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mynameismckenziemae · 1 month

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Underestimated

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x You/Reader/OFC

Summary: Being mistreated isn’t uncommon for a woman working in a male-dominated field, but Bob isn’t going to let it slide when he witnesses it happen to you.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (m receiving), p in v, military/mechanical inaccuracies (I’m assuming), misogyny, etc.

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For as long as you can remember, people (men) have underestimated you. Starting with your older brothers thinking you were an easy target, though they quickly learned that wasn’t the case. Next, your math teacher overlooked your intelligence because you were female. Your guidance counselor tried to persuade you away from the Navy after graduation because you weren’t tough enough for the military. The RDC laughed in your face the first day of boot camp, saying someone of your stature would never make it through; it sure felt good to see the smile fall from his face when you received ‘Outstanding’ marks in your physical readiness test.

But just because you were used to being underestimated; doesn’t mean it doesn’t get old.

It’s been two months since relocating to your hometown to be the lead aviation structural mechanic of North Island and none of the men you oversee have warmed up to you. The look of disappointment on your crew’s faces when you were introduced was obvious; your name was gender-neutral so they were counting on a male. You hadn’t expected them to befriend you, but you did expect respect; which was definitely lacking.

“A little help over here,” you call out, struggling to not lose your grip on the intake part you were trying to replace.

“Hello? Can someone help me?” You ask again a few minutes later, muscles trembling as it slides further off your shoulder. Not only would it hurt like a bitch if it lands on you, but it’s also not a cheap part if it bends or breaks.

“Equal pay for equal work, sweetheart. You can’t do the work yourself, you shouldn’t be here,” Jackson, the smug asshole, replies while the others chuckle in agreement.

“Fuck,” you grit out, trying not to panic as it begins to fall. But strong hands are helping you guide it into place. The same hands that have been on your mind since he dwarfed yours when he shook it on your first day.

Your attraction to the rest of him has only grown in the time since, along with your feelings; you adore his sweet, quiet demeanor. Natasha keeps telling you he feels the same way about you, but you haven’t built up the nerve yet to make a move.

“I’ll hold it here while you attach it,” Bob says softly near your ear. Your heart races as you do so, getting close enough that you can smell his signature leather and clean laundry scent.

Bob’s brows furrow as he watches your arms shake from the exertion. “How long were you holding this up?”

“About 5 minutes,” you reply, catching him shaking his head from the corner of your eye.

You’re done a moment later, sighing in relief when you put your arms down.

“Thanks,” you say as you set down your screwdriver and wipe your hands. You can’t help but notice how good he looks in his flight suit.

“No problem. Why didn’t you ask for help?” He asks as he wipes off his own.

“I did,” you sigh. “The boys here uh…aren’t too fond of me being their supervisor.”

“Why not?” He asks, perplexed.

“Because I’m a woman,” you reply with a shrug. “They don’t think I’m right for the job because I ask for help with lifting sometimes. Among other thing so I’m sure.”

His expression quickly turns angry.

“What’s up, Floyd?” Jackson says, smacking Bob on the shoulder. “If you need something worked on, you’re better off coming to me.”

“Why’s that?” Bob asks, shrugging his hand off and turning around.

“Come on, you know a woman’s place is in the kitchen, barefoot and pregnant,” Jackson jokes.

But you’re not laughing. Neither is Bob.

“A woman’s place is wherever the hell she wants it to be, Jackson. I know you’re an idiot but I can’t believe you’re dumb enough to say something like that in front of me, but also your female commanding officer. I haven’t been impressed with the way you,” he stops and looks at the rest of the guys that have gathered around, “any of you have been treating her since she started but refusing to help her is going against direct orders. Not only could she have been injured, but the part she was holding costs more than a year’s salary for you.”

He steps closer to Jackson as he continues. “I’ll leave it up to her if she wants to report it, but if I ever see you disrespect her again, you’ll have to deal with me.”

You’re suddenly feeling hot and flustered as the crush you’ve been harboring intensifies as sweet, shy Bob defends your honor.

Jackson visibly gulps, nodding before he looks at you.

“Go home for the day,” you say with a glance at the clock before you begin to clean up your bay. “All of you are dismissed.”

“Look, I’m sorry-“ Jackson starts but you cut him off.

“Save it, Jackson,” you sigh. “I’m not going to report you, but I will if it happens again.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies before scurrying away.

Bob follows you as you wash your hands in the sink, scrubbing the grease off. “Sorry, if I overstepped. I know you’re more than capable of standing up for yourself. I just can’t-“ he starts but you interrupt him as you dry your hands.

“You didn’t overstep. I appreciate it,” you assure him as you look over his shoulder to make sure everyone’s gone.

You take a step closer, bringing a hand up to play with the zipper of his flight suit.

“Thank you,” you murmur as you pull him to you for a kiss.

He freezes as your lips touch his, but only for a moment before he kisses you back; the tension that’s been building snapping in an instant.

“I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he breathes as you kiss down his neck, groaning as you nip his collarbone.

“Me too,” you murmur against his neck before pulling back to take his hand. “Come on.”

You lead him to the parts room, unlocking the door and pushing him against it once closed, gasping into the kiss when you feel his thick erection pressing against your stomach.

He groans when your hand finds him next, palming him through his flight suit. You shiver before pulling down the zipper, wanting more of those delicious sounds.

“What are-oh God,” he sighs when you fall to your knees, flicking your tongue over the wet spot on his boxerbriefs to taste the precum.

“Wanna taste you,” you say, hands pausing by the waistband of his briefs. “Can I?”

You continue when he nods, gulping when his size is revealed to you. “So big,” you murmur, meeting his eyes as you lean forward to lick the precum beading.

“Fuck,” he whispers before his head falls back against the door with a thump and his hands fist at his sides when you suck him into your mouth.

You bring a hand up to stroke what can’t fit in your mouth and unzip your own coveralls with the other, slipping inside and between your legs to give yourself some relief. Your eyes fall close with a moan as you circle your clit.

“Oh-oh my God,” he gasps when you moan, his eyes zeroing in on what your hand is doing. “Are you touching yourself?”

Your eyes open and take in his wrecked expression before you hum around him.

“Ah…w-wait,” he pants, guiding you off him and to your feet. “I almost-I don’t wanna cum yet.”

You smile as he spins you, pressing you to the door. You shiver as he leaves wet kisses down your neck and whimper when he sucks your nipple through the thin material of your sports bra.

“Next time,” you promise, stopping him as he starts to kneel. “Right now I want you inside me.”

He inhales sharply at your words and nods as he reaches for his wallet, pulling out a condom.

“What are you doing?” You ask with a giggle as he puts it under the light while you slip your coveralls off.

“Making sure it’s not expired,” he replies with a chuckle. “It’s been in my wallet for a few years. It’s good for a few more months yet.”

“Good,” you reply, watching as he rolls it on.

You wrap your legs around his waist when he lifts you and lines himself up to your entrance.

Your mouth finds his as he pushes inside you, and you whimper at the sweet stretch.

“You feel like heaven” he whispers before trailing kisses to your shoulder as you adjust, withdrawing to push back in when you’re ready.

Now it’s your head that thunks against the door as he fucks into you at a steady pace, grunting softly into your neck with each deep thrust.

He pulls back to watch you through lust-heavy eyes as he wets his ring and pointer fingertips before sliding them between you to circle your clit. “Feel good?” He asks, voice husky.

“So good,” you moan, clenching around him as your release starts to build.

“Good,” he nods, “I want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Y-yes! Fuck, I’m close,” you whine, your hands scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

He leans in for another kiss and the change of the angle is all it takes for you to fall over the edge with a throaty moan.

Bob’s hips stutter and he fills the condom with a deep groan when you clench rhythmically around him.

He sets you down gently once you’ve caught your breath, making sure you’re steady on your feet before removing the condom. You pull your underwear back on while he zips up his suit.

“What are you doing tonight?” He asks as he kneels, helping you step back into your uniform.

“I have a date with a load of laundry,” you joke. “Why, what’s up?”

“Think it’d be upset if you rescheduled?” He asks, leaning forward to press a kiss just above your bare knee, then halfway up your thigh as he pulls up the fabric. “You said I could do this,” he places a wet kiss to your clit through your underwear before continuing to rise, “next time. So I was thinking I could pick up takeout and we could have ‘next time’ tonight?”

“I like the way you think,” you reply with a smile, leading the way out of the hangar.

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A/N: Thank you @lexixstewart for the idea (again!) You have such good ideas! I hope you like it!

As always, any interaction is appreciated but I love hearing what you think in comments/reblogs!

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rustycopper4use · 8 months

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Ok, uhm....I've seen someone make a request for poly Ozzie x Fizz x Reader in which the reader is Blitzø's brother, but I got a better one for you! How about (poly ofc) Ozzie x Fizz x Male Reader who is Striker's older brother? Like, maybe he heard about what happened in greed ring and came to apologise on his brother's behalf and maybe offer his services as bodyguard?

Fizz x Ozzie x Male reader!

sorry I went a little bit off the rails but I hope you like it!!

At the beginning you were close to fizzaroli as kids.

you first met him at one of his shows, and you would try to see all his shows. And ended up dragging your younger brother striker to them, much to his protests.

You would spend hours with fizzaroli, him being the only sense of affection in your life. Giving your family’s old fashioned values. His was the escape from it all.

Your father resented the wasted time spent with some lowly circus clown, he would try every thing to make you to stop seeing him. After awhile he even turned Striker against you, which in retrospect wasn’t hard he idolized him.

In the ended up with you sneaking out the house everyday to see the goofy imp.

However that was until the fire. You had been only been able to talk to him when you actually came to the circus.

So one day you went to see him, with a small birthday gift you’d be able to pay for.

only to met with ashes, and burnt remains of childhood memories, it was hauntingly void of life still fresh with smoke.

And you never heard from him again.

You left the gift in the remains. It became a regular thing, you’d leave a small gift every year on his birthday.

A way to remember him, maybe you’d just like the sadness that came with it rather than the bitter empty feeling in your cold aching chest.

Or you’re still in denial, waiting for the day he’ll somehow come back and it’ll be some big cruel joke.

After that you replaced that time with meaningless jobs, helping dad around the farm.

While your younger brother took up kill for hire, you would be along aside for protection, an extra set of hands.

This new attitude brought a sense of pride to the rest of the family.

Your relationship wasn’t the same with your less than functional family. You weren’t ever close to your father or brother but, it got even more distant. Opting for only talking when needed.

One day striker came back from a job beaten bruised, and burned.

As you fixed him up, he whined about his failed attempt, he brought up an all to familiar name.

“Y’know that lowlife clown was such a brat to deal with, and his pathetic friend Blizto-“

“Are you talking about fizzaroli?”

“-Wait no, Fizzaroli’s alive?.”

“Look I don’t care if you had a soft spot for that thing, I had a job and I’m gonna go through with it.”

“You never thought to tell me he was alive!”

“Of course I didn’t, Dad and I knew you were going to act like this, you became a better demon because of us.”

“Get out.”

Striker gets to door before turning back towards you.

“Im not gonna give up this job because you’ve grown weak.”

“Oh I know you won’t.”

He left.

You weren’t sure what to do now. Striker was a stubborn person, he wouldn’t give up till Fizzaroli’s head was on a stick.

Luckily for you. you were just as petty as the snake.

For the next few days you looked for opportunities to work at Ozzie’s. You came across for a listing for a personal bodyguard for Fizz.

You got scheduled for an interview, part of you dreaded seeing him again.

You headed down(up?) to the lust ring. The gorgeous neon lights, against the calming rain.

The Ozzie’s club was nothing short of a spectacle. And the start to your new life.

Ozzie was apprehensive on hiring someone with relations with the demon that kidnapped Fizzaroli in the first place.

But Fizz reassured his worries, he knew you weren’t like him.

The start of this job was- not exactly awkward, but there was this weird air around you three. A few weeks in and you’ve finally settled in, you grew comfortable with the duo and life finally felt back on track.

You still felt guilt for what your brother did, you would always give gifts to fizzaroli as a form of an apology, a better change than what you did for 15 years. You also get into the habit of going above what was asked for even at your own expense.

Even when Fizzaroli explained he didn’t blame you, it was your brother’s actions after all. You settled for buying him flowers every other day.

The two would flirt with you, fizzaroli being more bold, knowing exactly what makes you tick and that special spot that makes you melt.

Ozzie on the other hand, had a different approach. He took on a more romantic strategy, he learned very early on that his voice was your weakness, a few praises and you were a goner.

When striker found out he was pissed. His own brother fooling around with blue blood, how did you turn out like this.

Every time he would show up you always up lovey-dovey just to rub salt in a wound.

Fizzaroli adored it when you’d get riled up and your southern accent would slip. He would purposely push your buttons lovingly just to hear it.

Every time Fizzaroli would want attention you’d always make sure to hold his face given it’s the only part he can really feel now.

Ozzie was the only one that Could cook, and that still didn’t change with you around. Sure you weren’t as bad as Fizz but still.

Fizzaroli would call you a cowboy (affectionately)

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dizscreams · 1 year

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okay i have a broad idea

jealous/protective chad meeks martin x fem reader but they aren’t dating yet just “friends” but ofc it ends with a confession

YEAHH LETS GO !!

Jealous? — Chad Meeks ★

PAIRING: Chad Meeks x fem!reader

SUMMARY: reader has been talking and hanging out with a boy recently and chad gets jealous but it ends in a cute little confession ofc :)

WARNINGS: none !!

He watched with squinted eyes as he stared at you down the hall. You were against a locker laughing with some guy you had met in the Library recently, Isaac. You were supposed to be Chad’s best friend but it feels like he’s being replaced. What he doesn’t want to admit is it’s because he’s had a huge crush on you since high school, and you guys had gotten extremely close since the incident in Woodsboro.

“Dude, if you keep staring you’re gonna burn a hole in their heads.”, Anika joked while Mindy wrapped her arm around her and joined in. “Yeah, I don’t understand why you won’t just tell her you’re in love with her.”

Chad quickly turned to look at Mindy with a puzzled look, “What? I’m not in love with her- were just friends.“

“Sureee ‘friends’ ”, Anika said in air quotes, “I guess you aren’t jealous of her little friend either, right?” She smirked while Chad scoffed. “I am not jealous.” He said matter of factly and looked back at you and Isaac again.

Mindy rolled her eyes muttering a ‘Whatever’ and walked off with Anika while Anika laughed.

He stood there thinking about it for a minute. He wasn’t jealous. All he’s ever wanted is for you is to be happy and safe and protected. Just because he wants to make you feel that way and doesn’t want anyone else to, doesn’t mean he’s jealous!! Or maybe he was just in extreme denial. He huffed out a breath and turned to walk away while giving you another glance.

Isaac was really close to you now, a little too close for Chad’s liking. So, he did the only logical thing he could think of, go up to you and show that prick you’re his. Though it isn’t even official but he’d get to that later. He walked up to you and you noticed him immediately with a bright smile and greeted him, “Chad! Where have you been? I didn’t see you this morning.”

“Sorry I had to help Ethan with some project he’s been working on. We still on for the movie tonight?”

You grimaced remembering you had made plans with Isaac. Chad looked confused then looked at the smirk on the guy’s face. Fucking asshole. “I guess you already have plans?” Chad asked slightly annoyed.

“I’m sorry Chad I completely forgot about the movie. I’ll make it up to you!” You grabbed his hand “You free tomorrow?” Chad slightly frowned but slowly nodded his head. “Yeah, just promise to text me later.” You smiled genuinely, “Of course! See you later.” You let go of his arm and he walked away.

He hated this. He thinks he hates it more than he should, but could you blame him? You guys always hung out, you were always around each other. He could tell that Isaac liked you by the way his eyes darkened when you grabbed Chad’s hand, but Chad couldn’t tell if you liked Isaac. You were always sweet and genuine to everyone and he loved that about you but you were friendly to the point where some might mistake it as flirting.

time skip to the next day

It was all of you hanging out at Sam’s apartment preparing to watch a scary movie. Chad would have preferred it to be just the two of you but he’s just glad he gets to spend time with you, since everything’s felt distant lately. Mindy got the popcorn ready and sat on the couch with Anika and Tara, Ethan sat on a chair by the door, and Quinn and Sam were in the kitchen talking, not really interested in the movie. So that left you and Chad alone on the second couch together. He silently thanked whatever higher being let this happen because it allowed him to put his arm around you when the movie started.

He thought he was being casual about it and glared daggers at Mindy and Tara for giggling at him. What he didn’t see was the grin on your face when he did so. Everyone could tell he liked you, and you liked him too but were a little more subtle about it. The only person you told was Mindy but assumed other people could probably tell with how you acted around him.

All you wanted was him and nobody else, you can’t count the amount of times you’ve ranted to Mindy about him. She always fake gags and rolls her eyes but she can tell you really care for him. If anyone was good enough for her twin, it was you.

Your phone buzzed in your lap and you checked it, it was a message from Isaac. Chad didn’t mean to look at it but he did. What was he supposed to do? It was right there.

Isaac

hey you almost done? I want to see you

Chad was visibly annoyed and you felt his arm tense around you. You looked up at him and gently asked, “Chad? Are you okay?”

“Hm? No, yeah, I’m good. Why?”

You shook your head, unconvinced at his response. “Cmon I want to talk to you about something.” You stood up and signaled for him to take your hand. He gave you a questioning look but took your hand and followed you anyway. You went into your room and heard Mindy whistle at you guys before you shut the door.

He wasn’t sure why but he was nervous. Not wanting to make anything more awkward than it already was, he spoke first, “Is everything alright?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed at his stubbornness and took a step closer to him. You looked at him and he looked everywhere but you. “Why wont you tell me what’s bothering you, Chad? Is this about Isaac?” You grabbed his hand and that plus the name Isaac got his attention. He looked at you with his eyes slightly wide and shook his head. “Isaac? No, of course not, why would you even think that?”

You rolled your eyes, “Chad every-time you hear his name you practically wince. Do you not like him?” He looked away again, “Chad, We’ve been best friends for years now, you know you can tell me, right? I wont take offense to it.”

Friends. He hated that word. He hated when you said it to describe your relationship. He knew you were of course, but he wants more than that. Maybe it was time to finally tell you. He began to speak before being interrupted by your phone’s notifications.

Your phone buzzed again. You tried to ignore it but it happened again and again. You rolled your eyes and took it out of your jean pocket.

“Isaac?” Chad asked you and you nodded before putting your phone on silent and sitting it on your desk. “I’ll deal with him later. Right now I’m focused on you.”

He scoffed at your words and that left you confused.

“You haven’t been focused on me for weeks, Y/N.” his voice was stern, “It’s been Isaac this Isaac that. I need to help Isaac. Oh sorry I’m hanging out with Isaac. You don’t have time for me anymore!” He didn’t mean to raise his voice at you and felt his heart sink at the look on your face.

“I’m sorry-“

“No, you’re right. I’ve been a bad friend to you, Chad and I’m really sorry. I don’t care about Isaac like I care about you. What can I do to make it up to you?”

He smiled and decided the time to ask you out would be now. What could go wrong?

“You could go on a date with me.” His voice was soft and quiet. You perked up and at first he thought your shocked expression was a disgusted one and was going to apologize before he saw the bright smile that appeared on your face. “I’d love to.”

“What? Really?!”

“Yeah, really.” You chuckled at his face. He was really cute when he was clueless. “Did you think I would say no?” Now it was his turn to laugh, “A little bit, yeah.”

You shook your head and kissed his cheek. “Of course not. I’ve liked you for years, dumbass.”

He was even more confused now. There was no way. You liked him? You were an angel, he didn’t think he could attract someone like you, you were perfect.

He looked at you and kissed you softly, you happily returned it and put your arms around his neck. When you both pulled away he kissed your forehead, “I’ve liked you too.”

“You’re hot when you’re jealous by the way, you know that?” you smirked while he scoffed and playfully rolled his eyes. “I was not jealous-“

“Yeah, Yeah, save it” You giggled and it was your turn to kiss him this time. He held your waist and pulled you closer to him. Now, you really were his.

This is lazy but I hope you enjoyed <3

tags: @beary-rambles

#scream 6 #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin #chad meeks #ethan landry #mindy meeks #tara carpenter #anika kayoko

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nnnyxie · 7 months

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Could we get headcanons for masked!Pro!Izuku x Fan!reader??? Masked au as in Hero identities are secret and we‘re besties with Izu and have no idea he is our ‚celebrity‘ crush and we own like tons of merch and a card board cut out and all- idk is that too specific?? Or weird?? Hsbfikskss

OHTMAGDK MY FIRST MHA REQ???? YES!!!

i absolutely adore this idea <3

and baby trust me this is not weird at all!! (i’ve gotten some odd requests, do not fret sweetheart)

y’all have that like— MJ and spiderman dynamic, before she knew he was spiderman. (the tobey maguire ver. first movie ofc ofc) (i love spiderman btw)

anyways.

whenever he hears you gush about your crush on the sweet ol pro hero deku— he always gets all quiet.

you assume that it’s cause he’s letting you rant about how much you adore this hero but nope!!!

our boy is doing his best not to explode!!

he knows that he has fans and he knows that his fans have those small appreciative ‘celebrity’ crushes on him!!

but, you being one of those fans?? you being one of those fans who have that little crush?? it makes his heart swell and stomach churn.

you, dear reader, are so clumsy (projecting…) and you somehow find yourself in trouble quite often!

especially since you quite LITERALLY stumble into danger. like. literally. it just happens. canon event, you cannot stop it! (/ref)

back to the program

i like to think that you guys go shopping together!! cause shopping with friends (wink) is so fun<3

whenever you go out you HAVE to buy merch of pro hero deku!! and he gets all fluttery when you do!!

(also we’re not going to talk about the secret cardboard cutout that he found in your closet when looking for a sweatshirt. he could’ve died right then and there /pos)

now. one day, you stumble in on a drug deal (jfc…) cause you were looking for smthn in your bag and didn’t wanna be in the way of people.

obviously things go awry. the druggie men (one looks like he could be a mafia boss??) grab you and throw you deeper into the alleyway you chose.

luckily our pro hero deku was on patrol! he witnessed the men shoving you to the ground and pulling out weapons.

now, deku doesn’t usually jump straight into fighting, no— he tries to reason first. he tries to convince them to put their weapons down and see that this whole ordeal is dumb. but— this time??

he jumped straight into action. he hurdle himself over the small concrete edge of the building he was on one of the men.

straight up knocked the guy unconscious. dude was out cold. dead asleep. concussed.

this would also be the first of many saves.

the next couple of times were just small things—

like pulling you away from oncoming cars (aka drivers who weren’t paying attention) when he was patrolling in your area

about the,,,,, 7th?? time he saved you— he just couldn’t believe how you were always getting yourself in these situations.

he’ll ask, “how do you keep getting yourself into situations like these?” half serious, half joking

“not sure but, i’m lucky you’re always there to save me,” you’d reply, good lord your heart would racing.

he’ll laugh and sport a blush under his mask. you’ll feel a slight churn in your stomach (not a bad one) because— he sounds so familiar.

you go back home— feeling giddy because he finally spoke to you— yes he’s talked to you before but— they weren’t sentences. they were small ‘be safe’s and ‘watch out’s.

you immediately call up izuku, needing to talk to someone about this. and he’s trying to hide his blush as you compliment the hero, as you compliment him.

it’s a dim, snowy day that he saves you, again. it’s cold and your lips were chapped because the air was dry.

once again, you find yourself in an alleyway. surrounded by ‘villains’.

he, of course, saves you. just like the last time.

“you might need to become a homebody,” he jokes, he’s frustratingly concerned.

“that’d be no fun, how else would i see you?”

where the hell did that come from? that really wasn’t a ‘you’ thing to say.

pls the way you left— you got so embarrassed omg

as soon as you were at home, you, once again, called izuku!! and he went to your house an hour after.

he listened to you rant about how you embarrassed yourself in front of deku and how you could never face him again. you said “i’d rather be shanked by a villain than face him again. i can’t believe i said that.”

you were hot with embarrassment and honestly felt the urge to cry (or is that just a me thing?)

“it wasn’t embarrassing, plus, i’d rather you not shank yourself because of me.”

“what?”

i’m sorry if this wasn’t what you were hoping for <//3

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #deku x reader #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero x reader #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ works — ♡︎

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issacballsac · 9 months

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“Being Apart of The Sk8 Crew„

Just rewatched Sk8 the infinity and now I wish I had friends so ! Gn reader

Joe | “I wanna marry your abs!”

Y’all would meet your first time at S

Obviously you’d be amazed by his skating and even if u don’t like men he’s hot as hell bro don’t lie

One of two things happens

You A. Run up to him and ask abt his skating techniques and such

Or B. He actually walks up to you to talk about your skating(only if ur good ofc💀)

He’s such a dad

If you’re younger than him he’s constantly trying to sound smart/give you wisdom

Sometimes it’s solid advice the other times it’s pure nonsense

If you like to cook/want to learn he’ll happily teach you

If not he’ll settle for a new taste tester

He would def make jokes all the time

Some genuinely funny

He expects you to laugh at all of them even if it wasn’t funny

He’d appreciate it if you didn’t cock block him like everyone else

Despite being quick to take off his shirt he’s very fashionable and takes pride in his looks obviously

If you ever needed fashion advice best go to him!

He’s a pretty laid back guy so you wouldn’t get into arguments often

Would love to skate everywhere but he’s like…got a job and responsibilities so..

Still a great dad friend to have

Honestly would care and worry over you if you got into some dumb shit so don’t do anything stupid and he won’t worry

Joe for the win🗣️‼️

Cherry/Kaoru | A.I. Advancement

You’d meet when he paid a visit to Joe’s restaurant

Ofc you knew of him bc he’s popular but you never MET Kaoru

You def walked in on their date arguing

It was so awkward u were jus like:🧍‍♂️

“Is this a bad time time to visit you?”

“Hey! Kaoru this is [ ], the kid I was talking about.”

“What a peculiar child to willingly hang around you.”

“Whatever you say, Pinky.”

He’s kinda weird with his whole AI stuff but other than that a great friend

Makes snarky comments with you

Unless ur too nice to make snide remarks

Constantly complains abt the angle of your turns

Unironically would show up at your parent teacher conferences(if you’re still in the lower schooling ofc)

Would never admit it but he loves each of his friends and would be genuinely concerned if anything happened

Shadow | Petty Clown

Oh when y’all met you wanted to throw hands

I imagine something similar to his introduction with Reki

Bro straight up threw an explosive in your face???(smoke bomb maybe but still)

He may be petty but you’re pettier(is that even a word?💀)

You found out he worked at a flower shop bc lets be FR he doesn’t look much different outside of S

Lil arguments here lil threats there and you leave with a nice assortment of flowers

Bro side eyes you EVERYTIME y’all cross paths at S😭

After the whole gang is assembled y’all no longer act this way towards one another

Bros the only responsible adult of this group

He def did your makeup once and you broke out the next day💀

“Are you sure you know what you’re doin’?”

“Trust me, kid.”

“I don’t know why but I don’t.”

You try and help him with his relationship endeavors but it never works out😭

He’ll go to the gym with you if you don’t wanna go alone

Gym bros‼️🗣️

Miya | Catty Child

This fucker

Y’all are quite the duo

Annoying ass mfs whenever and wherever you go

If you have any sort of pet it’s his pet now

Bros the animal whisperer

He’d have to be interested in your skating for y’all to become friends

So pretend ur decent or even amazing; however big ur delusion allows itself to be🫡

He’s smart but would invite you somewhere under the premise of studying just to goof around

If he needs a second player for his game bro is gonna drag your ass so y’all can play

Goes shopping with you just to complain about how everything is ugly in the stores

“That’s not cute, who thought selling this was a good idea?”

“Bitch—if you’re going to be negative the whole time go home‼️”

Reki | Redheaded Menace

If you thought you + Miya was a devious duo just imagine you and Reki

Y’all would prob meet second after you and Joe met

Bc he works at a skate shop

And you need skating stuff(you can tell I’m not a skater💀)

If you’re just a good skater and don’t know actual science and shit behind it he’s constantly telling you about it like you care

You guys cruise around together for fun

He made your current board and you’ll never get another one that’s not from him

You teach him any and all tricks/skills you know

Probably took you to his house to give you your current board bc he was working on it in his house and you met all of his family

His mom is just happy he’s got some friends

You become besties with his mom

She gossips abt news and celebrities with you

Claims ur like her other child(forget the rest of them👺)

Makes you lunch bc she’s nice like that

You let him ramble abt stuff he’s interested in even if you aren’t listening fully

Would silently beg you to stay back with him during the hot spring scavenge bc he’s scared

Forces you to watch horror movies with him bc he gets scared and needs someone else with him

Bro would be elated the whole day if you called him cool

Snow/Langa | Canadian Curiosity

Omg he’s Canadian?😦 Seize him!

Obviously being involved with S you would’ve heard of Snow but Reki would’ve introduced y’all before the big news

Bro would shove him in your face as if he’s a shiny trophy(at the beginning ofc)

“This is Langa! New guy from my class apparently he’s interested in skating.”

“Sick—he’s so pale.”

“He’s from Canada.”

“Oh.”

Bro is so oblivious it’s crazy

You gotta like SPELL IT OUT for him if you’re ever alluding to smth

Langa stays hungry and would go out to eat with you anytime

You and Reki would def help him decorate his room bc it’s…bland

It’s not bad but there’s no personality

He tells you abt his favourite dishes back in Canada and y’all try and locate any places in Japan that might sell smth similar

If not you guys attempt to make it yourselves at his house

His mom walks in on y’all ruining the kitchen💀

“Langa I’m…home.”

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey Langa’s Mom!”

Bro is a skating addict and will skate whenever and wherever

Wants to race you like at least twice every week

Loser pays for dinner

You help him with his reading and writing and if you didn’t already know he’d teach you English

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agendabymooner · 8 months

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wild ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

“‘cause when you look like that i’ve never ever wanted to be so bad.”

summary: sylvie came to the realization that a) she couldn't stop smiling at max's texts and b) she's in love with max. she only admitted to the latter when christian horner pointed the obvious. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)(9)(10)(11)

content warning: extremely incomplete piece, max being thirsty, christian horner being cool for once, use of explicit language, "they're just friends" trope, simp!max and simp!ofc, textfic + written (mari's mom = ofc + mari's dad = max)

note: i need to write my essay lolololol chile anyways enjoy xx

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Being allowed to work remotely was one of the best things that could’ve happened to Sylvie. The Haute Couture Paris Fashion Week came around way too quickly yet juggling two works at once was easily managed by her. Thank god for her manager.

As soon as she flew to France to begin her week, her hands immediately turned off her airplane mode to contact Max and Daniel about Marinara. It was saddening having to travel away from the puppy, most of Sylvie’s support system were all at the same location to rest before the Austrian GP while she was in Paris to put on her best resting bitch face while she walked down and impress the front row guests with the newest collection made by the designer. She hated being away from Marinara. Especially when she was in Netherlands with her stupid fucking father that Sylvie called Max Verstappen.

Just as she was prepping for her first show, she immediately called for her manager to ask for her wired earphones. She immediately plugged it in and answered Max’s call.

“I’m only an hour ahead of you lots,” Sylvie deadpanned, leaving Max to screech out in laughter.

“What do you mean? I’m just saying hi,” Max exclaimed. He was in his room, Sylvie assumed.

“Where’s my baby?”

“Right here,” he joked, showing his full face. Sylvie raised a brow, trying to figure out whether to laugh at his face or just ask him again. She did neither and took a screenshot of their FaceTime call— most of which was just his face. Perfect blackmail material. “Just joking. Nara is… with Blue Jaye and Victoria right now. I think Blue’s more excited about the puppy than Vic was.”

“She was just telling me how she was pumped on seeing Marinara days ago,” Sylvie replied while she had her eyes shut, her makeup artist dabbing on some foundation in the process.

“She thought that you’re the one heading here,” Max snorted. “She got too excited with you coming; she didn’t think it’d be a mini you instead.”

“Hadn’t meant to disappoint her that much,” Sylvie rolled her eyes, “glad to hear Jaye’s loving Nara.”

“Oh definitely,” Max nodded, shifting around his room while his front camera showed his moving figure. “It didn’t help that you’re not here though. Can you believe that? Two of my sisters are looking for you instead of me— their own brother.”

“I’d get excited about my sisters too, to be fair,” she held the microphone of her wired earphones close to her mouth as she continued to get her face covered in cosmetics.

“You don’t have a brother,” Max deadpanned. “Even your stepbrothers wouldn’t cut the standards you’ve had.”

“Don’t be too sad about them getting excited about seeing me,” Sylvie snorted before she casually told him, “if it makes you feel better, I’m excited to see you in Austria.”

“Oh real comforting,” Max mockingly sighed. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued, “Sylvie’s excited to see me. Yay Max, I guess.”

“No need to be an arsehole about it, you utter twat—“ she ended the call halfway through. She wasn’t truly offended, she just felt the need to act the part.

She then looked up at the makeup artist as the woman asked, “Calling him back, love?”

“Pft, he can wait,” Sylvie took off her earphones and waved off before she continued getting her makeup done. Hearing a ping, she peered down on her screen and grinned at the text.

Mari’s Dad: I can’t even not laugh at your face when you get upset 😂 anyways talk to u l8r Mustang — send me best pics from miumiu whenever u can!!

Mari’s Dad: also, I am happy to hear that ur excited to see me next weekend 😁 can’t wait to see u!!!

Mari’s Mom: I’m so mad. I literally ran barefoot to the pastry store across the Hotel Ritz before closing and they didn’t even have any strawberry macarons left wtffff

Mari’s Dad: Yikessss 😬😬 do they have any pistachio though

Mari’s Mom: I was going to play with fire if they didn’t

Mari’s Dad: Hey, don’t say that. Be grateful they even sold those pistachio macarons to you.

Mari’s Mom: It’s not everyday they see a supermodel run across the street with no shoes on just because she’s craving for macarons.

Mari’s Dad: Fair enough 🤷‍♀️ maybe you can ask Christian to have some in display at the hospitality?

Mari’s Mom: Hell no 💀 I’m desperate but not that desperate

Mari’s Dad: Still holding a grudge against him? In this economy?

Mari’s Mom: No not really. He just annoys me.

Mari’s Dad: You sound like Toto.

Mari’s Mom: Fear me then, Max 😈😈

Mari’s Dad: I can’t do that when I literally saw you trip and eat shit back when we were six lol

Mari’s Mom: I can’t be arsed with this conversation anymore 😭

Mari’s Dad: Finally out of argument??? 😳😳

Mari’s Mom: Stop being a dickhead and let me enjoy my treats 😭 it’s not easy for us people with anxiety these days and all we want is a tray of macarons.

Mari’s Dad: Fly to Amsterdam then. I won’t bother you anymore.

Mari’s Mom: You won’t bother me in texts but you’d be bothering me in real life 😬 I have three more days before i deal with that.

Mari's Mom: Btw, don’t be fucking stupid with Daniel during the week alright? If I hear from either of you PR managers that you can’t sit through a recording without giving them a headache I’m literally gonna cause problems for Christian— and you do not want ME to cause problems for YOUR team principal of all people.

Mari’s Dad: Damn 😭 why did I get a business talk and why are you telling me this??? Daniel should be the one who should get the PR/marketing talks not me

Mari’s Mom: Lederhosen. That’s all I can tell you. If I hear anything about you two ripping your trousers I’m gonna have to mathematically figure out how you’d do that to a leather piece.

Mari’s Dad: Does this mean you’re wearing a dirndl too???

Mari’s Mom: Of course I will. It’s Austria and it’s Red Bull’s home country. Also, don't push your fucking luck, you’re not allowed to point out that I’m even wearing them.

Mari’s Dad: Yes ma’am

Max: Hey Christian. Out of curiosity, you wouldn’t mind seeing if you can request for some macarons for the Austrian GP right? Some pistachio and strawberry ones, mostly?

Christian Horner: Hello Max. That’s quite a peculiar request but why not. I don’t handle these things but I’ll see what the hospitality manager can do.

Max: Thank you.

Christian Horner: I wouldn’t be shocked if this was all for Sylvie.

Max: I said THANK YOU, Christian.

Christian Horner: Yeah yeah, don’t worry about it lad.

AUSTRIAN GP

Dressed in her Austrian folk wear and a rather fitting pair of shoes for them, Sylvie ensured that the embroidered Red Bull logo remained visible from the waistline of her apron. The dirndl fitted her so well, the tea length dress just reaching her calf. The Austrian Grand Prix was on the go, and this was just her first day after returning from the fashion week. It was Thursday. Most of them had gotten here earlier this week, only waiting for her to arrive.

Just as she stepped out of the garage, many fans had gotten a glimpse of her as they called and asked for her attention. She gracefully did so, waving her hand every once in a while before resting both of her hands behind her back. She wandered off while cameras took her picture as she made her way towards the paddock area.

“Mustang!” Her eyes were trained on the group of people who surrounded her nephew as she made her way towards them. Tilly hadn’t worn her dirndl and it was obvious that Toto hadn’t put on his lederhosen, but Max and Daniel were dressed in folk wear. Soren Wolff was relaxed on Toto’s arms, obviously not feeling anything of discomfort from wearing the little lederhosen that Tilly had slipped on him earlier today.

And while nobody hadn't noticed, Max's eyes were trained on her figure. Shit.

He can die a happy man.

“Oh wow,” Sylvie exclaimed, grinning at the now-bouncing baby in Toto’s arms. “Look at you, my little man. You are sooooo handsome, Soren!”

“Thanks, that’s all me,” Toto joked, grinning at the girl as he continued, “you look very beautiful as well, Sylvie.”

“So I’ve been told by countless photographers,” Sylvie laughed, still waving at Soren as he squealed. Her fingers reached for his tummy, making the baby squirm.

“You’re too late for the party,” Daniel joked. “They’ve told me how hot I was and how willing they were to rip this off of—“

“Mother of god— Daniel,” Tilly groaned in annoyance before swatting the Red Bull driver on the chest. Daniel wheezed, trying to catch his breath as Max and Sylvie cackled. The laughter shared between the two caught the baby off-guard as his dark eyes widened, his head moving to his left and right in confusion.

“Did Uncle Max and Auntie Sylvie surprise you, schatzi?” Toto grinned down at his son. The laughter was long gone, the Mercedes-AMG team principal looking up to see Max peering down at the skirt as Sylvie began frolicking and twirling around.

She was obviously telling Max about how perfectly the dirndl fitted her, but Max’s eyes were drawn on the legs underneath the fabric.

She was gorgeous, indeed, but Max could wash his mouth with soap if he ever mentioned that she was… hot. He wasn’t about to get smacked in the head for telling her how heavenly she looked in both dirndl and clothes she wore when she walked down the runway a few days ago.

And when the Dutchman looked up again, he swore not to get caught by Toto ever again. The Austrian held a glare in his face that told him enough about the dangers of ogling.

Her eyes were sparkling as her mouth chewed on the strawberry macaron, grinning at the taste. She had a diet plan, sure, but eating one or five macarons wouldn’t hurt. She was on a break, after all.

“Don’t finish the whole tray, my love,” she scowled lightly before facing the man who spoke behind her. Christian grinned mischievously as he continued, “Save some for the guests.”

Did she mention she was fairly close to reaching her period days, too?

“I wish I can quit right now,” She murmured while she continued chewing on the food, making her boss laugh lightheartedly. “I’m on a break, Christian.”

“I know— I actually assumed I’d find you in front of the macaron display and look!” Christian gestured to her.

“Does your wife know you’re annoying?” Sylvie shot back.

Christian shrugged, “It’s mostly reserved for you and Toto. I’m glad you’re liking the delicacies though— I know how rough your week went.”

Was she ever thankful to have him as a boss? She actually grew quite fond of him as months went on. Christian Horner was a prat at the very beginning, but she supposed that making him own up to his mistake at the very beginning would eventually make him more cautious and accommodating to everyone.

Sylvie’s scowl disappeared as she swallowed the rest of her macaron and murmured, “Thank… Thanks.”

Christian waved her off, “Don’t thank me. Thank your best friend, if anything.”

“Best friend?” Sylvie repeated.

“Yeah,” Christian nodded, clapping her on the shoulder as he said, “the boy was practically on his knees when he asked to have those for the hospitality. You two have a bad habit of munching on those macarons in every race and between the two of you— Max eats the chocolate and espresso ones more than you do. The lad knows you’d kill for strawberry and pistachio— so maybe let him know you like him too?”

Sylvie pondered what he said for a second. How the fuck did Christian even know Sylvie loves Max? Wait, why was she even openly admitting that she loves him? And Max loves her?

What the hell was going on?

But the words that escaped her mouth was, “He was on his knees asking for macarons in the hospitality?”

“Oh, dear God. You two are just as oblivious as you can get.”

She liked Christian Horner, indeed, but maybe pointing out the most obvious to an oblivious woman wasn't the brightest idea he had ever done. Because now she wasn't only oblivious- she was fucking paranoid and in love.

Talk about playing with fire.

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v-i-r-i-d-i-a-n · 2 months

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GUESS WHAT!! Another post that had a point in the beginning and then I got derailed again 🤪🤪🤪

Thinking about Mike thinking Will had moved on from him,, “joined another party”

Between his calls never going through and Will never trying to reach out, and El telling him everything was fine and she had friends (and that meant Will had to have friends) and their being a girl Will might like-

Mike probably thought he’d moved on, that whatever friendship they had Mike had destroyed, because at this point I don’t think they’d talked about all the stuff that happened in S3, all that they’d done to reconcile was that conversation before the Byers left- why did Mike think that’d ever be enough?? He was stupid to think that? Wasn’t he.

So he’s all awkward and has these pent up emotions because all while dealing with the fact he might’ve lost Will to whatever California friendship, he’s also dealing with the fact he isn’t even sure he loves El anymore- and all these other confusing emotions about said friend he feels like he’s lost-

SO OFC HE GREETS WILL WITH THAT WEIRD ASS SIDE HUG, I MEAN WOULDNT YOU??

And then he see’s the painting that’s apparently for this girl, this person that’s REPLACED HIM. And Will had the balls to bring it with him when they’re coming to the airport to GREET HIM?? And Will gets all awkward when he asks about it so obviously he doesn’t want Mike to know and- when did that start?? When did Will start feeling so uncomfortable telling him things

When did they change so much??

Mike was foolish to think they’d stay the same. That Will wouldn’t find people that were better than him. Better friends, better people. Just better.

And then he ignores Mike all day and Mike tries so hard to ignore him too. To focus on El instead of all these confusing feelings and actions and the way Will can’t even seem to look at him.

And all that time he doesn’t even notice Will feels the same way, like he’s been replaced and like Mike’s moved on from their friendship and AGHRJRHSIDHDHSO THEY MAKE ME WANT TO BITE SOMEONE

And then rink o’ mania happens and- Mike finally gets it. At least somewhat. That Will didn’t know- Will didn’t know how hard he’s been trying to keep their friendship going- Will doesn’t know that he makes Mike feel so weird in his skin- Will…doesn’t..know… and Will didn’t replace him- and Will still wants to be his best friend and fuck. Mikes messed it up again. BUT HE CAN FIX IT THIS TIME

He wasn’t replaced- they both thought they’d forgotten about each other

So he apologizes and they’re back to normal making jokes and smiling at each other and god he missed this, the easier flow of conversation and being able to look at each other again- and even if they’re on the run in a stuffy weed filled pizza van they’re them again and that’s all that matters.

And then he figures out the panting was..FOR HIM??? Which yk, actually makes sense- since if El didn’t have any friends that means Will probably didn’t either but why wouldn’t he let El look at it- did he maybe feel the same?? Did he still need Mike the way Mike needs him- wait… El commissioned it .. .. … ……….. ?????????

Well they’re back to normal right..? Will wouldn’t- lie to him because they’d fixed them. They were them again- so Will wouldn’t lie right???? Right????

…….

Byler does miscommunication RIGHT!!!!!

#stranger things #will byers #byler #mike wheeler #mike wheeler is whipped #Mike wheeler analysis #Byler analysis #I love them so much #THEY ARE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DO MISCOMMUNICATION RIGHT #ONLY SHIP I LIKE IT WITH #BECAUSE GODDDDD #THE ANGST

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rottindecay · 8 months

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YOU ARE SO UNDERRATED I SWEARRR.

If request are open, wound you mind doing a small fic where Hobie is in love with spidey ! y/n but they are still blocked in the past, mssing the people they lost as their canon event. Soo Hobie just comforts them and tries to make y/n see the good parts of the present...that mostly it's Hobie's presence.

THANK YOUUU, REMEMBER TO NOT OVERWORK YOURSELF AND TO TAKE CARE OF YOU !!

𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐇 𝐈𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐋𝐘 💋.

OFC I CAN!! TYSM FOR REQUESTING !

𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 ’s note 1: btw if this wasn’t what u wanted ‘m SO sorry

𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 ’s note 2: (British slang) pillock = idiot

*reblogs, notes n comments are much appreciated >O<!!*

A Little Of Cheering Up From Hobie Brown ! ☆

You’ve been a spider for a while at this point, about a year, meaning your cannon event had already happened. No matter how many days or months passed you were still blocked in the past, still missing everybody that you had lost because of it.

Not too long after becoming a spider though, you started talking to this guy named Hobie Brown. A British punk who loves to talk and joke around with you. He’s with you almost everywhere you are just to hang out with you more. You guys were best friends! well..Hobie thought differently.

not too long after talking to you, he knew then and there he liked- no. loved you. You were just so full of energy and you guys practically liked the same thing. How could he not? You were perfect in his eyes.

One day once you had woken up and started to brush your teeth to get ready for the day, all the memories of your loved ones you lost in your cannon event started to flood in and before you knew it- tears started to flow down your cheeks. You finished up brushing your teeth before setting your toothbrush down and walking back to your bed to continue to cry.

You stayed in your bed crying like that all day long. You didn’t go to the spider society or even answer any calls or messages you may have gotten.

Even hobies.

This rubbed him the wrong way and got a gut feeling to check up on you. He would rather be yelled at for barging in your home then get a message that something bad has happened to you.

He tapped a few buttons on his watch, opening a portal to your dimension. He walked through and stepped on a random building before soon swinging from structure to structure, finding his way to your apartment.

Once he landed on the fire escape, like always, your window was open. Hed normally make a fuss about it but this but this time, he was actually relieved it was open. It was just easier to get in like this.

Hobie slowly started to open it before jumping through the window and taking his mask off with one hand as the other gently closed your window. He looked up and saw your shifting form covered in pounds of blankets before your head popped out of it to see who or what just closed your window.

“..Hobie?”

you muttered as one of your hands came up to your cheeks to wipe away some of the tears still left over.

“Hey luv, I jus’ came ‘ere to see if you were alrigh’ cuz I did’nt see you a’ the socie’y and you ‘avent answer anybody.”

He spoke softly before sitting at the edge of your bed next to you with a small smile on his lips, happy you were safe before noticing your slight red eyes in the dim lighting.

“Are you alrigh’?”

Hobie asks all concerned before shifting his face closer to yours to get a better look, his eyebrows slightly scrunching and his heart aching at the sight. He placed his hand on your knee as his smile from earlier started to slowly fade into a slight frown.

“..yeah, yeah ‘m fine.”

You respond back with a pitiful voice, your gaze shifting away from his.

“I know you’re no’, luv. Cmon..tell me wha’s up. I’ll listen.”

The corner of his lips started to shift upwards slightly as his face stayed close to yours, his thumb drawing circles on your knee.

Your lips quivered as you continued to look away from hobies eyes before taking a shaky breath and spilling everything to him. All the loved ones you had lost in your cannon event, how bad you still missed them and how you just couldn’t move on from them. You loved them too much to do so.

Hobie just sat there, listening along. He didn’t dare say a word before he knew you were completely done. You shedded a lot of tears as you told him your issue, so before you were almost done he put one of his hand behind your head and moved it towards his chest then wrapping his long arms around you. He rested his chin on top of your head and told you that everything was going to be okay while he swayed you slightly as you continued to cry and clutch onto his shirt like it was a lifeline.

Hobe just sat there hugging for for a while before moving away slightly and looking at your face, his smile coming back before his hands went to your cheeks to wipe your tears away.

“Hey. Cmon, let go, yeah? Well have a lil feil’ trip.”

He stood up from your bed before reaching his hand out for you to take so he could pull you up from your bed and swing around your dimension.

You didn’t want to go. All you wanted was to stay in bed crying and rotting away, but the smile on his lips and the look in his eyes just made you reach your hand out and hold his.

“There you go. Get your spider suit on and lets go now, hmm?”

His smile still present on his lips as he walked over to your closet, taking out your spider shit before handing it to you. After a moment of looking at it and back at him, you grabbed it making Hobie happy you agreed.

Hobie turned around with his hands shoved in the pockets of his vest whilst you change from your at home clothes to your suit to give you a bit of privacy. Once you had finished he turned around and looked you up and down before meeting your gaze.

“Lookin’ good as eva.”

He grinned before removing one of his hands from his pocket and messing your hair up a bit, earning a groan from you as you tried to remove his hand away from your hair. This just made Hobie snicker at your response before grabbing your wrist and head to your window, opening it up and help you jump through it as you both stood on your fire escape.

You guys then started to swing from building to building through your city with hobie doing some tricks here and there before looking back at you, even with the mask on you just knew he was smirking at you as if he was challenging you. You hummed with a brown raised before doing some tricks of your own like doing a backflip mid-air then letting yourself fall super close to the ground before shooting a web at some random billboard just in time before your body could hit the ground.

This, of course, made hobies heart drop to his stomach. His eyes on his mask winded when he saw you almost hit the ground before sighing a relief once you shot your web. He looked back over at you with his head shaking as a chuckle left his lips.

You guys just swung around your dimension visiting random places both of you could find, going to your favorite places, exploring, stealing stuff..

It was just all fun!

Lastly, to end the night, you guys sat shoulder to shoulder on a rooftop of some random skyscraper. You two had the perfect view of your city, the sky changing colors from a pink fading into orange to a deep blue since it was almost night time. While you both sat there, you guys were talking about whatever came to mind as you ate food Hobie bought from your favorite deli.

“You see? The people you lost in your cannon even’, you’ll miss ‘em sure, but you’ll always remember ‘em. Can’t jus’ always hold onto the past, luv. There’s always somethin’ to look forward to, like all that fun we had earlier. Am I right?”

He asked with a smirk with his face just inches from yours with his hand finding your knee once more, his thumb drawing lines on it.

You looked down at the streets filled with cars before letting out a sigh.

“..yeah, you’re right.”

You responded, a smile finding its way to your lips when you looked back at Hobie. You two just sat there, looking into each others eyes for what felt like forever before his face started to move closer to yours. He glanced down at your lips before wetting his lips with his tongue.

Then soon enough, you felt his pierced lips on yours.

The hand that was on your knee was now holding your chin to bring your face impossibly closer. The more the kiss continued, the more it progressed. Your tongues exploded each others mouths when one of your hands coming up to hold his cheek.

After a good minute or so you both reluctantly pulled away with Hobie cursing out the human bodys need of oxygen. He smiled as he placed his forehead on yours while whispering an

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Hobart.”

You responded, your words being laced with a giggle with Hobie squinting his eyes at you and his eyebrow raising.

“Oi shut up you pillock.”

Hobie chuckled after a moment before his lips crashed with yours once more.

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Eyes Open - Chapter 8

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Amy Oliver (ofc) Summary: It seems silly to wait a whole week. WC: 2.1K Warnings: 18+ MDNI Canon-typical violence, talk of police work, a blatant show of testosterone, blood, injuries, kissing, making-out, dry humping, a smidge of dirty talk hurt/comfort, slow burn, yearning, idiots friends to lovers, financial stressors, second chance romance, workplace romance (sort of), older love interest, single parents, DID I MENTION THE YEARNING?

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Marcus checks his reflection in the window of Amy’s apartment building one last time, happy to see the swelling around his eye is finally starting to go down. He slips his glasses back on, and checks again, relieved that the black plastic hides the worst of the damage. He must have been something terrible to look at earlier, super strength helping to dull the pain but doing little to hide the gruesome sight of his late-night scuffle. Still, he was pleased with the way the purple had already faded to something more grey, content that the bruise would mostly be gone by morning.

Amy had been justifiably upset when they left the dark confines of the evidence locker, the bright fluorescent light of the precinct giving her a much better view of the damage done. He had tried to wave it off again, making a half-hearted joke about ‘seeing the other guy’ but she refused to laugh, instead marching him straight back to the bathroom, stopping only long enough to grab the first-aid kit from her desk.

“You can tell me what happened now, or I can just read it in the report that hits my desk Monday morning,” she warned, her sharp tone an odd match to the gentle way she cleaned his wounds. It was clear she’d had practice, and he had to fight back the wave of jealousy that her hands had touched anyone else with the same soft touch.

“I miscalculated. I thought Miracle was on his way. Plus I didn’t know Baldwin was still working the case.”

“He sweet-talked Special Crimes. Bought himself a little bit of time.”

It was almost bolstering to hear that Derek was just as desperate as Marcus to put a stop to all of this, even if their methods were so mismatched. Perhaps success wasn’t so far out of reach despite the loss they took today.

“And who made mincemeat out of your face?”

Marcus winced as Amy pressed a cotton ball of alcohol to the worst of his cuts, but she paid him little mind, still waiting for an answer to her question.

“The guy down in holding cell 4.”

She grew quiet after that, her movements slowing just enough to catch his attention. Marcus took care to grab her hands and hold them tight, waiting for her to say out loud what he already knew.

“Amy?”

“…he’ll make bail.”

He nodded, “I’m counting on it.”

It was wrong. Dangerous, even. Stupidly so. It seemed Amy agreed, echoing her plea from earlier, all but begging him to be careful. It had seemed like a good opportunity to kiss her again, and so he did, cupping her cheek to keep her close, as he stole the taste of stale coffee from her lips. When it became apparent neither of them wanted to pull away, laughter broke out between them again, the joyful sound helping to ease the tension that refused to part from this day. After that, Amy suggested he swing by after she got Harris down for bed.

“Seems silly to wait a whole week.”

Marcus couldn’t agree more.

Amy’s home feels just as cozy as it did the week prior, the lights dimmed low and the balcony door cracked open, letting a late spring breeze blow through. They settle together on the couch, curled into each other, the last of the wine Marcus brought Thursday split between them, the sound of the city keeping them company in place of the scratch of Amy’s records.

He's quick to take advantage of the newest state of their relationship, resting the curve of his palm along the bend in her knee, and thrilling at the shade of pink creeping up her cheeks. Not to be outdone, Amy leans over to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, giggling at the tickle of his mustache. He steals one of his own before pulling back, just enough for her to settle into his side, her head finding the space between his shoulder and neck.

“What did you and Harris get up to tonight?”

“Had pizza over at Christine’s then came back home for a few cuddles before bedtime,” she shrugs, a generous sip of wine chasing her answer. “I always say I don’t hate these Saturday shifts until I get home and realize how much time I’ve missed with her.”

“You’re doing great,” Marcus asserts, but without even looking he can see the roll of her eyes and the frown on her face. “You are,” he says again because she is and he means it.

He knows that guilt just as well as Amy does. That all-too-familiar foe that lingers at the back of his mind, a consistent and constant worry that one parent isn’t enough, could never be enough. He wishes there was a way to wipe it from her mind and put her heart at ease, but Marcus knows that the only solution is to remind her again and again.

And so he does.

“You are.”

He feels her nod, a soft brush of her fingers along his chin before settling back onto his thigh, enough of a cue for him to change the subject.

“How mad was Baldwin after I left today?”

“Oh, he quieted down not long after,” she hums, her smirk hidden behind her wine glass. “I think your mere presence is a trigger for him these days.”

Marcus can’t help but grin, something like victory blooming in his chest. He lets out a sharp laugh and squeezes Amy’s knee in reply. “Who’s gonna break the news that he’s about to see a whole lot more of me?”

He’s only half-joking, his lips finding the crown of Amy’s head, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo. It feels almost like a dream – one he had been so reluctant even to consider – and the long list of reasons why seemed so stupid with the weight of her resting against him.

“Maybe we just let him figure it out on his own,” Amy offers, the tips of her fingers drumming a pattern out on Marcus’s thigh. It’s slight, the small wave of nerves shifting out of her. It feels like she needs room – or maybe it’s time – to parse through her words, and Marcus is content to wait for her.

“I just…,” she starts, her breathing shaky along the rim of her glass. “I don’t want things to change.”

He presses another kiss into the crown of her head, this time holding his lips there for her to feel the intent behind them. “It won’t.”

She’s quiet in the wake of his reassurance, leaning deeper into his embrace, her fingers finally stilling where they rest on his leg.

“So you’ll still pop in to awkwardly flirt while I slip you police reports and suspect lists?”

This earns her an amused snort and another kiss, this one to her temple, his lips lingering on the small patch of skin. The feel of it sends a wave of pleasure to the base of his spine, something warm and heady pooling low in his gut. He hums, the sound rough and deep at the back of his throat, the hand on her knee curling tighter to ground him in this moment. He swallows around it, finding his own voice, but just barely.

“My flirting wasn’t that awkward.”

Amy tilts her head to brush her lips along the underside of his chin, her lips parting enough for him to feel her breathe out her gentle tease.

“Debatable.”

Things fall into place quickly after that. Wine glasses find their way to the coffee table, Amy turning up and around, all of her settling in his lap. Marcus takes care to hold her steady, wrapping his hands around the slip of her waist, eyes finding hers as she leans in for a kiss. She gives just as openly now as she did the first time they kissed, her lips smooth where they meet his own. He parts them easily, his tongue melting into hers, the taste of her better than he remembered.

Amy is warm and heavy on top of him, one hand curled into his hair, the other clinging to the back of his neck. Marcus almost feels helpless, gripping tighter to her waistline and pulling her closer and closer still, until he swears he can feel the beat of her heart against his own. The heat between them burns brighter, and with it, his hunger for her. He thrusts up, just once, dragging a moan from her between her lips. He swallows the sound, and trades her one of his own, letting the whole of it fill her up.

Their kisses only grow more frantic from there, a messy press of lips lost in the sound of breathless sighs and hushed pleas. They move together, hips grinding up and down, not nearly enough but still so much in the heat of the moment. Marcus breaks first, gasping for air as his lips pull away. He doesn’t go far, knocking his glasses off and burying his face in the curve of her neck, teeth and tongue finding the salty sting of her skin.

“M-Marcus…I…it’s been so… so l-long….” Her voice is a whisper, strangled and panting in his ear. It's like music, and he can’t help but bite down harder, officially marking her as his. Amy’s words break off, her hips canting down to meet his own.

“Shhh, I know. I know,” he promises, soothing the hair off her forehead, refusing to stop even as she presses her lips to his cheek, her mewls almost silent as tries and fails to beg for more.

It’s intoxicating, knowing he’s making her feel so good; so good he’s stealing the words from her lips, and replacing them with only the pleasure of his touch. He feels light-headed, dizzy, almost lost, his thrusts frenzied but not without purpose. With each drag of his hips, bright white bursts across his vision, his cock painfully hard beneath the weight of Amy. But he doesn’t care.

Fuck, how he doesn’t care.

All he cares about is how she whispers in his ear, her nails biting into his skin, pleading for him to keep going. As if he would dare to stop. He holds tight to her waist, wondering selfishly if she’ll bruise, pulling and pushing her into him as hard as he can. She winds her arms around his neck, muffling her cries in the turn of his neck. He can only guess at how close she is by the tremor in her muscles, legs and arms shaking where they’re wrapped around him. Already he’s thinking of the next time he has her like this, hungry to hear how loud she can be when given the freedom. How exquisite she’ll sound when she breaks around him, and he’ll take care to put her back together.

For now, he’s happy, feverishly so, everything falling by the wayside as she gasps out his name, her body locking tight as her orgasm crashes into her. He talks her through the height of it, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from her that he can.

“I’ve got you. I’m here,” Marcus repeats over and over, in awe at how she chases the wave of relief, seemingly desperate to hold on to how good it all feels. He grabs her chin, guiding her mouth to his with a skilled hand, swallowing the last of the quiet gasps she sets free, until finally, she falls against his chest, completely spent, sated.

Carefully, her body pliant and her breathing even, he tucks her beneath his chin, another kiss gifted to the crown of her head.

“What about…” she starts, her hips dipping forward to meet his erection, but he shakes his head and holds her steady.

“I just wanted to take care of you.”

She takes the admission in stride, her lips pressing to the hollow dip in his throat, her fingers finding a home where his hair curls at the nape of his neck. He thinks maybe he could fall asleep here, the twist of their bodies tangled on her couch, the city sounds floating in through the dark night, Amy’s warmth enough to keep any chill at bay.

But neither of them are want for a night on a couch, and it isn’t long before she’s sliding away from him, casting a quick glance down the hall, ensuring the door to Harris’s room is still closed tight. Satisfied with what she sees, Amy turns her attention back to Marcus, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark. He can’t help himself, pulling her in for another kiss, the palm of his hand cradling her cheek, and holding her close even as their kiss breaks apart.

“I think I like this thing we’ve started,” Marcus whispers, the tips of his fingers finding the patch of skin beneath her shirt, the small of her back tacky with the lightest sheen of sweat.

And then, after a pause, Amy whispers, “Please, be careful.”

And Marcus knew. Without even asking, he knew.

Be careful with me. With us. Please.

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 2

AN: Look, a second chapter! Who would have thought! Masterlist Chapter 1 Chapter 3

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: Some light nudity, drinking ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 2

“A year?” That’s it, he was insane but was she surprised? How many times has the thought crossed her mind this morning?

He nodded, “I could make a year work, I’m sure.”

“I’m so glad you could make a year work but I have a life too. I can’t just sneak a whole ass man into my life and hide him for a year.” She was on her feet again, pacing the room, “Why do you even want to do this?”

“I believe everything happens for a reason.” It was the same nonsense as when he proposed the idea. “And who said anything about hiding?”

“And the reason this happened was a lot of alcohol on your little Las Vegas adventure.”

While they argued about the future of their marriage, he pulled a suitcase from the closet. At least they wound up back in his room though she wasn’t sure which resort his room was in. She hadn’t the faintest clue where her clothes from the day prior had disappeared to, there certainly wasn’t any sign of them in this room.

“I have faith that I saw something in you that made me believe it was the right choice.”

He pulled out a change of clothes- lucky him. Without shame, he shed his boxers. She hated his confidence in his body as she tried to keep her eyes on his face and nothing else.

Everything else was ever so tempting to look at though. If she hadn’t been so drunk she would have been able to close her eyes and remember what being with him was like at least. How unfair to be robbed of the memory of fucking what could be the most attractive man she had been with.

“Again, that thing you saw was alcohol.”

“We’ll agree to disagree.” The simple V neck tee-shirt and denim jeans combo he slipped on flattered his frame though she was more importantly thankful for the fact that it covered his frame. “There’s shops near, I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“You can’t just walk away,” She demanded knowing full well she couldn’t leave that room until she had something other than a ripped wedding dress or oversized men’s shirt to wear.

“I think it’s better if we have a little space to think. Then we can decide what we’re going to do after we’re both dressed and have something in our stomachs. The pills only help so much with the hangover.”

“Breakfast!” Shit, she’d forgotten again. “I’m supposed to meet-”

“I think we’ve got more pressing matters.” He crossed the simple hotel room quickly and grabbed her phone off the bed before she could. It was strange, seeing this slight show of force from him. He’d been so soft until then.

“That’s my-”

“I’m aware.” Across the room, his phone rang after he quickly punched in the digits. “I can’t make you stay but I’m going to go get you some clothes. I would like for us to get breakfast together and make our decision after a bit of time to think and discuss.”

“You really want to not get an annulment?”

“I want to give this a chance,” He confirmed yet again. On his way to the door, he hesitated and looked back at her. “I need to know your sizes, can you message them to me?”

“Yeah, sure.” This was the most ridiculous thing that had ever happened to her.

“For-” he chuckled nervously before continuing, “everything you need me to buy for you to wear today… Including any under garments you need.”

“You’re not- I can’t ask you to- That’s not right-”

“I’m your husband, at least for now. It’s my first husbandly duty of the day.” He smiled at her from the door. He was clearly tired, hungover but there was something in his eyes.

“Is this a joke to you?” She yelled as the door shut behind him.

She glared at the closed door, willing the man to come back so she could yell at him some more. He didn’t and that was probably for the best though if asked she wouldn’t admit it. Silence dragged on as she tried to put her thoughts in order.

Fingertips shook as she selected her sister’s name and pressed the call button. The line rang hardly once before her sister’s voice was in her ear. “Where are you?”

“I’m not going to make it to breakfast.” She wasn’t sure when she decided that.

“I gathered. That’s fine, we got pancakes with all the sprinkles, whipped cream and chocolate chips.” A small voice giggled from near Ashley and Mia couldn’t help but smile.

“Can you keep her for a while longer? I’ve got to clean something up.” Mia walked around the small room as she talked on the phone. She didn’t want to invade Tom’s privacy but curiosity couldn’t be helped.

“Is everything okay?” Ashley was careful to mind her tone, for that Mia was thankful.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” There were clean suits hanging in the closet and polished shoes on the floor. In the suitcase were much more relaxed though she didn’t find a single item purchased at Walmart.

“Try me.”

“I got wasted, have a splitting headache and apparently got married to someone who has designer suits last night.”

“Ha-Ha you’re so funny. Seriously, what’s up with you? Are you okay?”

“I wish I was joking.” the bathroom was stocked with quality products. He didn’t travel planning on using the hotel samples.

“What’s his name? Have you googled him? Are you s-a-f-e?” Ashley asked, spelling out the word ‘safe’ to avoid worrying the little girl at her table.

“I haven’t googled him. I think I’m safe, I don’t know. He’s been nice enough all morning. His name is Tom Hidestone? Let me get the papers…”

“Where is he now?”

“Down at the shops. He said he’s going to buy me some clothes.”

“Do you want me to come get you? I can be on the Strip in-”

“No, I think I’m okay. We’ve still got to talk about things.”

“What’s there to talk about? I’m not finding a Tom Hidestone-”

“Here’s the paper. It’s Hiddleston. Thomas William Hiddleston. He’s British.”

“Googling now. So, you heading to the courthouse to file for annulment?”

“We’re going to get breakfast first and talk some more.” Mia sat on the bed, facing the door and waited.

“What is there to talk about? You are getting an annulment, right? Holy shit- never mind I found him.”

“Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy shit?” Every terrible option ran through her head in a instant, no matter how unlikely.

“He’s an actor. A little bit of a big deal. He’s hot. How the fuck did you bag him?”

“I wish I could remember.”

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Whiskey buzzed in his head. Music pounded and lights flashed. No one recognized him in the dark. Her hands were soft against his body. Long fingers tangled in hair that smelled of flowers.

“Do you feel better?” He had to raise his voice to be heard over the music.

“I do.” She said and he marveled at the fact that somewhere else in the world a woman he thought would be his forever was saying the exact same two words to someone else. He liked how those words sounded from her lips.

Her voice sounded like home. Those words sounded like a promise.

“Can I get you another drink?”

“I’d like that.”

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Hostile Territory - Chapter 13

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 3.2K

Warnings: Nothing new but references to the harassment/injuries from previous chapters

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Day 175:

Leah spent the better part of three weeks on bedrest. She didn't bother protesting for the simple reason that, as much as she hated being still that long, she didn’t want to face Sy.

For the first week, the boys brought MREs to her room three times a day, but when she got sick of the prepackaged food, she made the effort to go down for chow time. She couldn’t stay very long, the noise quickly becoming too much and making her head pound, but she soaked in all the social time she could.

It was a good thing the boys always had something to catch her up on during those ten to fifteen minutes together because it kept her from glancing over at Sy. He no longer sat in his normal spot, instead having moved to a seat facing away from Leah. The only time he had dared to look at her was when Aika ran to greet her on her first day down. Once the shock wore off and he knew Aika wasn’t going to wander off, he’d turned back to his meal.

On the tenth day after the incident, Leah managed to take on a few clerical tasks and by day fourteen, she had gone back to weight training. Her bruises had still been in the late healing stages but they’d no longer caused her any discomfort. Now though, she needed to step up and prove she was fit for duty because they had a big op coming up and Leah was not going to be benched.

There were rumors around base that an army platoon was going to be assisting but Sy had not confirmed anything. He’d apparently been in a particularly sour mood since the incident but there was no telling whether that was because of what happened between the two of them or the rumored newcomers. Or so she told herself.

Leah was headed back inside after a workout and a shower when she bumped into BJ.

“You might wanna go lock up your panties.”

Leah snorted, stopping to shake out her still wet hair to let it dry in the hot sun.

“I take it that means we’ll have some guests soon?”

BJ shifted his rifle around to pull his sunglasses out of his pocket.

“Yeah, we just got confirmation that they’ll be here before sunset. We’ve been ordered to move shit around to free up a couple of rooms for ‘em.”

A wet nose nudged the back of Leah’s hand, making her look down. She immediately smiled, kneeling to ruffle the fur around Aika’s neck. She was growing so fast.

They’d started painting her green a while back. It had been Jer’s idea—well, more like a joke that Sy took seriously—to paint her camo. They were still afraid she would be shot if she ever escaped since they couldn’t give her any sort of army K9 vest and Jer thought the idea of a camo print dog was hilarious. Not that Aika would run away with how attached she was to Sy but he was equally attached to her and he was not willing to take any chances. It was a good thing the only color spray paint they had on hand was green or Jer would most certainly have gone through on his original plan.

“We could probably fit someone on the floor in my room and my top bunk is still free.”

“Shouldn’t be necessary, we’ve got it mostly figured out.”

Leah nodded, standing and patting Aika on her rump to send her back inside.

“Sy asked me how you were healing up.”

Leah whipped her head down, collecting her hair to begin forming a regulation bun. “You better have told him I was in perfect shape,” she said as she straightened. “I better not get fucking benched before the big op.”

BJ just rolled his eyes. “What I wanna know is why he didn’t just check in with you himself.”

Leah schooled her face to stay neutral as she shrugged. “I don’t know.” Maybe if she kept her cool BJ would drop that line of questioning. “He probably figures I’ll just lie and say I’m fine.” She finished smoothing her hair back and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“So it has nothing to do with why you’ve been avoiding each other lately?”

Leah averted her gaze, chewing on her inner cheek. Shit.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed and so have the guys.” Double shit. “They think he feels guilty because he’s the one who made the call to put Hall with your team.”

Hall, the poor guy, was on thin ice with the Captain. He was basically on probation after the op and the slightest hiccup could make or break everything he’d worked for. The guys had been a little distant with him after Leah got out of medical but she’d made them promise not to let his mistake dictate how they treated him.

“I think that’s bullshit and something happened between you two.”

Leah unconsciously looked around to make sure no one was within earshot.

“I didn’t take you for the gossiping type, BJ.”

“It’s not gossiping if you go straight to the source.”

Leah glared at BJ but he just glared right back. When she refused to be the first to break, BJ wrapped a hand around Leah’s arm and pulled her around the corner away from any potential prying eyes.

“Look, if you want to sleep with the boss, that’s on you. It’s your ass on the line.” He paused, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before leaning closer to Leah.

Had it been anyone else, she might have thought he was trying to make a pass at her. He was nervous, there was something uncertain written all over his face.

“I want to think I know what kind of guy Sy is,” he said in a low voice, “but I still gotta ask…”

“I never slept with Sy, okay?” Leah hissed in a low tone. She needed him to drop the subject. Even if she trusted BJ, these kinds of things had a tendency to spread like wildfire as soon as anyone so much as the suggestion that two people were sleeping together.

BJ straightened, taking a deep breath. His expression morphed from worry to anger. “So, what then? Did he do som—”

“Why does everyone keep asking if he tried something?”

Did they all think that little of Sy? Or had she been completely wrong about him?

“Because we care, Leah!” BJ caught himself, looking over his shoulder before he continued. “We fucking care about your infuriatingly stubborn ass even if you try your goddamn hardest to drive us all away. Which, by the way, makes me even more worried that you’re trying to hide something even if I don’t want to believe he’s capable of something like that.”

Leah had the decency to feel ashamed about that. She cared about all of them too even if she tried to deny it at times. The last thing she wanted was to worry the few people who always had her back. Or lead them to believe that Sy had abused his position.

“It’s not like that, I swear,” she said so low it was almost a whisper. She didn’t want to lie to BJ, but she also didn’t really know how much she could safely admit. “He seemed to take my injuries really hard after he saw my ribs in medical. I think it drove home how much of a close call it was.”

BJ nodded, finally relaxing his stance and leaning his shoulder against the wall with a sigh. “Yeah, I saw your plates. Half an inch and it would have been going through your heart.”

That was true. Yet her heart had still been shattered that night.

“I’ll talk to him,” she promised. “He needs to know I’m not taking a back seat on that shared op. Maybe it’ll help him shake out of that mood you think he’s in.”

BJ seemed satisfied with her answer because he changed the subject, dragging Leah up to help the others get the rooms ready for their guests.

Sy hated working on a deadline. Normally, they would gather intel, devise a plan and strike when the moment was right. Now, the right moment had to come within the next twenty-five days.

He’d been informed that they were being sent an army platoon as “support”. Sy didn’t appreciate his higher ups’ way of telling him they were dissatisfied with the speed of his progress but the extra man power—and the accompanying supply truck—would be put to good use all the same.

“Are you Captain Syverson?”

Sy turned away from Aika to find a tall, lean man walking towards him with confident strides. He looked tanned, though unlike Sy, it appeared to be the natural tone of his skin rather than damage from hours upon hours in the scorching Iraqi sun. He hoped this kid had at least some field experience.

“Yessir. I’m guessin’ you’re the man in charge?”

The other officer nodded. “Lieutenant Stroubakis.” The Lieutenant, who Sy guessed was a few years younger than him, extended his hand. “The men tend to just call me LT.”

Sy could easily see why. It seemed that full titles were rarely used when last names had more than two syllables which was why nearly everyone on base called him Sy. Well, everyone except the one person he really wished would call him that.

“I hope you and your men know what y’all are gettin’ into,” Sy said by way of greeting, shaking the man’s hand more forcefully than strictly necessary. “It may be quiet out there right now but don’t make the mistake of takin’ their silence for acceptance. Our presence is barely tolerated by the locals as it is and seeing four new humvees rollin’ in is bound to stir up some shit. Y’all need to keep your heads on a swivel.”

Sensing the slight hostility in the words, the Lieutenant lifted his chin. “Then let’s talk about what it is we are here to do so that we can all get out of your hair.”

The slight tipping of Sy’s head was the only indication for the Lieutenant to follow him as he walked into the building. “From what I heard, you’re gunnin’ for a promotion.”

“Is that all they told you about why we’re here?”

It wasn’t, but it may as well have been. He didn’t want some hotshot putting his men at risk while trying to impress the higher ups. Officers made all kinds of rash or reckless decisions in the name of advancing their careers and they were rarely the ones to pay for them with their lives.

Sy paused outside his office door, turning to face the Lieutenant. “I was told that your men respect you and that ya get the job done but I tend to reserve judgment until I see for my—.”

“Niki?”

Sy immediately looked down the hall towards the source of the sweet voice he’d missed hearing in the last month.

“Oh my god, it is you!”

The young man barely had time to brace himself before a small body slammed into his chest. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his arms around Leah’s waist and pressed his nose into her hair.

“Hey, Killer,” he whispered, closing his eyes for a moment and basking in the unexpected comfort of a familiar embrace.

Leah was perched on the very tip of her toes, gripping the collar of the Lieutenant’s—Niki’s—uniform in both hands.

Sy’s entire body flushed white-hot, not so much at the nerve of the guy for indulging Leah in her arguably inappropriate behavior, but for the fact that he got to touch her the way Sy would only wished he could. She’d been avoiding him since the night in the infirmary and it was slowly killing him inside. He’d crossed a line and now Leah was uncomfortable around him. Any trust he’d managed to build was gone in a heartbeat because of his own mistake.

Sy cleared his throat, causing Leah’s eyes to shoot open as she remembered where she stood. She pulled away, taking three steps back and straightening to stand at attention, staring at a spot on the Lieutenant’s chest as she saluted him. “I mean…” She shifted her weight, her eyes flickering to the collar of the man’s jacket. “Lieutenant Stroubakis, it’s a pleasure to see you again.” She looked at Sy only long enough to give him a short greeting.

Leah kept her gaze downturned as she scurried away. She couldn’t believe that she had just jumped on another soldier in front of her commanding officer. Not just a soldier but an officer.

If anyone else had witnessed her little indiscretion, she was fucked. There was no way people would believe that she’d made it where she was on merit alone if they thought she’d slept with not one, but two different officers.

She also couldn’t get Sy’s face out of her head. He’d been furious. It would be hypocritical of him to punish her for a hug when they’d shared a kiss just under a month ago. A kiss which he initiated. A kiss so heated she’d begun to reconsider every decision she’d ever made in her life.

Leah had agonized over what to do with her life after high school. Against her father’s wishes, she’d enlisted with her only objective being to make it into Special Forces. As much as she was interested in Sy, she couldn’t act on it without risking everything.

Sy had been more than fair to her since her arrival. What would he think of her now? Would he think that she’d used Niki’s status to get ahead like Nielsen had accused her of doing with Sy? Would he assume the affinity they’d developed was just about her trying to get in his pants? Was that what led him to look so angry? Or was he angry because he was jealous?

She passed by the men from Niki’s unit, ignoring the interested stares from the newcomers.

“Aw, don’t be like that, Princess! Come greet our guests!” Of course, Connors would waste no time in sharing her lovely little nickname with them. At least the words out of his mouth hadn’t been “come blow our guests”. Suddenly, the wave of hope brought on by the sight of Niki was replaced with insurmountable dread.

Sy shut the door behind Lieutenant Stroubakis and moved around to stand behind his desk. The younger man stood stock-still with his shoulders back and eyes focused forward. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, betraying his worry regarding whatever was going to be said next.

“Is there anything I need to know about you two, Lieutenant?”

Like the reason why he had his fucking paws on Leah.

At least he’d posed it as a question and not an accusation. Look at him keeping his head on straight.

“I know her brother, Sir.”

“Cut the shit,” he barked. Okay, maybe his head wasn’t on so straight. “We both know that was not the reaction of a girl who happened to bump into one of her brother’s friends.”

Sy’s older sisters could barely remember the names of his best friends in high school. They would never have touched any of them, much less give them a hug.

“There is nothing to disclose, Sir.”

Sy dropped into his chair. “Forgive me if I’m reluctant to take you at your word.”

“Then ask her about it.” The Lieutenant’s mouth snapped shut, catching his momentary slip in composure. He didn’t want to piss off Sy by being insubordinate but there was something about the Captain’s demeanor that made Niki question his motives. “Sir, I am not going to divulge personal information about another soldier without their knowledge unless I feel like their safety or the safety of someone else is in jeopardy. My answer won’t change. You have nothing to worry about. That is, assuming your motivations for asking are related to the safety of your subordinates during my stay here and not for some personal agenda.”

The punk had balls. Sy could respect that. He could also respect that he was protecting Leah’s privacy. That was typically one of the first things you gave up when you went through basic training.

Sy carefully considered his next words, trying to convince himself as much as the young man before him. “Corporal Coleman is the only woman here at Warhorse. I don’t need a jealous ex exploding on the first hothead who catcalls her.”

Or worse, a current boyfriend.

“Why the fuck is she being catcalled at all?”

Sy rubbed his hand over his beard, letting out a deep sigh.

“Because the military is a sexist fuckin’ institution and if I write up too many of my men for what my superiors consider minor infractions they will gladly replace me with someone who will just look the other way. Or worse, someone who will get rid of the ‘problem’ at the source. I have no doubt she’s worked twice as hard as any other soldier just to get where she is, I won’t let them take it away from her. I also won’t let them get rid of her for an inappropriate relationship with a superior.”

Nikolas’ eyes widened before he looked off to the side. The muscles in his jaw clenched as he mulled over Sy’s words.

The candor of Sy’s statement was surprising. Whatever the reason, this man wanted to protect Leah. As a sign of good faith, Niki offered up some honesty of his own.

“Leah’s family to me. If you need the specifics then you can ask her directly.”

Sy took a moment to consider whether it was enough of an answer for him to drop the subject. He knew it should be, that it was just his curiosity—and maybe a little jealousy—getting the best of him, but he needed to play this smart.

“I am the only one who gives her direct orders, you make no decisions about her work and you don’t discipline any of my men for their behavior towards her.”

It was hypocritical of him to be saying those words, he knew so. He’d done his best since Leah’s arrival to walk the line between protecting her and giving her preferential treatment, but he was very aware that it was so much more complicated than that now.

“How bad is it?” Niki asked after a moment of silence.

Things were definitely better than they had once been. Nielsen and Connors didn’t try to pick fights with her anymore. They made the occasional comment but Leah didn’t really pay any attention to them.

Sy gestured for Niki to take a seat, finally allowing him to relax a bit. Niki dropped his helmet and weapon on the table and pulled a folding chair closer to the desk.

“For the most part, she keeps ‘em in line herself.”

Niki tried to conceal his smirk but he broke, huffing a laugh. “She broke someone’s nose, didn’t she?”

Sy allowed himself to match the other man’s smile. “Is that a habit of hers?”

“Only when someone deserves it.”

Though Sy still wasn’t sure what to think of Niki, he couldn’t deny there was something to like about the man.

“Let’s get this shit planned out so we can get all our boys home safe.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter 14

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Night Moves

Chapter 4

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 4483

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Male masturbation, police interviews, more misogyny, a dead body, angry Walter, some dub-con fingering.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: Night Moves Songs 12 -16

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He was tired, frustrated, and not a little horny.

The cause wasn’t the women he’d watched all night long. No. It was her. Fuck.

He peeled off the clothes he’d been in all day and stepped into the steamy shower, eager to wash the funk and dejection away. But in the midst of lathering, he made a fatal mistake and let himself drift back to the club, the way she looked on that pole.

Walter could feel himself tightening at the thought of her, the way she smiled, the way she moved on him, around him, her little joke. God, he wanted to show her how right she was. Wanted to see her lean back for him, hang her head off the side of a bed and stare up at him, waiting for him to put his cock deep down her throat. He was sure she could take it. Wanted to help her try anyway.

He wanted to feel her move beneath him while he took her apart bit by bit. He knew damn well the feel of his soapy hand clenched tight around his own cock could never compare to the warm, wet heat he could coax from her. Could never begin to imitate the urgent pulsing and noisy squelching of her tight, wet pussy begging him for more.

He’d love to hear that from her, love to make her burn for him, implore him to quench her desire…fuck.

Walter heaved a sigh as he leaned against the shower wall and let the water rain down on him, rinsing the soap and spunk away. He hung his head for a moment and thought about just what the fuck he was doing.

Alex answers the buzzer on the first ring this morning. She’s been anticipating this visit ever since she listened to her voicemail after her shift last night. She was just finishing up the phone call with Detective Marshall to make arrangements to meet when Mrs. Travers knocked on the door to give her the business card and tell her about the scruffy looking young man who stopped by to see her last night.

“He needs a shave and a haircut.” Alex had laughed at that. She and Mrs. Travers definitely did not have the same taste in men.

When she opens her apartment door, she notices Mrs. Travers has opened hers, too.

“Do you want me to stay with you, dearie, while you talk to the detective?”

“No, that’s okay. I think I can handle it.” Alex smiles warmly and winks just as Walter steps out of the stairwell. He looks bigger than he did last night in the dark of the club and she clenches involuntarily, wondering if it truly translates the way she imagined it did when she sat on his lap. Then she remembers why he’s here and takes a deep breath, sighing it out slowly.

“If you’re sure, dear. I’m right across the hall.” Mrs. Travers waves a few fingers at Alex and sends a suspicious glance in Walter’s direction before she backs away into the apartment and closes her door. Alex can see her shadow fall over the peephole and she gives a little chuckle.

“Something funny?” Walter asks when he arrives at her open door, badge out and held up for her inspection.

“Just my guardian angel,” Alex replies, nodding at the opposite door and Walter turns just in time to see the shadow move away.

When he turns back, Alex has stepped aside, inviting him into her home.

“Can I get you anything? I have a pot of coffee on.”

“Thank you. Black is fine,” he states before she even asks.

While she pours his coffee and refills her own, he takes a cursory glance around. There’s a laptop open on the sofa and a small stack of papers on the end table topped with a red pencil. The whole living room is covered in shelves overflowing with books and plants, sunlight streaming in to nourish them. There’s an actual record player next to a pretty solid sound system and he registers the low music playing softly in the background.

When she returns from the kitchen and hands him the mug, she gestures for him to sit in the vintage tufted armchair caddy corner from where she’s bending slightly to retake her spot on the mismatched sofa. He almost spits the drink of the coffee he’s just taken and sets the mug on the table in front of him.

“Oof, that bad, huh?” she grimaces, like she isn’t quite sure what just happened.

“Uh, no. No, the coffee’s fine. You just, uh,” Walter pauses, not sure how to broach it. “You look familiar. Have we met?”

He can see her face register the recognition he’s hinting at and he knows he’s right but there’s something else. She clenches her jaw and sucks at her teeth for a moment, before she sets her own mug down and squares herself to him.

“My name is Alexandra Pierce. I’m a professor at the university. I reported my friend missing two days ago and no one gave a shit until now. I’m curious what’s changed.”

Walter is taken aback at her sudden anger and tries to figure out what will put her at ease. He sits back a bit in the chair, to add some distance in case his presence is intimidating to her at all. He’s heard that once or twice before. He also isn’t sure if he should just say it. He’s been working on an honesty-is-best policy, lately, trying to re-learn that lesson. But something about the way she bristled has him adding some caution to the line of questioning.

“Ms. Pierce, could you confirm some details for me? How do you and your missing friend know each other and where did you last see her?”

Alex takes a deep breath. She knows what he is asking. She also can’t imagine why a police detective would be bothering with an at home visit to gather details about a missing hooker unless he maybe actually gave a shit. She releases a little tension and goes for it.

“Alright look. I’m sure you’ve realized by now, but you and I met last night. Trixie works with me at Augie’s.” Alex watches Walter’s face and sees no change. He is stoic and thoughtful, awaiting the rest of her story. “To be clear, I am also a professor at the university. I work volunteer shifts at the clinic and that’s actually where Trixie and I first met.”

“Okay, good to know.” It’s all he can do not to drop his professional demeanor and show what he really thinks. “And what was she doing the night you think she went missing?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure, but I suspect she’d been trying to get a date.”

“A date?” Walter raises an eyebrow, intrigued at the possibility of a new lead. ”With whom?”

“Oh, maybe you misunderstand me. With anyone willing to pay.” Alex braces for it, yet still no judgment radiates from him.

“Ah, gotcha,” he lowers his expectant eyebrows with a nod. “And any idea where?”

“She always talked about down near the tracks. At least that’s where she’d had success in the past.” Alex’s skin was crawling just thinking about it, but a slight shift in Walter’s visage gave her pause. “What is it?”

Walter takes a deep breath and wishes he’d brought Rachel with him for this interview.

“We found a body at the tracks two days ago and we still haven’t been able to obtain positive identification? Are you willing or able to meet me at the coroner’s?”

Alex blinks several times and Walter can see her lip quiver, but she sniffs and holds herself together to answer.

“My car wouldn’t start this morning. I’d have to take a cab.”

“I can drive you. It’s no problem.” Walter stays put, tucked back in the chair in case any sudden movement would scare Alex off. He waits patiently for her to consider what she’s about to say yes to. As he watches her face come to terms, his heart breaks a little for her because the body is very likely her friend Trixie.

“Okay, yeah. Let me just shut a few things off and grab my bag.”

She closes her eyes and lets out another long sigh, then stands and gathers up her laptop and the papers from the end table and shoves them into a canvas messenger bag along with her phone. She flips a switch and halts the record on the turntable before turning off the power completely, then grabs the mugs from the coffee table and sets them in the kitchen sink.

Walter stands now himself and heads toward the front door to meet her as she exits the kitchen and grabs her keys from a dish on an entryway table. He opens the door for her and follows her out, waiting while she locks the deadbolt. 306 opens again and the old lady he spoke with yesterday pokes her head out again.

“Now you aren’t arresting Alex are you? You said she hadn’t done anything. Where are you taking her?”

“It’s okay, Mrs. Travers. Detective Marshall just needs me to answer a few more questions and review some details with him. I’m fine but thank you for the concern.” Alex runs a hand up her neighbor's arm and gives her shoulder a squeeze. “You need anything while I’m out? I’ll be back later this afternoon after office hours, but I’m happy to stop by the store if you’d like.”

“Oh, dear. No. You just take care of yourself. Let me know if I should call anyone for you.”

Alex thanks Mrs. Travers and heads off down the hall after Walter.

Well that’s done. Yeah, that bus isn’t going to be found by anyone. Someone would really have to know what they were looking for and I’m the only one who knows what to look for.

Such a relief because now I can get back to it. Get back to what I should really be doing, which is teaching those sluts a lesson. So I’m going out tonight, maybe not as soon as I get back, but as soon as I can. I don’t even care if she’s home or headed out.

All I know is I have to get this message out. I’ve kept it bottled up for too long. And the longer I wait to let it out, the likelier it is it’ll come out wrong. I do like knowing they’ll be waiting for me anytime.

And I do sometimes think the more the merrier. But I have to be careful. The more I take, the darker it gets. And that’s how they find you. In the dark.

The drive to the coroner’s office is quiet and Walter can’t say he’s sorry for that. He doesn’t really know what to say right now. Asking about her work at the club seems out of line and unrelated to the case, though he’s curious about a college professor who feels the need to supplement her income with stripping.

And until they confirm identity, it doesn’t feel right to say he’s sorry for her loss, either. So he focuses on driving and tries ignoring the woman who seems like she wants to fall apart in the seat next to him. She’s working hard to hide it, but he can tell.

When they arrive, he wants to ask her to wait so he can round the truck and open her door for her, help her down from the high seat, but she’s unbuckled and out the door before he even closes his. So much for chivalry. At least he can open the door to the building for her, and lead her down the hall to the elevator. Press the call button and wait. Let her in the cab first, then press the basement button and wait, staying as far from her as he can in the confined space.

She heaves another sigh when the door opens and he leads her down another hall, opening the door to another room.

“Detective Marshall. To what do I owe the pleasure today?” a short, bald man greets them, sandwich in hand.

“Chuck, we need to see the Jane Doe from the train tracks,” Walter says, straight to the point.

Alex watches the coroner drop his food on a white paper wrapper and shift a keyboard in front of him. He types quickly and stands as Alex hears a printer whirring behind him. He grabs the sheet, then steps into the examination room, separated from the office by a large glass window. She’s about to follow him when Walter puts a hand on her shoulder and holds her back gently.

“He’ll bring her to the window. You don’t want to go in there. Can you tell me if there are any identifying marks on her body, other than her face?”

“She has three tattoos on her left leg, and one on her right calf.”

“Great.”

“Wait, why ‘other than her face’?”

Walter sees Chuck pull the table up, so he gratefully ignores the last question and taps the glass, motioning towards the lower half of the body. He steps back, arms crossed and waits. Chuck pulls back the sheet and Alex moves her eyes from Walter to the body. It takes no time at all for her to recognize the markings on her friend and all her steely resolve melts with her to the floor.

“Fuck.” Alex is on her knees, head in her hands, mumbling to herself.

Walter taps the glass again to let Chuck know they’re done, then sinks to his knees next to her. From here he can hear her admonishing herself.

“...never shoulda let her go alone…Stupid, stupid, stupid…How could you let her go? What were you thinking?”

“Hey,” he places a hand gently at her back and feels the stuttered convulsions of a sob about to break loose. “I’m so sorry. Can I get you anything?”

Before he knows what’s happened, her tears are flowing freely and she falls a little of kilter into his chest where he wraps his arms around her almost automatically and holds on tight while she sobs into him, still berating herself from what he can tell.

He waits a few moments, then speaks again. “Ms. Pierce…Alex, hey. This isn’t your fault. Some asshole is out there beating up women and apparently taking lives, too. This isn’t on you.”

Alex sniffs and tries to temper her sorrow, pulling back from Walter and wiping the tears off her cheeks.

“Oh but this one is on me. I knew there was a danger and I let her go alone. I should have just given her the money she needed to dig out of debt, but that would have thrown my research into a bad light and, fuck! How could I be thinking about myself at this time?”

“You’ve just had a terrible shock. You could be feeling any number of things right now. Let’s get you up and out of here. We’ll go get some coffee, calm down a bit.”

Alex nods and lets him help her up. She even accepts the tissue he’s pulled from the box on the desk next to them. She hates to be weak ever, especially in front of men, but something about Detective Walter Marshall makes her feel like he doesn’t see her as weak, even in this moment.

He’s about to turn away and lead her from the room when he sees a flicker in her eyes and a tremble in her lip. Without thinking at all, he reaches out and pulls her closer, wrapping his solid arms around her shoulders and hugging her tight. When the new sob breaks loose, he shifts a hand to the back of her head and holds it against his chest while her body wracks with tiny convulsions. He shouldn’t even be thinking about it.

Which is why it’s such a surprise when he registers a moment before it happens that Alex has peeled her head away from him and is now snaking her hands along the sides of his face and tilting her own up to him. Through her soft tears, he can see the plea and he wants to respond, aches to tell her it’ll be okay in the one way he’s always been good at, but Chuck is about to walk back into his office and if there’s one thing he doesn’t need right now, it’s anyone thinking he’s got a conflict of interest in this case.

He reaches back to put his hands over hers and pulls them down while he leans back just a bit and he tries to keep his face neutral because he doesn’t want her to mistake his frustration for rejection. And as if a switch has flipped, she is suddenly stepping back from him and it’s all he can do to let her go.

“Oh, god, I am so sorry. That’s so… god, so out of line.”

“It’s fine, you’re fine. Please, don’t worry about it.”

Chuck slips in the room with his nose in a file, so he misses the obvious tension dissipating around him.

“Let me just sign off on this form and then you can add this to the case file, Walter. Be just a sec.” Chuck sets the file on his desk and rummages for a pen under the stacks of paperwork.

Alex stares directly at Walter and he returns her gaze, breaking only when he notices the paper dangling next to him.

“Appreciate it, Chuck. I’ll be in touch about a release authorization for the body. Alex? You ready?”

Alex nods and turns to the exit, not caring in the least to thank the coroner at this moment. Her mind is reeling with thoughts of what comes next.

On the walk to Walter’s truck, she makes up her mind, and to his utter dismay, begs off the coffee date with the excuse that she needs to get to her office and start her day. She promises she’ll stop by later to finalize the paperwork for Trixie, but with a name, Walter doesn’t need anything else to search the database for criminal records he already knows aren’t there.

He really needs more information from Alex, but she’s already rushing off to a bus stop before he can get her back in the truck and offer her a ride wherever she needs to go. Fuck.

Sasha is just about to approach the dude who’s been lurking on the edge of the train yard for about fifteen minutes, when blue and red lights flash, and he and the few other couples she’s been avoiding take off in a hurry. She curses the heels she chose for this endeavor. If she can’t walk across the parking lot gracefully, how was she ever going to hurry away now? She really hadn’t thought this through.

She’s still turned and attempting a half-assed escape when she hears a voice call out in anger.

“Alex! What the fuck?”

Walter claps a meaty hand around her upper arms and spins her to face him, rage radiating in all directions.

“Ow, let go!” Sasha twists a little trying to get free, but he’s not letting go.

“Why don’t you just get your ass in the truck?” he commands.

Walter pulls her to the truck, but instead of opening the passenger door, he traps Alex against it, arms outstretched and head bending towards her. He briefly wonders about himself, but the words out of his mouth are directed at her.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Nothing that’s any of your business, that’s for sure,” she huffs at him.

“Alex .. or do I call you Sasha right now?” Walter growls.

“Oh fuck you,” she snarls, pulling the wig from her head. “Did you want me to get in the fucking truck, or what?”

“What are you doing wandering around down here dressed like this? You can't be here...looking like this... like....fuck.”

Walter loses the battle in his head and leans in, his mouth seeking hers with urgency. He drops a hand from the truck and grips her hip, grinding against her into the door. His hand slips from her hip and reaches the bottom of her already short skirt and he thinks he should probably stop, but she isn't resisting and he doesn't want to anyway.

He bunches the hem, his fingertips skimming the damp fabric between her legs and when she moans wantonly, he pulls the material to the side with one finger and slips another into her wet heat. He finally peels his other hand from the door and snakes it around her waist, holding her in place with his massive paw.

Her leg hooks around his thigh, widening his access and spurring him on. Alex holds onto his neck, keeping his mouth against hers and she savors his taste while he dips another finger inside her, pumping and stroking and searching for the spot that'll make her break for him.

He knows exactly when he's found it because she cries into his kiss before pulling back to beg him for more with her eyes. His jaw clenches involuntarily as he doubles his effort, fingers crooking and he's grunting right along with her whimpers and gasps, just short of insisting she let go for him.

When it finally washes over her, Alex drops her leg and almost crumples to the ground but Walter has her in his hold and doesn't let go, slowing his finger stroke while keeping a firm press on her clit with his thumb. He can feel how hard she got for him and it only enhances the ache in his own pants.

It isn't until he has fully withdrawn his hand that the shame seeps in. He doesn't want to let her go, but he can't look her in the face anymore. Can't see how she let him possess her like that or he might take this too far.

Walter waits a beat longer before he smoothes her dress back down her thighs, catching the fabric with his calloused hands and an odd little attempt to tug the hem further down her still- trembling legs.

He doesn’t step back until she presses his chest, but when he does she comes with him.

"Hey, are you...?"

"We should get in the truck." He interrupts and reaches around her to open the door, waiting silently for her to climb in, not daring to watch for fear he wouldn't be able to resist a touch or grope, thinking about just letting her lean over the seat so he could take her from behind...and, fuck.

He shuts the door a little harder than he intended and stands a minute trying to wrest the stiffness away before he shuffles around the hood and climbs behind the wheel. He's grateful she's looking away when he does so he doesn't have to see her watching him shift his jeans around.

The ride to her place is the longest, quietest drive he's taken since leaving the courthouse after the divorce. And, fuck, did he really not need the thought of Angie circling the cab right now, but at least his boner's gone by the time he reaches the back parking lot of her building.

Walter takes a beat trying to figure out exactly why he’s so angry right now.

“Look, I'm sorry. I was way outta line back there. But truly, that was no place for you to be. What did you even imagine you would be able to accomplish down there?”

“I just … fuck. I just needed to do something, anything. It’s my fault Trixie’s dead and…”

“First of all, it’s not your fault no matter what you did or didn’t do the last time you saw her, so knock that shit off right now. And second, you getting dead isn’t going to bring her back.”

“No one is doing anything!”

“No one is…? What the fuck did you think I showed up for? Do you think I have a GPS tracker on you or something? I was there to check out the scene. I couldn’t believe it when I saw your hair. I thought I was dreaming.”

Alex shifts in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable in her skimpy outfit sitting next to Walter. Every ridiculous vision she had about finding and confronting the killer suddenly seemed like the stupidest idea she’d ever had in her life, including thinking working at a strip club was a perfectly valid way to gather research.

“Do you want to tell me what you were doing?”

“You know what I was doing.”

“Yeah, but do you want to tell me why?”

“Not really.”

Walter exhales loudly, turning to look at her. She’s so beautiful, even in her anger. Maybe especially. It’s hard not to scan her body, since she has it on full display. And he’s already seen enough to know what’s hidden right now anyway. All but one secret spot he’s only felt.

Walter gives a little head shake to snap out of the fantasy he almost let himself have right there. She makes him crazy. Begrudgingly, he gets out of the truck to meet her around the front. She practically walks right into him, head down while she tries to sneak away without any more reprimands from him. He grabs her arms gently this time and holds her in place.

“Do you want a jacket to wear inside?” he asks, head dipping low to try to catch her eyes.

Alex blinks in shock. She expected another dressing down, not a peace offering.

“That’d be nice, thank you.” She accepts the thin windbreaker he has in his hands and slips it on. “You want to come in so you can take it?”

Walter just nods and lets her lead the way. Alex doesn’t take off the jacket until he’s all the way inside her apartment with the door closed. She holds it out to him and steps just a bit closer than he needs to in order to take it from her. She doesn’t let go.

“Why do you care so much about me and my friend?”

Walter considers her question and answers as carefully as he can.

“I care about your friend because she showed up on my beat.”

“And me?” Alex almost whispers.

“You showed up on my beat, too,” Walter answers, taking another step closer and tugging the jacket and her with it right up against his chest. He wraps a hand around her neck, fingers pressing lightly and thumb shifting her chin up toward him. “I’d like to kiss you again now. Can I do that?”

She licks her lips and nods and doesn’t close her eyes as he leans in.

Chapter 5

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