#as an aside the 2nd gif turned out so nice

[s-lycopersicum]

#watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #claire francois #rae taylor #wataoshi #gif #gifset #as an aside the 2nd gif turned out so nice #i like perfect loops

[mariariley]

Simon Riley x reader

⋆✮⋆ relationship headcanons ⋆✮⋆

2nd person

female reader

NSFW warning

Word count: 1.4k

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I edited this one a little too many times 😭 added bunch of stuff so I’m sorry for the reblogs that aren’t getting the updates

Let’s be honest, it would be a hell of a journey to get with this man

At first, he wouldn’t be interested in you at all

It takes a lot of patience to actually make some kind of bond with him that isn’t merely because you’re a teammate or whatever you imagine in your CoD AU

If you’re patient and stubborn enough, you might get somewhere

If you treat him right, take it easy with him, prove yourself worthy and convince him you genuinely care, it’s a bingo

It might seem like you’re taming a wild animal but it really isn’t. Considering he’s a soldier preoccupied with duty, there’s no room for emotions

Or at least no room for emotions until he learns how to control them and put them aside when it’s mandatory which would take a while

That’s why he’d be slowly letting you in, step by step you’d notice he’d talk with you more and wish to spend more time with you

He wouldn’t tell you any of that though. He’d express that physically in a way - sit closer to you, stand closer to you (giving off protective vibes), stare at you

The staring part might seem a little unnerving but it’s just his way of admiring you from afar considering he can’t admire you up close (yet)

The situationship would go on and on as he’d slowly make room for you

When he finally makes sure the special little warm place for you in his cold heart is completely ready, he’d let you in

The moment you’d officially click would be spontaneous, you probably wouldn’t expect it. You’d be alone, probably just enjoying the peace with a TV on when he’d casually wrap his arm around your shoulder

He’d make a small talk, probably end up flattering you with a cheeky comment or make you giggle with a dad joke

For the first time he’d let you touch him. He’d let you sneak your hand underneath his mask and slightly lift it, merely to reveal his mouth

He wouldn’t hesitate another moment because he’d be tired of hesitation. You’d be surprised how gentle he is, how soft his kisses are and how careful he is with his hands

He isn’t into PDA so the crew would have to figure it out on its own

As your significant other he’d be ready to lay his life down for you. He’s extremely overprotective and would get jealous

At times it wouldn’t seem as healthy but if you’re good at communicating there shouldn’t be a problem with dealing with any setbacks

He loves pampering you, treating you like a princess, giving you everything he’s never had

He's a man of few words so his love language is mostly physical touch. It’s hard for him to choose which part of your body is his favorite because he loves holding all of you like a plushy toy

But if he really had to choose it would probably be your face and torso, his favorite parts to kiss, as well as your collarbone (has a thing for necklaces)

His sex drive isn’t high and it would take a lot of time to get fully intimate with him

First he’d spontaneously test your boundaries, make sure what you’re comfortable with and what not

Your first intimate session he’d take nice and easy. He’d realize how good you make him feel in every aspect. It would turn out to be very passionate, slow and intense

Every next time would be better than the previous one. You’d explore each other and experiment together and actually start doing it more and more frequently

You’d hear him praise you and dirty talk here and there. For example “You can take it luv”, “Do it for me sweethear’”, “There’s a good gal”

And when he’d make you squirt or when he’d want you to cum again: “Do it again for me”, “You can do it”, “Just one more time luv, do it for me princess”

He’s okay with oral but definitely prefers the real deal. He also prefers doing it inside, in complete privacy where he can cherish you properly

His favorite positions are the classic missionary, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and even then he’d tell you to look at him over your shoulder because he prefers looking at your beautiful face

He loves holding your hand while thrusting deep inside of you, going slow with a perfect amount of roughness, stretching your walls. There’s something about this edging pace that makes his ears rumble in pleasure

Isn’t that vocal, mostly just grunts and groans and heavily breathes

Is a dom but not an aggressive one. Never.

He’d use classic nicknames such as “love”, “darling” but also “sweetheart”, “sweets”, “doll”, “princess”

You’re probably the only one he enjoys hearing Simon from. He loves when you call him by his real name

If English isn’t your first language and if you have an accent, he would love it. He’d tell you how adorable it is if you’re insecure about it

Fantasizes about moving with you to Manchester and owning a dog. He isn’t a family man, he doesn’t want kids

Loves when you admire his tattoos and touch his face. He’d always guide your hands to his face. He loves when you kiss his scars (and loves kissing yours if you have any, as well as beauty marks)

Loves to hold your hands and admire your nails if you like them painted and/or long (loves when you give him gentle scratches with them, especially his arms and back), perhaps has a tiny size kink

Loves your scent and your perfumes it you wear any, hence he loves when you wear his clothes

Takes his mask off when sleeping but only when it’s pitch black. Here’s a fluff oneshot I wrote about it

Fun fact: blud is not a morning person when he’s not on duty. It’s hell to get him out of bed

He sleeps none to lightly and wakes up when you make the smallest shuffle, checking on you and always making sure you’re nicely tucked in

He can neglect himself really badly and I’m talking hygiene and clothes. Not taking care of himself is a bad habit of his. For example he wouldn’t shave his beard for a long time, shower, wash his clothes etc

You reminding him to do such things can be annoying but if you do it in a peaceful suggestive manner there won’t be any escalations. He’d admit and probably call himself a dirty pig before finally putting his dirty socks and underwear in the washing machine and finally showering

He drinks. Bourbon is his favorite and he can consume too much at times. He’d reassure you he can control himself but sometimes he can get a little tipsy. He isn’t an alcoholic but the amount he drinks at times can worry you

He smokes too, often stinks of nicotine

Loves when you brush your teeth together

Also loves to watch you do your morning and night routines

Has a thing when you cook for him. Loves everything you make in the kitchen but he’s always the one making tea, no exceptions

Also has a thing to tickle you with his spiky beard when he doesn’t shave

He's a cheeky bastard, his sarcasm always on point. Loves making dad jokes and has a dark humor

Knows a lot of tricks e.g. with cards and that penny behind your ear trick. When you’d ask him to show you how he does it, he’d claim it’s “real magic”

Loves playing poker with his crew. Him trying to explain the rules to you is hilarious though because you probably wouldn’t understand anything. He’s rough on teaching

He’d love keeping you on his lap while playing poker with the crew along with a glass of strong bourbon, claiming you’re “his little helper/assistant”

Another fun fact: blud does not own enough clothes. You would have to go shopping with him which he hates

He would never open up about what he’s been through. He doesn’t want to traumatize you or ruin the picture you have of him. Or at least that’s just his fear. Only fear, to disappoint you and lose you

Though he would tell you about some missions and battles if you’re really interested. He’d tell you about his scars, where, when and how he got them. Some he’d skip because they connect to a part of his life he doesn’t want to talk about

What a journey to win Simon’s trust ey? Well he still can’t be surprised if one day something pulls you apart. Nevertheless he truly hopes it doesn’t

He wouldn’t want this to end, ever. He found his happy place and that’s you

Dividers belong to @firefly-graphics 🖤

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #cod ghost #simon riley mw2 #ghost mwii #simon riley x reader #cod simon riley #cod simon ghost riley #call of duty headcanons #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x you #simon riley smut

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Bubz's Slasher Fictober: Day 2 Thomas Hewitt (Apple Cider)

Welcome to day 2! I hope you all enjoyed day one and as previously probably assumed this one will be going up on October 2nd.

Notes: Minors DNI, Gender Neutral Reader, No specific pronouns used except "You"

It had been nearly 2 years since you had found yourself at the Hewitt farm, When the small town had gone to hell after the meat packing plant shut down Luda Mae knowing you had nowhere to go offered to let you stay with her and her sons Tommy and Charlie or as he demanded to be called Hoytt and uncle Monty.

A year after you had found yourself at the farm was when the family decided to start looking at more "Unethical" ways of putting food on the table. Luda took you aside and explained to you why this was something that was in the best interest of the family, especially Tommy.

You fell into the ways of the family rather quick. Your role was the friendly face that would lure unsuspecting travelers back to the house where Tommy and Hoytt would be waiting to put meat on the table. This went on for many months like clock work every time someone would role into town. Until one was too smart for your liking.

The day started off as any, You left the Hewitt house and went down to the gas station to man your post. It was about noon when a car containing only one man pulled up, you watched from behind the counter over top of your magazine as he got out and entered the station.

"Well hello their darlin'" The man greeted. You held back an eyeroll at the flirting.

"Hi there! Can I help you sir?" You turned on your best customer service voice. The mans smile widened.

"Well now that you mention it, My car started to give me some trouble about a mile or so back and I was wonderin' if you had anyone here who could look at it?" He asked, Bingo you thought.

"Yes! actually my uncle back at the house can look at it, if you want I can point you in the right direction?" You saw the strangers face hardened for a moment before softening again.

"That would be good darlin', thank you" He said, You shot him a fake smile as you rounded the corner of the register counter to follow him outside. You were in front of him almost to his car when you heard a familiar sound behind you, you turned to look back at him and noticed the gun immediately.

"Now darlin' if you cooperate with me nicely and help me out no one's gonna get hurt ok?" Stiff with shock you willed your head to nod. He motioned for you to climb into his car and you followed willingly. Even though he had the upper hand you knew who was waiting back at the house for you so you gladly led the unsuspecting fool back to the Hewitt house.

You knew uncle Monty was probably asleep in his room while some old movie blared on his tv, and Luda Mae was out for the day visiting her friend the tea lady so all you had to worry about was Hoytt and Tommy. You lead the man up the old porch stairs as he held the gun to you, You made sure to knock on the door 3 times before opening. It was the code you had made to alert the family of danger and you knew Hoytt and Tommy were jumping into action.

"You know it's not to late to change your mind on this" You spoke to the man as you stood in the kitchen with him still standing behind you. He scoffed.

"And why would I do that?" The man sneered, you could feel barrel of the gun pressing into the back of your skull.

"Because if you don't, you're going to regret it" You said matter of fact as the kitchen was suddenly overtaken by the sound of a chainsaw revving up.

When Thomas burst through the old kitchen door the man was too shocked to move the gun quick enough. The chainsaw came down on his arm holding the gun as you quickly side stepped out of the way but not before grabbing the gun from the man.

He screamed and swore at Thomas, not that much could be heard over the chainsaw.

The chainsaw came down once more this time on the man's chest, silencing him for good. Once the man slumped into a pile on the kitchen floor the chainsaw was turned off.

You turned to Thomas and smiled up at the behemoth of a man.

"Thank you darling, You're so good at keeping me safe" You praised knowing Tommy would eat it up. You saw his eyes lighten through his mask as his free hand came up to caress your cheek, the nervousness of him possibly losing you slowly leaving his body.

"Goddammit boy! Look at the mess you made of the kitchen!" The moment was interrupted by Hoytt finally stepping in to see what the commotion was, he looked at the two of you.

"You damn kids better have this shit cleaned up and spotless before mama gets home! You know how she hates her kitchen messy" he said grabbing a beer from the fridge then heading back into the living room. You rolled your eyed and groaned.

"He's right for once Thomas, We don't need to let mama see this" Thomas nodded and set the chainsaw on the table, Looks like you and Thomas would have to wait till after dinner.

#slasher fandom #slasher x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #Fictober #Halloween

[mariacrow]

HIII! It's so nice to find someone who also enjoys bayverse! If I may, could I request bayverse bumblebee fluff between the events of dotm and aoe, where bumblebee and reader are taking a break from running to stargaze? Poor thing seems so stressed to the point there's no bubbly cheer in the 4th movie

Maybe you could sprinkle in a little angst in which cybertron is mentioned and bee points out its approximate location in the sky? Have a wonderful day/night!

Coming right up ;)

❁ Bumblebee x reader ❁

2nd person

female reader

fluff

takes place between Transformers: Dark of the Moon and Transformers: Age of Extinction

stargazing, cuddling, comfort, reassurance

It’s been a few months since Sentinel and Megatron have been defeated. Everyone is just.. so tired of everything. Running, fighting, dealing with everything all over again. It’s a never ending loop. You’ve also noticed Bumblebee seems a bit down lately… As if that happy bumblebee inside of him stopped buzzing…

Tonight he decided to stay with you, in your garage. He wouldn’t come out though. Usually he’d have fun in your backyard, make some mess on accident, tap your bedroom window and try to come in through the backyard door.

You decided to check on him. You opened the backyard garage door.

“Bee…?”

He let out a low buzz.

“Hey…” you warmly smiled at him and approached, giving his hood a gentle pat, “You okay there…?”

He was silent for a couple of seconds, then he carefully transformed, supporting himself with his knee as he was leaning closer to you.

Standing in front of him, you cupped his faceplate with both of your hands, lovingly looking into his beautiful, shining blue orbs. He sunk into your tender touch, closing his optics… Your heart ached for him but you didn’t let that warm smile leave your face.

“Resting, huh?” you spoke to him softly, your voice like the sweetest honey dripping from your mouth.

He opened his optics, looking at you like a sad puppy… He nodded.

“Come on out. The sky is beautiful tonight.” you stepped aside.

His spark warmed up as he carefully got out, walking farther into your backyard, looking up. He happily buzzed as he slowly sat down on the soft grass, touching it a little.

He then looked at you and let you climb on his servo. He brought you closer to his face and let you sit on his chassis. He kept his servo gently wrapped around you, just in case. You were gently holding onto his index digit while looking up at the starry sky.

“Do you ever wonder how many lives are out there, similar to us? What we’re looking at now is an endless space… Technically, we all share the same sky.” you smiled, “I think that’s beautiful… and unsettling.” you chuckled.

You gave him an idea. He pointed at Venus.

“Yeah, that’s planet Venus.” you smiled.

He lifted his other arm closer to you as a clear hologram of Venus shined from the top of his forearm. Your eyes widened as the hologram reflected in your pretty eyes.

“The planet of love.” he spoke over the radio as he lovingly looked at you, his optics spinning and expanding.

He made you blush and giggle, “Oh you…” your heart fluttering. You gave his face plate a soft smooch which made his spark turn into a puddle and almost leak out of his chassis. He scooted you a bit closer and snuggled against your face and shoulder as you moved your arm under his chin and placed your soft hand onto his face plate.

He then pointed onto another shining dot in the sky. It was Saturn. He also displayed its hologram.

“My favorite— planet in the Solar system.”

Dialogue option 1:

“Aww! It’s so cute you did research. Saturn is my favorite too!” you smiled at him.

“Twins!!” he made you laugh with that girly quote from a movie.

Dialogue option 2:

“Aww! It’s so cute you did research. A lot of people also like Saturn, its rings make it look so unique.”

“What’s your favorite— planet?” he asked over the radio.

You told him your favorite one in the Solar system. He scanned the sky and pointed at it.

“There!” he showed you the hologram of it. While you were looking at it in awe, he was too busy looking at your cute face with wide, sparkly eyes full of surprise and a big honest smile.

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“Can you show me your planet?” you asked curiously.

Bumblebee looked up at the sky again. He was scanning it a bit longer. He couldn’t find it…

“It’s too— far away… I can’t find it…” he said with a sad face expression.

“Oh, Bee… I’m so sorry… You must miss it a lot…” you said while gently caressing his face plate.

“I do…” he showed you the hologram of his planet he kept in his memory… He deeply vented and ex-vented, as if he sighed…

“Wow… it’s beautiful…”

“Was…” Bee let out a sad buzz as he turned off the hologram.

“Heey heyheyhey.. Don’t lose hope, buddy, okay?” you said reassuringly with a warm smile, “You will bring it back one day. I know you will. Hope dies last.”

He gently nuzzled his face plate against your soft cheek and hair, closing his optics as cute, low buzzing rumbled in his warm chassis. He held you close with both of his servos as you touched his face plate with both of your tiny hands.

He gently pressed his muzzle against your lips, as if he wanted to kiss you… That made you giggle as you gave him a sweet, long kiss. You made his bumblebee-like antennas wiggle as his spark almost started beating like a human heart.

He slowly lay down on the nicely trimmed, fresh grass, keeping you close to him as he was gently petting your head with his index digit. You sighed lovingly and relaxed in his tender, caring embrace.

“I could stay like this with you forever…” you said.

“Me too— Y/N…” he actually said your name… He almost made you cry…

He played “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak, it’s one of his favorite summer songs.

You continued stargazing and enjoying some relaxing, mostly vintage music that Bee was playing over the radio while cuddling. This might be one of Bumblebee’s favorite moments with you so far.

Dividers belong to @cute-sushi-roll , @tex-treasures 🌻

#transformers #transformers x reader #bumblebee x reader #bayverse transformers #bayverse bumblebee #transformers dotm #transformers aoe #autobots #transformers bumblebee #bumblebee #x reader #transformers fanfiction

[bluginkgo]

"Nice Corpse House My Guy" Remastered Behind Scenes!

The most glaring and obviously annoying thing that's evident in this comic- if you even wanna call it that- are the god forsaken BACKGROUNDS. There was a lot of experimentation going on for backgrounds here. Because the first couple pictures, THAT is what I used to draw backgrounds as. Trees are sticks and grass is flat. I realized that wasn't gonna cut it. I didn't like it at all. So I started experimenting and boy was it messy. It finally sorta settled on the style by the end of the comic. I'm still unhappy with it, but it'll have to do for now.

Here's a small comparison

One thing that I ran into was how I was gonna show that N was in his "killer mode." I could have placed the X's over the pupils, but found it unnatural looking in my style. So instead, it was settled to a concentrated light in the pupils.

Best seen between these two. The second N snaps out of it, the X/light in his pupils disappears, and the normal light returns to his eyes, which is similar to Uzi's.

Another thing I started slowly including was Uzi's little tooth on her beak.

The jutting out portion on her beak is a personal touch. Although it doesn't really matter, I included it to separate her from the rest of the "worker drones." Seen as she's an absolute solver host and has a solver form, something was going to creep up in her crow design, hence the little teeth. Doll would have them too, given I draw her in the form I've been thinking about.

Another thing I ran into, was WHAT WAS UZI GONNA TAKE N DOWN WITH?! This is a bird vs. a dog! No way was a bird gonna decommission a whole dog! Then this scene came up in my recent rewatch of Murder Drones.

And it clicked. Loooong long time ago, I had a very specific hyperfixation: birds. One thing I learned that some pigeons do, was they're capable of doing a somersault. And in mid-air, too!

I was finally set. The SICK AS HELL RAILGUN was downgraded to a simple piece of shiny glass/pebble that attracted Uzi- and crows love shiny things. And the same pebble will be used to launch at N's sensor that made him trip over. Because I was also not going to draw N doggo losing his head. I love gorey and bloody shows and art- hence why I watched Murder Drones- but I honestly had no idea how to recreate that, and I suck at drawing gore in general, I mean, did you SEE the crow N was chewing on? That was my best try honestly.

Here are some progress shots and how the layers worked in the scene where N is bonked with a stick.

As per usual, start with a sketch, this is actually 2nd sketch. The first is much rougher, just some circles and random shapes to outline his body form.

Then, this is all outlined and rendered. Along with some additions like the stick and the little rock.

The background was the hardest, aside from some weird angles I picked to draw Uzi and N at. I suck at backgrounds, like I've mentioned many times before. So, this needed a lot of testing and experimenting. Most of this works because I found some cool brushes to use. But aside from that, I honestly still don't like how it looks. It's slightly better than my stick trees and flat grass though, I guess.

Put it all together, add a black layer to simulate nighttime, put some lights to show moonlight through trees and voila, you've got an N doggo that got bonked by a stick! I see this project/comic mostly as practice and testing. Background testing mostly, and some brushes. The background/brush testing actually spilled over into another post of the solver Uzi I made a bit back. I'd say I was pretty happy how it turned out, but brush wise, I was going to test around a little more.

NUzi comic 'Sleep' is my next project. Uhhh, don't ask me when I'm gonna have it out, I have no idea. I'm guessing sometime end of Jan and beginning of Feb. But that might be delayed seeing as Murder Drones ep7 should be out sometime soon too, so I'll need to go crazy about that for a bit and then I'll go back to my usual thing ^_^ 'Sleep' will take place still between the Pilot and Heartbeat.

P.S. I have all 26 pages story boarded... good god what happened to the 'mini' part of the comic 😭

Anyways, why are you still here?! Have a cookie ^_^ you made it! Have a nice day now, bye bye <3

#murder drones #glitch productions #serial designation n #uzi doorman #murder drones fanart #md uzi doorman #md uzi #md serial designation n #murder drones serial designation n #murder drones n #bluginkgo's murder drones as animals #n x uzi #murder drones uzi #md n #n md #md nuzi #murder drones nuzi #nuzi #md biscuitbites #biscuitbites #n murder drones

[fishsticksloser]

Hihi!! I'm here to request a rottmnt donnie x reader fic :>

Basically, reader hasn't been over to the lair in a couple of weeks and if they did they spend at most an hour before leaving may I add Donnie wanted to show them a huge project he completed (he has told them about it but he never told them it was complete) so our mans Donnie thinks that we got bored of him and we are cheating on him which is not the case here and that reader was basically planning a little surprise party to congratulate Donnie on finishing this big project of his + balancing their schoolwork and job to fund this party. But on the day they had it all completed and was about to tell Donnie, he had enough and decided to break it off with them. You can decide the rest here :3

Have a good day, and get enough food, water, and sleep ‼️

Maybe I Was Boring

Donnie x gn!reader

Warnings: Donnie centered 2nd person, accusations of cheating, betrayal?, panic attack, breakup, angst, comfort, aged up, swearing, first "I love you", no tcest!!!

A/N: ooo... Donnie angst, I'm excited for this. Man... That's a lot of warnings...

Donnie had finally finished rebuilding Shelldon. It was a long process because he wanted to keep him as he was while giving him a huge upgrade. Donnie couldn't wait to show you, you had been a huge supporter during this time, but you stopped coming the the lair recently. Donnie was having some doubts about your relationship, maybe he bored you. Maybe you found someone new?

Donnie left the lab too grab a snack when he saw you and Mikey. You were whispering to him about something, Mikey was grinning widely as he handed you something.

Donnie hasn't seen you in weeks, but here you are with his brother... He felt jealous, betrayed. He quickly rushed back to his lab, feeling like he couldn't breathe.

Of course you'd drop him for one of his brothers. Out of all of them, at least it was Mikey. Right? That was nice, but he missed you. Why hasn't he noticed sooner? Was he too boring? Did you just get so tired of him you didn't even feel the need to break it off?

"Donnie?" Leo asks, peeking into the lab. Leo finds Donnie curled up in his chair, fingers digging into his head. "Don!" Leo pulls Donnie's hands away and holds them. "Count with me, Donnie. You're okay."

The 2 of them count to 10 together. Donnie feels his lungs start working normally again and Leo let's go of his hands.

"What was that about? What's wrong?" Donnie turns away, he didn't really want to talk about it or talk at all for that matter. "Donnie, I'm always here for you, okay? You don't have to talk..."

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Donnie ran the final tests on Shelldon, making sure he worked perfectly, when he got a text from you. You asked him to come over.

He knew that this was the end of your relationship. As much as he dreaded it, he knew he had to break it off. You were clearly in love with someone else and he couldn't stand being the side chick.

"He's here! Hide!" He heard you whisper shout thought the door. Great... You had someone over already. "Donnie!"

"Y/N..." He answers. He's a bit confused because you're so happy.

"Come in." You step aside and Donnie shakes his head.

"I think I'd rather talk out here." You frown and step outside with him, closing your door.

"Is everything okay?"

"I can't keep doing this..."

"Doing what?" Instead of saying it aloud, he motions between the 2 of you. "Our... Relationship? W-Why?"

"I haven't seen you in weeks... Every time I tried you had some half-assed excuse... You've been with Mikey too..."

"What? Donnie are you accuse—"

"Okay!" Leo opens the door quickly, separating the 2 of you. Donnie looks at Leo, shocked to see his twin of all people. "Donnie, come inside. Y/N prepared something for you."

Leo pulled Donnie inside. All of his friends and family sprung up yelling "Congratulations!" Even Shelldon was there, although he was certain he left him at home.

"Wha?" Donnie asks. He sees a banner with him and Shelldon drawn on it, hanging above your living room couch.

"Y/N worked on all of this for you." Leo points out. "They worked overtime, plus had school..."

"I—" Donnie tried. He turned to you, seeing tears in your eyes. "I'm so sorry..."

"Let's talk about it later, okay?" You smiled, blinking away the tears. "Right now let's celebrate you and Shelldon."

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"I'm sorry that I accused you of cheating..." Donnie started. Both of you sat on your balcony, watching the moon rise slowly. "I just... I don't feel like enough for you. I feel like maybe... Maybe I was boring..."

"Boring? Donnie, you're everything to me." You answer, leaning your head on his shoulder. "That's why I did all this for you. That and..."

"And?"

"It's funny that you say that you don't feel like enough... Cause I feel the same." Donnie turned, eyebrows drawn down. "You're so intelligent, so intuitive, strong, brave... The list goes on. Don, you helped save the world. The world... And I haven't achieved anything."

"I need you, y/n." Donnie frowns, the thought that you viewed yourself so poorly was confusing. He felt the same about himself, but you? You were amazing in his eyes. "I love you."

He said it first. It was very uncharacteristic. It had your mind running in overdrive.

You didn't answer, opting to kiss him instead. Gripping the front of his shirt desperately. He pulled away a little, stunned, before pulling you closer.

"I love you, Donatello."

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[comicbookddr]

RORY WEEK DAY 2: PRE-VAMPIRE

Summary: When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in from of him.

Word count: 1,505

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When Rory woke, he didn’t recognize anything surrounding him. Not only was it not his house, but everything was extremely blurry. As he staggered to his knees and squinted through his glasses to try and understand where he was, a tall man in all black stood in front of him. 

“Wow, you’re not dead?” He said, smirking at the trembling kid beneath him. All Rory could do was shake his head and try to stop his bottom lip from quivering. The man helped Rory up and ripped the pair of glasses right off his face. 

“You won’t be needing these, okay?” He laughed, crushing them on the ground with his boot. Rory jolted back with how much better he could see now, and looked forwards at the stark pale man in front of him. His teeth were long and sharp, his hair jet black and sticking straight up. He grabbed Rory’s shoulder and gripped it hard in case he tried to run away. 

“Jesse! Are you done cleaning up?” A voice shouted from outside. A guy in a skull t-shirt and curly hair appeared from behind him. 

“Almost,” He said, turning around to face the other guy, flinging Rory in the same direction with his arm still attached to his shoulder. 

“We got one more!” 

“So… he was bit twice?” Gord, who Rory now knew the name of, asked. 

“Seems like it!” Jesse responded. Rory was staring at the two of them in awe as they tried to figure out exactly what happened. 

“So Erica didn’t drink all his blood? How odd…” Gord said. 

“Where is she?!” Rory shouted. He could believe it! He had fangs just like Jesse did, and they were so sharp that he poked his lip after he finished talking. He could feel he had drawn blood, but when he reached up to wipe it away, it was already gone, and his lip felt like it hadn’t been cut at all. 

“Yeah, you’re gonna need to learn how to control that,” Jesse told him. 

“You’ll stop poking yourself eventually.” 

“Look, like this,” Gord said as two sharp fangs shot out of his normal row of teeth. He gave Rory a ghoulish smile to demonstrate. The two workshopped with Rory and eventually he could control his fangs. 

Eventually Jesse and Gord took Rory out of the house and walked him to the front gates. The two stepped aside to talk. 

“You really wanna keep this one? Can’t we just fly him across the border and drop him off in Michigan?” Jesse said. Even though they were far away, he could hear everything they were saying, which scared the crap out of him. 

“No! You can’t keep doing that!” 

“Why not? Michigan is nice!” 

“I don’t think I’d like Michigan!” Rory shouted at them. The two dropped the facade and walked back to him. 

“Listen, you can’t tell anyone you’re a vampire, okay?” Jesse said in a patronizing tone, like he was talking to a 2nd grader. 

“I’m a vampire?! Cool!” Rory shouted. 

“I don’t think we can keep this one! He seems too stupid!” He yelled at Gord after shushing Rory to be quiet. 

“Fine, whatever you say,” Gord conceded. With unnatural speed, Gord ran behind the two and pulled a large wooden stake out from inside a large bush. Rory was thrown to face him in the blink of an eye, and saw Gord speeding towards him. 

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. He was freeing himself from Jesse’s grip for the first time in the night and dropped to the floor, gasping for air on his hands and knees. Gord and Jesse looked at each other as Rory sat down and stared up at the two, terrified at what they were gonna do next. 

Rory was being thrown out of a black car onto the ground in a back alley before he knew it.

“You missed the ritual because you weren’t supposed to survive, so make sure you drink blood within the next 24 hours, or else you’ll die. Do you want to die?” Jesse asked him. Rory shook his head aggressively. 

“We’ll let you know when we need you,” He finished, slamming the car door. The car peeled off before Rory could say anything. 

Rory sat on the wet pavement and shivered from the fall breeze, trying not to cry. After composing himself, Rory made it his new goal to find Erica and make sure she was safe, maybe after getting some new clothes to wear, since his current ones were covered in his own blood and now mud. He peeked his head around the corner, and looked around, worried that someone might try and harm him. He then remembered when Gord tried to - what he assumes was - kill him just a few hours ago, he was able to escape just fine. So maybe he was invincible now! Just like Superman! He ran down the street, realizing that the wind hit his face much harder, and that he made it to the end of the block in only a few seconds instead of minutes. He jumped for joy, elated to know that he was now a superhero, the same way his favorite characters were in the comic books. But that excitement stalled when he stopped jumping and felt a pain in his body. He was hungry. 

Rory strolled along the sidewalk, being overly cautious to not seem like a very strong and very cool vampire, which caused him to hike his knees up to his chest every time he lifted up his leg to walk, and clenched his hands into fists and kept his elbows up. He came across a scary looking store that he would normally never enter, but since it was the only place open he went in anyway. There was loud music playing that hurt his ears, and everything was dimly lit. He was all of a sudden being harassed by a man from behind the counter. Rory could feel himself tense up, not only because the guy was cursing at him to provide some identification before going further into the store, but because there was now a smell in the air that he had never smelt before that was absolutely wonderful, and he needed to have more of it. He only stalked up closer to him; he felt like he was no longer in control of his body. Before he knew it, he was behind the counter and the man's flesh was under his teeth, and he couldn’t stop drinking his blood. 

This is what caused Rory to actually start crying. The mixture of the body beneath him and his favorite jacket being even more bloody than it was before all swept over him as he truly realized what he had become. But the taste made it all feel worth it. He would do it all over again if that meant he could get more. That thought is what stopped the tear from flowing down his face, and what caused him to stand up and walk away like nothing had happened. Rory then found himself clothes shopping in the adult store, grabbing very gaudy and absolutely fantastic looking clothes that were definitely not his size, but were perfect for his brand new life. He was quick to get home, which was a new perk he was really enjoying, and skipped up to his room without being detected by his mother. Vivian was such a heavy sleeper that he was able to shower and change without her waking up to notice. 

He didn’t even have to think about laying or sitting down the entire night, he was filled with so much energy. Excitement, wonder, and just a little bit of sorrow (that he tried his best not to think about) all ran through him as he bounced around his room until the sun started to rise. The light peaking through his window stung his skin a bit, so he grabbed the sunscreen and lathered it thick onto his skin before heading out the door for school. What surprised him the most, besides how quickly he made it to school or how he could lift an entire park bench if he wanted to, was that he didn’t see Erica anywhere all day. It wasn’t until after school that he saw his friends Ethan and Benny, who were shocked and anxious about him being a vampire now, but Rory tried to not let them harsh his vibe. But after that conversation, a lot of the memories from the night before started to rush back to him, especially after he came to find out what Jesse meant by “we’ll let you know when we need you.” Rory was gonna do his best to have fun and do whatever his new vampire friends asked him to, even if they weren’t all that nice to him. He was just excited to be alive, and to get more blood sometime soon, because he was starting to get hungry again. 

I apologize if this isn't the best, I wrote it sort of last minute and didn't have time to go back and edit it. I still think it's cool, so let me know what you think about it! Thanks for reading!

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Year One: Day One

Chapter List WC: 2,413

2nd September, 1991

When the alarm first went off at 7am, Violet wanted to throw the thing against a wall. She hadn't noticed the alarms the night before, so one of the other girls had to of set one. She certainly didn't want to leave her warm and cosy bed, but she could hear the other girls already moving about.

She drew the curtains open and sat on the edge of the bed, watching all three of her roommates move around. Hannah was still in her pyjamas, pulling out a clean outfit from her trunk. The two other girls were taking turns in the bathroom. The first girl, who was brushing her teeth, had golden tan skin and straight blonde hair that fell to her waist. The other girl, who was trying to fix her tie into a proper knot, had deep brown skin and nearly black hair in tight, long braids. 

Violet pulled out her own outfit for the day, crawling back into her bed and closing the curtains to change. When she was done, she moved towards the now vacant bathroom.

"Morning!" The blonde chirped, her high-pitched voice shocking Violet, who spun around to see the girl leaning against the dorm entrance, "You're Violet, right? Hannah and Aimee already went down for breakfast. I'm Caroline Dodd, it's nice to meet you!" 

The girl was very chipper for it being so early, Violet couldn't help but feed off of her energy, "Hi! Nice to meet you too! I'll be just a moment, then we can walk down together?"

"Sure!" Caroline smiled widely, showing all her teeth.

Violet quickly finished getting ready for the day before following after Caroline, her heavy book bag slung across her back. 

Breakfast was just as exciting as dinner the night before. There were platters upon platters of food, including several types of eggs, fruit, sausage, cereal, kippers, bacon, fresh squeezed juice, toast with varying options of jam and marmalade, and more. 

The Great Hall was also louder than the night before, all the new and returning students catching up and introducing themselves. 

Violet listened quietly while the people around her talked. Aside from her three roommates, there was Cedric Diggory, a third-year who was a tall, well-built boy with short dark hair and bright green eyes, which rivalled Violet's own. He was the seeker on the Hufflepuff quidditch team; a popular school sport, Violet learned. And then there was Anthony Rickett, a fairly average boy with black hair, and Tamsin Applebee, a fairly average girl with blonde hair. The two were a couple, apparently, and both were third-years on the quidditch team.

"So, Violet, how are you finding Hogwarts so far?" Cedric asked, his gaze mesmerising as his eyes were practically glowing. 

"Oh, um," She laughed awkwardly, swallowing a mouthful of toast, "It's alright. Everyone so far has been nice, though I'm pretty sure I'm going to get lost on the way to my classes, this place is huge..."

Everyone around her laughed, Cedric nodding emphatically, "Don't worry, we've all gotten lost before. It gets easier with time. Most professors are lenient with first-years for the first few weeks when it comes to getting to lessons on time."

"Except for Snape," Anthony added, "He's a right arse. He teaches potions. Whatever you do, don't get his attention on you."

"Which one is Snape?" Aimee asked, glancing at the staff table.

"The one that looks like he hasn't showered in a month." Tamsin chuckled. In unison, the three first-years turned to observe the man.

Tamsin wasn't far off in her brief description, Violet saw. He was a lanky man, with shoulder length black hair that was so greasy it appeared to be shining, even from her seat halfway down the hall. He was glaring at anything and everything he looked at, from his plate to the people around him. 

"Avoid Snape, got it." Violet agreed, "Any other advise?"

Cedric replied, "Not really. Do your work, stay out of trouble, the usual."

Suddenly papers were flying through the air, each hovering in the air in front of students. Only the first-years, Violet saw. Then a paper stopped in front of her and she realised it was her timetable. 

She, Caroline, Hannah, and Aimee began to compare their schedules. 

"Hey, we all have the same schedules!" Aimee exclaimed.

"Did Gabriel not explain that?" Tamsin shook her head, "All students share the same classes first and second year with their own house, though some classes overlap with other houses. You'll likely have classes with Ravenclaw more than the others, but you'll surely have at least one with Gryffindor and Slytherin each."

"Right, okay..." Violet nodded, "We should probably get going if we're going to find our first class. Herbology?"

"That'll be Professor Sprout. She's also the head of Hufflepuff." Cedric said, standing up with the group of first-year girls, "She's out in the greenhouse behind the castle. My first class is that way, I'll walk you down there. Bye guys!" 

He waved to his friends before leading the girls out of the hall. They followed him through the castle, making small talk as they walked. 

Violet learned that Aimee, Caroline, and Cedric were considered "Purebloods", or having both parents be Witches/Wizards, while she and Hannah were "half-bloods", or having non-magical parents. Cedric was very assertive that blood status didn't matter, despite what some believe. He warned them against Slytherins, who were the worst of the houses, as they tended to be bullies and violent.

He led them halfway down to the greenhouse, wishing them luck on their first day before heading back inside for his own classes. 

The girls entered the greenhouse, glancing around at the fellow Hufflepuff first-years. There were also students who introduced themselves as Gryffindors. At the mention of the red-and-gold house, Violet began looking around for Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Upon finding them, she waved as they glanced over. They were on the other side of the long tables, so they had to speak up over the other students to hear each other. 

The raven-haired boy smiled, "Alright, Violet?"

"Alright, Harry." She returned. 

Before she could say anything else, an older woman walked in. She was a squat little witch, with short grey hair and a brown dress, which was covered in dirt, as were her hands. She smiled brightly at the students, briefly introducing herself as Professor Sprout before launching into her lesson.

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By the end of the day, Violet was exhausted by the overwhelming amount of information she'd gotten. 

She'd had five classes throughout the day, each lasting just over an hour. By the time her last lesson ended at 5:30pm and she was heading for dinner, she wasn't sure she could handle a single new fact. 

First was Herbology with the Gryffindors, then Potions with just Hufflepuffs. This was followed by an hour lunch, then History of Magic with Slytherins, who had been far beyond obnoxious.

The worst of them was the white-blonde boy that she'd met her first evening at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy. He and his friends, Crabbe and Goyle, were picking on the nervous first year Hufflepuffs. Throughout the, admittedly boring, lesson, they were constantly throwing bits of paper at other students. Anytime someone tried to walk by, they tripped them. And they constantly made rude comments about others' looks.

By the end of the lesson, Violet was ready to deck Draco in the face. In fact, she almost did.

Draco and his buddies were standing at the door after class ended, shoving students around as they exited. When Violet and her friends, Hannah and Aimee, tried to leave, Draco used some spell to tear open Aimee's bag and send her belongings flying.

"Why you little-" Violet lunged for Draco, stopping a few inches short when an arm banded around her waist and yanked her back away, "Why do you have to be such a right git?!"

Draco jumped further away from the girl, eyes wide in fear. "You were going to hit me!"

"You've done nothing but bully people all day! It's what you deserve!" She tried to push forward, scratching uselessly at the arm around her. She was seething, which was out of the ordinary for her usual calm demeanour.

"Get out of here, Malfoy. Just go!" A voice from behind Violet shouted. It jarred her out of her anger, releasing her hands from fists and slumping back. Draco rushed off with his friends, glancing back at Violet as if afraid she'd go after him.

"Can I let you go now?" The voice asked and she nodded. The arm dropped from around her waist and she spun around, "Sorry, I didn't think it wise for you to attack him. He's a Malfoy, you know?" 

"I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but thanks. I don't know what got into me..." She sighed, turning to find Aimee and Hannah staring at her with wide eyes. 

"Malfoy? They're one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight families. One of the oldest, wealthiest families in the wizarding world. I'd stay away from him if I were you."

"Right, thanks, um..."

"Eddie Carmichael."

"Right, thanks Eddie. Well, I should get going now..."

"'Course, don't want to be late. See ya around." He winked before heading off.

"Violet!" Hannah whisper-shouted, following after Aimee as she started off towards their next class.

"I'm sorry, are you okay Aimee?" She asked, trailing after her friends. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. She had always been against violence, but something about that boy brought out the worst in her, it seemed.

"I'm alright. You didn't have to do that, you know." She shrugged, holding her books and things tightly. Her bag was ruined and she was struggling to hold everything. Violet took some of the items off the top, easing the load.

"No, I know, sorry. Something about that boy..." She huffed, trying to prevent her anger from bubbling up, "I don't like him. Not one bit."

"No one does," Aimee reassured her, "But you can't go after him like that. His family is bad news, and no one can touch him. Even Dumbledore can't control them."

"Would've been good to know earlier." She muttered as she entered their next class.

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Luckily the rest of the day was uneventful. Charms and then flying lessons, both with the Ravenclaws. Afterwards, at dinner, Hannah and Aimee told the story of Violet's run-in with Draco to their friends. Caroline had separated from their little group, having been with Susan Bones since breakfast. Cedric and Anthony Rickett also sat with them, listening intently.

"And then she PUNCHED HIM!" Hannah was saying.

Violet gasped, "No I didn't! I almost punched him. Big difference."

"You attacked Draco? Draco Malfoy?" Anthony was appalled, Violet could tell from his facial expression, "Do you have a death wish?"

"Urgh!" She groaned, dropping her head into her hands, "It's not that bad, is it?"

A resounding "yes" came from those around her. She couldn't believe that she'd messed up so badly on her first day. Her first day of being a witch, and she attacks one of the most important students in the school. A student whose father could apparently have her removed from Hogwarts in an instant. 

She huffed in exasperation, "I have to apologise. Make it right, before he can tell on me." 

"Oh, I need to see this." Anthony laughed, shaking his head.

"Leave her alone, mate." Cedric shoved his friend with his shoulder, "Don't listen to them, Violet. It's bad, yes, but you'll be okay. No sane professor would believe any story Malfoy could make up over the truth."

"Right, okay, thanks." Violet moved to stand up, her appetite gone after only a few bites. How disappointing, she thought. There were fish and chips, her favourite. 

Hannah moved to get up with her, "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to head down to the dorm, I'm knackered. I'll see you later, okay?"

Everyone bid their goodnights as she left. 

On her way out of the Great Hall, she risked a glance at the Slytherin table. A couple of first-years were glaring at her, but there was no Draco Malfoy in sight. Just outside the hall, Harry and Hermione were on their way in. 

"Hey! What's this about you attacking Malfoy?" Hermione asked, pulling her two friends off to the side, away from the open doors.

Harry gasped, "You attacked Malfoy?!" 

"I didn't- I mean, I did- He was bullying other first-years, and he used some spell to ruin my friend's bag and spill all her stuff. I just lost it! I tried to punch him, but a second-year stopped me." She ran her hands through her hair. It barely fell to her shoulders, having left it down for the day, something else she rarely did.

"He deserved it." Harry decided.

"Harry!" Hermione slapped his arm, "You shouldn't be attacking anyone, Violet. You're smarter than that!"

"Yeah, I know. It was stupid. He's a prat!"

"Still-" Hermione started, likely launching into a lecture, when Ron rounded the corner and waved at Violet.

"Hey, what'd I miss?"

Violet frowned, "Not much, I attacked Malfoy and now I'm going to be expelled."

"Bloody hell! I bet he deserved it." Ron laughed before Hermione's glare silenced him.

"Right, well, I'm heading to bed. It's been a long day." 

"Night!" The trio said as they continued into the Great Hall.

Violet was ready to drop by now. She had originally planned to get a head start on her Potions work that was due the next day, but now she could barely keep herself awake. She headed towards the stairs to go to the basement, but fate had other plans.

"Hey, you!" She spun around at the sudden shout. There, coming down the stairs, was none other than Malfoy.

Violet swore to herself before chastising herself. Her mother would be ashamed of such language.

"Who do you think you are?" He hissed as he moved closer to Violet, stopping barely a metre away, "Do you know who I am?"

"I didn't-" She started to snap, reminding herself to calm down, "About that. I wanted to apologise. I'm sorry I tried to hit you."

"You- what?" He pulled up short, shock written across his features. He was frozen a moment, as if he couldn't tell if she was being genuine.

"I'm sorry. No matter that you were being a prat, I shouldn't have responded violence with violence. It wasn't right."

"Uh," He stuttered, still shocked. All he could do was nod and slowly back away, staring at her as if she had grown a second head.

Violet turned and rushed down the stairs, not slowing until she was safely in her dorm. 

'There,' she decided, 'I've apologised. Whatever else happens is out of my hands. I just have to avoid him from now on.'

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Love vs. Hate - Part 2 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Previous // Next Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language (as for now)

A/N: And here goes Part 2. Enjoy :) If someone wants to be added to the tag list, just send me a message! 12 Miles are about 20 Kilometers, by the way :P Tag list: @brassknucklespeirs

6th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, Georgia I've been with Easy Company for two months, and I'm getting along better and better with the men. Well, with almost all of them, at least. Liebgott, my bed neighbor, still acts cold and dismissive towards me. But I have found a real friend in Don Malarkey. As for Sobel... Well, he keeps his word and treats me like any other soldier. This means that he also regularly revokes my weekend passes and yells at me.

I point to the sky as we lay exhausted on the grass after another Currahee run. "Someday... Someday I'm going to kill that bastard, I promise you," I say, and Don grins at me. "I think you'd have a lot of support here, sweetheart." I smile at him as well. "I think so." "Liv?" We hear a voice, and Lip walks up to us. "Lip?" "Can I talk to you for a second?" I nod and stand up. "See you later, Don."

I follow Lip, who pulls me aside for a moment. "How are you?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?" "Exactly that, Liv. I want to know how you're doing. And how it's going with the men." "You know you don't have to watch me, Lip, right? I'm fine. I'm getting along great with Don and Muck and Penky and the others. Except maybe Liebgott, but he's just him." Lip nods. "Thanks, Lip... You kind of remind me of my brother Damon." Lip smirks. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, he was always so protective of me too." "Where is he now?" "Somewhere in the pacific, as far as I know. He's a lieutenant in the Marines." Lip nods, and together we walk toward the mess hall. "I guess your family's into the military, huh?" Lip grins as we grab food. "Well... My dad is a Colonel with the 2nd Ranger Battalion, my other brother Tommy is also a Lieutenant, and as far as I can tell from my mom's last letter, my little sister Cindy enlisted. Only my mom and my older sister Lily are not in the military."

Lip and I sit down with our food. Not a minute later, Don and Muck join us. "And your mom just supports that? That she lets almost all of her kids go to war?", Lip asks, and Don looks up. "Well, we all went to military school. Somehow it wasn't a discussion at all. We were all active soldiers, so it wasn't even an issue that we weren't fighting. We were drafted." "How come you ended up with paratroopers?" then asks Muck. "Well, I didn't want to be under my father. That would have been a pre-programmed issue. When I was in OCS, I heard about the Airborne and enlisted, so they sent me to the 82nd. The men there were not very open to me and made my life hell. Except for one soldier. He was always nice and acknowledged whether I had tits or a dick." The guys laugh, and Don puts a hand on my shoulder. "Just like us."

This evening It's Friday night, and I'm lying on my cot reading a book. Next to me, George and Don are playing a game, and on my other side lies Liebgott, engrossed in his comics as usual. I sit up and take a smoke from the pack, but I can't find a lighter. "Can I have your lighter real quick?" I ask Liebgott, and he looks up at me, annoyed. "Get your own," he grumbles, and I roll my eyes. "I have one, but I can't find it, so get your head out of your ass and give me yours." Now Liebgott is looking at me. He snorts, shakes his head, and then tosses me his lighter before turning back to his comic. I take it and light the cigarette. "You guys are like an old married couple," Don says, grinning at us, which earns him a dirty look from Liebgott and me. "Shut up, Malarkey!" then says Liebgott. I throw his lighter back at him, but he doesn't see it, and it lands right in his crotch, causing him to groan.

"Jesus Christ, Stark! What the fuck?!" he curses, giving me a nasty look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I say quickly, but I can't suppress a laugh. Liebgott holds his soft parts and writhes in pain. "At least you had some female interaction in your crotch for once now, Joe," George grins, making us laugh even harder. Liebgott stands up angrily. "Oh, fuck all of you!" he says and walks outside. Amused, we watch him go. "Isn't he a ray of sunshine?" I ask, addressing Don and George, who grin at me.

Suddenly Winters enters the barracks, and we quickly stand up. "Second Platoon, we're moving out. Full dress and ready for the night march. Canteens filled. You have ten minutes." He leaves the barracks again. I glance at Don before looking briefly at Liebgott's empty bed. If he misses the march, he's screwed. I quickly change and am already on my way out. "Where are you going?" George asks me. "I'm going to find Private Sunshine. Someone should probably tell him he has to be outside in five minutes." "You're too nice, Liv. If someone treated me like that, I'd ditch him." "I'm a platoon Sergeant Don. I have responsibilities." With those words, I leave the barracks and look around outside.

I find Liebgott near the latrines. "Hey," I call out to him, and he groans in annoyance. "What do you want, Stark? You want to kick some more?" he asks, looking at me. "No, actually, I don't. Whereas, if you keep talking to me like that, then maybe. I just wanted to inform you that in..." I glance at my watch for a moment. "...Three and a half minutes, we have to be ready to march in full gear. But do what you want." I turn away from him and go back to the others. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because, unlike you, I'm not an asshole."

Once again, Easy Company is on their Friday night march. Fully loaded and ready, they march their 12 miles. I walk silently beside Don. "I'm going to say something now," Bull whispers to George, as he's getting really tired of it. "To who?" he asks back, and Bull looks to Winters. "Lieutenant Winters?" "What is it?" the latter asks back. "Permission to speak, sir." "Permission granted." "Sir, we have nine companies, sir," he notes, and I can only imagine what he's getting at. "We do," Winters says. "Then how come we're the only company that marches 12 miles in full dress in the dark every Friday night?" "What do you think, Private Randleman?" "Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." I can't help but smirk in amusement. "Oh, I don't think Lieutenant Sobel hates Easy Company, Private Randleman. He just hates you," Winters returns, and I never imagined such cold humor from him. Many of the men start laughing. "Thank you, sir." "But he still hates you the most, Liv," Don says next to me, making George laugh in front of us. "What do you want me to do?" I grin. "Leaving would be an option," she then hears Liebgott behind her, and she looks at him briefly. "And make it so easy for you? Forget it, Liebgott! It's too much fun to piss you off," I say sarcastically, seeing Don smirking beside me.

After we have completed the march, I fall into my bed, exhausted. Poor Christenson. He has to repeat the whole march. "Hey, you know what?" Don then says, looking at me. "What?" "Tomorrow, we can finally go out. I think this is one of the first weekends when we all still have our passes. What do you think, Liv? Have a little fun?" I sit up on my bed and beam at Don. "You don't have to ask twice, Malarkey! Penky, you in?" I ask Alex, who shakes his head at his nickname, but then agrees. "You guys aren't going without me, though! I've made it my mission to get this little bird here bottled up." "You're welcome to try, Luz, but I'm telling you... I'm pretty hard drinking!" "We'll see about that, Stark," George grins, and I wink at him. "Will you guys shut up already? Some people would like to sleep." "Oh, stop being such a baby Liebgott. You can sleep plenty when you're old and shriveled! Tomorrow, it's time to celebrate!"

7th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA After a few quiet lessons on Saturday morning, we finally have free time. We put on our starting uniforms and gather. We're a sizable group and off to Toccoa for a bit of a shindig. Don, George, Muck, Penkala, Toye, Guarnere, Christenson, Webster, Popeye, Skinny, and a few others join us. Even Lip comes along. What amazes me is that when I leave the barracks, Liebgott is standing next to Don, waiting. "Well, look at that," Don laughs when he sees me. "What, never seen a woman before?" I ask, punching him in the shoulder. "Yes, I have, but I've never seen you in a skirt and high heels before." "And you won't often, Don, so memorize that image well." I've made myself pretty for the day. My hair is down and slightly wavy, and I've painted my lips with dark red lipstick.

Behind me, I hear a whistle, and when I turn around, Muck is standing in front of me. "Oh la la, what do we have here?" he grins and comes toward us. "Shut up, Skip. Remember... Faye is waiting for you at home." "Yeah yeah, but you're still allowed to look, right?" "Ah, shut it, Muck."

Don grins and puts an arm around my shoulders. "Shall we?" he asks, and I nod with a smile. Then I notice Liebgott's gaze, eyeing me. "See something you like, Liebgott?" I ask, and he looks me in the eye. He bites his lips briefly and twitches an eyebrow. "Seen better." "Of course you have." I shake my head, and Don grins at me. "Well, let's go."

When we finally get to the pub, Don orders a round of beers for us. The bar is packed with soldiers. "Wow, pretty crowded in here, huh?" I say to no one in particular, but Muck agrees with me anyway. Our group quickly disperses, and we sit, laugh, and smoke comfortably. "I'll get the next round," I say and stand up before heading to the bar. I place the order and wait patiently, but then I feel something on my butt. I turn around and look into the eyes of a soldier who smiles at me insinuatingly. "Well, darling? Can I buy you a drink?" he asks, and I look at him incredulously. "Does that usually work? You grope a lady, and then she lets you have it?" I ask, but his grin doesn't disappear. "Come on. I'll be happy to show you a real man." "No thanks. And I doubt you'll be able to show me. And now, if you don't mind..." I turn away from him again, but he grabs my arm. It seems he hasn't seen my badges on my sleeve either.

"You're pretty cheeky; you know that? But I like cheeky!" he says and pulls me towards him. As I want to tell him off, he is yanked away from me. "I think she told you to fuck off," Liebgott says, holding the man by the collar. Now other soldiers take notice, including Don and the others, who immediately come over. "Stay out of this, asshole!" grumbles the soldier, glaring at Liebgott. "This is between the pretty lady and me." "Yeah, and the pretty lady told you to fuck off. So accept it and fuck off!" "What's going on?" Don asks me, but my attention is on Liebgott and the other soldier. "I didn't hear it from her, though." The soldier looks at me, and I raise an eyebrow. Liebgott lets go of him and steps aside. "Well, then, please..." The soldier looks at me promptly. "What he said," I say perkily and wave him off. "That your man? Is that it? You should tell your slut that maybe she should send less lewd signals when..." But that's as far as he gets because Liebgott punches him.

The soldier goes down, holding his bloody nose. "You son of a bitch!" "She's our fucking platoon sergeant, in case you overlooked that. So shut the fuck up and stay away from her." In disbelief, I look at Liebgott. He just punched a man for me. I walk up to the soldier on the ground and take his name tag in my hand. "Private Stretton, is it? Maybe I should have a word with your CO. You should probably re-learn the rank insignia. And if I see you coming near anyone again who doesn't want it, I'll personally make sure you get your punishment. Understood?" The soldier snorts but then nods.

Don and Muck grin behind me. "Come on, I'll take care of this," Don says, pointing to the beers that are now ready and taking them to the table with Muck. At our table, I turn to Liebgott. "Thank you," I say, smiling gently. "I didn't do this for you," he returns, and I look at him, confused. "That was for Easy Company. And whether I like it or not, you're part of it. No one disrespects us. To make that clear, you were just a means to an end." Liebgott walks away from me, and I look after him, perplexed. I sit down and look at the table in front of me. "What a prick..." I grumble. "Yeah, part men really don't know how it works..." Muck says, but Don shakes his head. "I don't think she meant him." Liv is still looking at Liebgott, standing with Talbert and the others.

"Forget about him, Liv. I don't think anyone understands the complex thing in Joe's head," Don says, drawing my attention back to himself. "I just don't understand it. Did I do anything to him?" Don and Muck exchange a look, but Liv can't interpret it. "Not that I know of," Muck then says with a shrug. "But it doesn't matter, anyway. Let Liebgott think what he wants. We like you, and I think most people in Easy do." "Thanks, Muck," I say with a smile and take a sip of my beer. "Soon, we'll be off to Fort Benning. Are you nervous yet?" asks Don, then looking at me. "No, not really. It's just jump training, right?" Don starts to laugh. "Yeah, I'll tell you again when we get to the plane door."

Still thinking about Liebgott, I sit at the table with Don a little later. Muck has disappeared somewhere, and Penkala is dancing with a girl. "Come on, Liv... Just forget it," Don says, looking at me. "I know, Don. But..." "No buts," Don interrupts me. He stands up and holds out his hand to me. I look at him questioningly. "Come on. A dance will take your mind off things." For a moment, I eye my friend and then take his hand. "There you go." Don leads me onto the dance floor, taking my left hand in his and placing his other on the small of my back before he begins to move and lead me.

For a while, we dance without speaking. My gaze keeps automatically wandering to Liebgott without me being able to stop it. "Hey. Stop", Don says, and I look at him. His dark eyes search mine. "Just look at me, will you? It's not worth you letting him ruin your night. What was it like yesterday? It's time to party today," he grins, infecting me. I smirk and look down at the floor for a moment. "No, look at me, Liv. Just me." I lift my eyes again and then laugh as Don grimaces. "You really are unbelievable, Don." "But it works, right?" I nod and focus on him and our dance.

When the song ends, Don pulls me into his arms, and I laugh. I don't notice his gaze shift to Liebgott, who is watching us closely. "Come, let's take a break," Don says, leading me back to our table. "I didn't know you could dance like that, Malarkey. You never cease to amaze me." "That's what I'm here for, right?" I smile at him and nod. "Seems so." I look down at my glass and take a sip. "Thanks, Don. For everything." "No need to thank me, sweetheart." "Sweetheart?" I ask with amusement. "It is what it is, Liv. You can't deny it," he laughs, raising his glass. "Here's to Liv. Easy Company's sweetheart." "Oh, come on," I laugh out now. "You're going to regret those words someday." "I don't think so. Even though it's only been two months, I think I know you better than you think." "Is that so?" "Yep. And as your newly appointed best friend, it's my job to look out for you, sweetheart." I raise my glass as well and bump it against his. "To best friends." "To best friends," he repeats.

"Hey, what are you doing?" then shouts George, pulling up a chair to our table. "I thought I was your best friend, Liv?" "Sorry, Luz, that post has just been taken," Don grins, and I shake my head laughing. "Don't worry, George, I'll find another post for you," I laugh, and he looks at me with mock indignation. "I can't accept that, Sergeant Stark." We all three laugh and call it a night.

13th November 1942 - Camp Toccoa, GA The following week, after Sobel is promoted to Captain and Winters to 1st Lieutenant, Don and I are in line for food. It's a quiet afternoon with lessons, and as a small celebration of the promotions, we have spaghetti today. At least, if you can call it that. Rumor has it that Sobel requested this single-handedly from Winters after he sentenced him to two weeks as Mess Officer.

"I can't believe we're actually getting some real food for once," says Don, standing behind me in line. "You call that something real, Malarkey?" asks Bill, standing in front of me and turning to look at us. "I'll make you something real someday, Don, but this? I don't know what to call it," I grin. When we get to the front, the kitchen soldier turns away from us with the pan. "Hold on, more coming. These guys are packing it away," he says, pointing to the soldiers who already have some food. We wait, and when we have our portions, we sit at a table. "This stuff's orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange," Penkala grumbles, poking at his food. "This ain't spaghetti. This is army noodles with ketchup," interjects Perconte, sitting diagonally across from me. "You ain't gotta eat it," Bill now asks, and Perconte looks at him incredulously. "Oh, come on, Gonorrhoea, as a fellow Italian, you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin."

Suddenly a hand reaches forward from the table behind us. "You don't want it? I'll have it," Hoobler says, and I laugh. "No, no, no, I'm eating here," Perconte returns, reaching for his plate. "Hey, get outta here," now chides Bill, whose plate was also nearly stolen.

I just shake my head and look down at my plate. "Aren't you going to eat?" Don asks me with his mouth full, pointing at my plate. "I don't know, Don. Something's not right here somehow. This is so not Sobel. The weather's not too bad. So why would he give us a quiet afternoon AND spaghetti?" Don shrugs. "Best not to question it at all, kid," Bill says, shoveling in his pasta. I look at the men at my table, all stuffing their food down. As I'm about to put my fork in my mouth, the door is yanked open.

"Orders changed. Get up. Lectures are canceled - Easy Company is running up Currahee," Sobel shouts, and we all quickly stand up. "Move, move. Three miles up, three miles down. Hi yo silver. Let's go, let's go," he continues to call, and I look at Don. "Fuck," I huff and follow the others into the barracks. "It's like you have a sixth sense, Liv," Don grumbles beside me as we change clothes. "It's called female intuition, Don."

A short time later, we run Currahee. I'm happy I haven't eaten anything, but the other men suffer quite a bit. Many of them are throwing up and not in good shape, which spurs Sobel to bring them down even more. "You're a washout, Private Hoobler. You should pack up those ears and go home," he shouts into the neck of Hoobs, who is visibly struggling. But Hoobs is not the only one. "Looks like Gordon's done, aren't you, Gordon? You finished? You do not deserve to get your wings," he shouts to Smokey, running beside me. As Sobel turns away again, I reach out my arm and give Smokey's hand a quick squeeze. "Don't listen to him," I hiss as I hear Sobel taking on Bull. "Thanks, Liv, but that's easier said than done," he whispers back. "I know, but you're just as good as any of us, okay? We can do this. All of us!"

Suddenly, in front of me, I hear George start to sing a song. "We pull upon the risers." Of course, it doesn't take long for all the soldiers to join. "We pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry. We pull upon the risers; we pull upon the grass. We never land upon our feet; we always hit our ass. Hi dee, hi dee, Christ Almighty, who the hell are we? Zim, zam, goddamn, we're Airborne infantry."

It seems Sobel doesn't like this at all because I can see him slow down and then stop in the corner of my eye.

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[riot-writing]

Full Circle, Pt 3

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4, Part 5

Jean starts writing letters his second day of basic. His mother shoved enough envelopes and stamps into his bag to make a post office jealous so he figures he might as well use them. The post only gets delivered to Resembool once a week - and even then Mayor Miller has to borrow a truck to drive to Cratton to get it - so he knows several of the letters will arrive at the same time, but that doesn’t stop him. 

He writes two letters every few days: one to his mother, asking after her and the store and any good gossip that’s come out since his departure, and one to Ed and Al, demanding they tell him what trouble they’ve caused and if they’ve been sleeping at all, or just spending their nights coming up with new ways to rearrange the town or bake bread with alchemy. 

He doesn’t get a reply until his second week of basic, which is fair; the mail only leaves Resembool with the mayor when he makes the trip to Cratton. 

The first letter is from his mother, and it seems normal enough, probably a few pages long going by the thickness of the envelope. The second letter earns him an interesting look from the 2nd Lt passing out mail that Jean doesn’t understand until it’s in his hand. The edges of the envelope are straining from all the paper shoved inside, and it’s been sealed with what has to be half a roll of tape. The return address is the Rockbell house, so Jean figures it’s from Ed and Al, but he can’t come up with a reason for them to have written so much.

Jean takes the letter, thanks the 2nd Lt, and returns to the barracks he’s been assigned to. It’s a large room full of bunk beds that are a little too short for all 190cm of him, and he feels like he has even less privacy than sharing a bathroom with his brother while they were both going through puberty. His bunk is, thankfully, on the bottom, and about in the middle of the room, and the guy that sleeps above him is named Breda. 

“You get yourself a Dear John letter?” Breda jokes from the top bunk. 

He’s been taking their rest day seriously by refusing to get out of bed for anything less than food. 

“Doubt it,” he says. 

Despite his curiosity about the letter from the boys, Jean opens the envelope from his mother first. She spends a couple of paragraphs calling him an idiot for going through with his plan to join the military, then moves on to how the store is doing, though most of what he gets from it is that Davie Albridge still owes the store money and is trying to pay his mother in sweet words and no small amount of flowers pilfered from Mrs Riveta’s rose garden.

She wraps the letter up by complaining that he could have stayed home and married a nice girl. (Jean has no idea what nice girls she’s talking about. The only unwed women in Resembool of an appropriate age for him are Mayor Miller’s daughter Sara, who’s preference has and always will be women; Ila Mosney, a painfully shy young woman who can barely stand to look her own mother in the eye, never mind leave the house; and Temperance Skaggs nee Brant nee Harman nee Warren, a sixty-three year old woman widowed three times over, each husband younger than the last.)

He sets his mother’s letter aside to deal with later, and turns to the second one. When he manages to pry the tape up, Jean finds that the reason the envelope is so thick is because there are several letters stuffed into it. One is from Ed, one is from Al, and one is, surprisingly enough, from Winry. There’s also a photo between two sets of papers. It’s of Ed and Al, both grinning like everything in their world might turn out okay; the back has their names and ages scribbled down in Mrs Rockbells semi-illegible handwriting. 

The first and longest letter is from Ed. He starts off by insisting that they are not getting into any trouble, and that he needs to mind his own business, and that the idea of trying to bake bread with alchemy is stupid. He tries to explain how it is technically possible to do so, but impractical and a waste of time, and then very obviously loses himself in the mechanics of the problem because four of the five pages that make up his letter are equations and half-finished alchemy circles. Jean looks through it all because, while he doesn’t understand even a fifth of the technical jargon Ed’s scribbled down, he is starting to think he either needs to learn the theoretical basics himself or he’s going to get dropped into a bottomless bucket of information he doesn’t know how to process when they’re all living together. 

The second letter is from Al and he spends the first bit of his two pages actually telling him about the mischief they’ve accidentally caused. In no particular order, the Elrics seem to have moved the road between Tarron Henkle’s fields and Baylor Castlelaw’s orchard a hundred yards south, messing up their property line and causing a minor tiff that had been a long time coming between the two anyway; spooked the Roster boys’ sheep into stampeding through their freshly turned vegetable patch; and flooded Mrs Wagner’s garden again. Al also writes that he hopes Jean does well and comes home safe, which. Well. Jean has feelings.

The letter from Winry is less than half a page. Jean wouldn’t call himself a particularly emotional man, but when a little girl takes the time to write you a letter thanking you from the bottom of her heart for taking care of her best friends, he thinks that might be an exception to the rule. 

“You’re girl leave you?” Breda jokes again, leaning over the side of the bunk to see what Jean has. “Who’re the kids? Brothers?”

“Sons,” Jean corrects.

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[mackeydoodledoo]

War and Smoke: Chapter 2

Pairing: Pieck Finger x (Fem! OC): Akaime Shizumi

Summary: Being at war with the entire world is tiring enough. But, you may have just found the love of your life in the middle of it all.

Chapter Warnings: Awkward Romance, Swearing

A/n: n/a

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts. +*+ = Skip

Chapter Theme: My Strange Addiction - Billie Eilish

Tags: @dankeydoodledoo​

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The Cart Titan slowly opens her eyes, finding herself engulfed in a familiar smoke. However, as soon as she sat up, she groaned in pain, with her hopes to get out of the mysterious gas.

"Relax, it's not going to kill you," You explain to her

"Then what the hell are you doing to me?!" She demands to get an answer out of you

Damn... Even angry that sounds hot...

"Healing you," You answer, calmly

A figure turns from the window to see who came through the door.

"You-You can heal too?" She asks

She sits in your cloud of smoke, inhaling it. Compared to how you manipulated it back on Liberio, it was so much more bearable than last.

"Yeah," You say, "I can manipulate smoke to whatever the hell I want it to do."

"Can... Can anyone else do it?" She asks

"My best friend, 2nd in command to the Survey Corps, right below Hange Zoe, can fly," You explain, “Basically a bird.”

“How did that happen... For the both of you?” She asks

“Let’s just say there were a handful of experiments done on the both of us,” You vaguely explain, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to report to Tenkuji as of right now.”

“Who’s going to watch me?” She asks as you turn your back towards her

You stop in your tracks.

“You understand how those devout followers of Eren Jeager will just simply go with whatever they want because its what Eren would want, right?” She asks

“Is the Cart Titan afraid of death?” You ask

“It’s Pieck...” She finally gives you a name, “And no, I’m more worried about those two kids you also brought in.”

“More like they snuck aboard our ship and killed one of our own!” You begin raising your voice

“You attacked us first,” She counter-argues

“If none of you Marleans sent us off to the damn island where you sent pure titans to slaughter us like cattle, maybe we wouldn’t be at war!” You yell, “That girl who died was my best friend...”

Your eyes widen when you realize your voice is echoing off of the walls of the cells. You clear your throat and regain your composure and begin making your way to Commander Tenkuji’s office like you had told Pieck.

“Relax.., Pieck,” Your voice calms down, turning your head over your shoulder, “We aren’t going to kill them...”

"Commander Tenkuji," You knock on the door

"Yo, Akaime, welcome back," She smiles, "You do know that you can just refer to me as Mikuka right? We were cadets together."

"Still respectable to call you Commander, bird brain," You joke, "Where's the feathers?"

"Lately, they've been a lot harder to put away," She sighs, sitting in the chair across from you, "The more I bring them out, the longer and more difficult it becomes to put them away, to pull off the human look."

"Dude, just let them be free," You say, sitting in the chair across from Mikuka, "Thats what they symbolize don't they?"

Mikuka was someone with a special ability like you. Instead of smoke though, she had wings. The left wing was navy blue, the other was white. She was also able to manipulate each feather telepathically.

"Yeah, but after getting recruits after the Battle of Shiganshina, they've been blowing it out of proportion," She groans, "Enough about me, I did speak to Hange earlier, aside from whom we've lost... Including Sasha.... What else happened?"

"I uhhhh..." You begin, "Was able to capture the Cart Titan. Shes in one of the cells in the basement right now."

"You've managed to capture a shifter?!" She asks, suddenly invested, "Nice. But I also take it the soldiers who went wanted her dead then and there?"

"Floch especially," You say, "He was about to make a move until I square punched him in the jaw."

"Oh man that guy doesn't know when to chill," She chuckles

"Hange gave me full permission to have her under my guard," You add

"Thats fine by me, I give you full permission as well," She replies

Mikuka stands from the chair and begins making her way out of the office.

"That's... Not the sole reason why I snagged the Cart Titan," You turn your head over your shoulder

"Oh?" Mikuka stops right at the door, before her hand even reaches the handle, "Then what was the reason?"

"When she... Yes, She. Emerged from her titan, something in me just... Clicked. I don't know what exactly but... Soemthing in me told me, 'Don't get her killed'." You explain

"Do I sense Akaime Shizumi having a crush?" She teases, walking back over, "But also, you do realize how much of a bad idea it is right? That girl could use it against you the next time you go soft for her."

"I'm aware," You say, "But something in me was just... Telling me to not let her die. You understand that feeling?"

"All too well," She agrees

She sits on the corner of her desk.

"What are you thinking?" She asks, breaking the silence

"I want her to see that we're not all island devils," You say, "Even if there's individuals like you and I who... are practically an embodiment of the devil."

"Isn't she also eldian?" She asks

"But she's on the Marlean side," You add, "I'm sure they've influenced her that we're devils."

"I mean, judging how you two had your first conversation since the big fight, she’s been pretty at ease already,” She says

“She added... That those strong followers are with Eren’s will to free Eldia,” You sigh, “Nervous that they’ll just do something anyway. Especially Floch... You know how he goes nowadays...”

“Ugh... Was never and will never be a fan of his,” She sighs 

Mikuka picks off one of her feathers from each of her two-color wings and hands it to you.

“As long as she keeps both of these somewhere on her person, I’ll hear every little thing that goes on,” She explains, “Even if you’re not there, I will be to notify you and physically be there. She needs both of these together for it to work.”

“You’re the best,” You smile

You walk back down to the cells and appear in front of the Cart shifter once more.

“Did your 2nd in command decide that I was better off dead?” She asks

“Damn before you even get to the talk of death, no,” You say, “Just coming back to give you this...”

You present the two intertwined feathers and toss it to her. The wind carrying it towards her. Pieck allows it to fall into her hand but stares blankly at it.

“Wow... Feathers...” Pieck’s eyes travel up too yours

“It’s from Mikuka,” You add, “So long as you keep these on you, Mikuka will hear from as loud as conversation to as subtle as your heartbeat.”

“Why go through all of this trouble for me?” Pieck asks

“Can’t explain why but... I have this interest... In you...” Wa what came out of your mouth

“I’m not surprised,” She sighs, “You’re not the first one who finds me attractive...”

“N-No! That’s not why I- I don’t know why I-” You stumble over your own words

“Guess you’re the one who is stupid,” Pieck giggles

“Shut up already!” You huff

“You’re actually kinda funny when you’re stumbled over your own words,” She slightly smiles

“Ha ha ha,” You roll your eyes, “It’s because I’m embarrassing the hell out of myself isn't it?”

She nods, trying to hide her smile behind her hand.

“Oh ha ha very funny Pieck,” You roll your eyes once more

“Is this how most of you people from the island act when you bring in attractive prisoners?” She asks

“N-nope. Just me,” You continue talking

Just shut up Akaime...

“Keep acting like that maybe I’ll actually open up to you,” She says

“Y-yeah,” You slightly blush, “Whatever you say...”

+*+

Over the next couple of weeks, you had been continuously visiting Pieck down in the cells; bringing her food, keeping her company... 

“Wouldn’t mind if I joined you in here?” You ask

“You got a key?” She asks

“Only a special one to hold shifters like you in,” You say

You slowly begin unlocking the door, watching Pieck very closely, in hopes to not let her take advantage of you. 

“Relax, I’m not going to try and escape,” Pieck sighs, raising her hands up in the air

You shut the door as it ‘clicks’ from the other end. You sit on the other end with your back against the wall.

“You don’t wanna sit next to me?” She asks

“You wanting to flirt while you’re at it?” You joke

“Come and find out,” The corner of her lip curves into a devilish smile

“Listen,” You exhale, feeling your heartbeat skip a few beats, “If this is some ploy to get me to soften up to you, you’re out of luck there Pieck...”

“Well, worth a shot,” Pieck sighs

Awkward silence fell between the two of you; neither of you knowing how to bring up a conversation again.

“You sure are risking a lot of things right now,” Pieck looks at you

“I’m known to take a lot of risks,” You simply answer

“Does that include sacrificing your own people to ensure your own life?” She asks

“That’s their choice,” You sigh, “I'm no captain...”

And I plan to keep it that way...

“So that ginger-haired who runs his mouth about freeing Eldia is captain?” She asks

“Levi would not allow that until his last dying breath,” You sigh, “I hate him... You wouldn’t be surprised if I told you that he actually wants you dead.”

“I’m not... Not in the slightest,” She says

“Didn’t think so,” You reply 

“Getting comfy with the enemy much?” A voice rings out of nowhere

Both you and Pieck jolt at the sudden voice but You ease when it was Mikuka.

“No I’m not Mikuka,” You sigh, beginning to stand on your feet

You knew Mikuka was joking but at the same time, you were beginning to get pretty comfortable with Pieck.

“What is it?” You ask

“Funeral for our fallen in Liberio... Including Sasha Braus,” She says

You follow her out of the cell as you lock the door behind you.

“Will you visit me the same way again?” Pieck asks, out of pure curiosity

“If you’ll allow me that is,” You reply, continuing to follow behind Mikuka

+*+

You did keep your word to Pieck; all the things you never found yourself doing when you were with Mikuka, despite that you and her go way back before your days as cadets, however, with Mikuka being 2nd in command in the Survey corps. You felt alone again.

“So... Let me get this right, correct me if I’m wrong... So, You two were the only cadets that had graduated early?” She asks, “All because Noble one-armed blondie, freaky-one-eyed ponytail and the short but very strong soldier had taken an interest in your skills and abilities?” 

“I love how it’s Captain Levi you refer to as a ‘normal’ person, compared to Hange and Erwin,” You let out a chuckle

“Well, I didn't know their names,” She sighs, “I... Don’t think I actually know your name.”

You stupid dumb bitch...

You realized that you were enjoying every little minute you were spending with her, you cease to realize that you didn't reveal your name to her.

“It’s Akaime,” You finally reveal, “Akaime Shizumi.”

“Akaime... That’s actually a very nice name...” Pieck slightly blushes

You listen to her repeat your name over and over to herself. 

“Don’t wear it out Pieck,” You chuckle

“Wasn’t trying to,” She smiles, bursting into a chuckling fit as well

“This... This has been nice,” You confess, “Ever since Mikuka was appointed 2nd Commander, she’s been super busy doing all Commander-y things. She doesn’t mean to but... It’s like I got left behind...”

“I’ve enjoyed it too,” Pieck confesses, “Takes me back to when times were a lot easier.”

“You can say that again,” You chuckle

“Takes me back to when times were a lot easier,” She repeats herself, resulting in the both of you chuckling together

The chuckling ceases when the both of you hear footsteps coming down towards your location. You were prepared to throw hands with whomever was coming down however, ease when it was Mikuka.

“What’s up?” You ask her

“You’re requested for a meeting,” Mikuka says

You immediately get up and begin making your way towards the door however, felt Piecks fingers slightly brush against yours.

You follow her up to the surface and open the door to the conference room and see Hange, Levi, and Mikuka taking a seat, Zeke sitting across from the three of them.

���What’s... Going on?” You take an empty seat

“I think Zeke has royal blood in his veins...” Hange explains, “And we think he and Eren Jeager will plan on using the founder titans powers to activate the Rumbling to destroy thew world...”

“So You and I are going to bring a handful of soldiers and keep a close eye on him,” Levi looks at yu

“Wait... What?” You ask, “Why me?”

“Akaime, your stealth can help transport Zeke if something goes wrong,” Mikuka explains

“Wait, you’re agreeing to this too?!” You immediately stand from your chair

“Akaime, I know we didn’t ask for your say in this decision,” Hange stands, “But, Mikuka is right. You have the best stealth skill on our corps. It’s only right if you and Levi handle this task as a team. Doi I make myself clear Akaime?”

You slouch yourself into the chair as your face scrunches as you look up at Hange.

“Yes... Commander,” You grit your teeth

Mikuka looks down at her fidgeting fingers as you continue to grit your teeth.

Levi was taking Zeke back to his cell before preparing a wagon and supplies whilst, you, Mikuka and Hange remained behind.

“Don’t think I also have been noticing you growing closer to your own prisoner, Akaime,” Hange adds, “It’s best if you don’t get too close to her. You never know when she’s only using it to betray you later. You remember what happened with Reiner Braun, Betholdt Hoover, and Annie Leonhardt... Right?...”

“Yes I remember exactly Commander,” You continue to slouch

Hange makes their leave from the room, leaving you and Mikuka alone.

“You really didn’t ask me how I was going to feel about this?” You ask her

“But you really do have the best stealth skill in the entire corps,” She states, “But, I didn’t really put the idea of you and Pieck growing closer. that part I din’t really care about. But, Hange is right. I’m beginning to see how much spending time with Pieck is beginning to cloud your job as a Survey Corps Scout. Maybe this would be a good time to spend away from her.”

Mikuka gets up and begins making her way out of the conference room, however, you grab at her forearm.

“Promise me one thing Tenkuji,” You continue gritting your teeth

Mikuka looks down at you.

“Should something happen to Levi and I while we’re out there,” You begin, “Or if Marley comes to the island... Release her... Get her back to her comrades...”

“You’re asking me to risk my own damn ass just to protect your little lover?” She asks

“Please...” You beg

“Fine,” She grits her own teeth, “Just because I also 100% support you and her being together...”

“Thanks, Commander,” You say

“You owe me... At some point,” She makes her exit from the room

You were prepping your horse for travcvel until from the corner of your eye; Mikuka.

“Pieck requests for your presence once more before you depart Akaime,” She says, “I can finish prepping your horse.”

You nod as you hand over the reigns to her as you begin making your way to the cells.

“Hey...” You make your pretense known to Pieck

“You’re leaving... Akaime,” She says, looking up at you from her knees

“Sorry...” You scratch the back of your head, “Commander’s orders...”

“Mikuka?” She asks

“No, Hange,” You answer, “Mikuka was supporting the idea.”

“Makes no difference to me,” She slouches

“You okay?” You ask, coming up on the other side of the cell’s bars

Pieck nearly closes the decently sized gap between you., her and the bars of the cell.

“You’re the only one that really showed me any form of decency in here. Who the hell am I supposed to trust?...”

“Mikuka Tenkuji,” You immediately answer, “I trust her with my life. You don’t have to trust her right off the bat but know I trust her. Only her.”

She nods. You begin taking a step back from the cell.

“I’ll come check on you as soon as I come back,” You say 

Before you could turn to make your back back to the stables, you felt a hand grab at your shirt and pull you back. You felt your lips touch another pair of lips; not realizing Pieck yanked you back for a kiss.

“Come back to me alive Akaime. Got it?” She demands, calmly

You vigorously nod as she gently eases her grip on your shirt. As you make your way back to the stables, your brain tries to process the fact you had kissed the enemy; the woman who had kept your mind reeling: Pieck.

Chapter 3

#female reader #pieck finger imagine #pieck finger x reader #pieck finger #cart titan #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[greenygreenland]

Tired: Omega x Platonic! Slicer! Reader

-Hi I’m back from the dead

-i write for females, keep that in mind (sorry, it's what I'm comfortable with, so I hope you understand!)

-but really, I write in 2nd POV, so you can't tell for the most part

REQUESTED

Summary: You're a former bounty hunter who's also a slicer for the GAAR. You meet Omega by chance.

Tired. That was the only thing that could describe your mental state. Being assigned to mission after mission was no fun, especially when it was solo. You were a civvie slicer, one who the GAAR hired by chance due to your reputation.

By reputation, that meant ex-mercenary-who-so-happened-to-have-a-knack-or two-for-technology. The clones were nice to you though. For the most part, they didn't care about your previous occupation because it wasn't the first time anyone's hired Bounty Hunters for the GAAR.

The low hum of the ship helped to ease your building worries. You wondered what the boys of Clone Force 99 were up to. It was no secret that you were part of the complete package. No one knew how you and them got along when you were a civvie. Being outsiders themselves, they hated anyone who wasn’t part of their group. But not you. You were different. Kind. Caring. Understanding.

That thought made you frown. You missed the boys. They had been gone for at least seven rotations without comming you once. The fact that they promised didn't help their cause either. Were they okay? Maybe one of them got hurt, or worse, killed? Maker forbid such a thing.

"They better come back to me in one piece, or I'll have them begging on their knees for forgiveness..."

Beep, beep, beep!

You jolted upright, swinging your legs out form under you as you hurriedly fumbled for the holoprojector. You tapped a button and the cockpit flooded with a soft, blue light. "Tech!" you cried. "It's been seven rotations! Why haven't you commed me?" He removed his helmet with a sheepish shrug. "We've been busy of course. And it's seven rotations and fifteen hours, meaning--"

"Yeah, yeah." you cut in with a sigh. "I don't like the idea of not coming with you guys on missions. I know you're just as capable--more if you want me to be honest--but that doesn't mean I can't worry."

There was a rustle behind Tech and he looked over his shoulder. Hunter came into view, an apologetic look in his eyes. "Sorry we didn't comm you. With all that's gone down, I wouldn't say we've had the time." You flopped down in your chair helplessly. "I know, it's just..."

Hunter smiled warmly. "Don't worry about us (Y/n)." Tech pushed up his glasses and nodded in agreement. "If there's anyone who we should be worrying about, it's you. You go on solo missions six out of nine times. We have each other but you only have yourself."

"Wow, I feel so much better Tech." You sarcastically muttered. "Speaking of mission, I'm on my next one."

Hunter knitted his brows. "Where?"

"Skako Minor."

"Skako Minor?" they echoed. You nodded. "Something strange is going on there. According to Rex, the Seppie battle plans have been drawn exactly like the ones he used to do with Echo--that’s one of his men." You recalled the face of that fallen soldier. He was always so sweet to you, giving a wave whenever you passed and smiling as brightly as he could. To say you missed the poor boy was an understatement.

"Isn't Skako Minor under the Techno Union?" inquired a coiled voice. Crosshair made his way into the frame and unceremoniously squeezed himself between his brothers. "You better not be going alone." You waved it off. "Even if I did, it’s fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Like the time you nearly fried yourself with a loose wire on that rock in the Outer Rim? Yeah, I don’t think so.” You averted your gaze to the side in embarrassment. No one needed to remind you of that rookie mistake. You could have gotten yourself killed. The watts were off the chart there. “That was one time. I’m a master at this stuff, don't worry. And besides, Cody, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are with me." Cross's brows shot up. "You're working with regs?"

"Don't worry, they're seasoned soldiers from the 501st.” That was the truth, and you meant it. Working under Rex for months made it clear to you. During that time, he taught you a thing or two about mechanics. “General Skywalker’s men are more than capable. So is Cody."

Cross looked doubtful, and you couldn't blame him. This was enemy territory you were sneaking into. It didn’t matter who you had on your side, because anyone could make a mistake.

A deep laugh echoed from over Cross’s shoulder. Wrecker set down his gonk droid, Lula in the other hand. “You guys need to have faith in (Y/n),” he reminded with a grin. “She’s smarter than me, and she’s always kept up with us. Is there anything she can’t do?” Tech pushed his glasses up with a challenging look. “Uh, actually--”

“Just be careful.” Hunter concluded. “We want to see you back in one piece.” You nodded in understanding. “Copy that, Sarge.” He smiled, and it was filled with unsaid words of care. Cross sent you a nod, eyes all mushy and soft while Tech knitted his brows together worriedly. Wrecker grinned, and it was so bright that it could have blinded you.

“Same goes to you Batchers,” you stated seriously. “Come back to me in one piece, or I’ll come over there and kill you myself.” Tech looked like he wanted to comment on that, but he sensed the shift in mood and kept his mouth shut. You memorised their faces as best as you could. It would be a while until you saw them next.

The hologram flickered out and the soft glow of blue hues disappeared. The cold, dim lighting of the ship fell over you. “Well that’s that.” you muttered with a weak smile. Rex patted your shoulder comfortingly. “They really care about you.”

“Yeah. But it wasn’t always like that. I used to be a stranger too.”

The rest of the ride was spent with the occasional joke from Jesse. He made you laugh, and it helped to soothe your worries. But then the ship landed, and you were thrust into a battle zone. You were thankful Anakin made you wear heavier armour today. If he hadn’t, then you probably would have been vaporized on the spot.

“We need cover!” shouted Rex. That was a no-brainer. Being out in the open at the bottom of a ravine was not in the least tactical. “SBDs!” you called. “Twelve o’clock!”

Jesse raced past you. “Get down!” He threw an EMP. It wasn’t as effective as you hoped it would be. If the Bad Batch were here, this situation would have been completely different. You were on your own. There was no cover, save for the piles of smoking durasteel and the very armour strapped to your vulnerable limbs.

You were in a head-on battle.

“I guess we don’t have much of a choice.” You charged forward, tossing a few EMPs as you blasted away. The best you could do was nail them in the head and hope for the best. Jesse was right beside you, with Cody, Kix, and Rex following suit.

“I didn’t think you would be this daring!” called Jesse. You blasted a few droids and kicked another in the head. It fell with a clank and you smothered it in a healthy dose of blaster fire. “I wasn’t about to be bested by a couple of rust buckets!” you retorted with shake of your head. “Come on, we need to get to that tower.”

You made quick work of the droids. You were no Jango Fett, but you managed with the help of the Regs. Cody congratulated your work and motioned for the squad to continue on. “It’s obvious the enemy knows we’re here. I have my doubts on sneaking in, but perhaps we can manage...”

Past the commando droids, through the front door, then up the lift and a little further down a couple halls. Before the mission, Rex had pulled you aside to speak in private. He thought Echo was alive and that whatever was sending out those Seppie battle plans had to be him. But you weren’t about to get your hopes up. Not when so many of your friends long marched far, far away.

You stopped by a door and plugged in your datapad. “I need to slice open the door. I’m not about to challenge fate here with a charge.” Jesse nodded in understanding. “I’d rather come back with all my legs and arms, thank you very much.” He turned to keep guard as Cody stood close to your side. “Is this the control room?”

“Yes.” The door swished open and you disconnected your ‘pad from the panel. “I’ll slice the computer and retrieve the information we need. Rex, I need you for this portion.” He nodded in understanding and followed suit. You connected your datapad to the communications table. A hologram appeared, where dates and names passed by in the blink of an eye.

“You said this might be Echo.” you quietly stated. Rex nodded. “I can’t be sure, but there isn’t another explanation.” You watched as the information scrolled past at the speed of light. There wasn’t anything of use so far. Only old reports, check-ins and...

The scrolling froze. A file opened up, filling the room with a voice you wouldn’t ever forget. It was scratchy and lifeless, but you were sure it had to be the man who went KIA so long ago. “That’s...”

“Echo’s alive.” Rex affirmed. “It--it has to be him.”

“We’ve got company!” called Jesse.

You transferred the file and stuffed your ‘pad in a safe spot for keeping. “In case anything happens, I’m transferring the data over to you.” you stated. “I wouldn’t want to lose any of this.” The two of you rushed out of the room in a frenzy. Blaster fire sounded above, whizzing way over your head as you sprinted down the hall. The lift wasn’t far, only a couple metres. You just had to run a little more and--

BOOM!

Had a droid thrown a charge? You turned to Rex, eyes wide as he turned to face you. With all of the strength you could muster, you shoved him out of the way. Another BOOM!. You turned just in time to see the flash of brilliant reds and oranges.

The force threw you into the transparisteel windows, which spider-webbed out in long cracks. You were suddenly flying out of the four story building. Shards cut past your face and through your sleeves, tearing away at flesh and fabric without an ounce of mercy. If only you had a doshing jetpack.

“(Y/N)!”

You didn’t scream, but Maker did it kriffing hurt. There was a sickening crack, another blinding flash of sharp pain. You held back a cry.

Just be careful. We want you back in one piece.

Your vision faded in and out. Black blurred the galaxy as you knew it.

I'm sorry, boys.

You fell into the painful jaws of darkness.

-----

The first thing that hit your nose was the sterile smell of bacta. Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself staring at the blank ceiling of the medbay. The incessant beeping of the heart monitor caught you off guard. How hard did you fall? Much less, what did you break?

A head of dirty blonde hair peeked over the edge of your bed. Her eyes, wide with curiosity made you knit your brows together. She was young, much younger than any girl here should be. You were about to sit up, but the girl frantically straightened.

"You're not supposed to be getting up." She gently pushed you back down. "You have a lot more than a few broken bones." That was when the pain began to settle. You stilled under the thin medbay sheets. "I need to comm someone."

"Now?" the girl incredulously inquired. "You're hurt, you have to rest first." But that was the least of your problems. Where was Rex? Had he completed the mission? How long were you out? Were Jesse, Kix, and Cody alright? You winced and the girl frowned.

"If it makes you feel better, there were a few people who came to visit."

That didn't make you feel better. It meant they saw you like this, in the most vulnerable state you could ever be in. "Who are you?"

The girl pointed at herself like she'd never been asked that before. "Me?" You nodded. "I'm Omega." She smiled and it was a little shy and toothy. "You've been asleep for a while. I thought you weren't going to wake up for another day." You tensed and pursed your lips together. "How long?"

"A week, I think." Omega said. "But it's okay! You're recovering steadily." That wasn't the issue. Recovering steadily wasn't good enough because you were missing out on a mission you needed to complete. If Echo really was alive, then you had to save him. It was the least you could do after he put his life on the line for you so many times before.

"I have to..." You pushed your aching body up. "I have to go."

"No!" Omega forced you back down. "Even if you could walk, you can't fight."

"But I have to..." The look on Omega's face made you pause. She was so small, and in that little body of hers, she stored up a good amount of worry for you. How could you say no to that? A sigh escaped your lips and you begrudgingly relaxed onto the bed.

Omega's shoulders slumped in relief. "I'll get a your holoprojector." You raised a brow with a watchful eye as she scurried away. She rummaged through a lone cabinet in the corner of the room. Your clothes sat there, belt, holsters, blasters and all. Omega pulled out your holoprojector, closed the cabinets, and handed it to you.

"I washed your clothes too if you're wondering," she said with a small smile. "But don't think about going anywhere! You can't walk with broken legs."

A pit formed in your stomach. You can't walk with broken legs. That wouldn't be true if you had seen the blast. If you had ran faster. Maybe you wouldn't have ended up like this, a mess of bandages, casts, and bacta patches. If only you had seen it coming.

"Hey, (Y/n)?" You didn't question how Omega knew your name. Whoever she was, she had to be a someone to wear Kaminoan jewellery anyway. "What is it?" Your voice was quiet, sad almost. Omega played with a loose thread on her sleeve. "That was very brave of you." She stepped closer to the bed and pulled up a chair. "Captain Rex came by this morning. He told me that you saved him from that blast."

You shifted to meet her gaze as best as you could. The holoprojector weighed your hand down like a ten kilo weight. "I just...reacted. Nothing special to congratulate." Omega shook her head. "No, that's everything. If it were me, I don't think I'd be able to do that."

A pull in your gut told you she meant what she said. Your eyes softened. You didn't meet her gaze. Maybe that was because you couldn't. It was a hard enough fact accepting that you were injured, adding on that you were going soft didn't help your cause.

Omega took it as her signal to give you some privacy and exited the room. The doors swished shut behind her, leaving you in a much needed silence. You tapped the projector. It opened up, bathing the snow white room in soft blue hues.

"Rex." you greeted. "I apologize for my absence." His brows were knitted, eyes all sad and cloudy. He tried to keep a straight face, but you knew better. Of course you did. He was your best friend since the moment you joined the GAAR. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "I should be asking that to you. Are you alright? That fall was..." He paused and it was like he was choking back tears. "I-I'm sorry. If I had just been more careful, then you wouldn't be..."

"Rex, I'm fine."

"You can't walk." he muttered. "And you can't do much on your own. I took away your independence, this is all my fault." You knitted your brows together. His words made your heart ache, and the very thought of what he faced on his own without you didn't help. Your lips pulled into a frown deeper than Kamino's oceans. "That's not all, is it Rex?"

He clenched a fist as if it would help cease his rolling emotions. "E-Echo...if you had seen him. I'm just glad you weren't there."

"Is he alive?"

"Yes."

"Well where is he?" You had to fight the urge to sit up in anticipation. He was alive. That sweet, loving boy who taught you about protocols and manuals. As boring as it was, all those regulations embedded into your mind saved you more than you'd like to admit. He and Fives always snuck up on you whenever they came back from missions, or commed you in the middle of the night.

They both kept you up at night, but you never minded. Now one of those boys who had marched so far away had the chance of coming home.

"Where is Echo?" you inquired. Rex's eyes fell to the floor. "He's...Watt Tambor made him more machine than man. I-I can't..."

The doors swished open.

"...If only we had..." You shook your head. "Rex, there wasn't anything we could do. It was a miracle you found him in the first place."

The doors closed with a low hiss.

"Found who?"

Your eyes widened and you ripped your gaze away from the projection. A set of worn, tired eyes met yours. He looked different from the bottom up. His new armor, black and red with a familiar 99 on it. His smile, though a bit dampened, remained the same. He made his way over to you and took a seat by your bedside.

"Echo?"

"That's me."

You tried a smile, and it was all watery and shaky. "Oh, you've changed." He chuckled. "So have you. I heard about what happened. That was brave of you." No, it wasn't brave. You did it on instinct, without an ounce of hesitation. "It wasn't brave, I just..."

"Who else is crazy enough to jump in front of an explosion without katarn-class armour?"

You could name a few people. Fives, for example. "Whatever. I just--I'm glad you're alive."

He smiled and it was a little broken. "Me too."

---

Before you knew it, you were up and running again. There was no time to walk because you were needed on a mission today. It was completely solo, but thankfully, a simple retrieval mission with little to no chances of a casualty.

You settled in the cockpit, taking in the familiar scents and smells of the well oiled machinery. Mechanics wasn't your strong suit, but you never minded dabbling in it every now and then. Today, there wasn't time to brush up on your beautiful ship. You had a job to do.

The jump to hyperspace was as smooth as ever. There were no creaks, no fumbling through space, and no bursts of smoke. But that was when you heard a crash from the storage room. Last tine you checked, the door had been sealed shut while the weapons and supplies stowed away as they should be.

Had you forgotten to tie them down? A long sigh escaped your lips. "What a pain."

"So is my backside." piped a chipper voice. Your eyes widened. There was no way you heard that voice correctly. Sure, it was young. You knew a few other people with a young voice. Sure, it sounded girly. You knew a couple other female coworkers.

"Sorry I snuck onboard," the voice added. "I promise, I was going to leave, but then you left and--" You swerved the chair around to face Omega head on. She smiled sheepishly, as if it would fix all the problems in the whole galaxy. Maybe it would have if the whole galaxy were as kind as you.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't turn this ship around and bring you back." you stated. Omega fiddled with the hem of her sleeves like it was the most interesting thing on the ship. "You’re short on time?" You resisted the urge to say something snippy in response. The look of uncertainty on Omega’s little face made you feel just the tiniest bit worried.

Maybe that was because uncertainty could get people killed on the battlefield.

"Omega," you placed a hand to your temple, "do you understand what you've gotten yourself into?" This was bad, really bad. Sure, the mission wasn’t as dangerous as it should have been, but intel was like the weather forecast. It was never correct. Taking Omega along with you wasn’t a good idea in any universe, and like Malachor you’d let her into the crossfire.

“I’m sorry.” She wasn’t sorry. “I didn’t mean to sneak aboard.” She definitely meant to sneak aboard. “I just wanted to do something more than...” She let out a short sigh, as if it explained what she couldn’t put into words. “Being on Kamino all the time is so boring. I want to get out and see the galaxy with my own eyes.”

She threw her arms towards the bright blue of hyperspace. You didn’t miss the look of wonder in her eyes, bright as a sun. “There’s more to life than rain and the ocean and the same people I see every single day!”

You couldn’t argue. Omega was right. Even during your recovery, the frustration of not being on your ship doing anything but sitting settled into you every day. You hated being cooped up in one place more than anything. Poor Omega had to put up with it her whole life, it was nearly unfathomable to understand what she felt.

A sharp sigh escaped your lips. “Fine, you can come. But my only condition is that you stay on the ship.”

Omega did not stay on the ship. More than anything, she was curious. She had no clue what dirt was, what kind of plants were carnivorous and deadly, or how to steer clear of all the battle droids.

You raised your blaster and fired at the rust buckets. “This is exactly why I said you should have stayed on the ship! Can you even fire a blaster?” Omega knitted her brows together and eyes the deece at your hip. More than anything, she was curious. Beyond that? Determined.

“No,” Omega replied, “but I’ll try.” She pulled the deece from your hip and peeked over the top of your hiding spot. The long, durasteel crate was just barely holding up. If you were a Jedi, then you’d say it had to be a miracle only the Force knew about.

The deece wasn’t a perfect fit in Omega’s small hands, but it did the job. She aimed at the droids, eyes focused and hands firmly on the weapon. She fired. Once. Twice. Three times. "Did I hit anything?” You fired your blaster a couple times and glared through the smoky haze.

A collection of bolts and durasteel scraps lay in a pile and you couldn’t help but be proud. Either Omega was a natural or she was incredibly strong with luck. Whichever it was, it helped you through the mission, and before you knew it, you were back on the ship with a data stick and an unharmed Omega.

“See, nothing bad happened!” she exclaimed with a grin. You took the blaster from her hands and strapped it back to your hip. “That was luck, I tell you.” Omega rolled her eyes. “It wasn’t! You saw--I was like, pow pow, and you went and hit that guy right in the face!”

“That was because he called me a filthy bounty hunter.” you said, a small smile creeping up your lips. “I can’t say I took too kindly to his harsh words.” Omega let out a laugh and you joined her. 

Tired. That was the first thing that came to mind when you thought of your mental state. Yet with Omega by your side, smiling, and carefree despite all the action, you couldn’t help but feel the electrifying sense of thrill. 

“Say, Omega? If you want to come back, maybe we can figure out how to get you off that rainy excuse of a planet more often.” you said with a small smile. She beamed, throwing her arms around you with a vigorous nod. “Yes! I’d love that!”

“Me too, kid. We just have to figure out how to convince whoever looks after you.”

BONUS:

A tall kaminoan towered over you with her beady eyes. Omega sheepishly played with her sleeves as you stared down the kaminoan. Stupid long necks. Nala Se blinked. “So this is where you have been, Omega.” That soft, cold voice of hers warmed at the sight of the girl. “Haven’t I told you not to run off? I see you’ve gone somewhere far today.”

Omega frowned shamefully. “Maybe...” Nale Se motioned for her to come to her. “If you would like, you may stay with (Y/n) again--if you are out of harms way that is.” She turned to you and you froze, eyes wide. “Wait, what?”

“I am giving you permission to have Omega under your care, as long as she is out of harms way.” You glanced at Omega, who glanced at you and then Nala Se with the biggest grin on her face. “Really?”

“Yes.” Nala Se smiled. “‘Really’.”

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars x reader #star wars bad batch #Bad Batch #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch

[ladyideal]

Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Montgomery Scott x Gender Neutral!Reader

Word Count: 565

Warnings: Mention of alcohol, fluff

Requested By: @mayday1284

30. Babysitter canceled/Family date night

A/n: Thanks for letting me put in a dog. 😭

Woof!

"Aww," You turned your chair around, finding yourself face to face with a dog. "Are you here for your check up?"

The dog jumped into your waiting arms, wagging its tail.

"Now who adopted you?" You cooed, checking your PADD to see when the last check up was since security last found a litter of puppies placed together with the rest of the supplies needed for the ship.

Woof!

You laughed, placing the pup onto the table after carefully elbowing aside the rest of your equipment. "What's this?"

Around the collar, which you now realized was made with braided metal, a piece of paper was stuck on it. Must have been someone from Engineering that got their heart stolen. Yours too, honestly. 

To Y/N,

A little scotch to make the day better. 

A tiny bottle of scotch was tied expertly by the message. Confused, you carefully untied it all and stared at the message. Who was this? You had friends across other departments, and some whom you were closer with. But none of them wrote like this. 

"Who's a good boy? Come here," You rummaged out a sack of treats that came along with the puppies, and handed one to the dog. With a grateful woof, the dog leapt off your lap and out the door. You blinked a few times.

What the hell was that? With a shrug, you turned back to your work again thinking it was a one time thing. The bottle of scotch would do nicely to end the shift on a better note. 

A few days passed and you'd quickly forget about the whole occasion. The captain announced that there was going to be an away mission coming soon, and everyone buzzed in excitement. Throwing aside the safety goggles, you rubbed your eyes tired.

Woof!

Again?

"Hey buddy. What are you doing here again?" You asked, hugging the dog once more. Again, a note was tied on its collar. 

"Damn, somebody must have set yer phaser to stunning! Yer wonderful and beautiful. Hope ye enjoyed the Scotch."

An admirer. That was new. As the dog chewed on its treat, you scrawled a thank you message on a post it note and clipped onto the dog's collar. Watching the tail wag out of the corner, you shook your head. It was certainly an Engineering crew that took a pup in, but you didn't know anyone from there. 

Except…

Snatching the message off the desk again, you grinned to yourself. There weren't that many people who wrote their words like that. Plus, even less that you knew. So when the dog came again with another note hanging onto it, you were ready.

Or so you thought.

Dinner at 7 with me? Meet ye at the bar.

"Alright buddy, let's go." You shook your head, chuckling to yourself. Scooping up the wiggling dog into your grasp, you headed out of your lab, intent on trying to find his owner.

"Rocky. Come here, boy." A familiar voice called out in the distance. 

Rounding the last few corners to the lift, you smirked. Looking embarrassed and being caught red handed, Scotty straightened up from his crouch. "Ah Y/N, about that. The dogsitter canceled."

"I'll return him at seven. Thanks for the roses." Without waiting for an answer, you headed into the lift with a grin. "See you then, Monty."

Things were looking up.

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TUA SERIES PART 4: Diego

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 4:Diego

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.  

This part follows y/n blowing off some steam with Diego being a supportive brother.

You don’t have to read every single part as each focuses on the reader’s relationship with each of her sibings.

But of course to get most of the story, read the whole thing. Besides why would you want to miss out on Hargreeves Siblings content?

A/n: sorry if this took long to update, I lost the master copy of the fic document- well technically, I was and am typing this on an auto-save document but it had glich somehow and when I searched and open the file it was only the first 2 parts. It took a while to find back the most updated document.

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Your blood was boiling.

How dare Luther, your own brother accuse you of killing your own father.

Sure, your childhood wasn’t exactly the healthiest and emotionally suitable for a child but in a weird way your father had shape and trained the 7 of you to be at least somewhat in control of your powers.

Raising superpowered children is no small task.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how far from the academy you had walked.

You stared at the city Harborview, imaging how your life would be different if you hadn’t had these powers.

Peace. That’s what you think you would have. A sense of peace, living a normal daily life- get up, go to work, hang out with friends, sleep in a nice cosy apartment and repeat. No powers.

The final words of Sir Reginald replays in your mind.

‘The end is near, get the others ……and save…..the…..tttiiiimmm’

The end is near, get the others and save the tim- whatever or whoever tim is.

You assumed that it meant his time was up and had wanted the family back together. You had done just that but what had that got you? Indictment for one. A family reunion consisting of 5 emotionally incompetent adults and one trapped in a kid’s body.

Leaning across the railing you shouted. ‘Cosplaying as batman at aged 6 was cute but as a grown ass adult lurking in the shadows is definitely a red flag!’

A chuckle sounded from the corner. ‘Noted m’mam. Will not do it again’ said a deep voice.

To an untrained ear, no sounds of footsteps could be heard.

You, however can as do your siblings. All of who can also identify who is coming based on the sound- each ever have a slight variation, a unique touch.

Luther has the heaviest, loudest footsteps out of everyone.

Allison- quiet and delicate.

Diego has a sense of purpose in his walk- no doubt like the secret agent and superheroes he had always wanted to be.

Klaus is a bit unpredictable; it is either too fast and energetic or soft and slow pace.

Five. He cheats, mostly blipping in and out of places. But if need be, he usually takes leaps or huge steps, always ready to teleport out of any situation in midstep.

Ben. The master of stealth. He always manages to take the least steps, the most effective route between hiding points.

Vanya though without training is actually very good. At times you wouldn’t even notice her near as proven in her countless times secretly watching the rest of you training.

‘I doubt that.’ Turning to face the new arrival. ‘You are the literally embodiment of Vigilante Hero Complex.’

The city lights illuminating his face.

‘Ah! Case in point!’ You pointed at his outfit. ‘You’re even wearing a spandex suit, Diego!’

Diego shook his head, brushing off your teasing aside. He was happy to at least help bring a smile onto your face- even if it was at his expense.

‘How you feeling?’ Even though you all were the same age, Diego can’t deny that the numbering hadn’t had an older sibling protectiveness to come over him- especially when Luther was being a total dick. If only he was in charge, he thought.

‘Better… better now that you’re here.’ You admitted, bothering your brother never gets old. ‘Thanks by the way-for the cheer up.’

You both stayed in comfortable silence it was not until 20 mins later did Diego break it by apologising.

‘Sorry for what?’

He didn’t reply instead he lifted something out of his pocket. It shone against the deep blue waves.

You gasped. ‘Dad’s monocle.’

‘I know Luther believes you took it.’ He let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I’m sorry. I should’ve have confessed instead you took blame for me….’

Wrapping his fist around it he continued, voice getting harsher. ‘I …I just couldn’t you know? After all he did to us? How he treated us? We were just kids!’

He clutched it tighter shattering the glass. ‘He was gone. This was the most valuable things he had- never let it out of his sight….so I thought that this….that by taking this, it would be the closest thing in ever hurting him.’

‘Oh Diego…’ You didn’t know how to comfort someone who is going through the same scenario, a same situation that you yourself need help on.  ‘Dad is gone and…yes he wasn’t the most caring father. But the past is in the past, the only thing we can do now to move forward. Don’t let that define us. Strive to do better.’

‘We tried that once remember? And where did it get us?’ He countered.

‘Better than if we were to have stayed.’ You rebutted. ‘C’mon Diegs. Think about mom. Think about how she constantly reminds us to put our best foot forward, no matter what life throws at us..’

Diego’s face softens, he was always a momma’s boy.

Closing his eyes, he mutters an okay. Then he tosses the bloody cracked monocle into the water. ‘Now, why don’t we go stuff our faces full of donuts.’ You offered. ‘I can handle your typical brooding self but the 2 of us sulking? No can do, what we need is to eat our feelings.’

‘Giddy’s it is.’ Replied Diego, offering you his arm.

‘So I assume you parked 2 blocks from here?’

His eyes went wide. ‘How’d you-‘

‘PPPPlease!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I might have subconsciously wander to this part of town, but I was conscious about a car not so subtly tailing me for 6 blocks.’

‘So you knew I was watching you from the very beginning.’

‘YUPPPP’ Popping the p. ‘At first I wasn’t sure who- nice car by the way, new?

‘A month ago.’

‘Anyway is wasn’t until you started following on foot til I knew.’

Elaborating when you saw his confused look. ‘You walk as if you’re the protagonist in an action film.’

‘I do not!’ He said defensively.

‘DO too!- Thanks.’ Settling down onto the passenger seat as Diego closed the door.

The debate lasted until you reach Giddy’s or so what was left of the store.

‘WHAT THE-‘

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Title: Changes - part seven Word count: ±3000 words Summary “Changes”: Huntress Zoë Sullivan (OFC) crosses paths and swords with the Winchesters, when the brothers stumble on a case she’s already working. When complications arise, they are forced to work together. Summary part seven: Sam finds a perculiar place for him and his brother to spend the night, but can’t get the female hunter out of his mind. What caused her to act the way that she did? Episode warnings: Dark! NSFW, 18+ only! Angst, gore, violence, character death. Description of blood, injury and medical procedures. Demon possession, supernatural creatures/entities. Smut, swearing, alcohol use/addiction. Kidnapping, mentions of torture and murder, illegal/criminal practices. Mentions of nightmares and flashbacks.  Music: The Passenger - Iggy Pop & The Stooges. Author’s note: I couldn’t be more excited to share Supernatural: The Sullivan Series with you. There are quite a few people I want to thank: @coffee-obsessed-writer​​​, @soupornatural​​​ & @mrswhozeewhatsis​​​, who edited the early drafts, and my girls @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish​​​ & @winchest09​​​ who are deciphering the recent version. Everyone who encouraged me to go for it, you are awesome!

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    “No, it doesn’t matter… Any room… Alright… Thank you, sir.” Sam removes his phone from his ear and presses the disconnect button.     That’s settled then; they have a place to spend the night. He’s not sure if Dean is gonna be happy about the type of room, it being expensive as well, but at least he will have a bed.     The younger Winchester shuts the screen of his laptop and puts it away in his backpack beside his feet, then rests his head against his seat. The green neon of the pharmacy sign up the street flickers rhythmically. Dean killed the engine but left the key in the ignition, allowing The Passenger by Iggy Pop & The Stooges to play on the radio. Sam has the urge to change the station, rock is more Dean’s kind of thing than it is his. But as always, he doesn’t, knowing that if he did, he would receive a ‘Dude, don’t change the fucking station’ comment when his brother gets back.

    He closes his eyes for a moment, but makes sure he doesn’t fall asleep. Man, he’s so tired. He feels like he could sleep for days, but a nightmare would probably spoil his moment of rest, just like they have for the last month. He sighs, listening to the cars driving by and footsteps on the sidewalk next to their parking spot. Then he looks outside, watching people hasten to their destination. Ordinary people, men, women, children. All with a certain goal, they seem to know where they’re heading. Business people in neat suits, mothers out shopping, kids hanging around after school. The lives of most of them are so simple. They don’t have a clue what’s really going on, what other world they’re living parallel to. He remembers brief moments of the time he didn’t know. If he had the smallest hunch of what he is aware of now, he would have never begged his brother to tell him. He closes his eyes again and breathes out; what a wonderful world.

    Out of nowhere, a loud bang sounds through the car. Sam almost jumps out of his skin and looks outside, startled, expecting to witness a car crash, but instead, he sees his smirking brother with his fist still resting against the window. Sam rolls his eyes while Dean walks around the car and gets in.     He laughs as he opens the bag. “You were out, man.”     “No I wasn’t,” Sam denies. “Did you get something?”     “Vicodin.” Dean shows off his meds, pops one capsule out of the package and knocks it back.     “Don’t you need a prescription for that kind of stuff?” Sam contemplates.     “Yeah, but the pharmacist was hot,” Dean grins, waving a card with a cell number written on it in the air.

    Sam shakes his head and chuckles; typical.     “Shall I drive? I’m quite sure you’re not allowed when you’re on Vicodin,” he suggests.     “Dude, we face death on a daily basis, and you’re worried about my driving skills after one teensy weensy Vicodin pill?” He glances in his side mirror before he turns his car back on the road.     “Touché,” Sam admits.     “Found a place to stay?” Dean checks.     “Yeah, I did.”

    The black Chevrolet approaches traffic lights on the corner of S. Broadway and 2nd Street Southwest, as Dean looks aside at his brother, his hand resting on the wheel. “Where to?”     “Take a right here, then the second right and a final fifth left. It’s not that far,” Sam explains.     Dean does as told, but gazes at Sam for a moment after he accelerates and makes the turn.     “What are you? A hunter equipped with a global positioning system?” he chuckles.     “I’m surprised you managed to say those fancy words without stuttering,” Sam counters.     “Hey, I’m surprised you still can’tgive out your fake ID without stuttering, you don’t hear me belly achin’ about it,” Dean counters with a grin, secretly enjoying their brotherly banter.

    Five minutes later, they leave the car in a small parking lot next to a three-story red brick building that used to be a warehouse once. Now, purple neon light flickers above the entrance: Deep Purple Inn.     “If the place is as good as the music, this is gonna be a hell of a stay,” Dean comments, glancing through the windshield.     “I thought you just needed some sleep?” Sam refers while he gets out and looks over the top of the car.     “I still do, but Stacy gets off at nine.” Dean closes the door with a smirk on his face.     “Stacy?” Sam asks, puzzled.     “Keep up, man! Vicodin-girl,“ his brother reminds him as he picks up the pharmacy bag from the back seat.     “Right.” Sam looks down at his feet with a chuckle. “And your point?”     He waits for a response while they enter the motel. The Inn is obscurely decorated, purple being the main theme, not surprisingly. The peculiar interior design choices have both the Winchesters frowning as they take in the lobby.     “My point is that while you are out checking on Zoë, I’ll be checking out Stacy,” Dean clears up, after redirecting his attention to Sam.     He leans his left arm on the counter, careful not to harm his shoulder. He beams and raises his brows as his eyes sparkle; seems like he’s gonna get lucky tonight.

    “Can I help you guys?” A young bloke, probably in his mid-twenties, turns his office chair and faces the brothers. He’s dressed in casual clothing with a waistcoat, his black hair is spiked with shiny gel.     “Yeah, we just called in for a room. Is it still open?” Sam checks.     “You probably talked to my manager, but yeah.” He nods. “We have a room left.”     “We’ll take it,” Sam decides as he slips a credit card.     The guy behind the counter gets up and takes the card. Impatiently, Sam checks his phone for the time; it’s four PM. Zoë’s meeting Terry Cliffer in an hour and a half and he wants to be there before she does. His brother, on the other hand, already seems to have forgotten about the argument with their fellow hunter, as he steals his fifth caramel toffee from the counter, puts it in his mouth and looks around to make sure no one saw it.

    “So, you just drove back in from Canada or somethin’?” the desk clerk asks, as he passes the card back to Sam.     “Beg your pardon?” he asks, somewhat dazed.     The young guy captures Dean’s attention as well, because he studies him with the same confused expression, having some difficulty chewing his toffee. They don’t receive an answer, though, at least not a direct one.     “Here you go.” The young guy puts a gift basket wrapped up in glittery transparent paper on the counter.     He places the key of room 301 next to it as Sam reads the card; Just married. Dean frowns when he detects a pair of handcuffs inside, upholstered with purple fluffy fur.     “What is this?” Sam looks from the gift basket to the guy behind the counter.     “You just got married, right?” the counter guy checks.

    Dean chokes on his toffee and coughs as the younger of the Winchesters stares from one to the other, flabbergasted. What did he say?     “Dude! We’re brothers!” Dean corrects with a raspy voice, not having cleared his windpipe entirely yet.     “Is that legal these days?” the young guy returns, disgusted.     “What? No - no - no. You got this all wrong. We’re not married, we just want a place to spend the night,” Sam clears up.     “Nice going, Sam. That sounded even grosser,” the older of the two comments.     “You do know you rented the bridal suite, Mr… Gillan?” he now carefully asks, reading the false name from the screen which he just got from Sam’s credit card.     “You rented the bridal suite?!” Dean exclaims, dramatically.     “It was the only room I could find,” Sam answers, guilty.     Dean rolls his eyes and turns around, lifting his arms from his side in disbelief. “He rented the bridal suite.”     “You brothersstill want it?” the guy behind the counter makes sure, clearly not impressed by all the fuss.

    Sam waits for Dean to approve. It doesn’t take long before he sighs, a frustrated hand gesture combined with an eye roll telling him to settle for the room. Sam takes the key and is followed by Dean, who snatches the gift basket off the counter as he walks by. When he receives a questioning look from the clerk, he turns around to face him.     “I’m expecting company later this evening. Might be needing those,” he points out the handcuffs in the goody bag. “Her name is Stacy somethin’. Make sure she gets in.”    “Will do,” he promises with a slight nod.

    While shaking his head, the older Winchester catches up with Sam, who’s waiting for him at the staircase. He glares at the gift basket and back at Dean, wondering what on earth he would want with that.     “Don’t worry, it’s for Stacy, not you,” Dean assures, as he begins his climb to the third floor.     Sam chuckles, he almost forgot about that. At this moment, however, Dean seems more bugged by being called queer, than happy to have a cute pharmacist over for the evening.     “Can you believe that guy?” Dean turns around at the top of the stairs and looks down on Sam. “Come on, do I give off a gay vibe?!”     Sam halts and looks up, pressing his lips into a thin line to suppress a laugh. Although Dean does his best to be all manly and tough, the thatched basket hanging from his arm gives a different idea.     Dean notices Sam’s strained face, glares skyward and moves on. “Don’t answer that.”

    They conquer three stories and arrive at room 301. Sam turns the key and opens the door, revealing the suite to Dean. He lifts his eyebrows as his brother switches on the lights and walks in. Purple. The walls, the sheets, the curtains, everything is either painted or fabricated a shade of purple. Several spotlights look down at them from the ceiling like tentacles of an octopus, and abstract paintings decorate the wall. The ceiling is the only surface that isn’t draped in the obnoxious color, but it reflects all that is via a giant mirror. The bedposts are made of steel and reach up to the ceiling, seeming to go on in the reflection. Small cushions are carefully made up on the bedspread.

    Dean sets the basket down on the main table near the window as he checks out the ceiling, the huge bed and its poles, imagining watching Stacy hanging from one of those. Or even better, being cuffed to one of those. He sniggers gruffly. They’ve come across their fair share of strange rooms, but this one is off the charts. Either the interior designer was intoxicated with Purple drank or was high on LSD, because no one in their right mind would come up with this.     “This is awesome,” he concludes, amused with the absurdity of the suite.     “There’s only one bed,” Sam notices.     “No shit, Captain Obvious. It’s a bridal suite. Not sure what you had in mind for your wedding night, but if you were thinking separate beds, you weren’t doing it right,” Dean chuckles, sauntering towards the large king size.

    There’s no clever answer following up his comment and Dean looks aside. When he sees his brother’s face, he realizes he hit a sore spot and his smile disappears. Sam might have pictured his wedding already, since Jessica was his longtime girlfriend. He’s quite sure Sam hadn’t proposed yet, but he knows his younger brother; he planned his future. It might have crossed his mind once or twice.     “Sorry, man,” Dean apologizes. “But now that we started on that subject; you don’t sleep, right?”     Sam closes the door behind them and turns at his brother. He decides to let it go.     “Right, not much anyway,” he answers with some hesitation, not sure where Dean is going with this.     “Good, then I’ll take this baby,” Dean sighs and falls down on the bed.     As he lands, a sloshing sound comes from inside the mattress as Dean bounces up and down like he’s riding small waves in a pool. His eyes light up and excitedly stares at his brother; it’s a waterbed.     “This is beyondawesome!” he laughs, rocking it even harder.

    Sam chuckles at the sight of his goofy brother, who has the resemblance of a six-year-old. Oh well, at least he’s able to enjoy the little things. For a brief moment, he thinks about Jess again, like he does countless times a day. Dean’s comment resurfaced some thoughts and feelings. Even though his life was turned upside down less than a month ago by her shattering death, it feels like all the good and normal happened so long ago. The gutting pain is still there and will remain for a long time, if not forever. Losing his girlfriend also created a massive rift between what is and what will never be. A canyon so wide, no bridge can span across. He can never be that college student with a bright future in law anymore.

    His mind shifts to the huntress who they crossed paths with, and he wonders if that same unbreachable gap is the reason why she’s so bitter.     “I still don’t get it,” Sam ponders. “Why would Zoë be dead set on working this case herself?”     “You’re still worked up over that? Oh, Sammy,” Dean shakes his head as he lays back on the covers. “Just accept that she’s an insane bitch and let it go, will ya?”     “But she wasn’t like this. You said so yourself,” the younger brother reminds him. “And what’s the deal with Dad? Did you see how angry she got when I mentioned him?”     “As far as I’m concerned she’s in Dad’s debt. Exorcising that Diligo demon was close to impossible. She’s alive because of him,” Dean states, defensive. “Look, I don’t know what crawled up her ass. I mean, you gotta be a little mad to do the job, but she does it alone and has for four years. That does something to a person. Maybe she saw some shit, got some wires crossed–-”     “Dad did the job alone for years when we were kids,” Sam reminds him.     “He always had us to come back to, Sam,” Dean disagrees. “He has a family.”     Sam narrows his eyes now, peering at his brother through his bangs. “She doesn’t?”

    Dean hesitates now, biting at his lip for a second before he answers, staring at his reflection on the ceiling before averting his gaze to his brother. “I don’t think she speaks to them.”     The younger Winchester frowns. “What makes you say that?”     Dean shakes his head, half dismissing his own thought. “It’s probably nothing, just something she said, or didn’t say, really. My guess is that she’s on her own and has been for a while. Explains why she was crawling the walls with us around. We don’t know what her reasoning is, but we do know she’s crazy, pissed off, not to mention a fucking assassin. Best to leave a hunter like that be.”

    Sam huffs, silently disagreeing. Dean might be glad to be rid of the female hunter, he himself can’t give it a rest, though.     “Knowing you won’t…” Dean stretches his back, wincing when his wounded shoulder stings sharply. “What time are you heading out?”     Sam checks his watch; it’s 4:15. Zoë will probably be at the bar in an hour or so.     “Four-thirty. See how that conversation goes, check on Cliffer’s place, maybe,” he says, still contemplating.     “As long as you don’t interrupt me and Vicodin girl, I’m good,” Dean mumbles carelessly.

    While Dean closes his eyes, relieved that the pain is starting to fade, Sam takes out his laptop and plugs it in. He has fifteen minutes to crack the Olmsted county website he was working on earlier. If he can get his hands on some recent blueprints, he might find a pattern that isn’t visible on the older public maps. He opens a few programs on his laptop and after a bit of work, he manages to get into the back of the website. Just before 4:30, he double clicks the ‘ok’ button and his computer begins to download a zip file, which contains the information he’s been looking for.

    That should do it, but for now, he will make sure Zoë is alright. Why? He’s not exactly sure, but he has a feeling he should. He once mistrusted that ‘feminine intuition shit’ – as Dean likes to call it – and Jessica ended up dead because of it. A hard lesson learned, and although Zoë isn’t nearly as important to him as Jess, there’s something about her that feels familiar, that he needs to protect.     He gets up from his chair and walks to the door, glancing at the bed before he leaves. Dean is fast asleep and as Zoë said earlier, he would need to set off a bomb to wake him up. Returning here later tonight will not be an option with the visitor his brother is expecting, but he can worry about that later. For now, he has some business to take care of. He leaves the room, closes the door behind him, and heads off.

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How I Look On You 002

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

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The Job

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I don't believe no one no more

Boy, show me what you're in it for

Been on the low when it comes to love (When it comes, when it comes to love)

Said, "Do you like how I look or just how I look on you?"

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“Jihun, please handle all my calls while I’m gone and call my mobile in case of emergencies.”

“Yes. Ma’am,” She chirps, periwinkle colored nails tapping steadily on her keyboard. “When can I expect you back?”

“About an hour,” Grabbing my coat, I swiftly slip it on, “I’ll be down at the bank making sure everything is in order.”

“Double checking your account, huh?” She teases, brow raised meaningfully as she peeks over her monitor.

“Of course,” I mumble, buttoning up and straightening my collar, “Those people love to mess my numbers up,” Reaching for my purse, I pause, turning back to her, “Better yet, make that 2.”

“Good thing you’re clear of meetings today.” She chuckles as I stroll by, “Be careful!”

I can’t help but scoff, tossing my hair over my shoulder with a smirk, “I always am.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Kim.” The receptionist must notice the tick in my jaw, quickly checking something on the computer in front of her, “Mr. Lee isn’t here today but I can direct you to our 2nd finest-”

“Please do,” I mumble quietly, already counting the extra 30 minutes that will be added to this whole ordeal.

“He just finished up with his last client,” She tries to soothe, picking up the phone on her desk after punching in a few quick numbers, “Mr. Byun, another client is here to see you. Alright, I’ll send them right away.” Turning back to me, she gestures to the elevators, “Mr. Byun is on the 4th floor, 2nd door to the right.”

“Thank you.” I make my way over to them, sighing inwardly at ache beginning to settle in my heels. 6 years of wearing the same two-inch shoes to work and my flat feet never seem to grow used to it.

Reaching the 4th floor, I step out with light feet, maneuvering around a distracted lady in a suit before knocking politely on the designated door labeled ‘Mr. Byun.’

“Come in,” A deep voice calls. One that brings a shiver down my spine as I twist the knob. Sounds like-

Opening the door, I come face to face with my handsome one night stand; Byun Baekhyun.

His eyes widen in recognition before they narrow; angular jaw ticking in irritation. “Have a seat.”

My brow lifts in challenge, was that an order?

Recognizing the look on my face, he gestures to his desk, “Please.” He clears his throat, a red hue to his cheeks, “Have a seat.”

Shooting him a look, I sit on one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, crossing my legs as he settles into his own seat.

“How may I help you today?” He sets a stack of folders aside, briefly glancing up at me.

“I’m just checking up on a few things.” Catching myself before my eyes linger too long on his slender hands, I focus on the far wall instead. “Making sure the tax money went in and the security of the account.”

Baekhyun asks a few questions and I give him the necessary information, observing his nicely sized office and display of degrees on the wall. A Master’s degree, hmm?

“Everything is in order,” His voice brings me back to the present, my eyes accidentally meeting his, “The taxes went in on time and no unauthorized purchases have been made.”

“Good,” With a little hum, I move to stand, “Thank you, Mr. Byun.”

“-Are you uncomfortable?”

Pausing at the door, I look back at him, “Excuse me?”

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His voice is void of any emotion, steely eyes reflecting my ablaze ones. “Please, feel free to request someone else next time.”

“You think I’m scared of you?” It takes everything in me to hold back a scoff, especially at the amused quirk of his lips. “Really now?”

He shrugs, “Well you sure seem to be shy around a one night sta-”

I hiss at him, making sure the door is completely shut before walking back to his desk with long strides. “If there is one thing I'm scared of,” I meet his eye, “It’s not you, Byun Baekhyun.”

“You sure do know how to be convincing, Kim Chun-hei.” He says my name mockingly, smirking even more, “Running away right after spending the night with me.”

I roughly plant my hands on his desk, “You are really getting on my nerves. One night stands are exactly that.” His eyes darkened the longer I talk, “No waking up next to each other. No sharing breakfast.” I lean closer, slowly pronouncing every word, “Just fuck and go.”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” His question is abrupt, firm and demanding. I reel back as if burned, “What?”

“What if I don’t want to be a one night stand?” He stands up, rounding around the desk as I back up, soon finding my back against a wall. “What if I want to see you more?”

“For sex?” I arch a brow.

A wave of emotions crosses his face before his eyes darken even more. “Yes,” Nodding firmly, he cages me to the wall; all firm, warm and enticing. His brown eyes locked onto my own, “I want you.” He licks his lips, eyeing me meaningfully.

“I have to be back by noon,” I mumble, using all my strength not to waver under his stare.

His brows raise in amusement, that wicked tongue of his once again licking his tempting bottom lip, “Give me 30 minutes.”

I scoff, tossing my head to the side with a roll of my eyes, “As if.”

“Fuck,” I sigh, tangling my fingers in his hair and tilting my head back as he trails kisses down my neck, sucking just enough to barely leave any marks, “Baekhyun.”

He hums in reply, setting me on the counter and rolling up my pencil skirt.

“I still can’t stand you,” I insist, already panting at the feeling of his wandering hand sliding up my thigh.

Baekhyun just smirks, planting a kiss behind my ear that causes my whole body to shake, “I know.”

Feeling my panties getting pulled to the side, I lean back against the mirror, closing my eyes as his cool hand meets my hot core.

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Sighing, I read over a belligerent email for the 3rd time, trying to figure out a way to reassure the recipient. A soft knock at the door pulling me from the censored words, “Come in.”

“Ms. Kim,” Jihun enters, walking with the grace of a cheetah, her blonde hair up in a perfect bun as always. “You have 3 meetings today-”

“Three?” Frowning, I glance down at the folders she sets on my desk.

“With the board directors, the author, and the bookseller.” Noting my sour expression, she raises a brow, “The seller being petulant again?”

“He’s throwing a hissy fit every week,” I groan, running my hand through my hair. “He knows the rules yet insists to bend them, it’s ridiculous.”

She sets down a coffee mug as well before taking a seat, “What’s is it this time?”

“He’s demanding to lead the whole process,” I mumble, squeezing my stress ball. “Because he ‘has the experience’ I don't care how experienced he is! His job is to sell books, not be breathing down mine and our workers’ neck!”

“Experience nothing, he has been working here barely 6 months.” Jihun points out, crossing her legs.

“Exactly,” I sigh, taking a tentative sip of mocha, “I don’t know how to break it to him and not seem...you know.”

“You make twice as much as him and this is your company,” Organizing the folders, she regards me with a level eye, “Tell him straight up either do what is expected of him or find another job. And trust me, you’re offering the most for his position in a 300-mile radius. He will yield.”

“Are you sure?” Eyeing her with a wary expression, I take another sip, “I rather not have to search for another seller at the last minute.”

“I’m positive.” Coming to stand by my shoulder, she assists in typing up a reply, looking it over with firm nods and hums. “If he knows what’s good for his paycheck, he’ll heed this warning.”

“Jihun, you’re the best,” I sigh, relaxing back in my chair.

She smiles, a teasing glint in her eyes, “I try.”

Recognizing the look on her face I shake my head, “No.”

“You sure are glowing these days,” She muses, looking me over as I paint a nonchalant expression on my face. “I’d swear it was a pregnancy aura if I didn’t know you well.”

Strangling a bit on a hot sip of mocha, I set down the cup, eyeing her with blank eyes, “I’ve been sleeping well lately.”

“Yeah,” She breezily agrees, pushing my hair back and revealing the faint trace of a hickey on my neck, “Not alone either.”

Turning a little red I lightly swat her hand away, tugging my hair back into place. “I have been...in good company.”

“Recently too,” She observes; cheeky grin not leaving her face, “Whose the lucky guy?”

Looking down at my mug as if it’ll save me, I give up with a sigh, flicking my eyes back to hers, “Baekhyun.”

“Baekhyun?” Her perfectly shaped brows crinkle in confusion, eyes moving back and forth in thought. Her head pops up; eyes wide, “The guy from the bar, Baekhyun?”

Nodding a little, I groan at the disbelieving look on her face. “Yes, that’s the one.”

“How did you two...” She eyes me with concern, “Meet again? You didn’t leave your number, right?”

Remembering the adorable look of betrayal on his face, I sigh, “Of course not. I met him down at the bank.” Leaning back and crossing my arms, I carefully take in the emotions crossing her face.

Her brow raises, “Investing?”

I wish. “He’s an accountant.”

“An accountant!?-” Glancing over her shoulder at the closed door, she leans closer, whispering, “Wait, so that day you came back an hour late...”

“Yeah?..” Aimlessly clicking around my computer, I inwardly kick myself.

“And you were limping...”

Sighing loudly before rubbing my hand down my face, I mumble in defeat, “Yeah...”

Jihun whistles. “Wow...dick too bomb, huh?”

Giggling despite myself, I nod, easily returning her knowing grin. “You know it.”

By the end of the day, I’ve gone through three more mugs of chocolatey goodness before I’m free. The cool breeze of late fall has never felt better.

Pulling my coat tighter around my form, I march down to the parking garage, grumbling at the bone-chilling wind. Once again a 67-degree, cloudless day prediction by the weatherman has turned into a barely 50-degree overcast horror of strong wind and chances of rain.

Barely three steps away from my car, the winded is knocked out of me; my back soon meeting a stone-cold wall.

“Fuck.” I hiss, glaring up at the chuckling fucker responsible. “Seojun,” I utter lowly; words catching in my throat.

“Hey baby,” He coos, cupping my cheek with an ice-cold hand that leaves me flinching, “Missed me?”

“Funny of you to ask,” I plaster on a bright smile that doesn’t meet my eyes, “Considering the fact that I haven’t even heard from you in-huh-10 months.”

“Aw Chun, you know I have business to attend to,” He pouts, insincerely, grinning like a Cheshire cat afterward, “Modeling isn’t just all about good looks-”

“Get off me.” I keep my eyes focused on the floor, just the thought of meeting his gaze making the last of my lunch come back up.

“What?” He asks as if surprised; unwarranted offense clear in his tone. I clench my jaw to hold back a wince when he grips it painfully tight. “What did you say?”

“She clearly told you to get off her,” Another voice echoes across the garage. A familiar head of obsidian hair rounding the corner to where we are partially hidden from view.

Seojun slightly turns to face the man as I try to hide in the shadows, “And who the fuck are you?”

“Her lawyer,” Baekhyun holds his gaze with a level look, fitting the part with his three-piece suit and a brown, worn-in leather bag tucked under his arm. “I suggest you leave before we press charges.”

Seojun scoffs. “As if anyone would believe some washed-up playboy over a celebrity.”

Baekhyun’s jaw clenches and I am filled with dread of what may come out his mouth.

“Well, they sure will believe hardcore evidence.” My wide eyes flicker over to Jihun as she steps into view; waving her phone with a forced smile on her face, “You wouldn’t want to be labeled as a harasser before your big runway event, hmm?”

Seojun looks between us all and I hold my breath, closing my eyes when he shoves me against the wall before storming away. The instant his footsteps fade, a click of heels fills the garage, “Chun-hei are you okay?”

Sighing out my nose, I open my eyes, “Yeah,” Cracking a grin I avoid her worried gaze and Baekhyun’s questioning eyes, “He was just being an ass.”

“Exes are the worst,” Jihun softly replies, grabbing my arm, “Come on, let’s go to your favorite ice cream parlor.”

“It’s cold as hell,” I whine, jumping when a chuckle caresses the back of my ear.

“Sorry,” Baekhyun emerges, joining my other side as Jihun leads me to my car. “I’m really in the mood for strawberry.”

“Funny how you too share a favorite flavor,” Jihun notes, looking between the two of us with a knowing smile.

“At least we don’t crave pints of green tea on a regular basis,” Unlocking my car, I gently brush away leaves from the window of my red Kia Cadenza.

“At least I know how to try out new flavors to expand my horizon, you uncultured heathen,” She rebukes, crossing her arms.

“It’s actually quite nice,” Baekhyun supplies, blinking when we both turn to him with amused and betrayed eyes, “What?”

“Score one for me,” Jihun singsongs, dancing off to her white Prius.

“Score one for me too,” I huff, stepping into my vehicle. Noting Baekhyun still standing there, I raise a brow at him, “Will you be joining us?”

He grins, “I gladly would, but my car is in the shop, so,” Smiling sheepishly, he shoves his hands in his pockets, “I should be getting home.”

I clear my throat. “Alright.” Disappointment fills my chest and I don’t know why.

He smiles, taking a few steps back before walking away.

“...Baekhyun?” I call.

He turns back, raising a brow and I feel silly for what I’m about to do. But I’ve already begun to seal my fate, so, “Hop in.”

“It’s not that funny,” I mumble at a laughing Baekhyun; carefully pulling his ice cream closer to the center of the table to avoid any accidents. I’m starting to wish Jihun didn’t have to rush back to the company “for reasons.” That sly fox.

“The guy has been working there for less than a year and expects you to hand everything over to him?” He snorts, covering his boxy grin as his spoon dangles from his slender fingers.

“I know right,” Sighing I take another spoonful of ice cream, humming at the creamy goodness, “I’m the CEO and Director, I’m pretty sure there’s no way he can handle both-or even one-of those positions.” Chuckling to myself I dig around for another cherry.

“Wait,” Baekhyun’s suddenly serious tone has my eyes slowly lifting to his, “You’re a CEO?”

Well, shit. “Yeah,” I drawl, taking another bite, “You didn’t know?”

He shakes his head, honest confusion in his brown orbs.

Sitting straighter, I mutter with a blank expression, “I’m the head of Kim Publishing.”

I expected a few things to happen—a gasp; a jaw drop; an exclamation of disbelief—but Baekhyun just leans back with a hand over his face. “Here I was thinking you were a lawyer or an undeniably sexy principal, but a CEO?” He groans, rubbing his hand down his face before peeking at me with eyes filled with a look I know all too well, “You just keep surprising me, Doll.”

“Do you even know my age?” I deadpan, ignoring the slight flutter in my chest.

He looks me over for a moment, “...23?”

I choke a bit on my dessert. “I’m 28.” And I'm flattered, really.

“You don’t look a day over 20,” He smiles, an expression that quickly falls off his lips when I deliberately lick every trace of ice cream from my spoon.

“Trust me,” I purr, leaning over the small table to stare him down and loosen his tie, “I can do a lot more than any 20 year old ever could.”

Baekhyun’s eyes are that dark shade of brown that I adore the most. He slaps a couple of dollar bills on the table before taking my hand and leading me out the parlor. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Giggling, I make sure no paparazzi is around while I'm lead back to the car. Licking my lips when Baekhyun climbs into the backseat and unbuttons his shirt; gazing at me with that knee-weakening smirk.

Leaving every bad memory at the door, I climb onto his lap and let him rock my world, and—ultimately—the car as well.

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A quick author's note:

Hi! Thank you for the support!

This fic may seem very fast-paced—it kind of is—but things will be slowing a bit down for the remaining chapters.

In other words, trouble is coming.

See you!~

#baekhyun smut #baekhyun romance #baekhyun angst #lets see if I can actually finish this in 5 weeks lmao