another gate will open anytime soon.

“How long has it been?” He asks as the kids gather around him, mindful of the nailbat.

“Nearly two weeks.” Nancy answers. “We haven’t found another gate. El could tell us you were alive, but she couldn’t pinpoint where you were.”

“I’ve been moving a lot.” He nods to one of his marks on the trees. “Trying to find a gate or something.”

“Yeah.” He can feel their eyes on the back of his head, even as the kids start whispering to each other and asking him questions.

He does his best not to think about how hurt Jonathan looked when he pushed him away. It's not Jonathan actually cares, anyway. He's probably only here for the kids' sake.

“This looks bad, Steve.” He’d only let Nancy in to help clean and bandage the wounds because El had stared him down. He can handle this himself, and from Nancy’s frown, she’s not too happy about it either. But he doesn’t need to get in a fight with a superpowered pre-teen today.

“It’s been nearly two weeks, they were healing. Ripped back open today. This is the worst they’ve been in a while.” Steve leans back against the mirror. The rot of Upside Down doesn’t seem to have infected his house like it has the woods, or maybe he’s just used to how things look here now.

That, and if he’s not facing the mirror, he doesn’t have to think about how he must look—probably pale and unwell, with too-long hair and an unshaven face. 

His mother would throw a fit if she saw him.

“What have you been eating?” She asks. “Most of the food here doesn’t look edible.”

“It isn’t.” He doesn’t bother to hide the wince as she tightens the bandages. She’d call him on it if he did, and he doesn’t have the energy for that lecture right now. “I’ve got crackers.”

“Crackers?”

“If you know about more food around here, feel free to go get it. I checked the school first. I tried town first, you know. Got chased out. That’s how I got these in the first place.” 

“We’re going to get out of here.”

Spoken like someone who hasn’t been looking for a way out for two weeks.

“Yeah, we need to get the kids out.” He agrees, and it’s not what she wants him to say, but Will’s already been stuck here, and he still has ‘asthma’ attacks fairly often. 

Joyce and Hopper wore Hazmat suits when they came in here. They have none of that protection.

By the time he’d realized he should be wearing something over his mouth and nose, it’d been a few days. They had in the tunnels, but he’d been more concerned with other things at the time.

“If there are clothes that aren’t infected here, use them as masks.” He hops down from the counter. “We don’t have anything to cover our eyes, but we should limit exposure as much as we can. Especially for Will.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve survived two weeks, Nancy.” It’s a little mean, but he doesn’t care about being nice right now. She and Jonathan are one thing—ideally, none of them should ever be here, but all the kids?

They can be stubborn but they’re also all like five feet tall, it’s not that hard to shove them to the ground.

“Steve.” Nancy’s hands are on his face when he looks at her again. They’re warm, and he wonders how cold his skin feels to her. 

Everything feels so cold here. As much as he wants to pull away, he can’t make himself do it, savoring the warmth for a moment.

“What’s going on? You spaced out.” 

Fuck. He hadn’t had anyone to confirm those episodes, and he can’t tell time here anyway.

“I’ll be okay.” He steps out of her reach. “Don’t worry about me. We need a plan.”

“The kids have been making one around the kitchen table the whole time we’ve been up here, I think we can spare a few minutes.”

“And those few minutes don’t need to be in the Upside Down. The sooner we get out of here, the better.”

He walks around her when she doesn’t move out of his way.

“Steve.” He turns to look at her, watches the way her brow scrunches as she looks him up and down again. “You don’t have to pretend.”

“Pretend what?”

“Don’t play dumb, it really doesn’t suit you. You’ve always been good at reading people, you know exactly what I mean.”

“Later, Nance.” He doesn’t want to explain to her—with the kids probably listening right outside the door, because she says they’re at the table but they’re all too curious for their own good—that he’s been in pain, cold, starving, and terrified out of his mind for the better part of two weeks and that he’s drained, he’s tired of all it. And when they weren’t here it wasn’t as much of a problem—he could sleep in any tree he wanted, pretty much, as long as he could climb it. Now he has to figure out how to feed them all and keep them all safe. Sure, Nancy’s got her pistols, Jonathan’s got that new bat of his, but she’ll run out of bullets eventually and a regular wooden bat isn’t very effective against demogorgons.

Of course, El’s here too, but he doesn’t want her to fight if she doesn’t need to. Her powers take a lot out of her and she shouldn’t need to worry about that, or protecting her friends. 

“Steve! Are you gonna die?” Dustin doesn’t even wait until the door is fully open, and Steve lets himself laugh. 

“No, shithead. I’m not going to die. Don’t worry about me. We have a plan to make, remember?” Dustin nods and immediately starts talking, which means the others all start putting in their own ideas.

They’re so easily redirected at times, it’s almost funny.

What it really serves as is a reminder for young they are, all over again.

He’s not paying much attention to what Jonathan is doing, so he nearly falls over when he wraps a warm arm around Steve’s waist.

“You look like you’re going to fall over, man. Let us help you for once.” He doesn’t sound mad, not the way he did earlier, but Jonathon Byers is one person he’s never been good at reading, no matter how many times he tries. Will is a little easier—he’s still a kid, and the amount of trust he and the rest of the kids put in Steve helps.

Most days, he’s not even sure that Jonathan likes him, let alone trusts him.

Actually, these days, he knows Jonathan doesn't like him. 

“Thanks?” It comes out as more of a question than he intends, and he ignores the ‘subtle’ look Nancy and Jonathan share. Since when do they want to help him?

“Nancy, do you remember where my bedroom is?” He asks. “We need to get stuff for masks. And maybe some of it can be ripped up for bandages.”

“Do you think we’ll need more, Steve?” Will’s at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide. “Are you bleeding a lot?” He and El have stayed a few steps behind the other kids, and Max is half-turned toward them like she’s listening in, too.

“Nah, little Byers, but it’s good to be prepared, right?” He detaches himself from Jonathan and manages the last few steps on his own, ruffling Will’s hair. “Like you would in your dungeon game, right?”

“Dungeons and Dragons, Steve, come on.” Will rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling a little bit. Will’s caught onto his little game of pretending he doesn’t know what Dungeons and Dragons is called, but none of the others have yet.

“You can’t keep hiding things from them.” Jonathan says quietly. “They’re going to be insufferable when they find out.”

“Yeah. ‘Friends don’t lie.’ I know. But for now, they don’t need to be worried about me. We need to get out.”

“And you think any of us is going to let you stay behind and play bait?” Now he’s upset, moving into Steve’s space, and it would be so easy to shove him away, but he doesn’t really want to.

Jonathan’s warm, and everything here is so cold.

And because, even though he knows it's only so the kids don't overhear, for a second Steve can pretend it's because Jonathan cares.

Not the time to think about that.

“Or were you going to leave that part out?” Nancy’s holding what looks like a drawerful of his clothes. “You can distract them all you want, Steve, I know you.”

Does she?

They haven’t exchanged much more than small talk in months, even before he overheard their conversation.

He knows better than to tread where he’s not wanted, no matter how much it hurts.

Watching Steve turn away stings more than she thought it would. Jonathan takes half of the clothes out of her arms, giving her a look.

“He wants us to use them as masks.”

“And he hasn’t had one this whole time because…”

“His old bandages were ripped from the clothes he’s wearing.” He didn’t have anything else.

“Did he tell you anything?”

“Not really.” Steve’s good at figuring other people out, but when it comes to himself, he either doesn’t care to—or maybe he doesn’t know how.

Nancy pauses. Steve had zoned out, but only for a few minutes. It might not be anything.

It could be something here affecting him. Does he even know that he’s been zoning out? What if it had happened while he was climbing a tree, or fighting off a demogorgon?

Or it could be from the concussions he’s had lately. She’s noticed that he’s been getting migraines more than he ever used to.

It scares her.

It scares her, because after Hargrove beat him up, Hopper had had to go after him when he’d tried to walk home, and it wasn’t until Joyce saw his face in daylight the next morning that she’d insisted he go to the hospital.

That had been a fight. The kids had been stumbling over themselves to talk in between calling their parents and making plans to get home.

She knows his parents weren’t home. He wouldn’t have tried to leave if they were.

He had to have lied about Joyce and Hopper about it; there’s no way they would have let him stay by himself.

She’d been pissed at herself when she’d seen him at school the next week, bruises looking worse than ever, and had realized that she hadn’t even thought to mention that he was probably alone to anyone.

She hadn’t even checked up on him once. She doesn’t know if Hopper or Joyce did. IF they had, they hadn’t mentioned it.

Out of habit, she checks that her pistols are in place.

“What’s that for?” Mike asks, just a little too loudly.

“Arts and Crafts, Wheeler, get with the program.” Steve deadpans. Mike glares at him, but when Lucas elbows him he doesn’t say anything.

“Steve thought we should all have something to cover our faces,” Nancy explains. “Tie it around your mouth and nose.” She hadn’t really gone through them earlier, but t-shirts should work, right? They’ll be really big for their intended purpose, sure, but that just means they can double or triple fold them.

More layers might be better protection, too.

She ties hers on as the kids help each other with theirs. As soon as Steve has tied Max’s into place, she turns around and holds out a hand.

“Aw, Maxie, are you going soft on us now?” Steve teases, voice lilting a little, and she kind of hates the way it makes her heart lurch. He used to tease Holly with that tone.

He used to tease her with that tone. They're not friendly enough for it now, and it just reminds her of how much she's been missing him.

A little ridiculous, really, because he’s been right here the whole time.

“Never.” She scoffs. “I’m just making sure you set a good example.”

And even though she knows it’s different, she misses when things were that easy between them.

“Hey, Steve.” She catches his attention when the kids have moved away. She probably should have asked earlier, while they were still upstairs. It would have spared him some pain, at least. “Did you want to change?”

“Yeah, I probably should.” But he doesn’t stand up right away, and when he does he’s leaning on the table for a long moment before he straightens and takes the set of clothes she’d grabbed for him. 

She doesn’t even have to look at Jonathan for him to follow Steve out, in case he falls or something.

Steve’s not going to be happy that they’re hovering, but he’s scaring her.

Nancy’s also worried that he’s hiding another injury from them—something more immediately dangerous than his ankles.

“Is Steve okay?” Dustin asks, looking ready to go after them. Steve would hate the kids seeing him like that even more than he will Jonathan, though.

“He’ll be okay. He’s just worried about all of you.” She tells him. She doesn’t want to lie to the kids, but Steve might actually kill her if she tells them the whole truth. “He’s figured out how to survive here alone, and even though we want to help him, he has to worry about us now too.”

“We can take care of ourselves!” Mike protests, and she shoots him a look. “El has powers!”

El shakes her head. “I have been using them to find Steve.”

“Well, you still have them!”

“Steve does not want me to use them.” She answers, in that calm, serious way of hers. It would be unnerving if Nancy wasn’t so used to it.

“We can talk about that later. What have you figured out so far?” She tries to redirect. Will’s got a piece of paper in front of him, and he’s been sketching a very rough map of the woods.

She’s not sure where he found it, or if he’d brought it in. She’s not sure it’s worth it to ask right now.

“Steve said he’s been sleeping in trees, right? Maybe he’s noticed more unusual spots.” Lucas nods to the map. “Maybe he can mark them for us.” The kids are off again, going over what Will remembers—which he’s never been the most forthcoming about—and their own theories.

Nancy leaves them to it and goes to raid the kitchen. She’d only taken a glance earlier, but it turns out what Steve said is true.

Everything that’s cold is bad. He’s got some wrapped foods that might be okay, but she’s not sure how much she wants to risk someone getting sick here.

“Nance?” Jonathan’s voice pulls her from her cupboard search.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing happened.” He glances back into the dining room and lowers his voice. “Just wanted to know what you found.”

“Not a lot. These might be okay,” She shakes the still-sealed box of pop tarts, “But pretty much everything else is bad. He’s been living off crackers.”

“Mom is going to freak out.”

“At least it’s a weekend?” It's a ridiculous thing to say—they have no idea when they’ll get out of here.

They don't even know what time it is. It’s so dark here. 

“Yeah, I guess.” They check all the cupboards, but there’s not much else, only a few cans that aren’t covered in Upside Down mold.

It won’t be enough for all of them for long, and she doesn't trust anything left open, so they’re probably going to have to split one can at a time until they’re out.

God, she hopes they’re out of here soon.

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Fexi. 13.

alright friends, this has been fun but i must conclude my little prompt fill project for now. i leave you all with this. 👽🛸

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It’s a normal Friday night at East Highland Certified Dairy, Lexi hanging out and flirting with Fezco between customers. All the chaos that had gone on earlier in the year has finally settled and Lexi has been enjoying every minute of alone time she’s managed to soak up with Fez up until the lights flicker off in the whole neighborhood and they are left in the dark, crowded up against each other on the counter.

“The fuck is this shit ‘bout?” her boyfriend questions mere moments before a bright light illuminates the night sky in the back parking lot.

Lexi is fairly certain she’s never moved so fast in her life, jumping down from the counter with Fez close on her tail as they scramble for the back door.

A single beam holds steady in the parking lot and Lexi watches in wonder as a girl appears out of nowhere in the center. Other than the fact this person has purple skin and silver hair, they look every bit an annoyed teenager, tapping away on some sort of device as they snap their gum. Startling green eyes look up from the device, finally realizing they aren’t alone, and Lexi feels Fezco reach for her hand and squeeze tight.

“Sorry to like, interrupt,” the alien girl says, stereotypical Valley Girl accent being used, as if she’s studied Earth's media for a time like this. “But my dad is way, way lost and our navigation isn’t working in your atmosphere. We wouldn’t happen to be in Roswell, would we?”

Beside her, Fezco’s mouth gapes open for a moment before he snaps it shut and answers. “Nah, you in SoCal.”

The alien girl sighs dramatically. “Alright, well do you like, know how to get to Roswell?”

“East,” Lexi supplies, entirely unhelpfully before she shakes herself out of her stupor. “You need to have him head eastward, you’re looking for New Mexico. Roswell is in the desert, so less city lights surrounding it.”

The purple skinned girl cracks a smile. “Cool. Thanks for the information, I’ve been like, trying to tell my dad we’re in the wrong spot for the last couple of hours but he insists he knows where he’s going just because he’s been there before. The man hates asking for directions.”

“Yeah,” Lexi replies, in a daze. “Sounds like a dad to me.”

The girl taps on her device once more, the light surrounding her glowing brighter.

“Thanks again!” she shouts before evaporating away.

The object floating in the sky shimmers once before zooming off and Fez drags Lexi into the parking lot as the neighborhood’s lights flicker back on. She thinks they spend hours staring at the night sky, but she knows it can’t be more than minutes when her phone rings and it’s Rue asking if their power had gone out over there.

“Yeah Rue, we’re fine,” she reassures her best friend again. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

She’s ending the call when Fezco tucks her into his chest, his eyes still watching the stars. The sudden confirmation that there’s other life out there is a shock to both of them, and well, there’s no going back now, is there?

#no-vember prompts #bex writes things #fexi #fexi forever

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Olive's baby-sitter

Chap 3 " movie night"

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, hurry up!!” You think. As soon as you get out of the store, you drive as fast as you can back to high school to give Tia her bike back.

You almost fall off the bike when you get there, out of breath you give Tia her keys back. You pause for a few seconds to catch your breath and say "Thanks Tia... I have to go... otherwise I'll be late". And just as quickly you ran off to get Olive.

Dwayne watches the whole scene from a distance thinking "what the f- is going on". It's the first time he, Tia, and Soph have seen you do so much sport.

You arrive at Olive's elementary school, almost passing out.

When you get home, you let Olive have her snack and you take the opportunity to put Dwayne's gift on his desk.

Then you go to Olive’s room and suggest you watch her favorite DVD, a beauty contest from last year. This is your strategy, not brave, to avoid seeing Dwayne and be completely embarrassed when he will find your gift.

When you hear the front door open your heart stops for a moment. You think you're going to die of stress but suddenly the phone rings and you hear Richard answer, your soul returns to your body.

"Can we go to the garden? I want to show you my new moves!" Olive asks and you immediately agree, you won't survive this fear a second time and in the garden, you won't hear anything.

As usual, as soon as Dwayne gets home, he goes straight to his room. He stops when he sees something on his desk; "American Idiot" by Green Day with a little note: "I thought you might like it. Thanks again for everything :)". His cheeks turn instantly red, and he can hear his heart pounding in his ears. You don't know it but he has a crush on you, it was almost love at first sight. Dwayne decided to ignore his feelings until they fades but it's been getting harder and harder to hide them. He sees the boys in high school talking about you, and Grandpa's questions. All of this makes him jealous and scared... He has decided to be nicer to you, he doesn't know yet where it will lead him but it’s worth taking the risk even if he is convinced that you will never see him as more than a friend.

When you walk back down the hallway with Olive, you see Dwayne lying on his bed with his headphones on reading a book. You are relieved that he likes your gift but you dread the moment when you'll have to face him. In your eyes, this gift is almost a love confession but for Dwayne, who has friend zoned himself, you did it out of pure friendship.

You are drawn out of your thoughts when you hear Sheryl and Richard start to argue in their room. You leave Olive with Grandpa and go to start making dinner (you sometimes do this when Sheryl has had a tiring day). When you're done, you call everyone and you all start to eat in awkward silence. It is broken by Sheryl "You know your uncle Frank is in the hospital and well tomorrow he is coming to stay with us for a while. Dwayne, you will be sharing your room with him" she said in a tone that implied that he had no choice. You could see the anger rising in him as he began to write frantically on his notepad. "It's unfair! This is the only place I have to myself!".

"You don't have a choice Dwayne, he can't be left alone and your room is the only place where there is room. The discussion is over." You can feel the tension crushing you. Dwayne smashes the table as he gets up and storms off to his room.

You clear the table with the rest of the family still in silence. Sheryl and Richard start to argue again. You wait for a second and suggest to Sheryl that you take Olive home to watch a movie, to save her from the stress of seeing her parents yelling at each other. It's also for you, your parents have been fighting a lot since you were a little, and it gives you a lot of anxiety to hear Sheryl and Richard fighting now. She agrees so you go to Olive "Olive do you want to come to watch a movie at my house?" "Oh yes! I'll get to see your house!". "Get ready then, and take a jacket it's cold at night."

You think for a second and wonder if what you are about to do is a good idea. You knock softly on Dwayne's door before going inside. "Dwayne, I- I don't know if this is the right time, b-but Olive and I are going to watch a movie at my house since my parents aren't here. Do.. you.. want to come?" You're having a hard time talking under the shyness. With a slight nod, Dwayne agrees and then stands up.

On the way you hardly speak, you are so shy after giving him this gift. Olive outranks you by a few feet. You think this is the best time to talk to Dwayne about your day. "I hope the CD made you happy. I wanted to give it to you and I hope I chose the right one. Hum, I...I noticed that your behavior towards me has changed, and even tho I don't really understand why it makes me happy." You say, looking down at your feet to hide your completely red face. You look over and see Dwayne writing. Your stress is at its peak. Without a word he hands you his notepad, "I'm glad it makes you happy. "

You're pleased, and you're getting pretty confident, "I don't want to sound like I'm bragging, but I'd like to think that you don't hate me as much as the rest of the world." You say with a laugh. Without realizing it you arrived in front of your house. You open the door and Olive, bursting with joy, says "Can you show us your room? I really want to see it! "Sure," you reply with a big smile. Your room isn't very big, posters cover your walls, and your impressive comic book collection surprises Dwayne. "Is that your makeup?" Olive comes to you with a box.

"Oh yeah, I haven't worn it in a while" That's right, since you got to high school you stopped wearing it. "If you want it, you can have it."

"Really?" She asks, with stars in her eyes.

"Really." you laugh. You know it makes her happy. She’s always wanted some since she started watching beauty pageants. "Will your parents agree?" you ask Dwayne. In response, he shrugs his shoulders as if to say "I don't know". After Olive is done looking at every corner of your room you three go downstairs to the living room "What do you want to watch?" you ask as you take out the DVDs. Olive has the last word and chooses Finding Nemo.

While Dwayne puts on the movie you go and make some popcorn. The three of you sit on the couch, Olive on the right, Dwayne in the middle, and you on the left. You put the popcorn on the coffee table and start the movie. You can barely concentrate on the movie because you are so nervous about sitting so close to Dwayne. Your couch isn't very big, so your shoulders are touching. About one hour through the movie you start to fall asleep after all you have a very, very tiring day. Without realizing it, your eyes close and your head falls on Dwayne's shoulder, startling him. Now he's the one who can't concentrate on the movie. You are sleeping on his shoulder and he is so happy. Not wanting to wake you up he doesn't move at all, he hardly breathes just in case.

At the end of the movie, he gently wakes you up. He shows you a note written in advance "The movie is over, we have to go before it's too late. Thanks for the evening, it really cheered me up. We can do this again someday if you want to.” You don't know it but he thought for 10 minutes before writing this. Half awake you answer "I do". 

"See you tomorrow. Good night you two." You give Olive a hug and Dwayne a fist bump. As the door closes behind them you smack your forehead, "A fist bump, you dumbass! Oh my god, this is so embarrassing !!!"

#danonation #paul dano #dwayne hoover #dwayne hoover x reader #little miss sunshine #lms #paul dano x reader #dwayne x reader #the riddler #dwayne hoover x you #dwayne x y/n