#I haven’t seen anything like it yet that checks off all the marks that *i* want to see so!!!!!!

[genderfluid-insomniac]

age regression!reader with the harbingers

a/n: this was for a request on ao3 but I post all of my works on both platforms (still updating the ao3 one)

THIS ISN'T A SEXUAL THING!! IF YOU MAKE IT ONE I WILL BLOCK YOU!!

Pierro

Usually seems stoic and uncaring but you know him better than most people being his little. Pierro was very understanding and a tad confused until you explained it, wanting to help in any way possible and buying anything you wanted (and more if he thought you’d like it).

Best storyteller as he’s seen so much as both the royal mage of Khaenri’ah and the director of the harbingers; so whenever you want a story and he’s free from work all you have to do is ask. He makes sure you have proper health and won’t budge if you want sweets but you haven’t eaten a meal yet. A strict but very kind and caring caregiver.

If probably one of the most protective caregivers of all. of the harbingers given that he’s got a big target on his back for a variety of reasons (being Khaenri’an, top harbinger, war crimes, etc.). He never leaves you alone if he has to leave which is almost never since he’s rarely sent on missions and is the one the harbingers report back to, keeping you in a side room off of his office within view of both of you and checking on your from time to time between meal breaks.

Pierro loves how small you are in his arms and how your eyes are full of innocence when you are little, if he could keep you with him he would. He has tons of blankets to keep you warm from the cold that seeps in from the harsh weather and makes large fires in the evenings as he does paperwork while you play on the carpet with your crayons and plushies.

Il Capitano

Now as much as he seems tough and cold, behind closed doors you know he’s ironically one of the softest people you’ve met and has said that he’d kill for you if anyone threatened to hurt you in either state (little or big). Capitano keeps you as much of a secret as he can in fear of something happening to you and also away from Childe because, from his point of view, he’s a fighting-crazed maniac and doesn’t want little you to be corrupted.

You are one of the only people to see his face and it’s gorgeous including all the scars and burn marks, cupping your hands on his cheeks and giggling as the soft smile he wears just for you. He has a small team of soldiers that watch you whenever he has to leave and they secretly adore you, gentle expressions watch over you as you play with the toys that Capitano gave you and snack on local fruits while an abyss mage blanket is wrapped around you.

He adores your sleeping face or when you’re yawning after a long day and settling down for a nap, Capitano’s very glad his head covering hides his face because he’s smiling so wide and looking so soft. He has a hidden talent for getting you to sleep in seconds and all it takes for it to happen is to whisper comforting comments into your ear while rocking you.

This man’s voice is shockingly deep and wouldn’t tell anyone but can sing fairly well however he only knows basic folk songs or songs he’s picked up from his travelers. He will only sing if he’s 100% sure he’s alone and is mostly silent around the other harbingers so only his soldiers and you get the honor of hearing his voice.

Dottore

The doctor loves little you no matter what age you are but does have a hard and fast rule which is no playing in his lab. Ever. He acts like he doesn’t care about humanity but he's such a hypocrite as he would kill for you.

In his lab, there is a corner that is sectioned off specifically for you to be in with toys, blankets, plushies, spill-proof food, and drinks however the fencing surrounding the corner is high enough that you can’t climb over it, and thin but strong material. So you can easily see whatever your caregiver is up to but stay safe and out of harm in case anything happens.

If fussy then he’ll usually have a segment around to comfort you and attend to your needs if OG Dottore absolutely needs to do Harbinger work which both of you don’t like for different reasons. There are rare times when what he’s experimenting with or on something (like shield potions or enhanced foods) that he deems “safe” enough he’ll let you sit by him and color or fidget.

You have a lot of perfect tools for your regression that work perfectly because Dottore has done trials of what you like and what you don’t like. For example, your favorite blanket you have is a big Pyro abyss mage fur blanket that he made and keeps you warm with the mage’s abilities infused into the fur. Currently, you’ve seen him working on a cryo version for the harsh cold of Snezhnaya when you want to go outside and play in the snow but he’s yet been able to infuse a cryo-resistant effect which frustrates him to no end.

He has a strange talent for knowing exactly what’s bothering you before you know it given his knowledge of the human body and anatomy, preventing any meltdowns before they happen and keeping little you happy and satisfied.

This man is very protective over you knowing if someone finds out the second fatui harbinger had a soft spot for a human then you’re going to be a main target for his destruction and that cannot happen. Very rarely leaves you alone when you’re little and has either a trusted fatuus or segment be with you until he can get back.

Like in Sumeru, Dottore wanted to bring you with him but couldn’t due to his work having to be his main focus and secretly being worried about the traveler or Sumerian guards hurting you. He ended up leaving in the care of Arlecchino who agreed but under certain circumstances for her own mission in Fontaine and she often had some of the children from the house of the hearth care for you when she had meetings. (Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet adored you and sent you letters or “magic” gifts when you had to leave)

Columbina

This goes without saying but has one of the best singing voices of all of them and has put some of her soldiers to sleep by accident when they’ve overheard her singing to herself since her voice carries. You have been put to sleep by her voice and melodies countless times you’ve lost track and little you really like her voice. So whenever she can she’ll bring you into her office, placing you in a short walled-off area beside her, and humming or singing a favorite song while she works to reward you for being good.

Since she is the third harbinger no one really knows about her strength and that includes you, very rarely have you gotten glimpses of her power, and its always when someone threatens you or dares to question why Lady Columbina keeps a child at her side. Your caregiver shields you from the violence of the world because you’re her little one, her light among the darkness and she’s your mommy, your angelic caregiver who makes all your wishes come true.

Columbina, despite being one of the strongest harbingers, is very weak to your big cute eyes pleading for another blanket, toy, of sweet she brought back from a faraway nation and she of course bends to your wishes. At times you’ve babbled about how you have your very own fairy godmother who wipes your tears and rocks you gently whenever you get fussy. She spoils you rotten and has no shame in it, having your own room attached to hers that is baby-proofed but also filled with everything you could ever need. The room looks almost like it’s made of clouds with pacifiers hung on the wall for you to grab and everything organized in a multilayered box that contains the softest comfort clothes, pull-ups, clean wipes, and noise-canceling headphones for overstimulation.

Another one of the harbingers that is very protective of you and will not hesitate to kill others if it means getting her little one back in her arms. However, she’s pretty confident about being able to protect you; so very rarely will be brought to a meeting and sitting on your mommy’s lap happily napping or relaxing in her big coat. Some of her other colleagues aren’t fond of you being in the meeting while others are very fond of you and as a gift one winter solstice, you were gifted your own big fluffy coat resembling your mama’s coat.

Arlecchino

She isn’t one for gifts but will give you the necessary things like toys, blankets, and eventually other things from neighboring nations that she thinks your little self would like. Arlecchino has everything in themes of the ocean because of her love for her homeland and has everything organized in a somewhat kid-proof box with some stray blankets or toys out for you to play with unless you want others. Whenever you’re regressed (normally in Fountaine since that’s where she mainly stays unless sent otherwise) she pretends not to notice her children Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet giving you gifts as well. Little you is very shy and happy so when you’ve been given a gift you blush looking up at them and timidly murmuring a “thank you” to whoever gave you a gift.

One of the most protective people out of all the harbingers and if anyone decides to fuck with her little one, doesn’t resist killing that person and genuinely is wondering if they’re stupid enough to attack someone close to a harbinger. She mostly brings you with her but on occasions she can’t she keeps you in her office with her most trusted soldiers. You’re comfortable with your favorite blanket and toy all bundled up in the corner babbling about with the innocent child look in your eyes that she loves completely safe. On occasion, she’ll have one of the hearth children come and play with you, those are the days you really look forward to because you rarely get playmates aside from your mommy.

Arlecchino rarely leaves on missions but when she does she leaves you in the care of some of her soldiers along with Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet to take care of you. They seriously love you and take care of you like their own sibling; Lynette of course spoils you with deserts much to Lyney’s dismay who amazes you with magic tricks and Freminet who tells you all about underwater animals. When Arlecchino does take you with her she keeps you with her at all times unless she has to go somewhere where you can’t go or it’s dangerous. In that case, she tells you to stay put at the base until she gets back setting you up with all the necessities and ordering some of her soldiers in and outside of the room.

Sandrone

At first, Marionette thought she had everything down by using her mechanical puppets to take care of you but that proved very wrong when you had nonstop tantrums and cried about wanting your real mommy claiming that these puppets were emotionless (which was true). She then had you with her at all times, including when she locks herself in her lab for hours on end focusing on her research and you’re right beside her with a puppet to bring you anything you want. You’re quite happy since you’re near your mommy and you can play and nap like you want, getting attention from time to time and when Sandrone wants a break she’ll bring you into her arms for a quick nap or cozy affections.

Is similar to Dottore about the necessities as she can pretty much make or get whatever you need and does “experiment” on you and it’s not what you think. She creates different blankets, pacifiers, and comfort clothes using different materials and learns what you like and what you don’t like. Her little one has a number of different toys (quite advanced and new) that she invented and some of them shockingly can respond to your babbles.

Since she brings you with her, where she’s traveling if there comes a time when anything dangerous happens she’ll use her main puppet that she sits on to open a sizable compartment where she’ll put her little in until the danger is over and then bring you out when this is over. Comforting you if you get scared and pulling out a small music box that sounds like your favorite song, running her fingers through your hair, and silently rubbing shapeless figures on your back.

Tartaglia

Oh my gods, this man doesn’t stop giving you gifts and toys so you have to have a couple of chests full or you share them with his siblings. You do know about his harbinger status however your little self loves the cover status he uses for his siblings and he takes great pride in encouraging it when he plays with you, joyfully claiming you’re his biggest customer and going in for tickles as a reward for being such an amazing patron (even when he had to explain to your regressed self what patron meant). Childe has a small playpen right next to his desk but back enough so he could hold your hand if you wanted and you giggled and babbled bashfully at the large space given to you. His heart warms when you draw crudely done pictures of both of you and show him with a very proud smile like a new soldier winning their first battle.

Might be one of the very protective ones even if he acts aloof and if even one person makes a move or gives off a harmful intent, he’s not holding back if the other person threatens him or his little one for a debt release and is washing some of the blood off of his clothes before he comes to see you. When you’re regressed or your mind is fuzzy you’re not sure why he always has you with him or promises that you’ll never get hurt or harmed in any way as long as he’s alive.

We all know this man is always on missions and on some of them he can’t bring you with him which pains him to no end, hoping you’re alright and his little one is not missing him too much. Like the others sent his most trusted soldiers to watch over you and care for your needs, often hearing that his siblings joined you for most of the day and smiling at the thought of you happily babbling on about your excitement. No harbingers are allowed to even be near you, especially not Il Dottore and the only exception in the fatui now was Arlecchino and Pulcinella.

It should be no surprise that the 11th harbinger spoils you with treats from all different nations and most of them are sugary or your favorite flavors. You have a whole pantry of snacks and food to nibble on if you’re hungry, they’re also non-complex foods and stuff you can easily just grab and eat. Even though your caregiver is very sweet towards you he is strict in the sense of making sure you’re nourished and not just made up of sugar. Childe also doesn’t want you to get sick or cavities if he can help it. So sweets are mostly kept to when you’re good or if he comes back/home from a long mission (usually with you there) and you’re happy either way, your favorite foods make you more agreeable.

Childe absolutely had a hard bedtime that he makes you follow however it doesn’t mean he’s just going to leave in bed to fall asleep in the dark and go about his own. He lets you pick a story for him to read or make up as you fall asleep and quietly sneaks out once he’s sure you’re sound asleep with little chance of waking up. If you have a nightmare he’ll let you cuddle with him and talk out your nightmare so it doesn’t seem scary anymore.

Pantalone

You are so spoiled by him and your whole room is filled with stuff you asked for and also didn’t ask for courtesy of your caregiver. He had a smaller version of the formal harbinger coat made for you and instructed you to wear it when you were outside with anyone, taking extra precautions with the fur and buttons so you couldn’t take them off or chew on them. He has a whole separate wardrobe of outfits for your little self and it’s all in your favorite colors. All you need to do is point to it and he’ll get it as soon as he can or if it’s someone else’s he’s not going to take it cause it’s not sanitary but he’ll make an identical one from scratch.

The banker seems not that violet or caring to anyone given his impartial opinion and blatant lack of care in La Signora’s death however that’s cause he didn’t really have any attachments to his colleagues because that’s all they were…colleagues. You are his one exception, as his lover you’re his first priority obviously over the money and when you are in your little headspace he’s not taking any chances with you. He has you with him in his office diagonally behind so he can still see you while you happily play with your toys all wrapped in blankets in case anyone bursts in with intent to harm either of you.

Pantalone’s almost always never sent on a mission since he stays in Schneznyah to take care of the Fatui’s grand finances as well as the major Northland Banks around Tevyat and that means staying at the homeland to get all the reports as soon as possible. He’s very grateful he doesn’t have to travel and gets to spend more time with you by his side, however, when he does have to leave for a mission he will take you with him every single time and doesn’t let you out of sight unless it’s with his most competent soldier. Whenever you both travel whether it’s on a boat, carriage, on foot, in the air, or on the Fontaine waterways he’ll have you with him to play with a coloring book and if it’s a long travel distance he’ll have you take a nap(if you throw a tantrum then you’re going to get sent to timeout).

Getting you to eat can be a struggle since you much prefer to nap than eat even if you need it to stay healthy and when you do eat because of Pantalone still spoiling you you have a very rich pallet or rather very expensive pallet. He’s glad that when you get hungry you don’t get really fussy you get quieter and pouty hoping your caregiver would tend to your needs. Your favorite thing to do is eat breakfast or dinner with your caregiver's lap as you both finish your meals and Pantalone lists off what he has to do today, telling you to go get your favorite toys and blanket before he heads in to do paperwork.

He is very strict on bedtimes and the reason is that you have a habit of being clingy when he has to get up which is pretty early as he has a lot of work to do as a harbinger but carefully slips in a pillow in place of himself which usually work and sometimes it doesn’t. You’ll happily snuggle into your “caregiver” as Pantalone quietly gets ready and has a soldier guard your room in case you get up or any issues come up, instructing them to report if any problems arise. Going to bed is always fun as you’re piled under blankets and he’s always snuggled next to you and reading you stories he’s heard from across all of the world.

#pierro x reader #pierro genshin impact #capitano x reader #capitano #dottore x reader #dottore #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino #columbina x reader #columbina #sandrone #sandrone x reader #childe tartagalia #childe genshin x reader #childe x reader #pantalone #pantalone x reader #harbingers x reader

[reikaryu]

20:41 with mingyu

pairing : kim mingyu x gen!reader

summary : it’s almost nine in the night and your boyfriend misses you.

genre : timestamp, fluff, idol!au, established relationship

warning(s) : nothing other than adorable mingyu <3

it’s been a week since you saw your boyfriend face to face. he’s been practising diligently with his group mates for the upcoming comeback, while you were stuck in your studio producing songs for a number of artists.

considering the amount of songs you had to create a baseline for, you haven’t had the time to even think about what mingyu was up to. much less miss his comforting presence and clinginess. but it was not the same for him.

mingyu, despite being entirely focused on improving his dance moves, managed to slip you into the depths of his mind every once in a while. no one has yet to call him out for constantly checking his phone in case you ever texted or called him.

he contemplated surprising you at your apartment but decided against it, since he wasn’t too sure that you were home.

he was fortunate that he didn’t, because you haven’t left your studio since you entered it a week ago. you took two-hour long naps whenever you couldn’t think up anything for the songs and ordered take-out every time you were hungry. basically, no one except for the delivery men have seen you in this past week.

alas completing half of the work you were given, you decided to take a little break and play around with your instruments. but bumzu had noticed that the door to your studio had been closed a little too long and knocked on it before entering. the two of you got into a little argument about your work and personal life and you ended up going home because he threatened to confiscate the keys to your studio for an entire month.

you’re home now. you have just kicked off your shoes and placed them neatly into the cabinet near the entrance. you don’t fail to notice the extra pair that you certainly don’t own. smiling to yourself, you throw your bag on the couch and head into the kitchen.

unsurprisingly, you find mingyu near the stove, undoubtedly cooking up some pasta for the two of you to share.

“gyu,” you exclaim in a soft whisper, happy to see him. “how did you know I was coming home?”

he turns the fire off and pivots on his foot to be met with your body crashing against his. he lets out a laugh, stroking your hair gently.

“I figured you hadn’t left your studio in some time,” he uses a stern tone towards the last few words. you bite back a grin. “I called bumzu hyung to get you out of that suffocating place no matter what.”

“mmh,” you hum, cheek pressed against his chest. “he threatened to confiscate my studio keys. it’s not like he doesn’t lock himself in his own studio sometimes.”

mingyu pushes you away to break the hug as he says, “that’s true.” then, he leads you to the table and sits you down. “I’ll get the food ready. just wait.”

after dinner, you wash up and crash into bed with him. while he snuggles into your side, missing your scent and comforting touch, you continue a book from where you left off a week ago. it really seems like only a day has passed.

it may have been hours or minutes that passed, you don’t know. what you do know, however, is that mingyu is trying his very best not to fall asleep right now. you know what he’s up to and can’t help but feel guilty.

“you can go to sleep, gyu,” you whisper in a sweet tone, marking your book and putting it aside. he hums, but his droopy eyes are still trying to stay open. you chuckle, stroking his hair.

mingyu whines, “I haven’t seen you at all in a week!” he smushes his face into your abdomen as you ruffle his hair as a form of affection. “I miss you.” and he ends with a pout that looks like :c

you want to kiss him right now. smother him in pecks and smooches, but you like this position. it’s comfortable. so you settle with stroking his slightly long hair. “I won’t be going to work tomorrow; bumzu might just lock me out of my studio. I never should have joined universe factory.”

he knows you’re up to something — knows what that something is — and waits in anticipation for you to continue your words. and you know he knows. you try your hardest to hold back a smug grin.

“so that means you’ll get me for a whole day. twenty-four hours seems like a lot, doesn’t it?” you ask mingyu, looking down at him adoringly.

he flashes his famous smile, his fangs (the ones you absolutely fawn over) showing themselves proudly. “I’m gonna sleep now, since I have a whole day to you tomorrow,” he announces cheerfully, hugging you tightly and closing his eyes.

you go back to work the day after tomorrow with mingyu clinging to your side. when bumzu sees you, he smiles and chuckles knowingly.

I absolutely LOVE mingyu’s fangs. they’re so perfect oh my gosh.

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[atinylittlepain]

Hi! I hope you’re well! I have a Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels. She’s a bit introverted, and she and joel are both quiet and don’t talk too much, nut she’s a good listener. After a close call with a clicker, reader feels like a burden to joel. Joel reassures her that she’s not but she’s still not sure. Joel gives her a keychain that he finds during their travel & it’s a happy ending. Also can there be an age gap lol

Hope this isn’t too much, but please feel free to make any changes/adjustments :)

Thank you!

sweet anon, this idea is so lovely - i hope i've done it justice <3

Pieces of Our Path - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, angst, joel is a ding dong, and then fluff bc it's good for your cholesterol :)

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“I’ll be right back. Wanna go check in that gas station.” “Tell me this ain’t what I think it’s for.” All she can do is smile as a blush creeps up her neck because it is exactly what he thinks it’s for. Joel huffs at her expression.

“I-I haven’t found one for Wyoming yet. Think I oughta get one since we’re living here now and all.” She knows it’s silly, frivolous, maybe even downright stupid, but she’s been collecting them for so long now, finding one for nearly every state they’ve crossed through, that she needs her collection to be complete. 

Joel had often given her an exasperated look when she’d show him a new one she had found, never asking why she held onto all those keychains. They don’t talk much, and she supposes that’s why they’ve worked so well together, managing to get Ellie across the country, and when that went sideways, limping back to Tommy’s place, where they find themselves living now. It’s the first time they’ve been settled anywhere together, ever, and they’ve both been working out their stir-craziness with patrol shifts and scavenging trips. 

“Just make it quick, alright? I’ll cover the outside. You holler if you need me.” She nods at his gruff words, already hustling over to the crumbling gas station and shouldering her way in through the rusted door. It’s dark inside, slants of light pock-marking the mossy tiles and shelves. Her fingers flex around the handle of her knife as she creeps further into the store, moving toward what used to be a checkout counter. After so long on the road, she knows where to look for these things. Joel had once joked that the keychains seemed to find her more than she found them. Sure enough, there’s a few scattered over the floor, but before she can get a better look at them, she’s startled by a loud screech coming from behind her.

It happens so quick, all she can do is let out a yelp as she gets slammed to the ground by an infected, all clawing hands and gnashing teeth as she struggles to keep it at bay. Her knife had skittered out of her hand at the impact, and as she tries to push the creature away with little success, fear starts to creep up her spine that this might be it. Just as suddenly as it attacked her, the creature stiffens before slumping down on top of her, but its body is quickly shoved off of her to reveal Joel standing over her, knife in hand. There’s a frantic look in his eyes that she’s never seen before as he kneels down between her legs and helps her sit up. The rough palms of his hands scurry all over her, checking her neck, her arms, her legs for bites. His face slackens just slightly when he finds no evidence of infection, cupping her face in his palms.

“Are you hurt?” She takes a steadying breath as his eyes hold her in place, her hands wrapped over his forearms.

“I’m ok. Joel, I’m so–” He doesn’t let her finish that sentence.

“C’mon, we need to get out of here.” He helps haul her up on unsteady feet. She feels her stomach drop when she glances back at the mottled body of the clicker, quick to hustle out of the gas station and back onto the road. Joel doesn’t say anything more, an unspoken agreement that they need to head back to Jackson. But she can see the way his hands clench around the strap of his rifle until his knuckles turn white, the hard set of his jaw as he walks alongside her. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Joel Miller is angry, and she knows it’s all her fault.

She spends the whole hike back cursing herself in her mind. She had put herself in danger, and in turn had put Joel in danger, for such a stupid, useless thing. Harsh thoughts are quick to burrow into her head, namely that Joel would be so much better off with someone smarter, more careful, someone older, as his… she’s not even sure what she is to him. They’ve been traveling together for so long now, but she’s hesitant to think of them as anything, even if they do end up tangled in the same bed most nights, something they excused as a simple human need for closeness, nothing more. She supposes that they’ve been a quiet comfort to each other, but not anymore, not now that she’s failed him. 

Anxiety rages on in her mind, and Joel’s icy silence does nothing to assuage it. Even when they get back to Jackson, he won’t so much as look at her, trudging straight to the bar. She lets out a heavy sigh and keeps her head down as she shuffles off in the opposite direction toward their house.

It’s quiet when she gets home, and she figures Ellie must be out on her own shift still. She goes straight to her room, the room she has been spending so little time in, Joel usually coaxing her into his bed because they both sleep better with each other near. She had stashed the other keychains in a crumpled shoebox she found in the closet, and would often get it out to thumb through the evidence of her wanderings. Normally, it was a comfort to her, being able to trace her past in these plastic relics, but now, looking in the box, all she feels is sick to her stomach. She shoves the box back into the closet, slamming the door shut and swallowing hard around the thick heat building in her throat.

A wave of exhaustion passes over her, the adrenaline from her close encounter finally wearing off, and it’s all she can do to collapse onto her bed in a tight curl as the first tears start to fall.

..,

She wakes with a start, light hands shaking her shoulder, and as she squints her eyes open, she finds Ellie hovering over her, a furrowed look of worry across her face. She lets out a ragged sigh as she sits up, Ellie leaning back on the bed.

“Are you alright?” She presses the heels of her hands into her eyes, bloodshot and tired from crying, but she nods at Ellie’s question.

“I’m fine, kid. Just tired, that’s all.” Ellie clearly doesn’t buy that, eyebrows shooting up at her.

“You sure about that? Saw the old man down at the bar, and you and I both know he only goes there when he’s really pissed.” She huffs, shaking her head and wishing Ellie didn’t know her and Joel so well.

“We had a bad shift. I, um, did something stupid.” Silence settles over them after she finishes murmuring her answer, but Ellie is quick to break it.

“Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. You want me to go talk to him? I can knock a little sense into his head.” She rests her hand on Ellie’s knee and offers her a small smile.

“That’s alright, kid. Um, it was pretty bad. We’re both ok– but, yeah– it was bad. Joel’s right to be angry at me.” Ellie settles down, pressing her lips into a thin line as she nods.

“Well,  I’m glad you’re alright at least. Do you need anything? Is there anything I can do?” Her smile broadens at the girl’s words. Ellie had been and continues to be a bright spot in her world, and she muses briefly that if not for her, she would have already packed up and skipped town this afternoon, something she thinks would certainly be welcomed by Joel.

“No, I’ll be ok, kid, but thank you. Think I’m just gonna lay low tonight.” The girl bites her lip, clearly not convinced by her words, but she still nods.

“Um, ok. Well, in that case, is it alright if I go to movie night tonight?” 

“Is Dina gonna be there?” Ellie’s grin is contagious, and she laughs lightly at the girl’s flushed reaction.

“It’s alright kid, you should go. Just be safe, huh?” Ellie surprises her just a little with her quick hug before she gets up off the bed, digging her hands into her jean pockets.

“I’m glad you’re alright. And, Joel’s just– emotionally constipated, you know? I’m sure he’s not really mad at you, he’s just acting like it. But he’ll calm down. He likes you too much to be such an asshole to you for long.” That makes her really laugh, and the feeling is a relief, a weight off her chest, if even just briefly.

“Thanks for that, kid. You should go, they’re gonna start the movie soon I bet.” Ellie offers her one more smile before leaving. She slumps back in bed the moment she hears the front door close.

…

It’s much later when she’s woken up again by much harsher hands jostling her. It’s completely dark in her room, and she groans as she fumbles to switch on the lamp on her nightstand. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see a clearly drunk Joel Miller hovering over her. 

“Why’re you in here?” His words are thick and slurred, his southern accent tugging low in his throat to the point she can just make out what he’s saying. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes watery and wavering as he looks at her. She’s never seen him this drunk before.

“I-I was getting some sleep. Joel, how much have you ha–” She’s cut off as he slumps over her where he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, his cheek smushing into her collarbone and the mussed waves of his hair grazing her chin. His words are even more slurred as he speaks now, hot breaths fanning over her throat.

“Y’never sleep in here. Wan’ you with me. Should always be with me.” He hiccups at the end of his words, jolting her in his heavy hold as he lets out a long sigh. She’s never seen him like this and has to swallow the shock sitting in her throat as he continues to mumble to her.

“Scared me so bad today. Don– don’t do that again. Need– need you– I need you.” It’s breaking her heart, listening to him say these things– things she had often imagined hearing him say to her– but only because he’s drunk enough to not give a shit. She huffs, tamping down her sadness and instead letting anger simmer in its place. She presses hard on his shoulders to sit him back up as he grumbles at the movement, his head slumping back on his neck to look at her as she stands up.

“Where you going, pretty? Jus’ stay with me.” He practically whines out the last word, and she’s heard enough. She dips under his one arm to hoist him up off the bed, stumbling a bit as he leans most of his weight on her.

“C’mon, Joel. I’m gonna get you to bed.” He huffs as they start to shuffle down the hallway to his room.

“Will you stay with me, darlin? Ple– please.” Now she knows he must be drunk off his head, because in all her time knowing him, she has never once heard Joel Miller say the word please until tonight. She grits her teeth, hauling them both through the doorway to his bedroom.

“I’ll stay with you, alright? Just– just sit down.” She gracelessly plops him on the side of the bed, a hard “oof” leaving his mouth as he sits down. She moves over to his bathroom to get him a glass of water, having swatted away his grabby hands with a murmured “be right back.” 

By the time she comes back into the bedroom, she finds Joel slumped back on the bed, his legs dangling off the edge as he snores lightly. She sighs, setting down the glass before moving over to him and taking off his boots. He mumbles nonsense as she swings his legs up onto the bed, folding the comforter over to cover him up as best she can. 

She doesn’t stay.

…

It’s late the next morning when she finally goes downstairs. It had been a fitful night of sleep, and she had gone back to Joel’s room a few times to check on him, finding him still passed out each time. She stops by his door on the way downstairs and sees that he’s no longer in bed. Padding into the kitchen, she finds coffee brewed, but no sign of him or Ellie. She figures Ellie spent the night with Dina, but is still left wondering where Joel could be. As she shuffles through the house, she finally catches a glimpse of him in the living room window, sitting on the porch out back. She has to take a steadying breath before she steps outside.

He doesn’t say anything as she sits down next to him, neither of them glancing each other’s way. 

“How’s your head?” He scoffs, still not looking at her as she glances at him.

“About how you’d expect. Suppose I deserve it though.” She doesn’t say anything to that, keeping her eyes focused on her fidgeting hands in her lap. It feels like there’s cotton in her mouth, she keeps trying to say something else, but gets stuck before she can even get the first word out. Luckily, Joel breaks the silence again.

“Need to apologize. Acted a fucking fool last night and you shouldn’t have had to deal with that.” She swallows thickly before responding, her voice an uncertain murmur.

“I-it’s alright. I’m sorry too– for yesterday.” He finally looks at her, brow furrowed.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.”

“Yes I do. You wouldn’t have had a reason to drink so much if I hadn’t fucked up so badly yesterday. I understand. I’d be angry too.” His face slackens at her words and she can barely meet his unwavering gaze.

“What’re you talking about? I wasn’t angry– I was fucking terrified. Seeing you– I just– I couldn’t– fuck, the thought of something happening to you– I was shaken. And I handled it like an idiot, and I’m sorry.”

“Maybe you’d be better off without me then.” A heavy silence falls, but Joel quickly breaks it with a scoff.

“Don’t say shit like that.”

“I mean it.” “Well don’t. I wouldn’t be better off without you, goddamn it. I’d fall apart if I lost you.” Sober, this is the most he’s ever said about how he feels for her, and it makes her heart race in her chest.

She’s been keeping her eyes on her lap, but is forced to look at him as he turns her face toward him with a broad palm along the arc of her jaw. His eyes are soft, searching, and it’s all she can do to let out a sigh of his name.

“I can’t lose you, darlin. Pfft, better off without you. I’d be hopeless without you, huh?” She gathers up whatever courage she has in her, bringing her hand to the arc of his neck to coax him closer as she leans in. It’s a fluttering little thing of a kiss, her lips barely brushing his before she’s jerking away, but Joel steadies her with his hand still cupping her cheek, thumb brushing just under her eye.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t ha–” he surges forward and this kiss is certain in what it demands, what it means. She all but melts under his touch, mind hazy when he pulls away and presses his forehead to hers.

“I’m old– and no good for you– but fuck, I’m selfish, darlin. And I need you. Tell me you’ll stay with me, please.” There it is again, that rare word. She smiles.

“I-I need you too, Joel. I’ll stay. I’ll always stay with you.” He presses another kiss to her lips, both of them grinning into it before sitting back as he wraps his arm around her shoulders to tug her into his side.

“I, um, I have something for you.” She cranes her neck to look at him with a furrowed expression. He huffs as he digs into the front pocket of his jeans, holding his palm out flat in front of her. When she sees what he’s holding, she lets out a spluttering laugh. It’s a keychain, in the shape of Wyoming.

“When did you–”

“I picked it up as we were getting out of there. Figured it shouldn’t be for nothing, right?” She laughs again, shaking her head at the smug grin on his face. 

She lays her palm over his, tangling their fingers together with the keychain pressed between their hands. They smile like idiots at each other. She knows that wherever the next keychain comes from, she can count on Joel Miller being there with her.

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Afterglow

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After his rut, Harry felt clingy.

Granted, he always felt clingy when it came to his mate. There was no disputing nor denying that he felt incredibly needy all the time with her, but the hormonal shift had him itching to have her close to him. To be skin to skin, preferably, but even basking in her presence was enough to soothe his inner beast.

His body woke up out of his deep sleep the day after his rut broke, whimpering when he saw the side of the bed empty. No hands on his chest, no warm face tucked into the crook of his neck, and that simply would not do. His hand felt the sheets and found them still warm, a grumble leaving his throat as he knew it had only been a few minutes that she had been gone. This simply wouldn’t do.

Standing up from the sheets on slightly sore legs, he dragging himself to the dresser and tugged on some shorts. It wasn’t like it hid much of their activities- the room still reeked of sex and Harry’s damnedst attempts to impregnate her, and his body? Oh, that was all the evidence one needed. Bite marks, claw marks, his back stung from the scratches that were clawed all over the tanned skin. There was no debating it at all. His little mate was a hellcat in bed.

There was no fixing of his hair or washing of his face. He was too eager to find his love, body sending all the senses out to find her. His quiet footsteps sounded in the hall, grumbly growls like a pup leaving his throat at the displeasure of being away from his mate. It was barely dawn, the stark blue of the early morning sky making him humph under his breath.

What reason could she possibly have to abandon their warm little nest? Where it was safe.

Harry would love another day there. The blankets surrounding them, her fingers in his hair and his hands having uninterrupted access to the planes of soft and hot skin. Swollen mouthed kisses being on tap, her pleased hums and giggles that turned into sweet moans when he would tire of the chaste love and hear built up in his stomach again.

The fuzziness of his thoughts haven’t dissipated yet, the tail end of rut making him feel edgy and cagey without her. The possessiveness wasn’t as intense as pre-rut or during, but he would still be tempted to stab or claw anyone away from touching her. He didn’t want the scent of him off of her. The mix of their scents was so divine, so pure. The man never wanted to smell anything but their combination ever again.

His bare feet hit the cold wood of the stairs, shivering slightly as he made haste to get down them. She was down here. He could hear the clang of a coffee mug echo through the great room, could smell the mix of them. She hadn’t showered, thankfully, it all his scenting efforts would have gone to waste and made him more grumpy.

An eagerness set in his chest to find her again. To people who don’t have mates it could be seen as pathetic, the need to get close to her after just literally being inside of her for days on end, but he was biologically wired this way. Standing in the doorway he could see her standing at the coffee machine, watching it drip. He had to think it was for him, because she preferred the pod machine that Harry hated. He liked tradition and that weird pink machine made irritating noises that bothered his ears.

His growl rang through the kitchen as he saw her in nothing but one of his old shirts. He could tell it was nothing but considering she had reached up to grab something and her bare ass with a prominent bite mark of his was on display to him, making his vision fuzz pink.

“My mate.” He snarled, stalking towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye. “You dare leave my bed? In nothing but my clothing?” He bared his teeth a little bit in a sneer as he caged her in, taking the hot mug of coffee from her hand and pushing it out of the way so no burns would come to her precious skin.

“Alpha.” Y/N knew how to schmooze him. Her hand brushing over his chest, the heat of his skin almost burning her palm. More than the coffee, really, she gave him her softest eyes before leaning against the counter and letting him box her in. In this state it was better to let him be in control. “Hiiiii.” She gave a tiny smile, leaning her head back so he could see her neck. “M’sorry… so sorry, baby. Came to make you coffee.” Her hand trailed up to his neck, tracing over the sacred mark her own teeth made during their mating process. “I didn’t mean to displease you.” Her wide, soft gaze fell into a tiny pout. “Forgive me?”

Oh. Oh. She was good.

He let out a tiny whine as her fingers brushed the mark, shivering at the feeling of his beloved mate claiming her spot. It was ultra sensitive as it was, but feeling her touch it made his whole body erupt into tingles- often like when one’s foot fell asleep. Her precious little gaze and her tender voice called to the inner beast, making his hackles lower. She wasn’t trying to escape or let anyone else see her. She was trying to please him.

“Always.” He dipped his head down, nudging his nose with hers. “Always, little wolf. My strong angel.” The irritation has cooled from a white hot to a mushy, pink goo. Hand sliding under the top to feel her bare skin on her back, he nuzzled against her with a sweet hum. It tickled, a bit, feeling his rough fingertips against the base of her spine but Y/N relished in the feeling of him being so needy. A big, strong, scarred alpha turning into a soft little pup in front of her eyes. “I missed you. I don’t enjoy waking up without my mate. I wasn’t fully done with your body.” A playful nip was giving to her chin, making her squeak.

“How your cock hasn’t fallen off yet, I have no clue.” She grinned, feeling his hands on the back of her thighs and lifting up. A squeal left her mouth as the cool countertop hit her ass, but Harry murmured an apology and rubbed her thighs a bit too eagerly while standing in between them. “You’ve had me so many times the last few days, I would think you’d be sore and raw.”

“I am plenty sore.” He invaded her space, nosing at her hair as he enjoyed the general lack of space between them. “That doesn’t mean I am not also aroused. My body wants nothing more than my child swelling inside of you. Your womb to be full and heavy.” His voice dropped to the telltale Rut tone, making her swallow thickly. Red warning bells went off because honestly, she didn’t know if her cunt could handle another pounding. As delicious as the sex had been- and god, it was fucking good- Harry in his most unhinged state was filthy and dark and rough. Her body bore his marks that he had fretted over during their baths, only to create more. She was swollen and a little sore, but that didn’t stop her body from reacting to the man she belonged to. His did the same for her.

“Mmm… but I am okay for now. I wanted your touch. Said ‘cuddles’ that you have made me so fond of.” With Harry’s history, he had never cuddled another person before. Hell, he had been nicknamed Hades. That didn’t give off the most warm and fuzzy vibes. But with Y/N? He had been given a glimpse, a loving look into a brand new world!

“Oh… the big, bad alpha, mister ‘I will burn down any house that occupies someone who wishes you harm’, loves his cuddles?” His mate chittered, a little giggle following it. He supposed it did sound odd coming from his mouth, but that didn’t make it any less true.

“Yes. Both things are true.” The man pulled from her hair and from scenting her to hold her cheeks, giving her a soft yet stern look. “I have not changed from my past. I still desire the blood of any enemy you have, anyone who puts a frown on this beautiful little face. But I can enjoy a cuddle every now and then. Especially when I’ve been trying to place my child into you.” His eyes glanced at her belly with an even more tender gaze. They wouldn’t know for a few weeks, but he was hoping this was the time.

“Mm. Oddly, that’s kind of hot.” She did have issues growing up though so, adding it in with their natural instincts it all made sense. “As long as me and our babies are the only one who gets cuddles. I’m fine with that.” She placed her own hand on his stubbly cheek, admiring the pure beauty of the man in front of her. Her beautiful mate, the strong, rugged wolf. Scars and all.

“You’re so beautiful, Harry.” The words left her mouth without meaning to but she found she wouldn’t have wanted to stop them. “I love the stubble. You should grow it out.” She pulled him forward, lips feathering over the cheeks of her mate. “It’s rugged and handsome. Makes you even more fearsome, I think.” His long hair fell into his face which she promptly pushed back, smiling with her teeth bit into her swollen bottom lip while she tried not to shy from his intense gaze.

“My beauty talking about someone else’s beauty.” He chuckled under his breath. “So unaware of how insanely otherworldly your own is. Thank you, petal.” The knuckle brushed her chin and pushed it up so he could peck her lips, a pleased purr echoing from his chest. “My beauty. All mine. Forever mine. Baring my mark…. I can forgive you for leaving our bed so long as you return to it with me and stay the remainder of the day.” Harry would much rather let her lay with him than either of them do their duties. “I don’t think I can focus on anything but you for the rest of the day.” The rest of time, maybe.

“Of course I can.” Returning the chaste kisses, her hands looped around his shoulders while her legs went to his waist. “I was just hungry, my love. Wanted to make us a meal before we returned to staring into each other’s eyes and trying to gauge what the other was thinking.” A tease that brought a quiver to his own lip, letting him smile just a tiny bit for her.

“My mate being hungry will not do. I would like to get back to those activities, but we will fill your belly with something other than me for once, and then we are going straight back to bed.” He tweaked her nose lightly. “Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

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weak-end

i made up so much shit in this fic so please do not fact-check for the love of god

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mark estapa x reader

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you sighed as you looked through your closet for an outfit. you knew you wouldn’t find anything new but it was worth a shot to find something you deemed good enough. you pulled out a black top, sliding it on and looking in the mirror. it worked well with the jeans you had put on. you didn’t feel like getting ready to go out with your friends, but it was a friday night and they were dragging you to the bar. luckily, the place wasn’t fancy and you could get away with a simple outfit, your hair thrown up, and some basic makeup. you lined your lashes with mascara and swiped some lipstick over your lips before heading to the kitchen.

you went straight for the liquor cabinet, pulling out the giant bottle of cheap vodka your roommate bought. you knew she wouldn’t mind so you grabbed a colorful shot glass from the cabinet next to it and filled it, tapping it against the counter before letting the liquid burn your throat. you got a notification that your uber arrived so you sent a quick text to the groupchat, letting them know you were on your way, and then you were out the door.

the bar was crowded, but you expected nothing less. it was a popular place since it was so close to campus. you got your wristband and went in, making your way straight to the bar. you sat on one of the stools, waiting your turn to order a drink. you caught your friend from the corner of your eye and waved, letting them know you were there and getting a drink before you’d be over. you ordered and your drink was made, but before you could hand over your card, someone was standing next to you.

“put it on mine!” the guy called to the bartender, and then ordered another beer. the bartender nodded and left to get the beer so the guy turned to you with a smile. “hey, you seemed like you weren’t in a good mood so i was just hoping a free drink could maybe cheer you up a bit.” he turns back to the bar, and you’re surprised that that’s all he had to say.

“thank you,” you tell him. “it did work a bit.” he flashes you a smile, then turns to grab his beer from the bartender. “i’m y/n,” you say, hoping he takes the hint that you want to keep the conversation going.

“mark,” he responds. “me and my friends have a table over there if you wanna come sit with us?” you glance to where he’s pointing over his shoulder but can’t see the tables over the crowd of people. you look over your own shoulder to your friends, but none of them are looking toward you so you turn back.

“yeah, sure.” you follow him through the sea of people, reaching out about halfway through to hold his wrist so you don’t get lost. when he gets to the table there’s only one person sitting there, and he’s immediately standing up.

“thank god, dude. i gotta pee so bad,” is all he says before taking off. mark slides into the round booth and you follow, both of you sitting in the back so you can watch the crowd.

“so, can i ask what had you in such a bad mood?” you take a sip of your drink before answering the question.

“breakup.”

“oh. damn. i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. i’d just rather be at home watching sad movies but i was told if i didn’t come out then i should sleep with one eye open.” mark laughed at that.

“yet i haven’t seen you with anyone.” you shrugged.

“my friends were near the bar. you just seemed like you could be a bit more entertaining than them so i took a chance and followed you.”

“well, i think you made the right choice.” he was smiling widely at you, and even though you weren’t drunk, you were buzzed enough to want to lean over and kiss him. you didn’t have the chance though, another guy sliding into the booth next to him.

“stop sign! we’re thinking about leaving,” he tells mark, throwing an arm around his shoulders. mark barely spares him a glance.

“okay, see you later.”

“you’re not coming with?” he looks at his friend and then looks to you from the corner of his eye, as if he’s trying to gesture to you without actually doing so. his friend rolls his eyes and slides out of the booth. “wear a condom!” he yells before walking back into the crowd.

“i’m so sorry,” mark says, but you just laugh. you take another drink when you’re calmed down, then turn to him.

“so, ‘stop sign’?”

“it’s a nickname. my last name is estapa.” you purse your lips, thinking about it.

“sounds like one of those hockey nicknames that i don’t understand.” he smiles.

“probably because it is.” you slap a hand over your mouth, your eyes going wide. now it’s his turn to laugh and yours to apologize. “don’t worry about it. it was cute when you got all embarrassed.” you felt your cheeks flush at his compliment and you took another drink, only to find your cup empty. “need more?”

“i can get it,” you say, already moving to slide out of the booth, but his hand on your arm stops you.

“let me. what are you drinking?” you debate as he gets out of the booth, coming to stand in front of you.

“amaretto sour. but i want to watch them make it.” he nods, grabbing your hand and leading you through the crowd. he finds a spot at the bar and takes it but keeps you close to him. you like the feel of his hand in yours or resting on the small of your back. it feels so much more natural than it did with your ex. he orders your drink and then leads you to a corner of the bar, both of you knowing your table had been stolen by now.

“so, y/n, if i can ask, what happened with your breakup?” you nod, letting him know you’ll answer the question, but you’re mid-drink when he finishes asking.

“he cheated,” you shrug. “it wasn’t a long relationship so i wasn’t too emotionally invested but it still sucks, you know?”

“he’s an asshole,” he agrees, and you nod.

“very much so. so what’s your reason for coming out tonight? the fact that it’s friday?”

“that, yeah. and the fact that we won our game earlier.”

“oh, right. hockey player.” he nods. “the team won but are you, personally, any good?” you ask with a smile and a teasing tone.

“i mean, i’m not an nhl draftee but i’m still playing against them, right?”

“and if you were drafted, which team would you want to play for?” he thinks about it for a second, taking a drink of his beer.

“redwings. so i could stay close to home, you know?”

“you’re from detroit?” he shakes his head.

“about an hour the other way, st. clair.” you nod.

“marysville,” you tell him, referring to your own hometown.

“no shit? small world.”

“that it is.” you smile at him as you sip on your drink, and then something clicks on your brain. “wait, you said your last name was estapa?” he nods. “is your mom a teacher?” he throws his head back and groans.

“did you have her?”

“i’m sorry but i despised her teaching methods.” mark bust out laughing so you laughed along. “like i have no doubts that she’s a sweet lady outside of school but inside? i almost cried one day.”

“like actually cried?”

“yes!”

“what happened?”

“i don’t remember exactly but i know i was just so fed up with her.”

“i’m sorry.” you shrugged.

“not your fault.”

“well maybe if you meet her again someday she’ll be nicer.” you let out a small laugh and mark smiles as you do. you could feel the alcohol in your system now, and it was starting to deteriorate your filter.

“so you’re a hockey player, but you’re not a complete asshole. you just pretending or are you some kind of anomaly?” mark let’s a hand come up to his chest, pretending to be offended.

“that hurts, wow. is that really how you think of us?” he asks sarcastically. you just shrug, sending him a smile that lets him know you’re half joking. “and what about you? you play any sports?”

“not since my sophomore year of high school. coach was a total asshole.” you scrunch your nose at the memory and take a long drink.

“oh, shit, i’m sorry. that’s such a shitty situation.” you nod, but don’t get to respond as someone bumps into you. the bar was crowded when you got there but it’s completely packed now. you turn to glare at the guy but he’s so drunk you doubt he even knows what he did. “we can go somewhere else if you want,” mark offers. “another bar, grab some food, my place, or yours.” leaving with mark didn’t sound like such a bad idea. you had been having a good time talking to him, appreciating the company and the little bit of flirting.

“yeah, that sounds great.” you follow mark to the bar so he can close his tab and grab his card and then the two of you are making your way out onto the street.

“so, have you decided where to?” you looked up him, debating for a moment before smiling.

“your place sounds great.”

“you okay with walking? it’s not too far from here.” you nod, and he turns and starts to walk down the sidewalk. you don’t hesitate to follow, and soon you’re walking in a comfortable silence. “oh, i should probably warn you about my roommates.”

“should i be scared?” you asked, laughing slightly and mark joins you.

“no, they’re just probably still up drinking so they’ll be loud.” you nod. “we can hang with them or go up to my room, whatever you want.”

“yeah, sounds good.” you liked that he was giving you options, not just assuming that you left to sleep with him like most other guys would. i’m all honesty, you wouldn’t mind if the night ended with you tangled in his sheets but there was something inside of you that felt guilty for treating him like a rebound.

“this is it,” he said, turning to walk up the driveway of the house you had reached. you looked up to find it a bit familiar.

“i’ve been here before,” you told him, and he turned to look at you with an expression mixed between confusion and worry.

“you have?”

“last year, for a party.”

“oh, yeah. i didn’t live here then, i was still in the dorms, but it was some of the guys from the team last year.” he opens the door and you’re immediately met with loud music and the sound of someone yelling over it. he ushers you in first and then follows, shutting the door behind him. he walks further into the house and you follow him, the music and voices getting louder. you end up in the kitchen, seeing the same guys you saw with mark at the bar, as well as two others.

“look who it is!” yells the one who had told him they were planning on leaving, “marky boy and his girl from the bar!” the other three boys turn to look at you and you give a small smile and shy wave.

“her name is y/n,” mark tells them, making his way over to the pantry. you stand awkwardly as he looks around, trying to find a good snack, but then another boy comes over and talks to you. you recognize him as the one who was sat in the booth when you walked over to it, the one who ran away to the bathroom.

“sorry i didn’t get to introduce myself earlier, i’m tyler.”

“oh, it’s all good. don’t worry about it.”

“yo! mini duke!” you and tyler both look to where mark is now standing at the fridge. “stop trying to flirt with my girl.” your body heats up at the name but you can’t deny that you enjoy it a bit. mark holds out a beer to you, questioning from afar if you want it or not. you nod, and he grabs another for himself before shutting the fridge door. “we were gonna hang out down here with you guys but now we will be going to my room.” his words are met with protests from the boys but he just smiles at you and motions with his head for you to follow him. you do, staying in step behind him as he makes his way upstairs and into his room. you look around, taking it all in as he sets down the beers and the bag of chips he grabbed. you slip off your shoes and then sit on the edge of his bed, grabbing the beer when he hands it to you.

“thanks.”

“no problem. and sorry about the guys, they’re all drunk.”

“don’t worry about it, my friends are no better.” he sits down on the bed as well, opening the beer he grabbed for himself and taking a drink. you look down at the can in your hands, sighing at the sight of it. “i know i said i wanted this but i probably shouldn’t drink it so i don’t feel like shit tomorrow from mixing drinks.”

“smart. it’s all good.” he reaches out for it and you hand it back to him, watching as he sets it on his nightstand. when he’s turned back to face you, you give him a small smile.

“besides, i’d like to have two hands so i can do this.” you reach out and hold his face in your hands, pulling him into a heated kiss. he’s instantly putting his own beer next to yours and letting his hands fall to your waist, pulling you so close you’re almost on his lap. he pulls away from the kiss with a smile, one that you’re mirroring.

“i like the way you think,” he says, before pulling you back in for more.

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One Day at a Time - Chapter 3 - Embryo

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

~*~

Days become weeks without word from Charlie. Every time he sees her, she gives him a little nod. Nothing overt, just enough to send a message.

We’re still here.

After two weeks, he’d found an old pocket calendar from 2001 and put it by his bed, and he marks off each day that passes with a big X. He’s done the math, and there’s a date in mid-December circled in red pen.

He can’t sleep for shit under the best of circumstances, but lately it’s impossible. He’s given up trying, choosing instead to crash on the couch with a movie playing on a loop in the background until a fitful sleep takes him.

He’s parked like this on the couch one night when the knock surprises him out of a half-doze. He fumbles for the remote and pauses the movie before answering the door.

It’s Charlie.

“I’m bleeding,” she says in lieu of a greeting.

His stomach sinks.

He reaches out without thinking, hands on her shoulders; she’s shivering. He pulls her forward into the warmth of the little house, closing the door behind her.

“Midwife says it could be normal or it could be a miscarriage,” she says flatly. “No way to tell yet.”

He seethes. He remembers Maria and Tommy telling him about the Jackson midwife; she was competent, but her bedside manner was shit.

“Does it…feel like…” He doesn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“I don’t know, I’ve never made it this far. I’m not cramping. It’s not a lot of blood. I just…you wanted me to tell you, so I’m telling you.”

He nods, feeling stupid and helpless and hating it.

“Uh…sit,” he says, gesturing to the couch. “Want tea? It’s herbal. No caffeine.”

She nods warily. “Sure…I guess.”

He sets the water to boil, gets out two mugs, pulls the little canister of tea from the shelf, and fills the infuser with dried peppermint leaves. He can’t stand the stuff, but Ellie won’t drink coffee like a normal person, so they always have some in the house.

He glances at Charlie from over his shoulder as he waits for the water to boil. She’s on the couch, arms wrapped around herself as if she could hold back the thing she fears by force of will.

“You take milk or anythin’?”

“Just sugar, if you have it.”

He does. The kettle whistles and he pours the steaming water over the leaves.

She takes the tea with a small, hollow smile and sips at it. He takes a seat in the armchair next to her.

“Is there anything we can do?”

She shakes her head. “Midwife said to check in tomorrow morning. If it gets worse before then, I’ll go to the clinic.”

“Okay,” he says. “I can…wait with you.”

She nods, takes another sip, and sinks back into the couch. Waiting.

The silence presses in around them. It’s like torture, and Joel wracks his tired brain for something, anything to say. She saves him the trouble, blinking with interest at the television screen.

“Is this Gunz Blazin’ 2 ?”

“Uh…yeah…”

“I haven’t seen it since I was a kid,” she says, smiling a little. “My dad and I used to watch these movies all the time. They’re awful.”

He swallows hard, thinking of Sarah.

She looks at him and picks up the remote. “Mind if I…?”

“Yeah, yeah…sure.”

She hits Play and sits back, curling her legs under her and clutching the tea in her hands.

~*~

The credits roll a couple of hours later. Charlie has nestled into the couch with a blanket over her lap, empty mug resting on the coffee table.

“S’it as bad as you remember?” Joel rasps.

“Yes. Maybe worse. But in a good way,” she smiles a little. “Nostalgic, I guess.”

He nods. “How’re you, uh, feelin’?”

“Fine,” she says automatically, then laughs. “Not fine, actually. I’m exhausted and I’m sick all the time and my boobs are so fucking sore I could—“

She stops. “Shit, I’m sorry. That’s more than you needed to know. My husband used to say I was born without a filter.”

“S’alright,” he murmurs, his face burning. “You’re, uh, married?”

“Was…or what passed for marriage in the QZ, I guess. We were cordyceps orphans…grew up together after the outbreak, protected each other…kept each other out of trouble. We had 17 years together before…before our luck ran out.”

“So he, uh…you and he…wanted kids?”

“Yeah,” she snorts. “Sounds pretty stupid, right? Bringing a baby into a quarantine zone?”

He bites his lip and doesn’t say anything. He knew people still brought children into this broken world, but he’d never considered it. His interest in that life had stopped when Sarah’s heart stopped beating.

“I miscarried three times,” she murmurs. “We might have kept trying if we’d made it to Jackson together…I don’t know.”

“What happened to him?”

She shrugs. “We ran into trouble on the way here. He was bit. I…took care of it. We always said that was the deal, that we wouldn’t let each other turn. He…he didn’t even flinch when I pulled the trigger.”

She’s looking down at her stomach now, tracing her fingers over the ridges in her shirt, lost in thought.

“I wasn’t looking for this any more than you were,” she says softly. “But I want it anyway…I–I can’t help it. Is that foolish?”

Her eyes bore into his then, not sad now, almost…angry. Challenging him to deny her this.

Joel doesn’t know how to answer, but he huffs a soft, “No.”

She rubs her palm slowly across her lower belly. “This is the longest I’ve ever made it. I didn’t have morning sickness or the…other symptoms before, so I thought…maybe…maybe this time…”

“It’s not over ‘til it’s over,” he says softly.

He wants to take her hand. Instead, he gathers their mugs and takes them to the sink.

“Oh…it’s late,” she says faintly. “I should go.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t be alone. You can stay here tonight.”

“Oh, no—”

He shakes his head, cutting off her protest. “If somethin’ goes wrong or if you get…sick…someone should be with you. I could come to your place if that’s–or call a friend if you don’t want, uh, me–”

“It’s not that, Joel, but I’ve been through this before–”

“By yourself?”

She swallows hard and ducks her head. “No.”

“Then stay,” he says. “Just for the night. I can put you up in–”

He falters, thinking of Ellie’s old room, still decorated in ugly pink stripes. Meant for a teenager but too close to a nursery.

“You can stay in my room,” he says quickly. “I’ll take the couch. Usually end up down here anyway.”

“I couldn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he waves her off. “Can’t sleep for shit no matter where I land. C’mon.”

He makes for the stairs before she can argue, and breathes a sigh of relief when she follows. He pauses outside the door to his bedroom.

“Just, uh…wait here. Gimme a minute.”

He ducks into the room, picking up clothes and tossing them into the hamper. He strips the bed and digs wrinkled but clean sheets out of the linen closet. After a pause, he picks up the calendar and the red pen from the nightstand and stuffs them into his pocket.

“Should be all good. The bathroom’s, uh, right through there,” he gestures. “All yours. There’s, uh, pain medicine if you need it.”

“Thanks…”

“I’ll be downstairs,” he says. “If you need anything, if anything, uh, happens…just come get me. Or yell.”

“Sure.”

“I mean it,” he says.

“I will, Joel,” she murmurs. “Thanks.”

“G’night then.”

He goes back to his usual spot on the couch and lies down, staring at the little cracks in the living room ceiling. He won’t be able to sleep now. He thinks about the raw need in her voice as her fingers traced her stomach, the hitch in her breath, maybe this time …

He throws an arm across his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts. A small, grief-blackened part of him hates that he cares. Before Ellie, he could numb the pain with booze and pills and a lucrative career in smuggling. But he’s not that man anymore. It would be so much easier if he were, if he couldn’t feel the little flicker of hope in his chest.

The calendar and pen dig into his hip, and he pulls them out of his pocket. It’s well after midnight, so without thinking, he uncaps the pen and crosses off another day.

~*~

He must have fallen asleep. When he opens his eyes, the room is lighter, and Charlie is nudging his shoulder.

He’s upright before he’s fully awake. “What is it? Y’okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says quietly. “I’m going to go. The midwife said she’d see me at 7:00. I need to go home and change.”

“Right, okay. Do you, uh…do you want me to come with–”

“No,” she says quickly. “I haven’t told her…or anyone…about you.”

“Right,” he blinks. “Um. Let me know…okay?”

She nods, holding her arms around her middle like she could protect herself from the worst. Without thinking, he reaches out and touches the back of her hand. She doesn’t pull away.

“Sorry,” he mutters, withdrawing. “I…I hope it works out,” he says lamely.

“Do you?” she asks, with an edge of bitterness in her voice. She’s immediately contrite. “I’m sorry. You’ve been kind, and that was…cruel. Missing my filter again.”

“It’s…fine.”

He wants to tell her he does have hope, despite himself, but she’s already out the door.

~*~

Charlie hasn’t been gone for five minutes when there��s a knock.

Shit.

He’s on the schedule for a construction job and he’d promised to meet Tommy early. Now he’s late.

“I’m comin’,” he mutters, wincing at the stiffness in his back. “Hold your goddamned horses.”

“Long night?” Tommy smirks on the other side of the door. “Thought I saw Charlie doin’ the walk of shame–”

“Shut it,” Joel growls, surprising himself at the bite in his voice. “Don’t say another fuckin’ word.”

Tommy’s hands coming up in mock defense. “Whoa, easy. Didn’t know it was like that.”

“It’s not,” Joel snaps.

“Alright,” he says, peering at his older brother curiously. “So…you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Lemme get my stuff.”

He’s distracted all day. The work is simple enough–framing a new barn for the sheep, to replace one that’s been infested by termites beyond repair. It should be easy, but he’s overtired and he can’t seem to make his hands behave. Tommy keeps having to repeat himself, giving Joel curious looks. 

“You’re losin’ it, big brother,” he says amiably when Joel brings him a jar of the wrong-size screws for the second time in a row.

It’s mid-afternoon when he brings the hammer down on his middle finger. He watches the whole thing as though in slow motion, knowing exactly what’s going to happen well before he feels the pain, but he’s powerless to stop it.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he hisses, shaking out his injured hand. Purplish red blood is already blooming under the wide, flat nail. He resists the urge to stick the finger in his mouth to soothe the throbbing ache like a child.

“You break it?” Tommy’s looking over his shoulder.

“No,” he growls. “Just a bruise.”

“Yeah, right. Well, you’re done for today,” Tommy says. “Go home. Made good progress, anyway, we’re almost done.”

Joel shoots him a look, but it doesn’t affect his younger brother in the slightest. It never does. So he relents, packing his tools and trudging away, finger throbbing.

He sees her on the walk home.

Charlie is standing with someone just outside the caf. She looks about as tired as he feels, but then she sees him and brightens, the subtlest glimmer as she catches his eye. The look stops him in mid-stride, frozen in the middle of the street.

She gives him a little nod.

Warmth spreads through his chest, a flood of relief, and that blasted hope again.

We’re still here.

#the last of us #fanfic #fic recs #joel miller #the last of us hbo #babyfic #pregnancy

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Werewolf Baekhyun) 3.3k, A/B/O, fighting, verbal abuse, drinking, intoxication, tipsy behavior, kidnapping, drugs, restraints, pheromones, smut, non-con, dub-con, biting, blood, marking, intimidation, implied pregnancy, yandere (@starillusion13)

“You’re an omega, and you’re mine.”

     You wanted to slap Baekhyun, you tried, but he grabbed your hand. When you tried to pull away he held on tighter, and you threw a sharp glare his way. You two had been friends for as long as you could remember, basically growing up together, but as of late he had changed. He always seemed to have an attitude around you, especially when others were around. You chalked it up to the fact he finally presented, and turned out to be an alpha. You were happy for him, but you also understood that came with its own burden. So you let some things slide, but this was where you drew the line. You were out with friends, and as the night dragged on he started getting handsy with you. Throughout all those years you had never seen him as anything more than a friend, so you stopped him, which only pissed him off.

“What is wrong with you!”

“I am telling you the truth!”

“My birthday is still months away, and I haven’t presented yet! I’m not an omega, let alone yours.”

“You are! I can tell.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can. I don’t know how to explain it, but I know. You’re an omega.”

“I am not! My family mostly consists of alphas and betas. There hasn’t been an omega in generations and it’s not gonna be me!”

“Y/n-”

“Shut up!” You pulled your arm free. “I have had enough of your attitude, and this stupid idea in your head finally puts it into perspective. I’m not some lowly omega that needs protection from an alpha! And I don’t belong to you either!”

“Listen to me, I-”

“No! I’m not tolerating your bullshit anymore.” You took a breath. “I’m sure being an alpha has its own things to figure out, so you do that, and let me know when you stop being a dick.”

     You walked off without a word, swearing you’d hit him if he tried anything, but he knew better this time. You never thought you’d fight with him, he was always a good friend to you, but this was something else. You wanted to be understanding, but you needed to do what was best for you as well. You didn’t hear from him for weeks, which really worried you, but you weren’t going to reach out to check on him. This was something he needed to figure out on his own. You weren’t sure when you’d hear from him, but a week leading up to your birthday you got a call from him. You were nervous to answer, but you owed him that much.

“Hello?”

“Hey… how’ve you been?”

“Fine for the most part, and you?”

“Me too. I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I owe you an apology.”

“Yeah, and?”

“I should do it in person. Are you free anytime soon?”

“I have some time tomorrow.”

“After your classes?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll see you then.”

“Sure.” 

     All this time you felt like you had been holding your breath, that after all these years you had lost a close friend. Hearing his voice again was a relief, especially since it seemed he had gotten his senses back. Still, you’d have to wait and see if anything had really become of him. So the next day you kinda dreaded your last class, dreaded seeing him for fear things couldn’t go back to the way they were. You had to see him eventually though, so it was better to do it now and rip off the band aid. After class you found Baekhyun waiting for you. He offered you a quick smile but saw your expressionless face and dropped it. He followed you as you went off somewhere so you two could talk in private.

“Did your classes go well today?”

“Same old, same old. How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve done a lot of thinking lately… I can’t excuse my actions, only apologize for them.”

“Yeah.”

“I was a dick, I don’t even know what was going on in my own head. A lot changed for me, and I couldn’t keep myself in check. I’m really sorry you had to witness such a part of me, and I’ll do better to make sure you never do.”

“Is that it?”

“I mean, no amount of words can change what I did, but I’m hoping we can get over this hurdle together, or at least start over.”

“You were such an asshole.”

“I know…”

“And you’re done with that shit?”

“Yes. I never should have treated you that way. I don’t know what was going on with me.”

“Neither do I. Now if you ever pull that shit again, I will not forgive you.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” You took a breath. “Have you seriously been okay?”

“I’ve been doing my best, but there’s a lot going on with me.”

“How’s the family then? You being an alpha and all that. I mean, that’s most of your family anyway.”

“I’ve talked with them a lot. They’re happy I’m an alpha, but there are definitely things I need to be aware of.”

“No shit. Maybe if I’m an alpha too you can let me know.”

“Definitely.”

     Things couldn’t go back to how they used to be, but he was still your friend. Sometimes you could see him slipping back into that possessive behavior, but he composed himself well enough. He was doing better, which was the important thing. So when your birthday party rolled around you trust him to behave himself. Besides, it was your day of celebration, and you were going to enjoy yourself. So a night out at the club, endless drinks and a VIP room full of dancers, best birthday for sure.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough.”

     You were dancing around, clearly already gone for the night. Some of your friends had already gone home, so only a few were left hanging on. Although at this point it was safe to say someone had to end things before you all passed out. That someone was Baekhyun, having remained mostly sober to keep an eye on himself and everyone else. Now he was getting people in cars and sending them on their way. In the end it was just the two of you out on the streets.

“Taxi!” You danced off the curb. “Taxi!”

“No, no, come here.” Baekhyun grabbed you and pulled you back onto the sidewalk. “I’m taking you home, okay?”

“Nuh-uh, you can’t drive.”

“Yes, I can. I didn’t really drink.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t think I can with you in this state. Come on now.”

     Baekhyun carefully led you over to his car, getting you into the passenger seat and getting your seat belt on. You leaned your head against the glass, Baekhyun getting into the car and driving off.

“Did you have fun?”

“The best…” You giggled. “And you?”

“It was a good night. Get some rest, I’ll wake you when we arrive, and please don’t throw up in my car.”

“No promises…”

     You shut your eyes and let the soft rumble of the car lull you to sleep. You figured you’d be out for a little bit and get some help going inside the house, but when you woke up you felt way more hungover than you thought. You got up, needing a second to realize you were in bed, and needing another to realize this wasn’t your room. The panic sobered you up real quick, but then you recognized the room as Baekhyun’s and calmed down. Although now that made you question why you were at his place. The hangover was starting to hit again, but you managed to get on your feet and go looking for Baekhyun.

“Ya! Baekhyun.” You mumbled. “Baekhyun… why am I here…”

     You managed to find the boy in the kitchen, sat down at the counter eating breakfast. Once he saw you stumbling around he got up and helped you take a seat.

“How’d you manage to get up?”

“Panic… why am I at your place? You said you were going to take me home.”

“I did take you home, to mine that is.”

“Baekhyun.”

“I was tired and my place was closer anyway. I’ll take you home now, after you have breakfast and recover from the hangover.”

“You better.”

     Baekhyun made you a quick breakfast. He was a pretty decent cook, and it was nice to try his food. It had been a while since you last spent time together like that.

“Here. A hangover cure.” Baekhyun handed you a glass. “You’ll feel better.”

“Already do, so thanks.”

     You chugged down the contents of the drink, knowing it was better to get it over with quickly. It didn’t taste bad thankfully, but still made you shiver.

“I’ll get my things and we can go.”

“Sure.”

     You got up, stretching for a moment and then heading back over to the bedroom to grab your belongings. When you returned Baekhyun was exactly where you had left him.

“Alright, we can-”

    You suddenly felt dizzy, grabbing your head and stumbling back a few steps. Baekhyun watched you for a moment and then got up, taking you into his arms so you wouldn’t fall.

“Baekhyun… what’s going on…”

“Just a little something to help.”

    He led you back down the hall towards the bedroom, although when your legs have out he had no problem picking you up and carrying. Your vision kept fading in and out, and you were feeling hot all over. Words were becoming difficult as well, but you still tried. Baekhyun just found you cute, laying you down on the bed. Then you realized he was tying your arms down.

“… what… what are you…”

“I know you still don’t believe me, and that’s fine, but I’m still worried about you. Since you’ve come of age you can present any day now, and I didn’t like the idea of me not being there for it. So I thought I should speed up the process, and this way I’ll be here to look after you.”

“Baekhyun…”

“It should only take a couple hours, so don’t worry.”

“Let… me… go…”

“Definitely can’t do that now. Someone else might want to claim you if they find you in such a state.”

“Why… why…”

“I told you. You’re mine, and I’m not letting anyone else have you. Just try to relax.”

“Baekhyun!”

    You tugged on the ropes, but you barely had any strength left. Your head was spinning and you could barely make out Baekhyun sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you. It hurt, not just your body, but your heart. You had been worried about Baekhyun, and you desperately wanted things to go back to normal that you let him back into your life without being cautious, without letting others know what he had been saying lately. It was getting harder and harder to think, and you could feel your body shutting down to deal with the changes being forced on you. If you could fight it you would, but you didn't even know what was happening. So in the end the darkness swallowed you, and your feelings of fear with it.

🖤

     When you opened your eyes you felt so out of it, barely managing to stay conscious. Your body was shaking, and you felt very hot. You soon found out you were still tied up, and once again tried to free yourself, but it was useless.

“Baekhyun…”

     You didn’t feel so good, you felt sick, and in the moment you didn’t want to be alone. It wasn’t long before you made out Baekhyun in your field of vision. He was sitting by the edge of the bed, his palm against your head.

“You have a fever.” You whined which made him chuckle. “It’s normal to be sick when you present.”

“Huh?”

“I told you that you’re an omega, and it’s all the more obvious now.”

“No… no what… what did you… do…”

“Just helped you awaken your true nature.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You can’t deny that now.”

“… home… I wanna…”

“I can’t take you home like this, besides what would your family think? There hasn’t been an omega in generations.” You whimpered. “It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you. I’m sure they’ll be relieved to know that.”

“No… no… I’m not…”

“The fever will pass on its own, but I’m not sure about the other things. They say omegas are pretty delicate, which is why it’s so important to claim one.”

“… go… away…”

“But you called for your alpha earlier.”

“… you’re not…”

“I am. I’ll go get you something for the fever.”

      Once he was gone you began tossing about, wanting to get free. You focused your energy on the rope, trying to untie it, but Baekhyun soon came back and stopped you.

“Is it bothering you?”

“Um…”

“I suppose you don’t need that right now.”

     Baekhyun untied you and helped you sit up, trying to give you some medicine. You refused though, not wanting to take anything from him anymore. He pet your head softly, finding your rebellious acts cute.

“This will make the fever go down and help things settle.”

“I’m not… an omega…”

“You know that’s not true. You can feel it, can’t you?”

“No… you did something…”

“You know there’s no way to change what you are. You can hide it or suppress it, but you can’t change it.”

     You knew all that was true, but you didn’t want to believe him. It wasn’t just about his betrayal, or what he had done, but what this all meant for you. Baekhyun seemed to know what you were thinking, pulling you into his arms despite your protests. He held the back of your head, rocking you softly to the sides, trying to sooth you.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna look at you differently or anything like that. You’re still y/n to me.”

“It’s not… I can’t…”

“We don’t choose these things.”

    You didn’t know how you were gonna face your family. You weren’t sure you wanted to. This all felt more like a nightmare and you desperately wanted to wake up. If that was the case you felt you would have already woken up, but all this felt way too real. You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears weren’t going to stop easily. So you sobbed into Baekhyun’s chest, letting all your thoughts overwhelm you. That is until something else caught your attention. As you were coming down from the tears you began to notice something. 

    Baekhyun smelled very different. You carefully moved your head up into the crook of his neck, taking in a breath. You never really paid attention to the scents of your friends. You could tell them apart but you never really took them in to know them better. Although you could tell that Baekhyun’s had changed, again. When he had become an alpha you noticed the change, but this was something else entirely. He smelled sweeter, and you couldn’t help yourself, wanting to take in more. Of course Baekhyun noticed, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“What is it?”

“You… you smell…”

“Nice?”

“Hm…”

“They say the scent of an alpha is sweeter to an omega, and vice versa. I certainly know that’s the case.”

“… why…”

“Cause alphas and omegas get along better. We’ve always gotten along so well, even before all this. I guess we were meant to be.”

“That’s not fair…”

“I’d call it destiny.” Baekhyun took a moment. “You’re still burning up.”

“I’m fine.”

“You should still take something to make it easier… or I could help.”

“Help?”

“I told you it’s important for an omega to get claimed. I have no problem doing that now.”

     Baekhyun pulled you back a bit, pressing a kiss to your cheek. From there his lips trailed down your neck. Despite the heat and uncomfortableness, his mouth was a sweet relief against your skin. You didn’t want him to stop, and he had no intention of doing so. He knew you were already so high off his scent alone, and in this state you were all the more sensitive. Of course you weren’t the only one being affected. Baekhyun had been holding himself together, but now that he had you so close he couldn’t help himself either. Without asking permission he began to tear up your clothes.

     At that point it was hard to keep anything straight in your head. One minute Baekhyun was kissing down your chest, the next thing you knew you were lying beneath him with less clothing. Your vision was a bit hazy but you could see Baekhyun clearly. He had always been a friend in your mind, but now you thought of something else, of something more. Everything about him was different in your eyes. Your mind taking in the little things and feeling your heart flutter. The feeling only grew more and more as your body was accepting all his attention. 

    Even if you went out clubbing with friends you had never gone home with someone, or showed interest in hookups, so this would be your first. Baekhyun would be the one to take it all, and you knew at that moment you would never give it to anyone else. Your mind was so lost in his everything you didn’t realize the fangs, not until you felt a sharp pain in the crook of your neck. Your eyes went wide and you screamed, the smell of blood hitting your nose soon after. When Baekhyun pulled away you could see his bloody mouth.

“Couldn’t help myself…”

“Baekhyun…”

“No one else can have you.”

     There was a sharpness to his tone, almost like a warning. His one and only time saying this to you, and if you ever forgot it, there would be consequences. You couldn’t comprehend on the surface, but deep down you got the message. He wasn’t done here though, far from it. Baekhyun took off his own shirt, getting rid of the rest of your clothing and his in the process. You made a move to cover yourself, feeling exposed, but he stopped you, holding your hands above your head.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re perfect just like this, and I’ll make you even better.”

🖤

     If anyone asked you to recount that night, your first, the day you were mated, you probably couldn’t tell them anything about it. There was just a mix of heat and blood and pleasure. Your body would never forget, and neither would your soul, even if your mind was completely blank. Baekhyun wouldn’t say anything either, loving to have this secret to himself and to a degree you. All you did know was waking up in his arms, feeling safe, feeling loved. Your future was still uncertain, but you were alright there and then.

“Awake?”

“Hm…”

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired…”

“Well the fever’s down, so I think the worst of it is over.”

“I guess…”

“Sh, take it easy.”

“I feel tingly…”

“That might be the bite.”

“Bite… yeah… you bit me…”

“You still need to bite me back.”

“Hm…”

“Better now before you find out you’re pregnant.”

“What!”

“What? You don’t remember how much we did it? If I didn’t put a baby in you we’re gonna have to try again.”

“Baekhyun, I can’t-”

     You jumped up and away from Baekhyun, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down. He pet your head softly, immediately soothing your worries.

“It’s much easier for an omega to get pregnant, especially when they just presented. It’s only natural for you, for us.”

“Us… you really planned this all out, didn’t you?”

“Can you blame me? I’ve always looked after you, I wasn’t gonna let anyone else do that.”

“There were better ways…”

“You wouldn’t listen.”

“You were a prick.”

“Perhaps…”

“No you were.”

“Sh, sh, you should go back to sleep. We can talk more later, and finish things up properly too.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t worry. I got you, and I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“Thanks… I suppose…”

“It’s always been you and me. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

(II)

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[tierneysodegaard]

Dirty Secrets - Pierre Gasly x reader - Part One

Pierre Gasly x female!reader

Summary: Being the golden girl of Mercedes was easy when your dad was Toto Wolff. You’d been his Personal Assistant for a while with no problems until Pierre Gasly started to sneak around with you. Toto would kill him if he found out he was sleeping around with his daughter. Let’s just hope you have a good concealer to hide those marks Pierre leaves on your neck every night. 

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, mentions of parents leaving, sexual innuendos, sexual tension 

AN: This series will contain smut ;) It is also fast-paced and set in 2020 but for the sake of the fic we are going to pretend covid didn’t happen, I’d rather not think back to that time either.

—

Mercedes had a golden boy in the form of Lewis Hamilton and they also had a golden girl in the form of you. The only difference is you didn’t drive around a track at hundreds of miles an hour. Instead, you had the role of being your Dad’s assistant, constantly gathering files for him, always making sure he had coffee when he needed it, scheduling the meetings for him, and ensuring things ran smoothly for him. Everyone on the grid including the workers knew that you were off-limits yet even if Toto didn’t care who looked at you they would still back away from you, no one wanted to be on Toto’s bad side. 

Everyone but Pierre Gasly. 

You were the one thing he couldn’t have but he didn’t care, he still wanted you.

Pierre would always see you in the paddocks and garages, he was fascinated with you. To him, you were the innocent good girl that never went out very often, always stayed late to finish up work and was always at work early. You always looked neat and clean, your hair, make-up, outfit, everything was always done to perfection. Not to mention you were the daughter of Toto Wolff, the same man who wasn’t exactly Red Bull’s biggest fan and although Pierre no longer drove under Red Bull he did drive for Alpha Tauri which technically was managed by Red Bull and was a part of them. 

You weren’t hard to look at, Pierre always found himself staring and jumping into a conversation with you whenever he could. Charles had always snapped at him for it. Always complaining that one day he would get caught and Toto would make sure he was dealt with, even if it was for just talking to you. 

“I have everything you need for your meeting in this folder.” You held out a folder for Toto to take. The two of you were standing in the garages, going over what he needed for the last-minute meeting before the race started that afternoon. 

“Perfect.” He took the folder from you, scanning it to make sure everything was in fact there. “I won’t be in the meeting long.” He looked from the folder to you, smiling as he did so. “Thirty minutes maxim.”

“No worries, I will see you when you’re done -”

“Could you bring some coffee when the meeting ends? I’m shattered.” 

You smiled at your dad, a light laugh escaping your lips as you replied. “Of course, does Susie, Lewis or Valterii want any?”

“I’ll ask and text you.” He replied. “Right,” He checked his watch. “I’ll be back in thirty. Be careful and if anyone even tries anything with you come straight to me.”

“I’ll be fine.” You turned on your heel. “Good luck!” You called back with a smile on your face as you walked past all of the other garages.

It didn’t take long for a familiar French accent to grab your attention. “Is that the Mercedes golden girl I see? On her own as well? What a rarity!”

“Good morning Gasly, I see you haven’t lost your charm if you could even call it that.”

“Would never lose it for you love.” He joined your side, looking down and sending you a wink. “How are you?”

“Good, are you?”

“Perfect now I’ve seen you.” You rolled your eyes at his comment. 

“Charming well I’ve got work to do so -”

“Oh that’s a lie, just saw your dad disappear to a meeting with your mum, meaning you have nothing to do for like what thirty minutes  -”

“She’s not my mum.” You cut him off. 

“She’s not?” 

“Nope, I’m the odd sibling out.” You replied, clearly forgetting you were now having a full-blown conversation with Pierre Gasly. 

“How many do you have?”

“Three and including me there’s four of us. Two with Dad’s first marriage and one with Susie. Dad had me with another woman but she left him with me years ago.”

“That’s a shame.” He gave you a light smile. “At least you’re close with Toto.”

“So close he doesn’t let another human near me.” You returned the smile. 

“Everyone but me.” He smirked. 

“Especially you.” 

“Why me?” 

“I mean you do basically drive for the rival. Not to mention how you stare at me all the time.”

“You finally noticed.” 

“Rather hard not to Gasly.” You gave him a side look. “I can always feel your eyes on me, all the bloody time.” You huffed, speeding up your walk in the hopes of getting away from him. 

“Can’t help it when a girl as pretty as you is standing in the garages.” 

“Gasly is there a reason you’re still talking to me?” Your eyes scanned through the crowds before you, hoping to catch an eye of a Mercedes worker but just like your Dad, the majority of them were all in meetings. 

“Am I not allowed to talk to you?”

“It’s not that you're not allowed to talk to me it’s more that you probably shouldn’t.”

“Why? Do you think I’m scared of your Dad?” He gave you a cheeky smile as he continued to speak. “He doesn’t scare me -”

“Is that why you never approach me when he’s alongside me? I only ever seem to talk to you when I’m on my own.”

“I do it so I can have your full attention.” He winked as he looked down at you.

You’d always caught the eye of Pierre Gasly. Ever since you started working at Mercedes and he caught yours. He was an attractive guy but for you he was just too cocky, not to mention how he drove for Alpha Tauri and you worked for Mercedes and things like that never ended well.

The first time you ever spent time alone with him was when he lost Antoine and lost his seat at Red Bull that same weekend. You were walking through the garages late at night after finishing up some work for Toto when you saw him sitting outside, head in his hands and light sobs coming from his mouth. You just walked straight up to him and took him in your arms, soothing him as best you could. From that day on Pierre was never far from you, his gaze always looming over you whenever you worked, 

“Very smooth Gasly.” You checked the time. 

“You’ve got plenty of time until that meeting finishes.” 

“Do you stalk everything I do?”

“I try not to but you basically did confirm that they went to a meeting.”

You turned to give him a side glance, a small smile tugging on your lips as you kept walking. “You have a point but don’t you have a meeting to go to? Last time I checked you are also racing today.”

“I am but I’ve already had my meeting this morning.” He smirked over at you. “I did want to ask you something… what are you doing tonight?”

“Sleeping.” 

“That means you’re free tonight.” His smirk grew. “Do you want to come out with me and a few other drivers? We’re heading to a club just outside the track and if you’re free I’d like you to be there.”

I’d like you to be there. 

He knew what to say. 

“What time?” 

“We’re leaving at ten.” 

“I’ll think about it.” 

“That means yes -”

“No, it doesn’t!” 

“Well then give me an answer.” His tone was cocky. You hated it but it was hot. 

“I’ll see you at ten.” Huffing you picked up the pace once again but this time Pierre let you walk off, he’d gotten what he wanted. 

—

The drivers were currently completing their formation lap and you were sitting alongside your Dad. Toto was sipping on the coffee you’d bought him, eyeing over every screen in sight. “Are you having dinner with Susie and me?”

“Tonight? Depends, what time.”

“Don’t stay here too long, you need to stop overworking yourself.” 

“No I’m not working tonight, I actually have plans.”

“Who with?” 

“Umm… a few of the drivers -”

“Absolutely not.” 

“Oh don’t be like that, come on I’m an adult -”

“And?” He snapped his head towards you. “I don’t want you crowded around all those men.” 

“y/n?” Susie’s voice grabbed your attention. “Go out tonight darling, you never take time for yourself.” She then turned to Toto. “She isn’t your little girl anymore -”

“I’m still her Dad -”

“And she’s an adult.” 

Toto huffed, picking up the headset for the radio. “Lewis?” He spoke. “I know it is not a good time but are you free tonight?”

“Oh for God’s sake Dad!” You spat trying to pry his hand off the radio button. 

“Toto…” Susie's tone was a warning sign but he didn’t care. 

“Lewis will go with you tonight -”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I’m aware but I don’t want you going on your own.”

“I won’t be on my own, I’ll be with Charles and Pierre… and the rest of them…”

 “You’ll have someone responsible with you at least.” 

You huffed, leaning back in your chair as Susie looked between the two of you. It wasn’t uncommon for you and Toto to argue about boys. He was naturally protective of you, you were his first child and unlike the rest of his children, you had no mother, just him. Sure Susie was basically like your mother and so was Stephine, Toto’s first wife, but you never called either of them Mum. However, Susie was very much the person who would pick up the pieces for the two of you and mend everything. 

The woman leaned down and whispered in your ear, her hand on your shoulder as she spoke. “I’ll talk to him, you just focus on the race.” Nodding you followed suit with her wishes, watching as the race started. 

Bottas had got away rather well, leading the race as Verstappen and Norris followed whilst Lewis trailed behind them. In lap nine Lewis overtook Albon, taking him to third. In lap eleven Max had to retire the car due to a loss of power, which made Toto a little happier. He always knew that Red Bull and Ferrari were the main rivals and if those drivers had to retire it made his job easier. Lewis had now managed to get into P2, Bottas was still in P1. On the thirty-first lap, Vettel was clipped by Carlos, making him spin out. Another smile on your Dad’s face grew, knowing he had both drivers on pole. Your eyes kept flicking to see where Pierre was, hoping he wouldn’t get into any incidents. 

In lap fifty-one, George had to retire his car. You glanced over at Toto who seemed to be taking notes. He’d mentioned that he taking notes on the young lad, clearly impressed by his talent but there was no sign that Toto wanted to sign him anytime soon. Toto’s expression turned sour when he saw the safety car come out onto the track. 

“Fuck sake…” He spat, bouncing his leg up and down in frustration. 

“It won’t be long, Bottas and Lewis will be fine.” You spoke up. “They both have the pace and the tyres will be fine.” 

“Yes, but others have pitted -”

“And they’ll need time to warm up their tyres, the safety car won’t be out for long.” 

Susie smiled, looking between you both earning a glare from Toto. “What?” He asked her. 

“You can tell she’s your daughter.” Smirking she planted a kiss on his head as the race got underway again. There were only twenty laps left, Albon had overtaken Perez and was trying his best to close the gap between him and Lewis but that didn’t last long when Kimi had an incident, allowing the yellow flags to wave. 

With ten laps left Albon attempted to overtake Lewis and that didn’t end well. Lewis held his ground and Albon ended up clipping Lewis which sent him spinning into the gravel but Lewis was still on track to place second which prompted an investigation. 

Thankfully Bottas secured P1 which meant your Dad was ecstatic but unfortunately Lewis came P4. Pierre finished in P7, a small smile appeared on your lips when you saw he was in the points.

During the ceremony, you could feel a pair of eyes on you. It didn’t take a genius to work out who was staring at you. Pierre kept looking over at you, a smirk on his lips as you finally caved and looked in his direction, hoping your Dad wouldn’t catch on to who you were looking at. Pierre winked at you, his eyes trailing up and down your body as best he could through the crowd. 

“You could do worse,” Susie whispered in your ear. Snapping your head to the side you met her gaze as she flickered between you and Pierre. “Don’t worry I won’t tell your Dad -”

“It’s not like that!” You gave her your full attention. 

“Oh come on, I know your Dad is a bit slow on these things but I’ve seen him staring at you.” 

“And it isn’t like that.”

“Did he ask you to go out tonight?” 

“Yes.” 

She smiled at your words. “Just be careful around him because if Toto finds out he’ll be six feet underground.” 

Replicating her actions you looked back at the podium. “It isn’t like that. The most we are is friends. We just speak around the paddocks and that’s it.” 

“Hmm…” She smirked as you all watched Bottas receive his trophy. 

—

“I’m sorry you have to come out with me tonight.” Lewis was sitting on your bed in your hotel room, watching you put on your heels for the night ahead. “Toto was -”

“You don’t have to apologise.” He gave you a warm smile. “I get why he’s on edge and hey I don’t mind. I’d rather tag along and be a little bored than not go and you get into trouble.”

“I don’t know why he’s so against me going, I’ll be with the other drivers.”

“That’s why he worries, he just knows a few of them have a little reputation and you’re a beautiful girl.” 

“Aren’t you a charmer?” You smiled. “Thank you, Lewis.” 

“Besides I think there’s a driver who has his eyes on you.” 

“If you’re going to say, Pierre -”

“Oh, so you do know.” 

Rolling your eyes you grabbed your bag and started to walk towards the door. “How many times do I need to tell everyone this… there’s nothing between us, we just talk occasionally.” 

“And he stares at you all the time.”

“Who else knows?” You opened the door, narrowing your gaze as he followed you out. 

“Only me, Bottas and Susie.” 

“As long as Dad doesn’t catch him staring that’s all I care about. I’d rather him not kill Pierre.” 

“Looking out for him already?”

“Nope, more looking out for Toto.”

The majority of the grid was at the club, the lot of them all drinking their weight in alcohol. Even Lewis who thought he wouldn’t have a good time, sat in a booth chatting away to Daniel with a drink in his hand. This left you alone without the watchful eye of Lewis. A perfect window for Pierre to jump in. 

“Christ…” Pierre’s voice made you turn your head as the Frenchman walked past you before standing in front of you, his eyes trailing up and down your figure as you leant against the bar. “I would have asked you to come out a long time ago if I knew that’s what you looked like under your uniform.”

You gave the man before you an unamused look. “I’m not naked Pierre, I’m just wearing a dress.”

“Yet…” He mumbled. “And you look beautiful in it.” 

“Thank you.” You gave him a little smile, your eyes flickering over to Lewis. 

“Am I that bad you need to call for your babysitter to come and get you?”

“He’s not my babysitter… okay maybe he is here to look out for me but he’s not here to babysit me just to keep an eye out so my Dad doesn’t lose his shit.”

“Can’t say I blame him, you look stunning any man here would want you.”

“Doesn’t mean I want them.” 

“Oh, I can tell.” He looked over at the bar behind you. “Can I get you a drink?”

“I wouldn’t turn down a free drink.” 

You and Pierre spent the majority of your nights at the bar, the pair of you both finishing every drink put in front of you. You’d started to let your guard down around him, after all, you didn’t have to worry about Toto catching either of you and it was clear the others knew that Pierre had his eye on you. 

“So what’s the plan for you?” Pierre smiled. “You just going to be your Dad’s assistant until the end of time?” 

“Nope.” You took a sip of your drink, slowing down your alcohol consumption. “I want his job, I want to take over from him one day or take over another team and battle against him one day.”

“Yeah? You think you could do that?” He propped his head up on his hand, giving you every drop of his attention. 

“I know I could do it, I’ve watched him over a million times, I’m the one who plans meetings and organises everything for him, I could take over tomorrow if I wanted to.” 

He let out a light chuckle. “I admire your confidence, it’s hot.”

“I am hot Gasly.” 

“I’m aware.” 

“What about you? Planning to race until the end?”

“Hope so, I would like to win a Championship, maybe join one of the bigger teams one day and win one there. Then when I can I’ll retire and hopefully have a wife and kids to spend it with. Have you ever thought about something like that?”

“Nope, I’d rather be successful than settle down fast.” 

“Who says it needs to be fast?” He arched his brow.

“Fair point Gasly… I guess if I found the right person then sure but I would be nine months pregnant and still doing my job at the side of the track.”

Pierre laughed at your words before his stunning glass eyes met yours again. “I admire your attitude to things.” 

“Could say the same about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“After what you went through last year well, you deserve the most respect out of anyone on that grid.” 

His eyes softened at your words, a small genuine smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you y/n, means a lot coming from you.”

“Why me?”

“You work with Lewis Hamilton, the bloke is a legend and self-made.” 

“So are you.” 

“Done your research on me?” He shifted closer to you, a smirk on his lips. 

“Oh come on it’s not hard to work things like that out and don’t say that as if you haven’t done your research on me.”

“It’s hard to stay away from your Instagram account.”

“It’s hard not to notice when you like everything.” The pair of you shared a smile. 

“Can’t help it when you’re posing in those lingerie sets.” His voice went dark, his hand skimming across your bare thigh.

You knew what photo he was talking about. Being the daughter of Toto Wolff had its perks and one of those perks was companies asking for you to model for them whilst promoting their clothes. A small brand reached out to you and asked if you’d promote their new set of lingerie, you accepted but the one thing that stood out was that you could have your partner's name displayed in the lace material. 

“Oh yeah?” You leaned closer, teasing him as his hand went higher up your thigh. “Thought about your name on my underwear Pierre?” It was the first time you’d referred to him by his first name and it sounded like heaven falling from your lips. You were right though, Pierre had found himself staring at those photos countless times, imagining his name displayed in the material. 

“The golden girl has brains too…” His eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes. “Good girl for noticing.” 

Fuck that sounded good coming from him. 

Those words and the added pressure on your thighs making your legs shift at the feeling in your stomach made your words run dry. Pierre leaned closer, tucking a hair behind your ears. “What’s that matter mon amour? You were so confident earlier..” A smirk grew on his lips as he took in your flustered state. “Was it that easy?” 

“Oh fuck off Gasly.” You went to stand but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards him so you crashed into his body, your hands on his chest whilst his arms wrapped around your waist. Your face was inches away from his, his hair falling slightly, covering his right eye but that didn’t stop them from adoring your face. 

“Such harsh words coming from that pretty mouth of yours.” His thumb moved up to your bottom lip, swiping it in a teasing way. “Maybe I should teach it a lesson.” 

A surge of confidence swam through your veins as you spoke. “You wouldn’t know how.” 

That’s all Pierre needed. He moved his head closer until there was no air between the pair of you, connecting his lips to your soft ones. The kiss started slow, the pair of you moving your lips against one another before Pierre started to quicken his movements. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip before groaning in frustration that you wouldn’t part your lips for him to get closer. 

“Oh, you’re in for it ma douce.” Pierre grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the club, not caring that you were under the watchful eye of Lewis. 

Was it the alcohol talking or did you really want to fuck Pierre Gasly?

---

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Pretty Woman AU (Part 6)

Long time no see 🫡

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“I’m Shuri.” The girl stuck her hand out for Okoye to take. She glanced back at Attuma, too nose deep in files and a cup of coffee to notice the interaction.

“Okoye.” She chuckled, taking her hand hesitantly and flinching as Shuri shook it wildly.

“You must be quite the woman to thaw that asshole’s heart.” Shuri muttered, gesturing to the boss behind them as he worked.

Attuma tsked from his desk but said nothing as he let them talk.

“I don’t know about that.” Okoye’s cheeks flushed at the compliment as her hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt.

“Come on, girl. Don't be coy. How’d you do it?” Shuri pulled her in a bit too close with a mischievous smirk accessory to her glimmering eyes.

The question made Okoye tense. They still hadn’t talked about what to say when some one inquired about their relationship. Words ran like chickens with their heads cut off as she tried to settle on something between, "I make him cum like three times a night," and "I'm not quite sure honestly."

Attuma glanced up, noting the uneasiness in Okoye’s form and cleared his throat harshly. “Thank you Shuri. I don’t pay you to mingle with my girlfriend.”

“Right. Well, nice to meet you anyways, Okoye. Should I order lunch for you two?” Shuri rolled her eyes, releasing Okoye’s hand.

“No. We'll be off soon.” He glared at the girl and scoffed her vivacious personality as she left, making sure to turn the lock on her way out.

Okoye let out a breath of relief and stumbled into the chair in front of his desk with a sigh. “She is overwhelming isn’t she?”

“She does good work.” He shrugged as he watched her catch her breath from the overstimulating interaction.

A comfortable silence settled into the room as Attuma scribbled across some papers, marking notes and suggestions in some spaces.

His jaw clenched in focus as his body stayed tensed forward in the chair. A big contradiction to Okoye’s slouching form in the chair.

“So..girlfriend?” Her lips tugged to a smirk as she toyed with the name plate on his desk.

“Yes. Girlfriend.”

“You didn’t ask me to be your girlfriend yet.”

She could see the gears turn and creak in his brain as the furrow in his brows deepened. “I have to ask you? At this point in our relationship? Seriously?”

Okoye rolled her eyes at his confusion. After all, he did promise her the fairytale life. She believed this came with it. She wanted it more than ever.

“You don’t want me as your girlfriend?” She pouted.

“Do I want you as my girlfriend? Okoye, I want to you to marry me.” He scoffed, finally lifting his head to look at her face. That beautiful face, one that held a new level of astonishment he hadn't seen before.

“S-seriously?”

“One day, yes.” He suddenly felt shy under her as she went through her array of thoughts and emotions. Had he said too much?

“Ask me.” Okay, maybe not.

“Excuse you?”

“You dumbass! Ask me to marry you!” Okoye hopped up from her seat and scurried around his desk, setting his papers to the side so she could sit on the glossy wood.

“Baby. Think rationally right now.” Attuma leaned back in his chair with a blush across his tanned cheeks.

“I am. I love you. You love me..right?” Okoye swung her feet and her heels flew off with a clatter to the floor.

“Yes. More than anything.”

“Then ask me to marry you.” She said it as if it was the simplest concept in the world. Maybe in her head it was.

“Okoye-“ The woman in question leaned forward, dragging his chair til he sat flush between her thighs. She rested the appendages on his shoulders.

“So you don’t want to marry me?”

Attuma could feel the cloud of uncertainty hover over him as she looked at him as if he was all she wanted. And if she kept it up, he might just marry her tomorrow. “Come on! Let’s put some time between us before we jump like that. We’ve only known each other 3 weeks.”

“Pussy. My parents got married after 3 days.” She giggled at the story and Attuma rolled his eyes.

“They were wasted and fucked over the head in Vegas.”

That didn’t snub her desire at all. “Attuma. Ask me to marry you.”

He braced his hands to her thighs, bringing them up and trailing them with soft kisses. “I love you. You know this. But we need time. So, for now, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I want to be your wife.”

“And we will get there, Okoye. Right now is not the time and you know it.”

Okoye crossed her arms as she looked down at the pleading man. One day, she thought. But for now, “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Wonderful. Should we seal it with a date tonight?”

“Where to?” She perked in curiosity.

“Ever been to the opera?”

———

“You look beautiful.”

“Easy for you to say..You won’t be bald.” Okoye went for her wig as it laid idle on the sink.

Attuma caught her wandering hand, bringing it to his lips with a smile. “You look beautiful. And anybody that says otherwise can answer to me.”

“Thank you.” She blushed as he kissed down her wrists to her fingertips. “You know this’ll be my first time not covering it up in public.”

“And for that, I have a gift.”

“Attuma, you’ve given me enough.”

“Hardly.”

He broke away from her and went into the closet. He dug around before pulling out a slender velvet box and bringing it back to her. “It was delivered today. Had to get you out the house so you wouldn’t open it.”

Okoye gasped. No wonder he was so insistent on her accompanying him to work. All that ramble about not wanting to be apart made sense now.

“Can I open it now?”

“It is yours isn’t it.”

“Yeah…guess it is.” She smiled as she carefully took the box and opened it. Inside was a necklace more glamorous than anything she’d ever seen. Diamonds encrusted and covered the chain, making it glimmer in the simple bathroom light. “Oh my…”

“Don’t ask how much it cost. Just know it was enough to see that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The one where you think you’re gonna cry from being so fucking happy.”

Okoye nodded, tears brimming her lash line as he took the necklace from the box and began to fix it around her neck. "I am crying." She tilted her head up and dropped the box to fan her eyes as the water threatened to fall tremendously.

"Oh Okoye. Maybe we should stay in tonight." His eyes glossed over with a look she knew too well.

"No! We can sex it up later but I am too dressed up for it to go to waste like this." She pried his hands from her body and grabbed her clutch, promptly exiting the bathroom before he had a chance to seduce her further.

The car ride was long. Okoye even had time for a quick nap on Attuma's shoulder before they arrived. She was woken up when he nudged her forward until her body jerked up suddenly.

She smacked his arm as he chuckled at her before stepping out of the car and holding his hand out for her to take.

"Wait...I'm not ready."

"Okoye. I will not let anyone say or do anything to you that you don't feel comfortable with. Do you understand me?"

Okoye shook her head as her leg began to shake and her hands were not able to relax. Attuma slid back into the car, cradling her cheeks and planting a kiss to her lips. Her body went lax as she allowed herself to feel nothing but him and his lips against hers.

Slowly, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers in replacement.

"It's gonna be okay. I won't leave your side and when you're ready to go home, I want you to squeeze my hand as hard as you can. Okay?"

"Okay." Her voice came out shaky and kind of weak as she tried to reassure herself in her head as much as he had out loud.

Attuma stepped out the car again, stretching his hand out for her to hold. Okoye took a deep breath as she met him and stepped out of the vehicle herself. "Good." He praised her as she adjusted her dress. "You look amazing. The show is going to be amazing, we are going to have a nice time, we will mingle and we will get the fuck out of here so fast-"

Okoye laughed at his rant, squeezing his hand lightly. "Nervous?" She teased.

"Me? No. You know who should be nervous? Everybody in that goddamn theater. They'll have the limited opportunity to breathe the same air as the most beautiful woman on the face of the Earth. They should be bowing at your feet at this moment, incompetent assholes they are." He smirked as she continued to laugh at his nonsense.

"Shut up! Oh my god!"

"No. I will never shut up about you. You'd have to kill me before I ever shut up about you."

Okoye's laughter left a smile on her face as Attuma looked down at her in nothing short of pure admiration and love. He was in love and he wouldn't deny it or deprive the fact from anyone who wanted to know.

"Okoye..will you marry me?"

@theeblackmedusa @tvreadsandsleep @pilesofpillows @xblackreader @mamajankyy @dontruinmymorning @attoye

#alex livinalli #attuma #attoye #attuma x okoye #attoye fanfic #black panther #wakanda forever #danai gurira #mcu okoye #okoye x attuma #attoye fluff #pretty woman #alternate universe

[majesty-madness]

“Don’t Make Fun of Me” - Shota Aizawa x reader (sfw)

Summary: Sometimes the things we are looking for are right in front of us.

Word Count: 800+

Warnings: nothing really, reader wears glasses, fluff

a/n: Wanted to write something small this time. Not proofread.

Main Masterlist

Y/N was pacing back and forth in front of her desk, mumbling to herself.

For the life of her, she could not remember what she did with her glasses. She really needed to finish her report for work, but she had to use her laptop which also required her glasses.

Yeah, she could have just forgotten about them and simply finished her work with them but she hated the feeling of leaving her eyes exposed.

When looking at any type of screen with her glasses felt like she was making her eyesight even worse.

Better to just find them before work tomorrow.

Y/N took one more look around her room then sped into the living room couch where her boyfriend, Aizawa, was sitting and grading papers.

“Shota, have you seen my glasses?” She asked as she looked into the crevices of the lounge chair off to the side.

Aizawa didn’t even look up as he answered her. “No I haven’t.”

He marked something down on one of his students' papers just as Y/N stood straight up, turning her body to look all around the room.

“Are you sure? Because I really need to finish my report.” She stood looking right at him now, her hands resting on her hips.

Aizawa began to lift his head, his eyes still trained on the paper in his hand. “Yes, I’m sure. Have you checked-” then as his eyes finally flicked up to her, and that’s when he saw it.

A pair of softly rounded glasses sitting atop her head.

He had to fight back the smile that was begging to show through and instead looked back down to his papers. “Checked your backpack?”

“Yes! I found the case, but not my glasses.” Y/N frustratedly threw her hands up in the air before she walked to the kitchen, thinking maybe she’d accidentally left them in there.

It wasn’t likely, but that had been the only place she had yet to search.

Aizawa listened to her moving things around their kitchen, coffee mugs clinking against each other, cabinet doors squeaking open and then being immediately closed.

Since she was out of sight he couldn’t help the smirk on his face.

Normally, he would’ve said something by now but he decided to let her be for a few more minutes.

“Oh god! If I don’t find my glasses then I have to work on the report without them…” Y/N complained, standing up and out from the lower cabinets. “And if I work without them, I’ll get a headache and you know that my headaches last forever.”

She sighed deeply, her face falling into the palms of her hands as she contemplated what she was going to do.

On second thought, Aizawa recognized that he probably shouldn’t let her suffer just because she didn’t know that the object in question was sitting right on top of her head.

So he carefully got up from his place on the couch, throwing the papers onto the coffee table and then made his way into the kitchen.

Y/N raised her head when she heard the sound of footsteps stopping right in front of her.

There was a pause when Aizawa sighed. “Are you positive you don’t know where they are?”

Y/N adamantly nodded her head, the expression in her eyes telling him she was speaking the truth.

Aizawa couldn’t help the smirk from growing this time as he reached for the top of her head and, in one motion, plucked the glasses from the top and set them onto her face.

For a moment or two, she looked absolutely stunned that they had been there the whole time. Then after those few moments, her face morphed into one of annoyance.

“Don’t make fun of me.”

Aizawa rested his hands on his hips now, “I’m not.”

“You saw them didn’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Y/N shook her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t say anything and I can’t believe they were on my head this entire time.”

“You’re usually so put together, figure I’d see how this goes.” Aizawa admitted, now leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest.

Subconsciously, Y/N straightened her glasses, glaring at Aizawa in the corner of her eye. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” He answered confidently.

She directly glared at him this time, eyes narrowing just a bit but the reminiscence of a smile sitting below the surface of her scowl.

He was right, of course.

“No I don’t, but know the next time you leave me hanging like that I will throw these at you.” She scoffed, gesturing to the plastic frame.

Aizawa pushed himself off the counter, walking back to the couch. “I guess you won’t have any glasses then.”

“I’d be worth it!” Y/N playfully snapped back as she disappeared into their shared bedroom.

With one more glance toward the bedroom, Aizawa laughed.

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #eraserhead #shota aizawa #aizawa #eraserhead x reader #aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #female reader #fem!reader #mha oneshot #mha imagines

[chaotic-major]

Yes, yes, I am making another theory post about Dan Heng.

So. His eyes.

Pretty, right? But that’s not exactly what caught my eye.

The red under his left eye.

I’ve seen people say it’s a scar, others claim it’s make up.

I think it’s neither.

SPOILERS FOR DAN HENG’S LORE (kinda) AND THE B PLOT OF XIANZHOU MAIN STORY.

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So, if you look at the leaks, you would know that Dan Heng is receiving a 5 star form in 1.3 (supposed release date). However, we will get to see that form in 1.1, in the main story. Now, I haven’t seen any of the leaked cutscenes, but I am aware of the premise of what takes place for this transformation to happen.

Massive pieces of lore aside (*cough* BLADE *cough*), it’s pretty clear that Dan Heng is part of the Vidiyahara, and a special one at that.

There was a theory (? Might’ve been an unconfirmed leak.) that Dan Heng is like, prince or something of the Vidiyahara. I don’t quite believe that theory, however, given how little we know about the Vidiyahara (as we barely talk to Bailu and Dan Heng info dumps a little in the B plot) it could be somewhat true.

And that got me thinking:

What if they’re markings?

We’ve seen what scars look like on characters in Star Rail, just look at Arlan. But I checked the makeup on all the characters, and none had anything like that, even if they did wear makeup.

(Also, what an oddly specific design choice to only have one eye with makeup that sits visibly apart from the eye. (Which is also focused on in official art and in his Eildon 2))

So, I know that in some stories, people who look human but end up being revealed to be otherwise, often have a telling feature, like a facial marking, that is often written off as a scar or something until the reveal.

And you wanna know something interesting?

Look at the eyes from his 5 star model.

There’s 2 of them, one on each side.

Regardless, with what I know right now, I could be insane and it’s just makeup or a scar.

But I can’t help but think they might represent something we are not aware of yet, and therefore can barely fathom.

#honkai star rail #star rail #Major decides to theorize about Dan Heng again #dan heng #This man makes me insane.

[judgeanon]

Plastic Skies - Model 5: Su-37 Berkut

After that last, highly-demanding build, I made a conscious decision that my next kit would be something simple. No hyper complex camo schemes, no funky weird tools, just a cheap little palate cleanser. At first I thought about getting another of those baby models, but I was lucky enough to find something that not only checked all the boxes, but was also one of my all-time favorite weirdo planes. This, at last, was going to be just fun, dammit.

For those who haven’t had the pleasure, the Berkut is an experimental plane built around the idea of forward-swept wings and other technologies like thrust vectoring. The project was started in the 80s, but the plane itself first took flight in 1997, and while its test results were pretty impressive, it was eventually scrapped for more conventional airplanes. Still, the sole working prototype remained in use as a test bed for further technologies, and along the way, it gained a pretty strong following. Japan in particular seems to adore the Berkut, and it has appeared in pretty much every Ace Combat game since 3. In fact, an amusingly sizeable bunch of online articles about it just straight-up use game renders of the Berkut, even if they feature markings from Ace Combat’s various fictional countries.

But anyway! Beloved weirdo plane. 95% black fuselage. No missiles because it never saw actual combat. And according to online resources, the model had the simplest landing gear doors I’d seen yet. It was fate. Especially at the price the online reseller I bought it from was asking: less than half the price of the last model. Sure, I could tell it was an old kit, but how bad could it be?

The Berkut’s construction was every bit as easy as I imagined it to be. So easy, in fact, that I built it in literally a single day. Although I did make a few ugly mistakes along the way. The biggest one, which is hard to notice unless you see it very up close and/or with the light right over it, was the paint. Thinking I’d need a lot of black, I went overboard on the paint and ended up with some really ugly brush strokes covering most of the model. The glossy varnish I picked for the finish hid some of it, but it was a lesson I’m trying to keep at the forefront of my mind for next time: chill with the paint.

I did, for once, enjoy doing the landing gears. Not just because they were hilariously easy compared to pretty much every other one I’d built, but because it (and the thrusters) gave me a chance to break out the metallic paint. Seriously, I fucking love that stuff. I’m thinking about building another MiG-21 or a Sabre or even another P-51 Mustang just so I can give them the shiniest coat of metallic paint I can find.

The white details were a bit of a problem, but that’s because white paint in general kinda vexes me. For some reason I end up needing at least twice as many coats as any other paints. Maybe it’s a matter of priming, another thing I’ve yet to try with models. But in any case, before I knew it, the Berkut was complete, moving canards and all. It was time to get my decalling on.

I dunked one of the red stars that are supposed to go on the wings on warm water, took it out, removed the excess water, put it on the fuselage and gently poked at it with a toothpick like I’d done with dozens of other decals before. And then it happened. The star shattered completely inside the paper, its points snapping off like twigs. Grimacing, I tried to hold it together, but that just obliterated it further. Before I could do anything else, the star was just a mangle of red decal on a damp piece of paper.

So that sucked, but I knew I had five more stars to use. At worst, I could just not use one of the bottom ones. But I needed to do some testing. I wanted to check if this was a freak accident or if there was something worse going on. I picked a different decal and tried again. It disintegrated even faster than the star. And I gave up on the decals.

A quick online search confirmed my fear: this model kit was released in 2000. It is old enough to drink. Surely, the protective plastic coat around the decals was a hundred times weaker than the toothpicks I used. And while I did find a few ways to solve it, they all require products that I’m not entirely sure what their local equivalents would be. So while I’m definitely gonna be doing some more research about this to try and find a solution, for now, this poor Berkut is gonna remain un-decalled.

Also, one of its tailfins is a bit curved, but ehhhhh. I got what I paid for. It’s still a nice model, and it’ll probably get a little better once I find some gray panel line/wash to really bring the fuselage out, but as it stands, I’m just happy that a couple of sellers have more modern and bigger kits of this plane available.

Like in real life, this Berkut deserved better.

#My Stuff #Hobbies #Journals #This is also the latest model I've built #So far #So it might be a while #Until you see another one of these posts #So hey! #If you have any comments or suggestions or feedback #Now's as good a time as any! #And if you want to show off some of YOUR models #That'd be awesome too!

[midnight-sun-01]

The Price of Truth Chapter 12

Rating: 18+ minors, this ain’t it for you, get out of here

Pairing: OC x Crosshair

Warnings: these apply to the entire work and will not appear in each chapter: alcohol use, unprotected sex, violence, canon-typical gore, swearing, let me know if I missed anything

Note: In this chapter, specifically, there is alcohol use, swearing, mentions of gore and violence, possible trauma (?) and suggestive material. It's not smut (yet. This is a slow burn.)

Wordcount: 4255

Summary: What does the batch do to unwind after a tough mission? Will Poppy be a part of that? How will their interactions change with lower inhibitions? Read on to find out.

Sorry if the formatting is weird, my computer is old so I had to get creative with posting this.

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 “Time’s up, Wrecker!”

            “Just 5 more minutes!”

            “All the hot water is going to be gone if you stay in there for 5 more minutes! You’ve had 10 extra minutes already,” Poppy called back through the refresher door.

            “I just got in here!”

            “And now it’s time to get out,” she replied, banging her fist on the door again.

            “It’s not my fault you drew the short straw,” he answered.

            Poppy leaned her forehead against the door, sighing, and accepted defeat. She supposed she might as well try to review some footage and check in with Coltway back on Coruscant while she had the chance. Peeling herself away from the door, she headed down the hall.

            Once she was safely ensconced back in her bunk, with the lights of hyperspace travel flashing past her window, she booted up her holo and pulled up the footage she had captured.

            As the scenes she had witnessed on Geonosis flashed up on her screen, her breathing sped up. She was pleased to see that the adjustment in camera lens meant that the footage was much clearer now, but it also looked even more brutal from this angle. She could see every second of being stuck under the baking hot sun, sprinting to their ship while the insects closed in flying toward them in a solid wall in crystal clear detail. She could see the Geonosian grabbing her arm and face, Crosshair pulling it off her, and the squeeze of a trigger. Panic, fear, heat, dust, and blood all swirled through the frames, almost making her feel like she was back in that desert.

            She shook her head and rewound the frames of the footage, going back over that moment where the Geonosian had collapsed under the fatal blaster bolt. Mechanically, it was such a simple thing. Point and squeeze. Psychologically, it was anything but simple.

What did this make her now? Surely not a soldier, she wasn’t anywhere close to the level of the Batchers. A civilian? She didn’t quite feel like that either. She didn’t regret her actions, she would do it again if she had to, but she did wonder how that blaster bolt would leave its mark upon her soul in turn.

            She shot the footage over to Coltway along with a short summary of what had been happening, and was just standing up to go pound on the door of the bathroom again when her holo buzzed. Looking down, she saw it was her editor videoing her.

            “Hi Coltway,” she said in greeting, sliding up the answer button.

            “Poppy, how-“ he was partway through his sentence when he stopped dead, staring at her. “Blast, Poppy, what happened?” he demanded.

            “What do you mean?” she asked.

            “I mean I’ve just looked at the footage you sent me. Have you seen yourself since then? You look like you’ve just gone through a battle.”             “I actually haven’t seen myself yet,” she admitted. “One of my squad members likes to take his time in the shower, and it isn’t my turn yet.” She leaned back against the wall her bunk backed up to. “And, as a matter of fact, Coltway, I did just go through a battle.”

            “I can tell,” he replied dryly. They both remained silent for a moment longer before he continued in a gentler voice, “it looked terrible out there in the footage you sent. Was that Geonosis?”

            She nodded.

            “Was it as bad as it looked?” he asked quietly.

            She nodded again, tears pricking the inner corners of her eyes. She wasn’t even sure why she felt them coming as she didn’t feel particularly sad. Fighting against the pressure growing behind her eyes she said, “it was every bit as bad as it looked. The Geonosians, Coltway,” she shook her head, resting a hand on her forehead, but before she could stop them, she felt the tears fall hot and fast. “The stories about them are real. Some of them don’t think at all, they operate purely off instinct, and their instincts were screaming at them to rip us limb from limb.” She wiped her eyes and sniffed, looking back into the holo, where she saw him gazing back at her in concern.

            “Did you all make it back safely?”

            “Yeah, we all made it out of there in one piece. We almost lost one guy, but we were able to grab him and pull him onto our ship.” She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

            Coltway nodded solemnly, watching her, then abruptly said, “I want you to come back.”

            “What?”

            “Come back to Coruscant,” he continued. “This assignment is too dangerous. I never should have sent you out there. We can send someone else.”

            “Are you kidding me?” she snapped back. “Come back? And do what, exactly? Sit around in the office all day waiting for someone to send me reports from the field? And what do you think Chancellor Palpatine and Mas Amedda would have to say about me coming back early? Or having new people assigned to this project? They asked for me, specifically.”

            “We could tell Mas Amedda that the field work was too dangerous for someone of your experience level,” Coltway argued, running a hand through his crimson hair.

            “Mas Amedda knows what my field experience is and we both know damn well he won’t accept that excuse. Plus, you want me to just abandon this? What about Ric? What about my squad?”

            “Mas Amedda will get over it eventually, it would just be a rough few months for us. Ric would understand, and you don’t owe anything to this squad,” he said heatedly.

            “No. Absolutely not. I’m not doing it,” she said stubbornly, crossing her arms. “I’ve worked my ass off to get where I am. I’m not going back just to cower behind my desk with my tail between my legs and wait for the strong menfolk to send me reports,” she said acidly. “Ric would understand, and I owe it to him. I also owe it to this squad to tell their story.”

            Coltway’s brown eyes softened, and he gave her a thoughtful look, but said nothing. Finally, he let a long breath out through his nose and said, ��fine. But promise me,” he looked very hard at her, “that you will get every kind of training you can, when you can.”

            She nodded in agreement. That was more than fair, and smart.

            “I would also recommend backing up your data somewhere safe. Don’t trust just one source of encryption, and write everything down.”

            “Okay,” she agreed.

            “And replace that tiny blaster of yours.”

            The warm water cascaded down her back, washing away the dirt and grit and sweat that clung to her skin. Wrecker had finally gotten out of the refresher after an extra half hour in there, and Poppy had ducked gratefully inside, having to peel the clothes off her skin that were caked to her, the dried insect guts creating a glue. She’d decided to just throw them away, rather than trying to salvage them.

            As she rinsed soap out of her hair and ran her hands over her back, her fingers lightly grazed the scar stretching across it. Such a strange thing, to be changed so much, inside and out, in such a short time.

            She flipped off the water and toweled off, enjoying the steam that kept the room from sinking into the cold clutches of space. As she examined the cut on her cheek in the mirror that the Geonosian’s pincer had left, she thought she heard voices nearby.

            She peeked her head slightly out of the door, a cloud of steam billowing out, and her wet hair swinging with her movements. She could definitely hear Wrecker’s voice down the hall.

            “Aw, come on, it’s been long enough!” he whined.

            “If it is a matter of her longevity or grit, I would say that today certainly reinforces both,” came Tech’s voice. “I agree with Wrecker.”

            “Look,” Hunter’s even, commanding voice replied, “we don’t even know her stance on stuff like this. I don’t want to make her feel obligated, and she’s still a civilian.”

            “You didn’t see it, but she didn’t fire that blaster like a civilian today when I tackled that bug off her,” came Crosshair’s deep, even tone.

            She crept further down the hallway, stealthily coming closer.              “The worst that happens is we ask her and she says no,” Crosshair continued.

            “I can hardly believe I’m saying this, but I also agree with Crosshair,” said Tech’s voice again. “It is time the squad loosened up a bit. Let’s offer her some.”

            “Offer me some what?” said Poppy, stepping into the cockpit where they were all gathered, her wet hair clinging to her back.

            All four of her squad members jumped as she said those words. Tech stood frozen and stiff, staring at her through his goggles. Wrecker laughed nervously and looked at Hunter. Hunter scratched the back of his head and replied, “nothing, it’s just a bit of a tradition we have after some tough missions, but I’m not sure today counts.”

            “Today doesn’t count as a tough mission?” she asked incredulously. “If today isn’t a tough mission, what is?”

            “Well, it was a tough mission, but I’m just not sure it’s a good idea,” he rambled on.

            Poppy cut her eyes to Crosshair who was watching her closely. “What’s the tradition, Crosshair?”

            He leaned his Firepuncher against the wall, smirked slightly, then replied “Tech, it’s time for us to go on a little field trip.”

            10 minutes later they were all gathered at the furthest end of the ship, crammed in a small access tunnel mainly used for maintenance. Wrecker was so big he had to wait in a larger hallway.

            “Alright, you’ve all been super secretive. What’s this tradition?” she asked, leaning against a wall and eyeing them each in turn.

            In response, Tech looked at Hunter, who nodded. Crosshair squeezed past her, his back brushing her front in the close space, and her heart jumped. She ignored Hunter’s sharp gaze. Crosshair pulled a loose wall panel off, and behind it-

            “Is that what I think it is, Tech?” she asked sharply, pulling herself forward off the wall she was leaning against.

            “If you mean, is this a modified alcohol still, retrofitted to work with the cooling units condensing constantly as the ship flies, then, yes, it is what you think it is,” he replied simply.

            “Oh Maker,” she laughed, “You’re making hooch!”

            She leaned in closely to look at it. The boiler was surrounded with a large container, and had an arm attached to the top, leading to the cooling unit that came up through a distilling column, and at the bottom of the system were several large jars of clear liquid, packed carefully away. She laughed; leaning in to grab one, uncorked it, and took a whiff. It had almost no scent, except for a lingering bite of citrus, cinnamon, and pine. She groaned lightly, enjoying the simple home comfort of the smell of a drink, and turned to find the three of them watching her almost anxiously.

            “Well what are you waiting for, let’s crack these open!” she exclaimed, leading the way back to the cockpit. “Wrecker, grab the glasses!”

            “Aha yes! I knew she’d want to have a drink after all that!” his loud voice echoed back through the hallway.

            Back in the cockpit Wrecker and Poppy were already halfway through their first drinks when the other three caught up to them, bottles of liquor in their arms.

            “I can’t believe you guys thought I wouldn’t want to drink with you,” she said, grinning over at Crosshair, who grinned back at her.

            “I never had any doubt you would say yes,” he replied, taking the seat next to hers.

            “I also did not think there was much doubt,” said Tech.

            “Look, we just didn’t want you to feel obligated or uncomfortable,” said Hunter.

            “Jeez, if you didn’t want me to join in, you could’ve just said so, Hunter,” Poppy teased easily.

            “No, that’s not what I, we just, I just, look, if we had,” he spluttered incoherently while Poppy just laughed harder, Wrecker and Tech joining in her laughter. Even Crosshair gave a chuckle next to her, leaning back in his seat, perfectly relaxed. Finally, Hunter grinned reluctantly back at her. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m glad you’re part of our squad. We’re all glad.”

He filled each of their glasses with the sharp liquid, raised his own, and said “to Poppy joining us. Today was a hard day, but it’s always a good day when we all come back.”

Wrecker, Tech, and Crosshair each raised their glasses and joined Hunter in draining them. Poppy felt her throat tighten a bit, but cleared it and spoke to the table, “Thank you, truly. It means a lot for me to be here with you all.” In spite of herself she glanced sideways at Crosshair, and saw him watching her closely, a slight grin on his face.

“So are you gonna interview us next?” asked Wrecker.

“If you all would let me, yes, I’d like to hear your stories,” she responded.

“I’m up for it,” said Crosshair, surprising her.

“As am I,” Tech seconded. “I expect you to be as skilled as Ric. Though you already quite surpass him in the looks department.”

Poppy looked at him, eyes wide with shock, a slight smile on her mouth.

“Shut up, Tech,” growled Crosshair, chunking a toothpick in his direction across the table.

“It was an objective statement,” Tech replied with a sly smile in Crosshair’s direction.

“Well, thank you, Tech,” she replied, laughing again.

“That’s settled then. We’ll all do interviews,” said Hunter. “Who’s dealing first on Sabacc?”

Five rounds of Sabacc and several drinks later, and Poppy was feeling quite giggly. Crosshair had long since stretched his arm to rest across the back of her chair, and Tech had won the last three rounds of cards in a row, resulting in the current disagreement she was watching with entertainment across the table.

“You’re a cheater!” Wrecker was howling at Tech. “There’s no way you have luck that good!”

“Well, considering Sabacc is not a game of luck, but a game of skill, you are correct, I don’t have luck that good” Tech replied, pushing his goggles further up the bridge of his nose.

“You’ve won the last three hands!”

“And Crosshair won the two hands before that. Now accept the fact that I am superior at this pattern-recognition based game.”

“Deal again.”

The cards were dealt, the hands were shown, and to Poppy’s shock, she realized she had the winning hand.

“Haha, it’s me!” she said with glee, throwing down her cards triumphantly.

“This is not fair,” Wrecker muttered quietly. “I’m going to bed,” and he lumbered off down the hallway, one hand against the wall, steadying himself as he went.

“I also am going to sleep, as I should have won that hand, so I must be fairly intoxicated to have not noticed that pattern,” added Tech.

“I’m crashing too, I’m tired. I’ll see you guys in the morning,” said Hunter, and the two of them walked down the hall laughing and joking.

She looked sideways at Crosshair, suddenly aware of how alone the two of them were. She hadn’t expected this. She could see his high cheekbones up close, the thin lines of his tattoo etched around his eye. His shoulders were far broader than she had first realized, and his tall frame stretched out next to hers. If he’d wanted to, he could have easily pulled her onto his lap.

“Tech makes good liquor,” she said, to try and break the silence.

“Mmm, it is good,” Crosshair agreed, swirling some around his glass and throwing it back. “Although, I haven’t had a chance to try very many other kinds.”

“I remember this bar back on Coruscant that Ric and I used to go to,” she said. “When he got back from assignments, or you all came to Coruscant and he stopped to check in and work on our report together. The bar itself was pretty standard, except they had this one drink that they would bring to the table while it was on fire, and the flames were completely green. Ric was so brave. He would order it sometimes and he never seemed scared at all of getting burned when he drank it.” She let out a small smile and sighed deeply.

“I remember that,” said Crosshair.

“What?”

“I remember Ric telling me about those drinks, and about going to meet with you,” he said. “He always looked forward to it.”

“I felt like he was always looking forward to going off with you guys,” Poppy said, smiling at him. He met her eyes, smiling too, but there was a touch of sadness in it.

“What happened, with, you know, him,” she asked, hesitantly.

Crosshair took a deep sigh and looked away across the table, but did not withdraw his arm from where it still rested against the back of her chair.

“I, never mind, forget it, I’m sorry,” she muttered.

“We got a call to go out to the Pykes,” he said, still looking at the wall. She swiveled around in her chair to face him fully. “It wasn’t a normal mission. Normally, we get distress calls, like we did from General Kenobi. Pleas for help, requests for extraction, stealth missions, stuff like that. This was different. This came from very high up, a formal order.” He looked back at her, and she hardly dared to breathe as he continued. “I’m not positive who gave the order, but the mission directive was clear: go to the Pykes, eliminate their leaders, and extract a high value target.”

“Who could be that valuable?” she asked. “The Pykes are vicious. They’re ruthless. There’s a reason they’ve controlled the underworld for as long as they have.”

“I know, and that’s what we wondered too, but we went to Oba Diah like we were ordered.” He let out a deep sigh, and Poppy could feel his shoulders tense next to her. “Everything went according to plan when we got there. It almost went too smoothly. We got in without detection, made our way through to the Pykes prisoner block, and had almost made it to the cell door when they attacked. They came out from everywhere, we were outnumbered at least fifteen to one. It was almost like they knew we were coming and waited until they could corner us. All hell broke loose. We were getting shot at, both sides throwing grenades and yelling, smoke and fire everywhere. The Pykes weren’t going to let their prisoner go without a fight.” He glanced down, running a fingernail along the edge of the table.

 “I made my way up to a balcony so that I could have a decent vantage point to fire from, and Hunter, Wrecker, and Tech held our position. We had a chance, their line was breaking, and Ric ran for the cell door.” His voice shook slightly, and he took a steadying breath, gripping the table hard. “None of us told him to stop. We’d been in worse scrapes before, and we all thought he could make it. I was shooting down everyone in his path. He was almost to the door when one of them stepped out from behind cover. It was a stupid move for him to make, almost like he didn’t care if he died, but he aimed right at Ric and I aimed at him.” Poppy was holding her breath, not moving, watching the pain in his face show itself for the first time.

“He made his shot, and I missed.” He blew out a breath, looking up at the ceiling. “Ric got hit right in the middle of his back, and he was bleeding fast. I’ve never missed a shot in battle until that moment. My second shot got him, but it was too late.” He wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Wrecker grabbed Ric, another wave of reinforcements came in for the Pykes, and we had no choice but to get out of there. We were overwhelmed. We made it back to the ship, but barely, and we had to run. Hunter piloted so that Tech could work on him, but Ric died on the floor of the cargo hold. None of us could save him.”

At that moment Poppy became aware that there were tears running down her cheeks, not just at the loss of her friend, but at the pain and guilt the man sitting across from her was feeling. Hadn’t he told her before, on Kamino, that it was the sniper’s job to watch the entire squad from above and make sure no harm could come to them? Isn’t that what he had done their very first mission on Felucia, when he had fired a shot so close to her she’d smelled her burned hair? Hadn’t he mentioned to her that he had the highest accuracy rate of any known sniper in the galaxy?

Suddenly it all made sense to her. It was his job to protect the rest of the squad, when he could see the entire battle, and eliminate harm before it could ever reach them. No wonder that shot on Felucia had been so close-he had been worried about that droid getting to her, and her being unable to get away from it in time. And if he’d only missed that once, and had the highest accuracy in the galaxy, of course he felt such a personal responsibility for Ric’s death. He had failed in his responsibilities, just for a moment, and it had cost him one of the few friends he had. She wondered just how much he had suffered over this loss.

She put her hand in his, his large fingers closing around hers with a steady weight, and pulled his face to look at her with her other hand.

“It wasn’t your fault, Crosshair,” she whispered.

“How do you know?” he asked. “If I could have just made that shot. I should have made that shot.”

“It was the Pykes’ fault. Ric knew the risks. I know the risks. We’ve both accepted them. If it wasn’t one of the Pykes it could have been a Geonosian just as easily.”

He looked up at her.

“It wasn’t. Your. Fault.” She said again.

Slowly, he raised his free hand to gently stroke her cheek, careful not to scrape against her cut. She suddenly became aware of how close they were sitting to each other, nearly knee to knee, and her breath caught in her throat as her stomach swooped.

His hand moved around to the back of her head to tangle in her now-dry hair, and he slowly leaned forward, eyes on hers, almost testing to see if she was alright with this.

Just as slowly, hardly daring to breathe, she let him pull her closer, until their lips gently brushed.

It started unhurried, then, after a few seconds, she felt the kiss deepen as he pulled her more firmly toward him. It was like whiskey, like fire, it ignited her and lit her from the inside. She could feel his strong hands gripping her. She let him pull her closer, and pressed herself against him, her hands grasping his shoulders and pulling him nearer to deepen the kiss. They broke apart for a moment, his eyes searching hers, then crashed back together, a new urgency in both of them. Their lips parted, and he traced his tongue lightly across her bottom lip making her groan and pull him still closer.

As his tongue flicked over her lip again, she found herself sitting across his broad lap, both her legs straddling his, without realizing she had moved. He was so tall her feet no longer reached the floor while she was sitting on him. Her arms encircled his shoulders and she let her lips part, his tongue sweeping greedily in, the two of them locked together in a dance.

After several seconds they broke apart, both panting slightly. His fingers brushed her cheek again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for days,” he murmured against her mouth.

She blushed deeply, but remained silent, enjoying his words and the feeling of his lips on hers. Finally, he stood and pulled her to her feet, leading her down the hallway to where their bunks were. She leaned back against her door, looking up at him, and he rested his tall frame on his forearm against the door, caging her in with his presence. She had to stop herself from pressing against him again, wanting to feel what it would be like for her to be pinned between him and the wall. He smirked down at her as if he knew exactly what she wanted.

“Thank you for pulling the Geonosian off me,” she said.

“Thank you for not letting it strangle me,” he replied.

For a moment, they said nothing, just looked at one another. Then, his hand gripped her side, and he leaned in for another long, deep kiss. When they broke apart his hand lingered, a strong, warm weight, before he finally said, “goodnight, sweetheart. See you in the morning.” Then he stepped slowly back into his room, not taking his eyes off her until she had ducked into her own bunk.

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#star wars #oc x crosshair #the bad batch fanfiction #clone force 99 #clone trooper crosshair #tbb #bad batch crosshair #star wars fanfic #clone wars #crosshair tbb

[mittensmorgul]

The Winchesters 1.03, You’re Lost Little Girl

Rewatch notes, mostly for my own reference purposes. not entirely in chrono order of the episode, with many tangents and references to spn canon...

Poor little Twinkle Star, Carrie, having to grow up too quick and be a big girl. And her 12-year-old brother as her main caretaker (and as we’ll learn, Mary next door checking in on them when she can). At least she had the CB radio to talk to her momma while she was on the road. More than Sam and Dean ever got, from what we’ve seen.

(btw, love the anachronistic reference to Star Wars with the names Carrie and Ford, when Star Wars won’t come out for another five years...)

So her stuffed bunny Bernice is missing, and right when she wishes for it most, a weird sack appears on her floor, and she finds the bunny. But a truly horrific monster climbs out of the sack behind her and snatches her up.

So. This monster. Is it stealing these items to start with so that people will miss them, or is it truly opportunistically creating items (or otherwise magically manifesting them in response to people wishing for their lost items?), or does the mechanics of it even really matter? It’s got its whole creepy storage unit inside some sack pocket dimension. It reminds me of the Soul Eater from 11.16 in some ways, with its little pocket dimension where it pulls people’s souls to drain/feed on them until they disappear entirely. At least that part is a near identical concept, even if the mechanics are slightly different.

Dean’s narration is an attempt to murder me personally, about ending up lost without friends and family to help guide you. Like... Dean... baby... can I get you a hug...

FINALLY we learn what happened to Mary’s mom. Apparently Deanna has been out of touch, off on her own working with other hunters in... Minnesota... for at least a few months. And even that seems connected to the mysterious Maggie who died, whose death caused so many fractures for seemingly everyone they know. WHO IS MAGGIE?! WHAT HAPPENED THERE?! That feels... very important to the larger story of what’s going on here.

But I find it wild that Deanna has been completely out of touch with the family, almost like SHE IS MISSING TOO?!, and yet Mary is solely focused on finding Samuel. Which I think is something else to pay attention to. WHERE IS DEANNA?! If her other hunting friends haven’t seen her in several months either, I’m marking her down on the MISSING list, as well.

We have another incident of the SILENT TREATMENT. The whole gang does have a history of using it as a weapon, but heck. Mary wondering if Samuel is deliberately keeping her in the dark about his current hunt as a variation on the silent treatment, as a sort of punishment for their argument over her wanting to quit hunting. Lata tries to reframe it for Mary into something more positive, Mary considers it and dismisses it.

Lata suggests they go see a movie to take a break, john jumps at the offer, and mary’s like nah go see the omega man I got work to do. When I first watched, I wondered if there was an element of lata hoping John would go with her instead, but... I didn’t see it this time. I do think they would be cute together, though :’D

Ada is working through all her demon spell freewriting notes, and has a lead on maybe getting info about fixing the demon trap box. Obviously it can’t become a kill anything all the time device, so I still wonder if that thing has a cooldown period, or other limitations. Otherwise you don’t have a show, just feed every monster to the box and be done with it.

Carlos arrives with info about Mary’s missing neighbor, and she and John go to investigate while Mary makes Carlos go with Ada to track down the demon. Teamwork makes the dream work, etc. “Don’t go alone” is always good advice on this show, too.

Betty’s last name is Donelon. Missed that before. :”D John... is the absolute worst liar. We know he’s been dodging Betty since he got back, but you’d think he’d at least have thought up a better lie than “study group” and “community college” for what he’s been up to. I mean, even “dealing with family stuff” is a stronger lie than making up stuff that can be so easily disproven. Which makes me think about original canon, knowing the history of “the story became the story” and things John forced Dean to invent, or lies he demanded Dean convince Sam of for his own protection. Does John get to be a better liar with practice, or does he just pass off the creation of those stories to Dean to handle? John’s abject failure to lie smoothly here makes me think it’s the latter.

Betty is a good person, genuinely a good person, and she deserves better than his awful lies. But very much like Sam’s strategy later in life, John wants to keep her out of the Supernatural entirely, and will not tell her the truth about any of it. She better not end up dead because of that...

Ford tells Mary the truth of what he saw, things he didn’t tell the police, and Mary believes him (of course). She goes exploring in Carrie’s room with John, and he finds her CB. Mary has one too, but she used hers for different reasons-- on Samuel’s orders, listening for Hunter Code Words. I presume that’s the sort of scanning John used it for when Dean recalled him using one in 13.11. But Mary just liked listening to the truckers and imaging having “a normal life.” Like... long haul truckers was her exposure to “normal.” LOL at that, poor mary.

Mary, raised into hunting, never allowing HERSELF (though she blames her parents for it) to imagine a different life for herself outside of hunting, is only... sorta like Dean? We watched Dean HAVE a very different life from hunting, taking a year off at Sam’s dying wish, and then finally deciding that life wasn’t for him. Even in his supposed “living the dream” scenario of owning Rocky’s Bar, HE WAS STILL HUNTING. A big part of that recurring sequence was the fight scene. Like he could never be truly content completely out of the life either. “Settling down with someone, someone in the life” was the option we understood was Dean’s idea of happiness for a very long time. And I suspect Mary would be happy with that sort of balanced happiness in her life too, even if it becomes “I just want out, period.” I feel like she wants out from under Samuel’s rather authoritarian thumb more than she wants out of hunting, you know? Just like her friends expressed to her about her leadership style last week...

John’s the one who presses her to make a new list, of things she might like to do “when she quits hunting for good.” I don’t think he really understands... definitely not yet. He’s the one who was allowed to have other dreams as a kid (like Sam was...) and who’s just really learning about hunting now... about Saving People, etc.

Mary finds a bit of the sack, and we see inside, Carrie hidden beneath a mountain of stuffed animals, the monster closing in on her, and then backing off. Like it knows she’s there, and letting her be afraid for a while is part of its plans for her. Lata confirms this later, that it traps victims in a maze, then “plays with its food,” taunting them until it finally eats them.

Mary explains hex bags to John, and John explains to Ford that they’re for “luck,” rather than “to ward off malicious spirits” like mary told him. So he CAN lie effectively, but I guess only to kids? LOL.

Ford demands he be allowed to help find his sister, because he blames himself for losing her. Mary tells him he can help by staying safe, and Ford proves he’s not dumb, insisting the thing he saw take Carrie was real. Mary doesn’t even attempt to lie to him, just tells him what they know, but in 12-year-old kid terms. There’s shades of Dean attempting to tell a kid version of the truth to Jesse the Antichrist back in 5.06. 

On their stakeout, Ada is intently focused on a bonsai tree and some sort of spellcraft, trimming the tree like her life depended on it, Carlos is in raptures over Rockin Roxy and her pirate radio station. In his boredom, they both somehow missed the demon sneaking up on them. I still love Carlos’ holy water pistol :’D And it’s good to know this demon is powerful enough that he’s not really bothered by it. Ada wants to keep him trapped so they can chat before they report back to the others. And I’m thinking this is why she rolled her eyes when Mary insisted Carlos go with her. She was hoping to do this on the DL.

Mary and her suspicion about two Wayward Monsters in two weeks... obscure hag from Columbia, now obscure North Indian bag freak... and suddenly this feels like the plot to the first 2/3 of s6. Where ARE all these obscure monsters coming from. Kinda wondering if we’re gonna see a lamia or an okami next... Is this a side effect of the Akrida? Possibly connected to the weird pink energy she’s pulling from all the vanquished monsters? And her “siren” pirate radio persona of Rockin Roxy? Is that the beacon drawing the monsters in somehow?

We learn Lata’s parents are both dead, a long time ago. She contacts other people “back home” to ask what they might know about escaping and/or destroying the monster. So at least she’s got a lead.

And Ford is also listening to Rockin Roxy when the monster comes for him at Mary’s house. I sense a theme here... But poor Ford, nobody bothered to explain to him that even the porch is beyond the protective zone of the magic spells. He could’ve called Mary for help here, but there’s also a little Dean-esque guilt infusing this boy, and personal responsibility to save his little sister he was charged with protecting. The sack spits out his sister’s Twinkle Star barrette, Ford can’t resist picking it up, and he’s snatched too.

Mary and John arrive back with cheeseburgers (!). So they search the house to no avail. Betty arrives to check up on Ford, and she’s let her hair down. But she’s surprised to find John there, and he gets to prove just how bad a liar he is... Mary finds the open back door, and another scrap of sack. 

John in roundabout way basically tells Betty that it’s over between them. She’d been expecting to “talk” about their relationship when he got back, and John’s just... moved on, which kinda surprises Betty, but she handles it like a champ. She’s such a good person I need to reiterate nothing bad better happen to her.

Also, John’s jacket sleeves. He’s like Sam, needs to find a tall dude shop so he can get his wrists covered lolololol.

But that distraction was just long enough for Mary to make her choice to throw herself at the monster, too. She’s next door where John can’t stop her in time, calling him over the radio. She tells him her plan, and he begs her not to. It’s clear how attached he’s become to her, if not as a True Love situation, at least as a redemption symbol for himself. He’s hitched his wagon to her mission as a way to redeem his personal lost legacy too, but he can help her save HER father even when he was unable to save his own, as well. He has a LOT riding on her, not even counting the whole Destiny™ nonsense they get wrapped up in from SPN canon.

She pushes John to take care of business, to find a way to get her back out again, and she’ll handle the rest. There’s a lot of tangled emotion here. She’s pulling a Classic Dean Move, but she’s also latched on to John as Someone Who Finds Things™. And he DOES. But finding her SPECIFICALLY?! What better person to have gone on the insane revenge mission John takes upon himself after Mary’s death. He can’t find her anymore, but he’s driven to find the thing that killed her, right? This feels like the seeds of that mission.

John figures out where she is, runs next door and arrives just in time to catch the bag writhing on the floor. He has a mission, though. Mary will protect the kids until John can figure how to save them. But she’s got her Dad’s Indiana Jones hat, and runs off to protect at the sound of a scream.

(what’s with the weird jensen ackles face in the room mary wakes up, which looks a lot like a weird closet filled with dress up clothes... my “the bunker has a secret wardrobe room that Dean has fully stocked” headcanon rides again)

Back to Ada and Carlos, and the demon now trapped in a salt circle. She taunts the demon as she prepares a spell, and he taunts her back that she couldn’t pull it off, reminder that she was possessed by his “buddy” for a while and they apparently had chats about Ada... but Ada has the upper hand (the one about to bleed the one drop of blood and trap him in a bonsai tree forever). He breaks.

He doesn’t really know very much, escaped hell, made a deal with the Akrida who’s possessing a human, but there are too many of them to be stopped. And he doesn’t know anything else, so Ada traps him in the bonsai so he can’t go back to hell and tell the rest of the demons what they’re up to, and they’ll have him contained in case they need to ask him anything else. Smart, honestly.

John pleads with Lata. He wants to go after mary, into the sack. She tells him no. He tells her that Hunting, the life he’s just learning about now, is the first thing that’s ever made sense to him, and none of that works without Mary. Lata agrees to take one more shot, contacting a mystery person who might not even want to talk to her... what deep backstory lurks in there, Lata? She contacts the mystery person who DOES give her helpful info, but she ends the call with something like “Tell Mom I’m safe, that’s all she needs to know.” So is her mother NOT dead? Are her parents in hiding? Are they hunters, too? Is she referring to an adoptive mother and not her actual mom? WHO ARE YOU, LATA?!

Carrie and Ford run for their lives from the monster still in Torment His Food Mode, when Mary finds them and chops it to bits. They run for it when the monster reconstitutes, and hide in a storage room filled with zippo lighters-- such an important item for hunters everywhere!

They know how to defeat the thing, but the only way to save people inside the sack already is for them to willingly let go of their beloved item that’s holding them there. Which is nine kinds of awful thinking about 15.18, isn’t it?

John realizes he doesn’t even have to go into the sack to get this info to Mary, though. If the monster has a CB radio in its collection, she might hear him through that. She does. But the radio is in another cubicle filled with sound equipment. John tells them how to get out, and Mary thinks she’s in for an ordeal getting Carrie to give up her beloved bunny, but she’s already pulling it apart when Mary turns back to her. Ford follows suit, snapping the barrette in half. They zap out, leaving Mary to deal with letting go of Samuel’s hat.

Mary can’t get the hat to burn. The fire just curves around the brim, like it’s her will controling the flame. Like humans control our own destiny (hur hur hur). She isn’t willingly letting go of what the hat represents-- not just her missing father, but what comes next for her once she does find him. John frames at as her being willing to let go of hunting, and her identity as a hunter, but again, I think it’s a lot more complex than that. 

She’s committed to quitting hunting once she finds her dad, but also says, “Hunting is all I have.” And like.. that’s not even remotely true. She has her family, her friends, everything she’s learned, too. But it’s about her identity, the fact she doesn’t know who she is if she’s not hunting (which is something I don’t think she even figured out after her return in s12, either... but I think we’re gonna learn who she is right alongside her now).

John spent his entire life looking for his dad (going as far as enlisting in the marines to fight in Vietnam before coming home to find a lead from a mysterious vanishing stranger and a key that literally led him right to Mary...). And he WANTS to keep hunting, he’s identifying with it! Thinks it’s his future, even if Mary wants out! John tells her she doesn’t have to figure it all out right now, but just to be open to figuring it out. As the monster crawls under the door and closes in on Mary, she lets go. Almost like she’s surrendering CONTROL over her life just a little bit, and the hat burns.

The monster crawls out of the sack in reality, Lata shoves it, John kills it, and Carrie stomps it with “STUPID MONSTER.”

The kids are reunited with their mom, Betty is back to close the case, with her hair back up again. She returns an engagement ring he’d given her a long time ago, when they were too young. They won’t get a happy ending together, but she wants to be friends. She cares about John. PROTECT HER.

Mary tries to thank John for helping her, but he won’t hear it. “You did the hard part.” Mary says she’s taking a break, at least for a night, and then... punches John in the shoulder like a good pal and goes off to the movies alone. To see The Omega Man (which Dean referenced in 2.09 Croatoan). She’s a dime short at the ticket window, and a man behind her offers to cover it. For a second, I thought it was John, but it’s just Random Guy Who Likes Seeing Movies Alone, and offers to see this one “alone, together.” So Mary has a weird date with Not-John.

Meanwhile, John is back at Monster Clubhouse having a drink with Lata, and he’s being just as supportive of her as he was of Mary. <3 Lata reminds him of the two rare monsters in a row, that it must be connected. When Carlos and Ada return and tell them yes, through the Akrida, who’s impersonating a human woman and is powerful enough to terrify demons.

Who is she? We cut to Rockin Roxy, guaranteed to bring the rarest hellraisers from near and far... lolol anvils much? The spooky sound? Percy Sledge.

MONTAGE!

John starts to burn the monster bag, but walks away before it’s done and an akrida comes in and takes it. Mary leaves the theater with her new friend and there are SO many lens flares. So many.

I do not claim to be good at screenshots.

We see Ada angrily pulling a bit off her bonsai demon while Carlos watches from the other room, concerned. Lata looks at the old timey phone, like she’s upset about something.

And we see the Akrida buglet deliver the bag to Roxy, who pulls another flask worth of shiny red/pink energy from it, like she did from last week’s monster. I think she’s luring the monsters to Lawrence, using the Monster Club to take care of them for her, and then harvesting their energy for her own purposes. But what are her purposes? Building a weapon, integrating herself into this world, other magical purposes? To be determined...

#the winchesters #spnwin s1 spoilers #spnwin 1.03 #spnwin s1 rewatch notes

[sinsofazeroth]

Dead End Rot

Summary: Lydia simply wants to live her life in the house she always wanted. However, her aunt keeps pestering her to pay off her house with a price that's impossible for Lydia to afford. Luckily she finds a strange, mangled creature in the property's garage who offers her a bargain she accepts, for better or for worse. Tags: horror, thriller, creature-feature Warnings: animal death, graphic description of corpses and various stages of decomposition Rating: mature

Chapter 1 - Roadkill

“Need… more…”

His voice has grown even weaker.

“...will… perish…”

Dead, glossed over eyes stare at her. She feels herself shaking.

“I know, I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you anything lately, but I’m here now.”

Her voice surprises her, as somehow she manages to keep it from shaking along with the rest of her body. Must be getting used to it.

She opens the bag and reaches inside, pulling out a handful of dead insects.

“Here. I know it’s not that much, but it’s all I can give you right now.”

Slowly she moves her hand towards the rotting creature in front of her. He’s been looking worse and worse the past weeks…

What once looked like a mangy dog is now a mess of rotting fur, flesh and bones. His lower half has completely rotted away from his torso, leaving his splintered spine and ribs exposed. There were no noticeable organs left at this point. It was all just one big mess of fluids and hair.

With her other hand she gently lifts the creature’s head from the cold garage floor. He takes that chance and gobbles up the insects, leaving not a single crumb.

“Not… enough…”

“I know, I know,” the woman sighs.

“...more… blood… more… blood…”

She ignores his mumblings, getting up to leave the garage where she first found him about three months ago. Without hesitation she closes the large gate and seals it shut, the creature’s demands still ringing out to her.

After locking up she leans against the gate and sighs deeply once again.

“How the hell am I gonna keep him fed…” she thinks out loud. “Guess I really have to go and look for roadkill. Oh well, better be seen as a public weirdo than become a half-rotten corpse in a garage,” her thought continues.

Suddenly she hears a phone ring. She hastily enters the house, stumbling over a few moving boxes in the process.

“Dammit, why haven’t I cleaned all this up yet,” she scolds herself.

With quite a bit of stretching she finally reaches the phone and answers it.

“Hello?”

“Lydia, dear! How are you? I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for days now!”

“Oh, mom? God, I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy looking for a job and keeping… other things in order.”

“It’s alright, dear. Say, have you found work yet? I really don’t want to pressure you but your aunt really wants the payment for the house soon, you know how she gets…”

“Riiiight, about that…”

Lydia rolls her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘I really don’t want to pressure you’ yeah right, go suck that witch off even more, would you, she thinks.

“Just mail me the check as soon as you can, yes? Love you, dear! And please try to call more often. Your father and I are quite worried, you know?”

“Will do, mom. Gotta go now, bye.”

Without hearing her mother’s goodbye Lydia ends the call and puts the phone back in its charging station.

“Fucking bitch,” she mumbles. “If she wants my money so badly why doesn’t she call me herself?”

Lydia briefly sits down on a chair and rubs her temples.

“Oh, right. The fucking roadkill.”

She hastily stands up and hurries back out of the house, into her car. The engine starts and she drives off. The day before she already scouted out places with the most cases of roadkill and marked them on a map.

“‘Kay, let’s get to it, then. Wonder how many weirdos are gonna stare at me for picking up the roadkill,” Lydia chuckles slightly. “Not like anyone else does it around here, geez.”

A few minutes later she arrives at the first location marked on her map. She slows down the car in order to get a proper view of the road.

“Aha, got one!”

Lydia pulls over and gets out of the vehicle. Just off the side of the road lies a horribly mangled corpse.

“Hmm, must have been a raccoon or something. Poor thing. But don’t worry, you’re not gonna go to waste like that, little buddy.”

The woman takes out a black trash bag from the back seat of her car and scoops up the unfortunate animal. Just as she wanted to throw the bag back into the car, she grits her teeth and tilts her head.

“Great. Why now of all times?”

Another car drives by her. The driver seems to be extra curious as they slow down to properly stare at Lydia.

“Just please keep driving…”

The driver stops.

“Fuck me.”

A man steps out of the jet black vehicle. He quickly fixes his suit jacket and hesitantly walks towards Lydia.

“What are you doing here? What’s in that bag?” He inquires.

Lydia raises an eyebrow.

“Uh… roadkill?” She answers.

“Why do you need roadkill?” The man continues.

“None of your business, chap,” Lydia snarls at him.

“Well, I mean,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I do appreciate that at least someone is getting those poor things off the roads. There’s just so many of ‘em, it’s pretty disturbing to drive along these parts seeing those critters smashed and broken left and right…”

“A-ha?” Lydia gives the man a confused look, raising her brow even further.

“Truth is, I picked up a few of them on my way to work earlier, but don’t really know where to put them. Would be a bit weird to just throw ‘em onto the compost in my yard. I got nosy neighbours, you know,” he gives the woman a sheepish smile.

Lydia’s face lights up.

“Now look at that, must be my lucky fucking day!”

The man seems to be slightly taken aback by her sudden statement. He begins to walk around to his car’s trunk.

Inside are two more black trash bags, presumably filled with even more roadkill. Lydia flashes a smug smirk. Jackpot!

“Yeah, so, I got my ways of putting those rascals to use. I can take care of that, no problem!” She exclaimed.

“Thank you, really. I have to get to work now, but if we meet again, I owe you one!” The man gave Lydia a warm smile. She shuddered slightly.

With two more bags of dead animals in tow she returns to her house. She opens the trunk and hoists the bags out with a groan.

“Hey, I got some great stuff for you today!” She shouts towards the sealed garage gate. Lydia sets the bags down and looks through her keys to undo the locks.

She opens the gate.

The stench is so much worse now. It’s been pretty warm lately so the decomposition is accelerated greatly. Lydia frowns at the surefire possibility of her ending up in the same position as the creature if she doesn’t get him what he needs, stat.

Hoisting the bags inside she already hears his laboured breathing.

“...”

“Cat got your tongue?”

He remains silent. Unusually silent.

A horrid, guttural growl suddenly shakes her to her very core.

“Shit, shit, shit…” she repeats in her thoughts, over and over.

Lydia hurries over to the broken creature, bags in tow. Hastily, she rips them open and dumps the horrid remains of those animals onto the floor. An uncomfortable amount of bodily fluids spreads out around Lydia’s feet.

Another growl, followed by wet smacking sounds.

She sighs in relief.

After a few minutes the creature has consumed all the woman brought him. He growls in content.

“I am again strong enough to speak. You do well, human.”

His rough, guttural voice rings out.

Lydia looks to the ground. All those nasty fluids are getting drawn to the creature, like he’s a sponge absorbing it all at once.

“I grow impatient, Lydia.”

She jerks, affixing her eyes back to him. It feels like she’s frozen in place.

“I need more sacrifices. Bigger sacrifices. I am still far from whole. I do hope you remember our bargain, Lydia.”

Lydia swallows.

“Of course…” she answers sheepishly.

Three months ago they had indeed struck a bargain. Lydia is to bring him sustenance in order to rebuild his terribly broken body. In exchange he will grant her the money she needs to pay off her aunt for the house she so desperately wanted. If she’s to break the bargain, however, he’s going to consume her instead, leaving the woman in the state he is in now, rotting, waiting for someone, anyone to come by and agree to strike a bargain with her.

Mustering him intently Lydia notices that the beast’s body has barely mended at all, though he is able to move more now. With each movement of his head however, his spine and facial bones make these harrowing cracking noises, like wood being strained until it’s about ready to break. It makes her sick to imagine herself in that same position.

“I’ll give you a week, Lydia.” The creature speaks again, accompanied by the cracking of his mangled bones.

Like an ice cold hand a shudder crawls up and down Lydia’s back and neck at those words. She merely nods in response, picks up the bags and leaves the garage, making sure to seal it extra tight this time.

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[thedianadiary]

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Have you ever cheated at a card game? i don’t think so? i mean i would feel too guilty lol Tell me what colors you’re wearing right now? i have on a pair of black sweatpants and a long sleeved tiedye shirt.  Have you ever wandered around drunk with your friend? lol yes... though not often. Are you longing for the day that you’ll be an adult? (If you’re not already) i mean i am an adult but im not feeling like it. ugh.

Are you a fast runner? hahaha nope. i hate running. What’s something you’ve vowed to never eat? i wouldnt vow against something i just feel like theres stuff i wouldnt desire eating lol Do you have a “poker face”? probably not. my dimples betray me every time Are you good at holding back your laughter if needed? in serious settings yes but like if the right people are around me, no. i cant. Do any of your friends shamelessly burp or fart in public? ugh. burpers. some of my biggest pet peeves are like poor manners: burping, farting, open mouth yawning (not covering your mouth), eating with mouth open, etc.  When was the last time you had a good cry? its been a long time but man i could probably go for it lol Has anyone ever told you they wanted to marry you? yes. a couple people. Have you ever had a “thumb war” with someone? heckn yea. i love a good thumb war. Have you ever been so unfortunate to suffer from a hangover? no, honestly. Time goes by faster as you get older, don’t you find? pretty much Have you ever had a panic attack? yes.  Are you deathly allergic to anything? no. i am regularly allergic to gluten, dairy, and dust lol Have you ever had a mouse in your house? yes, being that we live next to a forest preserve. but benny takes care of it and its been a whiiiiiiiiile since then. Do you know what you want for your dream house? yes. feels unobtainable lol. Have you ever seen the movie the Notebook? yes If you download torrents, what torrent program do you use? i dont honestly know what that really is. Do you know anyone who DOESN’T have an ex? yup! Are you able to count to ten in another language? yup! Is there something you know you have to do, but haven’t done it yet? yes but ive been trying! Can you sing? i wish, but no Have you ever read “Gone With the Wind”? no, the movie alone was a little much for me.  Are your eyebrows naturally thick? looooool no. my eyebrows if i dont fill them in are sparse and very blonde.  Have you ever attempted to cut your own hair? yup. all the time. i dont get in-person cuts lately because i dont really know how to handle the tumor on my head with another person touching it. Has speaking in front of people ever made you sick? no. unless they are being extremely confrontational and angry.  Have you ever wanted to tell someone how you felt, but never did? on a very, very small handful of times. i don’t really have much of a problem with telling someone how im feeling.

What was the last movie that made you teary-eyed? oh gosh there are plenty. honestly, im really due for a ps i love you movie night. Do you check your email daily? no i definitely do not. i need to do better about it.  Have you ever breathed in helium? um yes what child did not Do you try to be confident and positive about your future? i always try to be hopeful and positive When was the last time you felt disappointed in yourself? yes. Have you ever owned a garden? nope  Who was the last person to text you? K Have you had two friends that absolutely hated each other? yes lol Do you ever find yourself trying to be the referee amongst your friends? no, not anymore. i shut that down when it comes up.  Has a laptop ever burned your legs? yes but not like leaving a mark kind of burn.  Do you know anyone who has a scar through their eyebrow? yup Who was the last person to flip you off? idk, probably nathan Are you doing anything the day after tomorrow? uhhhh ok so tuesday. possibly. tentative.  Anyone’s birthday coming up soon? ok lemme think... no more in april. none in may. june is Duke’s first bday! then july is full of them. Would you ever wear fake eyelashes? its fun when they are super small. but not easy to put on.  Do you make the effort to smile at people? i naturally do.  Are you good at following directions? yup Have you ever just screamed really loud in an attempt to feel better? yes from time to time.  Are you in any way, still a child at heart? haha yes the eternal optimist. Quality triumphs over quantity, correct? yes. until money HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA im so broke. Have you ever danced when there was no music playing? every day.  Do you have someone that you can just act a fool with and not care? em and mom. K but he doesnt get to see all my crazy cus hes a zillion miles away. honestly most people i can be a goof with. From where you’re sitting, can you touch a wall? yes Have you received a text today that made you go “wtf”? lol yes When at a restaurant, do you put your napkin on your lap? yes I do Are you even feeling the least bit tired? im exhausted but not sleepy yet. Is there currently any caffeine or alcohol in your system? nope Do you prefer electric or manual pencil sharpeners? electric but i dont have one.  Are your biceps at all noticeable? haha no! Have you ever seen a walrus? yes When it comes to dropping food, do you believe in the 10 second rule? nope it grosses me out lol If given the opportunity, would you ride on a camel? no i dont think so Do you believe that cellphones actually do cause cancer? would it surprise me? no. When people you know cry, does it make you feel like crying too? no, not usually. i get a bit sympathetic but i dont cry too often Were you single last Valentine’s Day? no Do you tend to jump to conclusions? sometimes i do Are you good at remembering your friends’ birthdays? yes Is there something you need to do, that you’re trying to avoid doing? yes lol