#egos of malibu

[miss-camarderie-herself]

#ocs #original character #laurie-anne hayashi #egos of malibu #animation stills #animation frames #boss bitches

[kafkasmuses]

thirsty — coriolanus + reader : the capitol’s star player, golden boy, coriolanus snow had an odd obsession with the water girl, and what other liquids she could provide for him. 

tags : MDNI! 18+!! soccer ! tbosas au, bimbo ! reader,  squirtingggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!, fingering, pussy play, nicknames (dollface, various barbies, princess), filthy filthy stuff fr, might be a SLIGHTTTT piss kink fic, princess / special treatment, overstimulation, public sex (semi but still), voyeurism 

a / n : AND BOY I I FANTASIZE ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME IF U WERE MINE ID GIVE THIS PUSSY TO U 9-5 5-9 

the heat in panem was enough to dehydrate someone who drinks water daily in seconds, coriolanus waves a clipboard he had taken from casca in front of his face, trying to earn some cool air from it. to nobody’s surprise, the water girl had come bouncing in with your pink kitten heels, short white skirt, and pink tank top that your tits were practically spilling out of. 

your hair was pulled back into some slick back ponytail, with of course, a ribbon tied around the base of the ponytail. you always looked so perfect, makeup barely budging against the strong heat as you came waltzing in. 

you were a fan favorite of the team’s, so sejanus and festus’ heads immediately snap from the soccer ball they they were dribbling to you now. sejanus’ eyes light up immediately, waving to you, “hey!” 

you offer him a barbie - like smile, waving back with your freshly manicured nails, “hihi, sejanus! it’s sooooooo hot.” 

sejanus smiles sweetly as he approaches you, “made sure the water was cold today?” 

he’s teasing you of a time the heat was this bad and you forgot to add ice to the bucket holding the waters. you cried that day, many times. coriolanus found you having a sobbing fit in the hallway, repeating to yourself that you were so stupid. coriolanus was never good with affection, but he gave you a small hug that day, and assured you it didn’t matter at all. 

and when festus called you a dumb bitch for it? 

coriolanus made it his priority to fuck festus up on that field that day, and good lord, he did. 

festus was ushered off with a broken wrist because of a move coriolanus made, and coriolanus was taken off with a red card and a proud smirk on his face. now festus and coriolanus are never allowed on the same field, no matter what. which was good, because festus was a mediocre player, whilst coriolanus has a record for most man of the match’s won. 

you pout at him, “not funny, sej.” 

he chuckles, eyes softening at you as he tips his head in your vision, “‘m jus’ messing with you, sweet girl, water is water regardless of temperature, yeah?” 

sejanus and coriolanus were both always reassuring you, always so sweet with you despite their cold exteriors, despite the fact that they’re the most sought after players, they never let that ego get to them. 

well… sejanus didn’t. 

coriolanus did sometimes. speak of the devil, snow moves to bump into sejanus’ shoulder, offering him a toothy grin with his sharp canines. sejanus glares at him, like he was interrupting something special, “how are you in such a good mood when you were just whining over the heat?” 

coriolanus ignores sejanus’ obvious attempts to embarrass him to impress you, his blue eyes locking onto you with a whistle, “hey, malibu barbie.” 

you playfully roll your eyes at him, “you can’t just call me a different barbie every time you see me.” 

“yeah?” his jaw ticks, eyeing you up and down, god, he loved the way your short skirt rides up your thighs, the way your tits bounce through that practically see - through tank top, “why not?” 

“i don’t like it,” you pout at him. 

sejanus nods along, “yeah, snow, she doesn’t like it.” 

coriolanus sighs at him, pinching the bridge of his nose, “you’re such a cuck, dude.” 

he smirks at your ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) expression due to his words, truly not understanding what he means by calling sejanus a cuck— was he stopping him from something? 

you blink dumbly at them, and coriolanus only shrugs, turning to stride past a silent festus. 

sejanus scoffs, “can’t believe he gets away with shit like that.” 

you frown at him, “he’s probably having a rough day— or like… ‘m not sure, you know how he is, sej.” 

“yeah, yeah,” sejanus watches as his cleats sink into the grass, “pretty sure he has a huge crush on you, too.” 

ㅤ˚₊‧ ꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

PANEM 6-2 DISTRICT 2 

as soon as the match was over, coriolanus came up to you, sweat causing his platinum hair to stick to his forehead as he takes a cold water bottle from your hands, fingers brushing against yours. 

he takes a sip from it before leaning in to tower over you, “you saw that bicycle kick?” 

you nod at him excitedly, “i did! you’re soo good, coriolanus.” 

he rolls his tongue along his teeth, “yeah? you think so?” 

you smile sweetly at him with more nods as he walks past to the locker - room, sejanus moving to wrap his arm around coriolanus’ shoulders, to be honest, sejanus should be thanked for coriolanus’ bicycle kick because he’s the reason the ball was even at a level for coriolanus to kick it— but will coriolanus ever admit that? 

of course not! 

in fact, coriolanus doesn’t even think of all his achievements this match even when everyone is patting him on the back, dumping their water bottles on him and leaving him even more drenched than he was before. but with all this water, he just can’t stop thinking of you. 

that expression on your face earlier, plump lips parted in shock, he wonders how well they would wrap around his cock— 

@csnow18 : hey you busy

@csnow18 : ? 

you pluck out your phone as soon as it buzzes, only to see a message from coriolanus, on instagram. he had your number.. why didn’t he… honestly, you knew better than to question him at this point. 

@princess101 : no.. why? 

@csnow18 : im really thirsty 

@princess101 : just gave u water ‎‎໒꒰ྀི -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ꒱ྀིა 

@csnow18 : festus took it from me 

a lie. 

@csnow18 : come to the locker room? 

@princess101 : rolling my eyes at u rn

@princess101 : u owe me 

@princess101 : and stop letting festus take stuff from u!!!!!!!! 

this wasn’t the first time he has lied about festus taking his water bottle just to see you, but it was the first he had different intentions for when he saw you. 

he already knows you’re coming before you’re even there, mostly because he can hear the click! clack! of your heels, but also because of the whistles of the people passing by you. coriolanus hated how people immediately turned to drooling animals when they saw you, it wasn’t of jealousy but rather possessiveness, because can he really blame them? 

his eyes light up when he sees you, pushing his soaked hair back, “tropical splash barbie.” 

you pout at him, putting your hands on your hips, “how do you even know so many barbies?” 

he shrugs simply, “because i see one every day.” 

you sigh, moving to push a water bottle to his chest, “happy?” 

“hey,” he leans in closer, fingers wrapping around the bottle, “why’re you actin’ like that?” 

“‘m not acting like anything,” you lie, “just don’t get thirsty again.” 

as soon as you spin on your heel to walk away, he clicks his tongue disappointedly, “you know… i don’t know if this water is g’na keep me hydrated enough.” 

you blink at the floor, what? what… “what?”

you turn back around to meet his eyes, watching his pupils immediately dilate at the way your skirt barely shows your panties whenever you twirl around, “do you just serve water, princess?” 

you stare at him dumbly, “i don’t get it—“ 

“you don’t?” he takes a step closer, “i see the way you look at me, doll, always watching when i make a goal, cheering me on, purposefully bouncing up and down so your panties show and your tits nearly pop out that shirt.” 

it was true. all so fucking true. the entire team was so, so attractive, especially coriolanus— you don’t ever wear things for men, but the men of panem’s soccer team? your own dress - code is practically the tightest, most slutty clothes ever! 

“i…” you pause, lips shimmering from your lip - gloss, “i do have other juices.” 

his tongue rolls along the inside of his teeth, tights curling upwards ever so slightly, “think i might need those, dollface.” 

you nod at him, “but— not here.” 

he hums, moving to drop the water bottle onto the ground as he leans in closer and closer until his lips are buzzing against your cheek, “yes, here.” 

you can’t help but melt into his touch as he peppers kisses along your face, pecking against your lips until his kisses drop down to run along your neck. your nails rake up his arms ever so gently, “people will catch us..” 

“mm - mm,” he disagrees, “all showerin’, jus’ let me get hydrated, yeah?” 

 he’s quick to move to his knees, smiling whenever he catches a glimpse of you looking around to see if anyone’s coming as his fingers trace along your thighs, lips following along after them. you’re so paranoid, god, for such a dumb slut, you really didn’t want to get caught. 

he hikes your skirt up to catch a glimpse of your panties, pastel red, to match the team’s colors and oh— oh what’s this? on the right side near your hip, it’s his player number, 18, with a heart surrounding it. he gawks up at you, chuckling at the reason for you always wanting to show off your panties, you had already marked him on them. 

you shyly hide your face, trying to ignore him until his finger presses against the wet spot of your panties left by your cunt. you shiver under his touch, “been wet for me all day, hm?” 

you nod at him, fingers moving to faintly cover your mouth, “always wanted you, corio..” 

he presses a sweet kiss to your inner thigh, before hooking a finger on your delicate panties and tugging them down, “you wrote my number on all your panties?” 

you continue nodding, shivering when his fingers lightly graze along your cunt, “mhm.. sej— sej.. is on some, too.” 

“that so? maybe i should get him out here to fuck you, too,” he presses his thumb against your clit, watching your hips buck ever so slightly, lashes fluttering. 

you shake your head, “n-no.. not now— want.. just you.” 

he moves to push your legs apart with his free hand, moving his hand on your clit out of the way so he can finally dive in. his tongue is quick to lick a stripe up your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit and taking it in his mouth to suck on with ease. 

your fingers move to his head, nails threading through his wet hair as you bite on the fingers of your free hand, trying so hard to not make any noise but gosh, the feeling of his mouth on you was just too much. 

his hand runs up your thigh, holding you stable as his mouth completely devours your cunt, not offering you any remorse as your hips jerk against nothing, teeth sinking past layers of your skin to muffle your whines. 

it’s not long before his hand is sliding from your thigh to your cunt as his lips move back up to your clit, ever so slowly sliding two of his fingers inside of your soaked entrance. you took his fingers so well, velvet walls pulsing around flesh and bone, tightening around him like he was a lifeline. 

your grip on his hair immediately becomes lethal, babbling nonsense against your finger, “corio— co..corio… ‘ts too much— ‘m gonna..” 

that was coriolanus’ cue, his fingers immediately curl into you and he starts moving them back and forth so his fingers are repeatedly penetrating that spongey spot that makes your eyes roll back. you tug at his hair as the sounds of his fingers moving inside of you become wet squelching, a familiar feeling washing over you but with a tinge of something different. 

it felt like an orgasm but no— no, it was wetter than an orgasm, because now his hand was completely drenched in your wetness, his lips moved to a part so it could spray into his mouth. it was so, so filthy, the way he gulped it down, and made you squirt again, and again, and again. 

you were like a fountain of nectar that he just couldn’t get enough of. 

you were so fucked out that you didn’t realize you were cuming again until your body is wracked with another orgasm, gushing all over his fingers and into his mouth once more. you whimper above him, silently begging for mercy as he continues to pump his fingers into your overstimulated pussy, “corio— please.. too much— can’t..” 

he licks the remaining juices from his lips as he finally pulls his fingers out, lapping up the cum and other substances dripping off of his skin. he takes a grip of your hips to stabilize you as he stands, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. “thank you, dollface, such a good water girl.” 

your lips part to speak but you’re interrupted by the clearing of a throat. 

your eyes immediately snap to the side, only to find.. 

“sejanus?”  

#coriolanus snow #tbosas #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus x you #coriolanus smut #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus x y/n #coriolanus drabble #president snow #young president snow #tom blyth smut #tom blyth #coryo snow #ballad of songbirds and snakes #tomblythedit #billy the kid x you #billy the kid #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #billy the kid smut

[princessbrunette]

“you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame” all mine by brent faiyaz!

kind of toxic ex!rafe coded ngl…

- malibu barbie

ooooooooo !! so this lyric has always reminded me of jj for some reason but i can definitely see the toxic ex!rafe comparison !!

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you’re parading this new beau of yours around at a party. your coming out as a couple, one might think. it was laughable, really — even rafe knew this poor excuse of a man looked pathetic in comparison to him. you’re glued to his side for the most part of the night, barely sparing rafe a glance and it’s really getting under his skin. he knows what you’re doing, you had brought him here just to shove it in his face.

the oldest cameron finally spotted his chance when your boyfriend had excused himself to the bathroom. weak, rafe thinks — at a party like this with the dress you’re wearing? rafe never would have let you out his sight. hell, he would have dragged you into that bathroom to have his way with you. if he needed to piss that badly he could have you hold the canon steady, letting you drunkenly giggle with two hands around his cock. this guys got no clue.

you wait in the hallway for your new man, and as soon as that bathroom door closes rafe is sliding up infront of you, leaning against the adjacent wall, pretending he’s in the one man queue to piss.

“hi, how are you?” he acts like he cares, kind and soft smile plastered on his face, not turning smug for a moment even when your eyes jump down to the glimmering chain barely tucked into his shirt, the same chain that used to batter you in the face occasionally during sex.

“hi, rafe.” you resist an eye roll, shifting on your feet with your arms folded over yourself. your body language was practically cowering at whatever seduction technique he was about to unload on you. you had grown stronger, but not that strong. not immune.

“i see uh— see you brought someone. what’s… what’s his name again?” he’s smirking, squinting and waving a hand by his temple briefly like he’s trying to remember. you blink at him, bottom lip begging to pout.

“his name isn’t important.” you defend, not quite realising how bad that sounds until it had left you. he chuckles, raising his eyebrows and looking around casually, lifting his glass to his lips.

“yeah, no… his name is definitely… not important.”

“what do you want? are you just coming here to pick on me?” the pout roams free, his behaviour even making you wanna shove him, stomp your foot — all kind of childishness. you always were terrible at acting unbothered.

“would never do that, sweetheart.” he softens but he doesn’t lose the ego, if anything it grows. “just… just curious, you know— wanna know what the hell you see in that poor sucker.”

“he’s nice. nicer than you, that’s for sure.” you frown, glancing at the bathroom door. what was taking him so long?

“yeah okay, nicer than me.” he chuckles quietly at the floor before pushing off the wall, entering your space. “nice isn’t everything. you know that though, don’t you?” he whispers, and you hate the way you clench from muscle memory around nothing.

“better than being treated like shit—”

“but i fucked you good though… right? that makes up for it. what—what about this guy? huh? make you cum?” he drags the back of his finger down the side of your face and you reluctantly bat him away. you stare behind him at the door, paranoid.

“rafe.” you warn, your tone telling him everything he needed to know.

“what… you tellin’ me he doesn’t make this pretty pussy cum? when it’s just so easy?” his hand slithers between your thighs and cups you through your panties under your skirt. your jaw drops, but no noise comes out. you can’t believe you haven’t pushed him away yet. it just… felt good to have a hand down there that felt right, even briefly.

he chuckles, removing his hand and fixing your skirt. he then lifts that same hand and gives you a condescending pat on the cheek. “just makin’ sure everything still… responds to me. happy to see it does.” he steps away just in time, the lock turning and your new man stepping into the otherwise empty hallway, eyes flickering between the two of you.

“what took you so long?” you bark irritably at the man unfairly, linking his arm quickly to drag him away once he’d stepped out the bathroom.

“oh shit.” rafe chuckles, lightly clapping the guy on the shoulder as you pass him, pulling him away before rafe could open his big dumb mouth. “nice seeing you, sweetheart.” he calls after you with a smirk, watching you bristle at the nickname from behind and disappear. he chuckles to himself once more, lifting his drink back up to his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

#malibu barbie #rafe cameron prompt

[joonberriess]

·˚ ༘ 💌 IMAGINE┊jungkook as a boxer and your boyfriend. he’s your ride or die and you’re his too. a modern day Bonnie and Clyde.

TAGS — toxic!jk, possessive sex, angry sex, angst, glamourized toxic relationship, abusive due to jk’s aggression be warned, headcanons + some plot!

WORD COUNT — 3.5 k

+     Jeon Jungkook is an infamous underground boxer, he doesn't play by the rules and he doesn't like a clean fight. You can guess what type of person he's like out of the ring. He's your typical asshole: snarky, perverted, and only intelligent in what seems like the streets. He's got issues. Loads of them and he isn't one to shy away things often being blunt since he could care less what people think of him.

+     Jungkook has a horrible habit of being in and out of relationships, none making it past a day or two cause his attention is being caught by a new girl. He can sweet talk like he's your prince charming but fucks you like a common whore. He's cocky too, knows the ladies want him and it strokes his ego to know they're all dying for him.

+     He meets you at a family wedding he goes to, you're sitting so pretty in the center with your arm tucked into your daddy's. So you're a good girl, he muses, it's all the more reason to approach you. He's infatuated, he has to have you now as there's no way he can skip out on the opportunity of a lifetime as he considers it. You end up rejecting him many many times cause you know of his reputation.

+ In your relationship he's possessive and jealous. Jungkook fully trusts you, he doesn't trust anyone else and sees himself like your protector to which he is (to a certain extent) but he needs to understand not everyone is threat. Jungkook loves you more than life itself, he's downright obsessed with the idea of being with you until the end of time but overall he tries to be a good boyfriend to you. Even if your father doesn't approve of him, *cue the "daddy pass the salt" fiasco.

━ (음악)

; his playlist

1. todas mueren por mi - cartel de santa

2. first class - jack harlow

3. love n hennesy - a.chal

4. bonnie & clyde - dean

5. malibu - ph-1

"Y es que es asi, todas muren por mi, y es que es asi, todas muren por ti," - Cartel De Santa

"If I were you I wouldn't," some girl pipes up from beside you, "woman to woman, he's not good for you." You're not stupid, you know who she's referring to and you can feel a small amount of annoyance hit you.

"Well," you softly smile, it's in your nature to be polite even if she is meddling in what doesn't concern her, "good thing you aren't me."

She scoffs, mumbling something about it being your loss but you see it as a win. You're so used to all these girls pitying you and trying to "warn" you about Jungkook. You know perfectly the type of guy he was and is right now. It wasn't like you jumped in blindly you made sure to be very clear with him, one screw up and you were leaving.

Jungkook's infamous playboy behavior exceeds him, no one can believe the once eligible bachelor is now in a relationship. His little groupie is so disappointed their favorite fuck buddy was off the market. They wonder how you do it given his little reputation and stuff. Do you ever get tired of random girls telling you he used to text them? Or how about the ones who "tried" warning you of his fuckboy tendencies?

Though Jungkook isn't the only one who's questioned often times. You're his polar opposite, you're not made for the lifestyle he leads on. As far as the public knows you're the daughter of a rich businessman who's family friends with the Jeons. You study in a prestigious university majoring in literature and working a internship in a journal company. They perceive you as a socialite and total snob due to your rich girl status, how wrong they were..

You finish applying a small layer of strawberry gloss on your pouty lips and head back out into the arena. You sit front row next to Yoongi who's watching Namjoon motivate Jungkook before the next round begins. They're both his mentors and you've come to see both men as friends and older brothers. "He's doing great so far, if he keeps this up he'll win right..?" You softly say to Yoongi.

"Yes, Kook's doing great with his speed and catching the poor bastard off guard but he needs to slow down or else he'll slip up and the other will get a upper hand on him. We don't need Kook to come back with fractured ribs again." Yoongi replies with a sigh, offering some peanuts to you.

"No thank you," you hum, "you know how he is, always eager and overzealous."

Yoongi grunts as he slouches in his seat, "Well he needs to cut that shit out before he gets his ass knocked out one of these days. If it ain't his opponent, it's gonna be me." He smirks lazily.

The match goes back into motion as the referee is yelling something to the crowd. Your heart is beating quickly, you pray to the gods above they send you your man back in one piece with no broken bones (his case fractured ribs). You've never liked this because the blood and the violent punches scare you. Especially because this is Jungkook you're talking about.

You watch with close eyes, Jungkook looks angry and it's both hot and scary at the same time. He's got sweat building up on his forehead, hair sticking to his skin, and jaw clenched as he throws punches left and right. So far Jungkook has been in the lead all night as he chooses to surprise his opponents. You're feeling a little bit of adrenaline running through your veins as you watch the match.

"C'mon, you got this..." You whisper softly and clench your fists.

The poor dude doesn't stand a chance anymore, he's losing his momento and his technique is getting sloppy. Jungkook must have tired him out already.. You find yourself smiling and yelling with joy as Jungkook manages to corner him. He's so, so close and your breath hitches in anticipation as the final punch is thrown and the dude goes falling to the ground. Everyone cheers for Jungkook, chanting his name as Namjoon crowds Jungkook after he's announced winner.

You eagerly make your way up to the stage, watching as Jungkook walks towards you simultaneously with dark eyes. He licks his lips chest heaving from the aftermath of the match, he seems like he's running on pure adrenaline now. Before you can even reach the ropes he hauls you up effortlessly, grabbing the back of your hair with one hand and roughly squeezing your ass through your dress with his other.

He kisses you with his all groaning softly while his hand kneads your ass massaging it in a more comforting manner rather than sexual. You bring your small hands to cup his face as you kiss back. Everyone's still celebrating and some close friends that came are catcalling you two. Jungkook tightens his hold as he pulls back, forehead against yours as he pants hotly against your mouth.

"I fuckin' did it baby," he mutters to you, "did it just for you."

You smile softly, "I'm proud of you," you mumble back and kiss his lips very gently, contrast to earlier, "I knew you could."

Jungkook chuckles breathily, "Let's get the fuck outta here yea? I wanna fuck the shit out of you in the locker rooms." He grins slapping your ass.

You want to chastise him but he does end up fucking you in the showers. Your little fur coat is messily thrown on a bench and a trail of clothes leading to the shower cubicles lay strewn around. It's a little steamy in there and Jungkook's got his strong arms pinning you up against the tiles as he works his thick cock in and out of you.

Your moans are soft and whiny, your toes clench and your thighs shake every so often from his cock stroking your g-spot from this angle. His wet body presses up against yours, his chest is firmly pressed to yours and your nipples rub against his wet skin every time he bounces you up and down his cock. "Mmm.. yeah," you softly moan, "right there, 's so good," you whine quietly.

Jungkook grunts quietly as he adjusts his grip on your bubbly ass, fat spilling from between his fingers as he hoists you upward and begins to drive his cock into you faster. "Right there baby? Want me to fuck you harder with my fat cock? C'mon baby, tell me you love it, love how full it makes you feel and hard it makes you cum.." He whispers in your ear.

You moan loudly at the dirty talk, back arching a little, "I-I love it..! Fills me up so good Kook, only you can make me cum like this!" You whimper towards the end, arms sliding down from his shoulders to simply being wrapped around his back.

"Damn right I am," he growls, "you're fucking mine, this pussy belongs to me and I don't wanna see anyone near it. Only I'm allowed to fuck you like this," he says as he pistons his hips faster, "say it. Say you belong to me, let them hear it baby,"

You squeal at the change of pace, arms coming up behind you to grip the top of the half-wall as he rocks you back and forth on his cock. It's too much and you can feel your pussy clamping down on him, "I'm yours! My pussy belongs to you," you cry, ".. Jungkook..! Jungkook!" You call out over and over as he fucks you like a man on death row.

Jungkook smirks softly, "Damn right," he kisses you while he plows away at your sensitive pussy. He thoroughly marks you as his and makes sure the whole damn hallway could hear you that night. He walks you down the hall later that night feeling refreshed as ever with his arm around your waist holding your ass as you stay cuddled up to him with a sweet adorable smile.

"Dame un poco love with some Hennessy, you know I like it when you're mad at me," - A.Chal

You're bubbling with annoyance as you storm around your shared apartment trying to find something to do, something that doesn't involve seeing his face. Jungkook was following occasionally, muttering curses and shaking his head at your "childish behavior". He's getting riled up too even though he has nothing to be angry about, he also has no right either since he started this whole mess.

The "mess" you're referring to occurred moments before arriving at home together. You were both hungry so you both said "hey, fuck it why not try that new barbecue place down the street?" and then you both went to the damned restaurant.

Everything's chill you're both enjoying the scenery around you, the waitress is very friendly and helpful and you both get your order and drinks quickly because the place isn't busy. Everything's going so well. You're happy, Jungkook's happy, everyone is so where did it all go to shit?

Jungkook is to blame (partly because he didn't look for the fight) but it was those preppy assholes from your university. They're sons of your parent's friends and you have met them before. Yet it did not give them the right to comment about your boyfriend or relationship.

They came over saying shit like "does your dad know who you're with?" or "why don't you ditch this lowlife and come get some drinks with us?" You're beyond angry and open your mouth to give them a piece of your mind but Jungkook beats you to it.

"Her dad perfectly fucking knows who she's with and where she's staying at, I don't recall ever asking for your fucking opinion on my girlfriend." Jungkook lowly mutters as he glares, "If I were you I'd fucking leave before I get my ass beat for acting a fool."

The one who started it laughs, "I dare you to put your hands on me, if you do—" he's cut off by Jungkook punching him right across the face.

"Say that again? I couldn't quite hear you?" Jungkook smirks as he yanks his head back, "C'mon, what were you gonna do?"

You scramble to get up, "Jungkook please," you softly beg, "let's just go okay? Ignore them they're not important."

Jungkook doesn't let up, only delivering another sucker punch to the gut. "Say it," he growls.

"L-Let go of me! My father will hear about this and when he does you're in so much shit! y/n get your—" he's cut off once again by Jungkook who's fucking livid.

You can see the crowd forming and the waitress from earlier on the phone speaking frantically. You feel angry, and worried because Jungkook was going to be in huge trouble if things weren't stopped now. You shakily breathed and looked around unsure of what to do.

It's about to turn into a full on fight because Jungkook pushes the asshole to his limits and now he's going to fight back. But you'd be damned if anyone put their hands on your man like that. You lift a bottle of soju and smash it against the dude's head as he's disoriented, "We are going home." You seethe to Jeongguk and toss the broken bottle top to the floor.

You're angry as hell right now and the press can kiss your ass, hell you work for the damn press you'll write the damn story yourself. You mutter to yourself and get into the car, arms crossed and face fixed to a cold stare.

“Baby,” Jungkook breathes out, entering the vehicle and sitting there looking at you in disbelief, “baby..?”

“Home.” You glare, and the rest of the ride is driven in silence and the occasional comment that dies out on Jungkook’s tongue halfway as he lets you mope around.

That’s how you’re in this predicament, pacing around at home angrily and huffing because the day is ruined. Not by Jungkook (maybe), but by those preppy assholes who think you’re friends or something. You didn’t even like them, you tolerated them. There was a difference between being cordial and rude.

“y/n.” Jungkook calls out, you ignore him and he calls out to you a total of two more times until he himself grows impatient and bothered. “Fucking hell y/n what do you want me to do?! Apologize? Say sorry for fucking defending myself against those daddy’s boys?!” He erupts in your face, hands holding your arms so tight you know you’ll bruise.

“You attacked him in a restaurant Jungkook! That wasn’t the fucking ring in there and you know it! Don’t you ever just leave boxing back in the ring? You always do this when things don’t go your way or the slightest inconvenience hits you and I’m sick of it! One of these days Jungkook they’ll arrest you and so help me I won’t be there to help you.” You glare, shaking him off as you pound your little fists on his chest.

Jungkook scoffs, “Oh that’s what we’re doing now? Taking their side? You fucking slut,” he shoves you hard making your back hit the wall as you stumble a little, “given the opportunity you’d jump at any chance to get on their cocks wouldn’t you? You’re a good for nothing—”

You cut him off with a slap, “Who the hell do you think you are? Accusing me of this stupid crap get over yourself Jungkook! You’re so far up your own ass you don’t even know what you’re saying to me.” You snap as you storm past him, heading right to your bedroom to pack a overnight bag.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? I’m not done talking to you!” Jungkook yells as he follows you, “Oh classic y/n move, pack your shit and run from the problems yeah real classy move.” He sneers.

“Leave me alone,” you say as you shove random clothes into a bag, “I’m done talking with you, I’m not going to sit here and let you disrespect me or our relationship.”

Jungkook grabs the bag from your hands, “You aren’t going anywhere, you’re gonna unpack all this shit and we’re going to talk because isn’t that what you always want?! To talk?!”

You stare into Jungkook’s eyes as he crowds you, “Fuck. You.” You seethe angrily, you’re not one to cuss but when you do it’s because you’re absolutely losing it.

“What was that?” Jungkook suddenly growls, “Go on, repeat that shit to me.”

“I said: fuck you Jungkook. You’re a goddamn asshole and it’s a miracle I’ve stayed this fucking long with you!” You yell in his face as the both of you have a screaming match.

Things are thrown, picture frames shattered, and the room is in such disarray you’re not sure anyone can sleep in there. You take your anger out on him, letting all the pent up anger from before bubble up. This feels exhilarating but tiring at the same time, yelling took so much energy..

At one point he grabs you roughly, pressing you on the wall as he smothers you in a harsh kiss. The sexual tension had built and was at its’ boiling point. You found yourself kissing him back just as fierce and hungry. Your hands tangled in his hair and you harshly tugged on the soft strands.

“Fuck,” he moans against your mouth as he reaches down to unbuckle your jeans and push his hand inside your panties.

You arch into his touch, hands coming down to grip his forearm as you move your leg to wrap around his waist and pull him closer. A soft shaky sigh leaves your lips as his hand cups your soft pussy, his finger dipping between your folds to rub at your clit.

He presses on the bud and rubs back and forth as his head drops down to your neck. He leaves a series of hickeys on your skin as his free hand grips your hip tightly and holds you firmly against him. “You like that?” He murmurs hotly in your ear.

You pant and wiggle around in your place as your lower half is engulfed in pleasure. Your sensitive clit makes your hips jump in surprise every so often whenever he rubs in a particular way. The feeling is a little overwhelming but in a good way.

“Love it,” you whisper back and tangle a free hand in his hair as you grip it tightly, “but I want something else.”

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” Jungkook pulls back to stare down into your eyes as he slips his fingers past your tight slicked up hole as he fills you.

Your mouth falls open, eyes fluttering shut as you tighten your grip, “Mmm–you, want your cock in me,” you moan out, “want it to fill me up, make me cum over and over again..” You whisper seductively as you lick your lip.

Jungkook groans softly as he picks up the speed in your panties. He moves his fingers quicker, creating this squelching noise as your wetness dribbles down to his palm. His hand is cramping but the pain is worth it as he watches your face contort into pleasure. “Yeah..? What else baby? C’mon be a good girl and tell me.”

“Ohh..! Mm–want you to hold me down on the bed and make me take it. Don’t want it to stop until I’m crying and shaking, want you filling me up with your cum till it’s dripping–Jungkook,” you whine as you arch your back, “Call me your little slut, choke me, slap me, god just ruin me,” you whimper.

Jungkook moans at your words, he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. The anger and sexual tension from before left you excited, you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long due to your overzealousness. You moan and cry out for him as your pussy is rapidly approaching its’ release. You clench on his fingers and shake as he sends you barreling into hot pleasure.

It’s utter bliss as you slump into his arms and sigh happily as you ride out your orgasm. He slows down and manages to hold you against him as he pants softly, “I’m sorry baby,” he breathes out.

You swallow thickly, staring up at him with a soft pout, “I’m sorry too..” You murmur and cradle his face, “You know I’d never mean those words right?” Not even you were sure if you meant those words..

Jungkook nods slowly as he presses his forehead to yours tenderly, “I didn’t meant shit either, you know how I get.. I promise I’ll try harder next time to not lose my temper in public.”

It’s a lie, he’ll be on his best behavior for a week max and then it’s back to normal. You’re used to this and you find yourself not caring as you hum in agreement, “Good.”

You love Jungkook. You’d do just about anything and he’d do the same. You’re a match made in heaven.

[ ☁️ ] : ps that lil collage, pics edited so don’t worry ;)

#bts smut #bts #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts jungkook #jungkook smut

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I saw the Ken man ask (the one with the Ken who's supposed to be an overdramatic superhero) and I wanted to know if you'd be cool with a follow up, when the events of kendom happens in the movie Ken man Is having the time of his life since he can now do what he was meant to do and save barbie land from the forces of beach ken, but while he's doing so he and beach Ken at some point have an overdramtic confrontation about how the other betrayed them

Yeah! I'm glad you liked the hcs!

Here's the post of Ken-Man if anyone wants to read em!

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"I'LL SEE YOU ON THE MALIBU BEACH!!"

"CHAAARGE!!!!"

As the Kens on both sides of the beach shouted their war cries and charged at each other, you, Barbie, Gloria, Allan, Sasha, and all the other dolls freed from the brainwashing observed the battle from the safety of Weird Barbie's manor.

"And so it begins...they're so wrapped-up in their egos that they cannot see that they're tearing each other apart...and destroying the beach Barbieland knows and loves." You murmured, crouching along the ledge of the building. "I know what I have to do."

"Yeah, you go....do your superhero stuff or whatever. Stall 'em if you can," Weird Barbie suggested as she peered through her binoculars, before turning to the others. "As for us...I think it's time we put our freaking constitution back together."

There was a unified agreement, so while they all headed down to the Pink House to cast their votes, you donned your mask and flew towards the shores.

Finally, you could fulfill your purpose as a hero by saving this world from the forces of Beach Ken and his tyrannical Kendom! You refused to be part of his empire, knowing how badly it was hurting the Barbies despite his insistance that things were better this way.

All your life you've been living in the shadows, rescuing the dolls from mundane situations. And while you did receive acknowledgement and praise, you felt like something was lacking..

Danger.

Seeing the Kens attacking each other so viciously with tennis rackets, beach balls, frisbees, and pool noodles....that was dangerous in your eyes. People were getting hurt. Your people.

You may just be one man.

But you're Ken-Man.

And it's about time you saved the day.

The beach was in total chaos, but conveniently you had gadgets and fighting skills that most of these Kens didn't have. All the Mortal Kombat, Street Fighter, and Justice League media Ken brought back to this place couldn't prepare any of them for what you had in store.

You dodged a frisbee, grabbing it and flinging it right back to a Ken, hitting him on the back of the head before he fell to the ground. Then you narrowly missed an arrow by doing a flip, kicking up sand as you landed.

"KEN-MAN!!!!"

Hearing the familiar shout, you spun around, cape swishing dramatically, and suddenly found yourself in a clearing.

Amidst all the Kens fighting around you, there was only one you were focused on:

Beach Ken, donning his lightning bandanna and a black fringe open vest, staring you down with such fury.

"Ken-"

"You....TRAITOR!!" He charged at you, ready to swing, but you intercepted his fists, standing nose-to-nose. "What ever happened to being your sidekick?!! You promised I would be as cool as you!! Did that mean nothing?!!"

"I think you got this all backwards." You retorted. "I offered you a place by my side, but you abandoned me the moment you heard Barbie was going to the Real World!"

"Well maybe if you taught me how to do better flips, we wouldn't be here right now!" He pushed you back.

"That's crap and you know it. I taught you every flip in the book! Am I to blame for you not retaining it-?!!" You moved aside as he attempted to hit you with a foam sword some other Ken tossed his way, quickly disarming him. "Look, I know you're sick of living in the shadows. Trust me, I've been that way all my life-"

"Which is why I thought creating Kendom Land would make you happy!! You could've had so much power, a new suit, and recognition!! But you still chose the Barbies..and they convinced you I was the enemy-!!"

"They didn't convince me, Ken. You did that yourself."

For a moment, Ken stood frozen in shock, taking in your words for a moment or two. He didn't expect for you to say them so...coldly.

He clenched his fists, trying his hardest to contain his anger. But even you could see it was gradually fizzling out as he observed all the fighting surrounding you two.

"I never wanted it to be like this...I just wanted her to see me..." He murmured, eyes now cast down to the sand.

You shook your head. "You still don't get it. No amount of backflips or cars or cool clothes will get her to like you."

"....I thought superheroes were supposed to be uplifting and inspirational...and I definitely don't feel uplifted or inspired right now." Ken glared back up at you, eyes glossy with painful emotions.

"Not always. There comes a time where we have to unveil the truth...even if it hurts both sides." You huffed, relaxing your shoulders. "You can stop this. All of this can end right now."

"....can it really?"

Your heart sunk a bit at how lost he sounded. It's obvious that he wasn't fit to be this great and powerful leader the other Kens believed him to be after he brought great "manly wisdom" back from the Real World.

He thought he'd feel better.

But if anything, he only created more problems, and he didn't know how to cope.

He didn't wanna be the villain of this story...and neither did you.

"Of course it can." Smiling behind your mask, you extended your hand out. "The only one stopping you is...well..you. At the end of the day, you're still my friend. And together we can restore this wonderful beach. So...whatdya say, sidekick?"

He blinked a few times as he stared at you, almost considering taking your hand.

"Ken-Man, I-"

"I GOT HIM, SIR!!! I'LL UNMASK HIM!!"

Out of nowhere, you were tackled from behind by a random Ken, although you wasted no time in flipping him over your shoulder and slamming him to the ground.

"Way to ruin the moment, Ken.." You sneered, kicking him down before glancing up to see that Beach Ken had ditched you, having his sights set on Tourist Ken from across the way.

AKA the one who "stole" his Barbie when all the Kens were playing guitar at their girlfriends last night.

'Well...can't say I didn't try to talk some sense into him..' You watched as he fought his way to him with noogies and his "hotness", before you decided to flee back into town, breaking up a few fights between Kens along the way.

This wasn't your war to finish.

It was Ken's.

But you're certain you did the right thing.

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[saintmeghanmarkle]

Meghans diminished standing as reflected on the cover of heat magazine by u/Mickleborough

Meghan’s diminished standing, as reflected on the cover of ‘heat’ magazine Find Meghan… She’s tucked away in the northwest corner!Holly and Molly-Mae (who they?) have more prominent billing. The shame! can’t even make it on a gossip rag.According to Omidcron alma mater heat, 2023 didn’t go well for Meghan. It became ‘all too much’ for Meghan: an insider says ‘the pair have been forced to face up to their dwindling star status and fight for survival’.According to the insider:’Meghan and Harry are talking a good game for 2024, but they’re way behind where they wanted to be at this stage of their journey. There’s this constant fear of having their royal titles stripped, which would be an unmitigated disaster for their brand. Apart from The Tig [Meghan’s lifestyle blog], which will cost them a fortune to roll out if and when it does happen, they don’t have a huge amount in the pipeline. There’s certainly nothing that could compare to the $100m Netflix deal that was supposed to be their ticket to millionaire status.’Meghan was frustrated by their lack of progress last year, not to mention all the hostility towards them. She’s told Harry things have got to get better in 2024, or she’s got no idea what they’re going to do.’This year is make or break for them, and Meghan’s told Harry to step up. So far, it’s been her doing the lion‘s share of the networking, and she’s stressed - largely because so many deals have fallen apart. She wants to take a step back, and feels it’s time for Harry to get his game face on. At this point, they’re fighting to keep their band alive, and they need to be out there closing deals. Yes, they still have Netflix, but they need [to] come up with the goods if they want to hang onto it. And, with their crazy high-living expenses, they need to know there’s cash coming in. It’s no wonder Meg’s cracking the whip.’It was reported that the Sussexes were ‘on the hunt for another property to add to their portfolio [can 1 property be called a ‘portfolio’?], in Malibu. ‘But now, we’re told, their dreams of living the high life could crumble if the income steams run dry.’Meghan’s ‘thinking more globally’ to maintain their finances [um, they live in the richest country in the world]. ‘Part of this is ego-driven. Meghan wants to prove people wrong, and becoming a billionaire [ha ha ha ha ha cough splutter choke ha ha ha] is a sure-fire way to gain respect. But she’s also driven by her fear of running out of cash - and the way they spend money, it’s a possibility.’The insider concludes: ‘The pressure is enormous, and with Harry consumed dry by family drama and charity work, it’s all on Meghan’s shoulders. She talks a good talk, but it’s going to take a lot more to prove she and Harry can be a force in Hollywood.’heat has an intriguing voice, as if it‘s matter-of-fact about Meghan, but is more positive towards her and - interestingly - more negative about Harry. Meghan does the work, but this is what she wants. As for ‘family drama and charity work’ - that’s also more Meghan than Harry.Back in the old days, at least Reitman’s returned her calls. Now it’s NuCalm - and even that’s debatable. post link: https://ift.tt/NCWB9Rr author: Mickleborough submitted: January 04, 2024 at 10:18PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

#SaintMeghanMarkle #harry and meghan #meghan markle #prince harry #voetsek meghan #sussexes #markled #archewell #archewell foundation #megxit #duke and duchess of sussex #duchess meghan #meghan duchess of sussex #duke of sussex #misan harriman #walmart wallis #harkles #clevrblends #clevr #clevr blends #spare by prince harry #fucking grifters #meghan and harry #Heart Of Invictus #Invictus Games #finding freedom #doria ragland #tyler perry #WAAAGH #Mickleborough

[pmitchell]

getting the hang of it. (pt. 1) | jake “hangman” seresin x reader 

warnings: A sexual harassment scene, please tread carefully. MORE ANGST! I swear writing angst with Hangman is just fun, there’s a slight fluffy scene on this one, but the next one will have even more!

pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

word count: 2,539 (9 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: I’m proud of the title ok :) hahaha. Anyway, reader is Penny Benjamin’s younger sister; biological, adopted, half-sibling, you’re free to choose! 

EDIT: Part two is right here!

Your sister had warned you about the pilots who were regulars at her bar; do not engage in anything with them, and if one asked you to get on a plane with them, say no. Right off the bat, you already knew which ones are trouble. The guy that looked like a Malibu Ken doll was called Hangman; his friend Coyote was the cute and nice one, but seemed to be in the habit of hanging out with the wrong crowd; and then there’s Rooster. To quote your sister, Penny, he’s the sweet and damaged one.

There’s a table at the Hard Deck right by the jukebox that basically had your name on it; everybody knew that’s where you would always sit and for some reason there was an unwritten rule that only you and your invited guests can sit around there. The first day of TOPGUN training for the new recruits and Hangman was already leaning over the jukebox, putting in a quarter and picking an uptempo love song from the 80s.

“God, I love this song!” He said, looking at you. “Don’t you?”

You looked up from your book and shrugged, “I’m more of a Frank Sinatra kind of girl,” you said over the noise.

He acknowledged your answer with a slow nod, “Hangman,” he offered his hand to shake yours. 

“That’s unfortunate,” you shook his hand, pretending like Penny hadn’t already briefed you that the pilots would always introduce themselves with callsigns, just like your father did. 

“It’s my callsign,” he explained.

“Ah,” you nodded, going back to reading your book without introducing yourself or entertaining the fact that he was a pilot.

“Why are you reading at a bar?” He asked.

“I’m waiting for a friend, and generally when people see the book, they leave me alone,” you answered, hinting that he should do so as well.

Hangman pursed his lips, his ego clearly hurt by your rejection since he was used to having girls fawn all over him. “Duly noted, Ma’am,” he nodded out of respect. “I will leave you alone,” he said.

“Thank you,” you nodded in return.

“Are you following me?” Hangman suddenly asked while you were tending the bar one night.

“Excuse me?” You asked as you wiped down the beer glasses you had just rinsed.

“I thought you said you wanted me to leave you alone, and yet here you are at my favorite bar,” he smirked.

You shook your head, amazed how he could just twist and turn things to fit his little scenario.

“I think I should be the one saying that to you since this is my sister’s bar?” You raised an eyebrow.

Hangman raised an eyebrow to mirror yours. “Penny’s your sister?” He asked.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “So you be careful now, because one wrong step and I have the authority to ring that bell,” you looked over at the bell right above your head, and so did he.

Over the next few weeks, Hangman would continue to try and talk to you. Sometimes you’d help Penny at the bar when you’ve got nothing better to do, or just hangout there with your friends and he would be absolutely relentless. Asking Penny about you or even trying to woo your friend into giving him your number. You’d fall for his charms if you noticed how he could be just the worst bully at times.

Some college kids were learning how to play pool at the table, and he’d intimidate them enough into giving it up. Sometimes he’d even bully the other pilots, which you thought should be breaking some kind of bro code at the Navy. 

Hangman even bullied your date into dumping you right before your second date. He saw him pick you up at the bar and he had been fuming out of his ears all night, especially when your date led you out to the patio where he gave you a kiss and promised to meet you again next weekend. When next weekend rolled around, you waited for him at the bar, but he was a no show.

“Hangman told him to never come back,” Jimmy said, handing you a glass of beer.

“What?” You asked, incredulous.

“Young man was here half an hour ago, but then Hangman told him you weren’t interested and that he shouldn’t come back. So he left,” Jimmy shrugged, going away to the other patrons.

You turned to the pool tables where Hangman was bent over, lining his stick with the cue ball, and marched towards him. He looked up just in time to see you with smoke coming out of your ears.

“What is your problem?” You asked, keeping your voice level even if you wanted to slap that smug smile off his face so badly.

“I don’t follow,” he shrugged.

“You just can’t stand it, can you? You can’t take the fact that I refuse to fall head over heels for you and worship the ground you walk on, so now you make it a point to just vex me?” You called him out right in front of the other pilots.

Hangman was truly taken aback, never been called out in front everyone like this before. He tried to speak, but he truly could not think of any justifications for his action other than seeing you with someone else made him utterly jealous.

“You know what? If you hadn’t been such a jerk, you might have had a slight chance, but that is long gone now,” you said, turning back on your heels and grabbing your purse to head out. Disappointed and annoyed that you had gotten all dressed up and cute for nothing because of him.

Right as you were about to walk out the door, Penny rang the bell and looked at Hangman pointedly. First time in the history of The Hard Deck, a Navy pilot was going to have to buy rounds for everybody. The man sighed, mood ruined and completely defeated as everybody cheered. Your visits to The Hard Deck lowered after that, and if you did visit, you made it a point to stay far away from him. If you happened to be helping Penny tend the bar, he would not be the one ordering.

People say there is a thin line between love and hate. It was not the case for you. You strongly hated the man who thinks he was better than everyone else and that he can get away with anything. For him, however, the line was a little bit blurry. Ever since you confronted him and his ego was bruised, he had been living in denial; he didn’t know how to deal his feelings for you. So, like most babies and teenagers, he lashed out and decided that if you hated him, then he hated you too.

You remembered watching Hangman celebrate graduating TOPGUN with the rest of the pilots and that he had been at the top of his class. You helped Penny carry their beers and food out to the patio; you could feel his eyes on you, but you refused to look up to meet them. Setting the cartons of cold beer and a platter of seafood on the table, you went back inside and that was the last you saw of him.

That was until today. Wearing a blue satin dress that hugged your wonderful figure, you stopped by The Hard Deck for some drinks. You sat on one of the bar stools and pulled your hair up, fanning yourself at the heat and humidity even if your dress was revealing plenty.

“You’re back early,” Penny said, looking at her watch that said 8PM. How was the wedding?” Penny asked, handing you a cold bottle of beer that you immediately pressed to your neck, relieved to finally feel something cold against your skin.

“Horrible,” you said, taking a gulp. “There was nothing to eat over there. Oh, and her ex showed up and interrupted the best man’s speech during the reception,” you explained, taking another gulp.

“No way,” Penny chuckled, taking a rag and wiping the table off a little.

“That’s not the worst part. His ex showed up at the ceremony and said “I object!” during the whole “speak now or forever hold your peace” thing,” you stated.

Penny gasped. “Oh my God, I would’ve loved to see that!”

You chuckled, but then gasped again as you felt the heat creeping up on you. “It is like a thousand degrees in here!” You exclaimed, pulling your hair up again and fanning yourself. Penny ducked down to look for a piece of paper you could use as a fan, and your eyes caught something–or rather, someone–familiar approaching the bar.

“Penny, my dear,” he called out. Penny stood straight back up. Oh, you could not mistake that voice. “Four beers, please,” he asked.

“Coming right up,” she said, and finally moved out of the way so he could clearly see you and you could clearly see him.

Two years since the last time you met and he looked somewhat more mature, especially when he wasn’t wearing his Navy uniforms. You wondered if you should say hi or at least smile, but Penny came back with four beers and handed it to him before you could figure it out. He smiled sweetly at her, and just before he turned around completely, he took a glance at you. You weren’t sure if he was smiling at you as well.

“What the heck?” You leaned in close to your sister, slightly bent over the bar.

“They came back yesterday, called to do something about a top secret mission,” Penny filled you in.

“And you only thought to mention this to me now?” You raised a brow, putting on an offended face.

“The naval base is literally right there. They’re bound to come back sooner or later,” Penny said.

“And since when are you so chummy?” You asked again, referring to the way he called your sister ‘dear’.

“I always liked him,” she shrugged as if it was no big deal. “He never did anything to offend me because he doesn’t want to get on the other end of the bell again,” she pointed out with a classic Penny Benjamin smirk.

“Traitor,” you declared.

Your sister laughed as she handed a bottle of beer to another patron. “Come on, (Y/N), that was two years ago. How long are you going to still hate him over a date you don’t even know was going to work out?”

“If the date wasn’t going to work out, who was he to say anything? At least let me figure that out on my own since, I don’t know, it was my date,” you rambled on.

“Okay, calm down,” your sister said because other patrons standing around you were looking at you now. “Why don’t you head out the back and I’ll get you some dinner?” Penny offered.

“Fine,” you grumbled, taking your purse and beer off the bar stool before you squeezed your way through the crowd to the patio.

As soon as the cool breeze hit your skin, you sighed in relief. You gathered your hair into a bun and found a clip in your purse to hold it in place as you leaned on the railing. You couldn’t exactly see the ocean waves, but you could hear it crashing to the shore.

“Got stood up?” A voice called out. When you looked back you saw a man older than you standing in the doorway, his hand holding a bottle of beer. His hair was unkempt, his beard looked like there are crumbs of potato chips in it, and from the flush of his skin, you knew he was drunk.

“No, just came to check on my sister. I’m headed home soon,” you told him, hoping it was dismissive enough that he becomes discouraged.

You could hear the thump of his boots on the wooden patio approaching you, however, making you sigh. He stood right next to you, hand circling your waist and pulling you close. You could feel your heart beating against your chest, your palms sweaty and your fingertips cold as you twisted yourself out of his hands.

“Oh come on, you don’t have to play hard to get,” the man smirked. His hand moved again, this time grabbing your ass. You could feel your heart plunge to your stomach.

“Stop it!” You shouted, shoving his hand away. You could see that it did not discourage him, and when he moved forward again, your arm swung and punched him square in the nose. Your own action took you by surprise, not sure where you had found the courage to do that.

The man bent over, holding his nose. “You bitch!” He screamed.

The pain of your knuckles coming in contact with his nose shot right through every nerve in your body and you gasped in pain, holding your knuckle with your left hand to soothe the pain. Suddenly, the man grabbed you by your arms as he glared at you, a hint blood trickling down his nose. You tried to kick him away, but his firm grip pulled you flush against his body, immobilizing you. You could smell the alcohol on him and it made you wince in disgust.

“Hey!” Hangman appeared at the door, immediately shoving the guy away. The man toppled to the ground just as the other pilots came to your aid. Hangman shielded you from him and stared the man, who now looked shorter as he cowered, down.

“Apologize to the lady,” Hangman said, gripping the man by his collars. “Apologize!” He barked, jerking the limp man.

“S-sorry! Sorry!” He shouted, looking more scared of Hangman than actually feeling remorse.

Hangman shoved him away and turned to you while his friends restrained him and escorted him out. He gently placed a hand on your arm and you flinched a little until you saw that it was him and he guided you to sit down on one of the chairs.

“You’re hopped up on adrenaline,” the man said, kneeling right in front of you. He took off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, leaving him in a white t-shirt. You didn’t realize that you were shivering until you felt the warmth on your skin. Hangman looked at your hand, red and raw after punching the man so hard.

Penny came running. “Oh my God, are you okay?” She asked, squatting down right next to Hangman right in front of you.

You couldn’t find the words to answer her but you nodded slowly.

“She’s in shock,” Hangman said. “She should go home and put some ice on that hand,” he said to your sister.

Penny looked back at the bar and then at you, realizing that she was understaffed tonight, but you were far more important than a few angry patrons. She brushed your hair back, “Okay, I’ll-uh, I’ll tell Jimmy to close down early. Let’s get you home, okay?”

“No, no, don’t do that,” you shook your head, not wanting your sister close down the bar at 8 PM when it was just starting to get busy.

“I’ll take her home,” Hangman offered.

taglist: @dindjarinneedsahug @thespeeder​ @nothing2113 @hazelgirl355 @lgg5989 @bellamy1998

part two will be up shortly!

#jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fanfic #hangman x reader #hangman top gun #hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun fanfic #hangman seresin fanfic

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( ✉︎ ) SHORTCUTS TO MY MULTI-CHAP FICS!

This masterlist has got all my series in one spot. I put it together because my pinned post was getting way too long, so now it's easier for you to find and enjoy everything hassle-free. And of course all series can be find in the characters respective masterlists as well!

[✦] MLISTS .  LIBRARY

ego & black powder: pero tovar x prisonguard!reader

ongoing series, loose-fit fic

A prison guard shouldn’t be infatuated with a prisoner. Simple as that. But this new prisoner who you didn’t know the name of, made this rule very difficult to follow.

million dollar man: jack daniels x reader x frankie morales

ongoing series

Two years had passed since your break up with Jack, a fellow Statesmen agent. But everything re-ignites again when Champ asks you to go to San Francisco to investigate the disappearance of multiple women across the country and, sadly enough, agent Malibu. While doing anything with Jack is chaos enough, you also run in to another ex, a man that actually showed you kindness and someone you thought you could spend the rest of your days with that is until he started asking too many questions about your job, Frankie Morales.

we fall like snow: dieter bravo x bodyguard!ofc!amina addams

completed

After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

advanced politics of human sexuality: javi g x ofc!mia pradera

ongoing series

Still struggling to come to terms with his father’s recent passing, burdened by the weight of the business he left behind, Javi feels adrift. Meanwhile, years later, an unexpected twist of fate brings you back into Javi’s life again—the daughter of his favorite housekeeper. Uncertain about your future and what to do with it, you find yourself at a crossroads, while Javi wrestles with the irresistible pull he feels towards you.

i've got you darlin': moonknight x reader x din djarin

ongoing series

you find yourself in the middle of a dangerous race of who will steal priam's treasure first; a mysterious cloaked figure who calls himself moon knight or a man in clad armor who calls himself the mandalorian. amongst the chaos, you and steven try to protect the remnants of history.

watercolor eyes: sw!santiago garcia x reader

loose-fit fic, ongoing

After another day of lack of customers and loneliness, you come across a flyer that might grant you a night of relief and pleasure.

musician!joel miller masterlist

loose-fit fic, complete

One night you decide to visit a bar all by yourself. There you meet a guitarist, Joel miller, and things escalate from there. Here you'll find snippets and one-shots of the relationship.

exile: joel miller x ofc!june

Completed

Runners. Stalkers. Clickers. Shamblers. Bloaters. Domestics. All infected. One unlike the other. You expect the infection to eat you from the inside out, turning you into something horrid. But instead, you find yourself with leaf-shaped ears and antlers that belong to a deer. While you live out the rest of your days trying to adjust to your new features and survive, you meet Joel, a survivor just like you but with a more grim approach to life. Both of you adopt the forest as your home. One wants the other gone, meanwhile the other will do anything to not be left alone.

stay in bed: joel miller x reader, one sided tommy miller x reader

Ongoing series

After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

Infections Of a Different Kind (TLOU AU): FEDRA javier p. x firefly!reader

Completed

Javier, a former member of the Federal Disaster Response Agency in Kansas City, is haunted by the guilt and violence he indirectly caused by not taking action when he should have. After fleeing Kansas City in the aftermath of Kathleen's violent overthrow of FEDRA, you and Javier seek refuge in an abandoned train in the middle of a forest. As you and Javier turn the train into a living space and learn to navigate the dangers of a post-apocalyptic world, you gradually overcome your differences and form an unlikely bond. But when your pasts catch up with you, you must confront the demons that haunt you and make a choice that could mean the difference between life and death. Will you choose to protect each other and find a way to build a new life together, or will the ghosts of your pasts tear you apart?

dark hearted people: joel miller x reader x ezra

Ongoing series

Trying to reach Tommy, you and Joel meet a charming stranger. He persuades the two of you into helping him find his stolen equipment. During your travels, none of you expect to fall for one another.

behind the velvet rope: joel miller x actress!reader x dieter bravo

loose-fit fic, Completed

a grumpy bodyguard, an eccentric actor, and you, who is thrust into the limelight. What can go wrong? The three navigate the challenges of Hollywood, tensions may arise and conflicts may occur but they’ll always have each other to lean on.

move me | the stripper saga: stripper!jack daniels x f!reader

Completed

frustrated by your everyday life, you seek solace at a male strip club. It's your first time and you're instantly mesmerized by the one that calls himself "whiskey".

ravish masterlist: joel miller x webcam model!reader

loose-fit fic, Completed

Joel, only now starting to feel the impending sense of loneliness, decides to listen to Tommy and sign up on an online streaming service called Ravish.

GLOSSARY

loose-fit fic: A fan fiction style characterized by a series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

loose-fit fic, complete: A series that is complete but might produce new chapters typically driven by audience demand or interest.

loose-fit fic, ongoing: A series that lacks a strict, predetermined plot or timeline, often with irregularly posted chapters.

#masterlist #multichapter #series masterlist

[jess-moloney]

I too zoomed in multiple times on multiple frames of the video in Oregon Jamie posted and while it was in black and white, not much. Maybe two people standing in front of him which I theorized might’ve been Sam and his girlfriend if they were still in this part of the world at that point.

But, colorized stills of the video revealed the person recording has creepy witch hands and tattoos VERY strongly resembling Jess’s right hand/wrist. I’m 99.99% positive it was her.

So that led me to believe they spent Christmas in Malibu with his parents and went to Mt. Bachelor with them for New Year’s. Jamie went to Georgia for ST preproduction for who knows how long right after and went back to Oregon with Jess and possibly Sam and his girlfriend because they were in Costa Rica for Christmas. Assuming they stayed on this side of the world that long.

Anyway didn’t realize you were back or I’d have sent this in a few days ago. As far as Jess’s silence I think legal action’s been taken against her by either someone who’s kept tabs on what photos she steals from them and complied enough evidence or the legal action is from the Ice Studios side of things. Her being part owner puts her ass on the line for everything that’s said/done by the business.

I don’t follow Ice Studios or Renell either so you’d know more if Renell’s been suspiciously inactive like Jess or not. If legal action’s being taken against her or even just being threatened, I can understand staying off Instagram the way she is. She’s obviously still on liking stuff, so she’s just refraining from posting anything.

When whatever’s going on clears up for her I have no doubt the first thing she’ll do is a photo dump of all the time she’s lost (like the 2nd Oregon trip) and then probably buy a few thousand followers to inflate her ego a bit.

Also wanna point out she wore Ice Studios jackets in December right when stuff started to seem fishy and I think that was her trying to prove how legitimate their clothing and business is. Never wore her own company’s clothes before she was in some kind of trouble. 🤷‍♀️ She went to presumably the same mountain with the same weather on the same dates in ‘22 and didn’t wear Ice Studios jackets. Come on, Jess. That’s a little on the nose.

Think that’s all I’ve got for now. Nice to see you back even for a few posts!

I don't see anything you're claiming to see in any of the video footage it's too blurry to make out reflections of anyone or anything and I looked. If you see something that is your own opinion surely.

I never said Jess wasn't there, I said that it appears she wasn't there and then I said if she was there then obviously someone stopped her from posting and Jamie didn't want people to know she was there with him.

Even if legal action is being taken against her (and at this point that is entirely possible) why would that stop her from posting any personal stories of her with Jamie and why would that stop Jamie from posting personal photos with her? If he wanted people to know he was there with her, which clearly he didn't because he didn't post any photos with her.

If legal action is being taken I doubt there's any legal clause that says she can't post selfies or she can't post Jamie or pictures she took herself (which she would have legal ownership over) so that would not explain why she would have posted absolutely nothing if she were there with Jamie. Anyone watching her account for legal reasons wouldn't be watching for personal stories and videos she took with her own camera, they'd be watching for stolen material and misattribution to content.

As of now, there is no solid evidence she was with Jamie and no reason for her to not post photos if she was with with (and no reason for him not to post photos with her unless he doesn't want people to know he was with her which should be a red flag to anyone who supports them). Unless she's literally hiding from the law/lawsuits because she's a horrible person and she's trying to avoid court summons and being served, which would make Jamie an accessory to this by allowing her to hide with him to avoid being served legal action (and you wouldn't want that either).

Maybe eventually there will be a photo dump but maybe she wasn't with him. Maybe eventually she'll buy her followers back or maybe she's in too much hot water to get them back. Maybe they are in the middle of a breakup. Maybe the holidays were a last-ditch effort to make everything look "okay" before he ended it with her so he didn't end it on the holidays. Her silence says more than any of her posts ever say, and his lack of posting anything with her or about her on that trip (which historically he has done even when they went in December) is a red flag in of itself. Believe whatever you want but the truth is that there is no solid answers here and any speculation that can be made doesn't make Jess look good (and potentially makes Jamie look even worse.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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HAII the prompts u reposted hv my heart, perhaps the one that has “ bitter rivalry “ with jake x reader??

Malibu

--Sorry this took a while, I accidentally wrote a whole series... so here's part one --

The guys really thought they were so fucking funny, didn't they?

They had taken one single look at you and baptised you Malibu for Malibu Barbie and they had just kept on calling you that until the rest of your cohort, and soon the base had caught on. 

You had been able to keep yourself from crying when Seresin had called you that. He was a jackass, he liked to get on your nerves. But the first time someone else had called you that you had only been able to keep yourself from crying for however long it took you to sprint to the bathroom.

He really knew how to strike a nerve.

And it wasn't fair that he got such a cool callsign either. Especially one he liked. It wasn't fair when he just kept calling you Malibu with that fucking smirk and you had to keep yourself from seeming affected by the bullying. 

Still, despite his jackassery, your time at the academy wasn't all bad. You still managed to make friends. 

You were really grateful for the fact that your cohort had a nice group of women to befriend as you knew that it wasn't a given for the academy. Top Gun was definitely a man's world. 

It was hostile and competitive and full of overconfident pilots. Jake Seresin wasn't even the worst of the lot. The only difference was that Jake had the results to back up the confidence, and you hated it. 

"I don't know why you're so hung up on him." Lucky said in the rec room after another training exercise. You'd gone on another vent.

"I'm not hung up! He's just an dick who deserves to get his ass handed back to him" 

"And what an ass!" Maiden had whistled appreciatively.

"It's not that good," You replied.

The three of you stood there, staring at him for a minute. 

"Oh my God, what are we doing? Why are we staring?"

"Because that man is a snack" 

You rolled your eyes at her. He was passable at best. 

You wanted to fly because you loved it, but recently only did it to beat him. You studied, ate, drank and thought only to beat him. Maybe he would respect you then. 

So you stayed up all night making notes, studied during every second of free time and kept going until you scored full marks on exams. You imagined Seresin was doing the same, otherwise there was no reason for him to consistently be at the rec room coffee maker at the same time as you in the middle of the night. You never spoke during those coffee making minutes, but it was strange how civil you could be towards each other when no one was watching, you'd smile, nod at each other. And as much as you hated yourself for it, you'd caught yourself making him a cup of coffee too sometimes. But then he'd say thank you and say that damn callsign and your hate renewed and you tried harder to be better, to beat him, to squash his ego under your mucky boot.

No matter what you did, how hard you studied, it seemed like you were never rewarded. 

But then, out of the blue you were made Lieutenant and Hangman hadn't. You had tried to keep the smirk off of your face as you sauntered past him in The Hard Deck but seeing his sour face was too much for your self-control. You should have known your hubris would be punished.

It happened only a few weeks later.

The instructors had teamed you up with Seresin and his buddies for a flight exercise. It had been a nightmare. You fought harder and you had beaten him but at what cost. Your helmet came off and your tears mixed with your sweat.

You had hauled ass back to the hargarn, hoping to escape the angry boot stomps the person behind you. 

"What is the fucking matter, Malibu?" Hangman grabbed your arm and turned on your heels, punching him in the chest. You might as well have blown on him for all the good it did.

"Stop calling me that!"

"Jesus Christ, it's a fucking callsign"

"Just a fucking callsign Seresin?! Easy for you to fucking say, you can stand yours! Do you not understand that I might not like it? How it might be insulting?"  You shouted "I thought that if I beat you you might fucking respect me but no, of course fucking not. I made Lieutenant before you and you still can't be nice to me!"

"It wasn't that fucking serious! It was a game, I thought you knew that"

"A game?! You have mercilessly picked on me for four years and you thought this might be fun?"

"Jesus I'm sorry, I thought you could take a joke!"

You were both shouting at the top of your lungs, leaning forward so that while your boots were two feet away from one another, your faces were almost touching. The hangar made your voices echo. You could see the incredulous rage written on his face, his green eyes and the drops of sweat dripping down from his hairline. His usually perfect hair dishevelled and degelled where the flight helmet had made him warm. 

You wondered what he saw. Did he see the hate in your eyes, your reddened cheeks, your angry grimace? (Yes, he did. He also saw your plump lips, your lovely long neck and as you leaned he could also see down your shirt. Hangman had always disliked you, you were a stuck up bitch, but right now he wasn't sure what to feel)

Then, at the end of their time at the academy, their placements got delivered in neat little white envelopes. You had gathered at the Hard Deck with your friends, anxious to open your envelopes together.

Lucky was staying in San Diego.

Maiden was going to Florida.

You broke the seal of your envelope and ripped the paper out. 

"Hey, Malibu, where did you get?" Hangman asked. He had snuck up behind you, polluting your personal space with the aftershave he had put on.

"Why do you care Seresin" you said, turning your head to look at him.

He stared at you

"Anchorage, Alaska"

He smiled

"I guess you're stuck with me then"

He flipped that stupid toothpick with his tongue, taking your stomach along for the ride. 

You pursed your lips. Hangman's smile faltered a little but he recovered quickly, sending you a wink before you turned around and walked away.

#fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #fanfiction #jake seresin #hangman top gun #original fic #requests

[gachag0d]

Sour Taste ANGST | Obey Me x Olivia Rodrigo's Sour

Synopsis: Sorting the Obey Me characters into which Olivia Rodrigo's Sour songs I picture them crying to whist being insecure about themselves or thinking of a toxic MC.

Characters: The Brothers and The Dateable (-Luke)

CW: Olivia Rodrigo's music contains Swearing, Some Suggestive Content, Infidelity and Depictions of Toxic Relationships. Lyrics imply MC is toxic/unfaithful.

A/N: Love this album! I can't wait until the new one. "Vampire" has me hyped! Also, listen, I'm gonna be honest. I'm an Asmo stan, and this album is basically his angst playlist, right? You'll see his name pop up a bunch. Shh, don't worry about it... I just love angsty Asmo... (Mammon is here a bunch as well lol)

"All I did was try my best This the kind of thanks I get? Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah) They say these are the golden years But I wish I could disappear Ego crush is so severe God, it's brutal out here (Yeah!) I feel like no one wants me And I hate the way I'm perceived I only have two real friends And lately, I'm a nervous wreck 'Cause I love people I don't like And I hate every song I write And I'm not cool and I'm not smart And I can't even parallel park"

MAMMON, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Lucifer

"Ain't it funny All the twisted games All the questions you used to avoid? Ain't it funny? Remember I brought her up And you told me I was paranoid You betrayed me And I know that you'll never feel sorry For the way I hurt, yeah You'd talk to her When we were together Loved you at your worst But that didn't matter It took you two weeks To go off and date her Guess you didn't cheat But you're still a traitor God, I wish that you had thought this through Before I went and fell in love with you"

SOLOMON, Simeon, Diavolo, Lucifer, Satan

"And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, But I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you And I know we weren't perfect But I've never felt this way for no one, oh And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay, Now that I'm gone I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me 'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street"

SIMEON, Mammon, Beelzebub, Diavolo

"I called you on the phone today Just to ask you how you were All I did was speak normally Somehow I still struck a nerve You got me fucked up in the head, boy Never doubted myself so much Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy? I hate that I give you power over that kinda stuff 'Cause it's always one step forward and three steps back I'm the love of your life until I make you mad It's always one step forward and three steps back Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand No, I don't understand"

ASMODEUS, Mammon, Simeon, Leviathan

"So when you gonna tell her That we did that, too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu? Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit, too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused) Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu)"

MAMMON, Lucifer, Solomon, Asmodeus, Satan, Belphegor, Barbados

"Well good for you, I guess you're getting everything you want You bought a new car and your career's really taking off It's like we never even happened, baby What the fuck is up with that? And good for you, it's like you never even met me Remember when you swore to God I was the only Person who ever got you Well, screw that and screw you You will never have to hurt the way you know that I do Well good for you You look happy and healthy, not me If you ever cared to ask Good for you You're doing great out there without me, baby God, I wish that I could do that I've lost my mind I've spent the night Crying on the floor of my bathroom But you're so unaffected, I really don't get it But I guess good for you"

SATAN, Belphegor, Mammon, Asmodeus, Leviathan

"Before you found someone more exciting The next second, you were gone And you left me there cryin', wonderin' what I did wrong And you always say I'm never satisfied But I don't think that's true 'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough Don't you think I loved you too much to be used and discarded? Don't you think I loved you too much to think I deserve nothing? But don't tell me you're sorry, boy Feel sorry for yourself 'Cause someday I'll be everything to somebody else And they'll think that I am so exciting And you'll be the one who's crying Yeah, you always say I'm never satisfied But I don't think that's true You say I'm never satisfied But that's not me, it's you 'Cause all I ever wanted was to be enough But I don't think anything could ever be enough For you, enough for you, oh-oh No, nothing's enough for you"

ASMODEUS, Beelzebub, Mammon, Leviathan, Simeon

"We broke up a month ago Your friends are mine, you know, I know You've moved on, found someone new One more girl who brings out the better in you And I thought my heart was detached From all the sunlight of our past But she's so sweet, she's so pretty Does she mean you forgot about me? Oh, I hope you're happy But not like how you were with me I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go So find someone great, but don't find no one better I hope you're happy, but don't be happier"

SIMEON, Diavolo, Barbados, Lucifer, Solomon

"All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy Co-comparison is killing me slowly I think, I think too much 'Bout kids who don't know me And I'm so sick of myself I'd rather be, rather be (oh, oh) Anyone, anyone else (anybody else) Jealousy, jealousy"

LEVIATHAN, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Mammon

"It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we do 'Cause I was going down, but I was doing it with you Yeah, everything we broke, and all the trouble that we made But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face Oh, look what we became All the things I did Just so I could call you mine All the things you did Well, I hope I was your favorite crime Your favorite crime Your favorite crime 'Cause baby, you were mine"

MAMMON, SIMEON, Solomon, Belphegor, Barbados

"Address the letters, to the holes in my butterfly wings Nothing's forever, nothing's as good as it seems And when the clouds won't iron out And the monsters creep into your house And every door is hard to close Well, I hope you know how proud I am you were created With the courage to unlearn all of their hatred God, I hope that you're happier today 'Cause I love you, and I hope that you're okay"

LUCIFER, Simeon, Diavolo, Beelzebub

Honestly, I can see all the Brothers just bawling at this one...

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me swd #sour #olivia rodrigo #my writing

[miss-camarderie-herself]

Just thought I’d acknowledge Class of 3000’s existence in my upcoming reality web project, Egos of Malibu

#rebecca jefferson #tionna cooper #wren bolton #egos of malibu #webtoon #reality tv #cartoon network #class of 3000

[ladyelissarose]

‘A Heart With Wings’

Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, the word s*x is mentioned, angst, y’all are going to cry for Hangman.. sorry. This Chapter mostly covers what happened in the 3 months that they were back home from deployment.

Chapter 3

Hangman’s POV... During the 1st month..

  That first night back in San Diego at Hard Deck, Hangman spent most of his time with his new Barbie Girl, Cathrine Jeffries. She was very attentive to him and made Hangman feel seen and his ego that night had boosted big time. He felt like he was soaring every time Jeffries complimented him or brushed her hand on his puffed chest or well built arms. He thought he had fallen harder for her when she mentioned that she had just joined Top Gun, she showed him her call sign, ‘Malibu’. She then explained to him that she was given the call sign: Malibu, because she was from there and looked like a Malibu Barbie. Hangman totally agreed and liked her for it. Catherine’s little girl friends stayed only for a little while then left, leaving Cathrine with Hangman alone. The night was getting late and both Hangman and Malibu were a little buzzed, one thing led to another and they ended up in the same bed that night in his home. After that night, they convinced each other that it was meant to be, they were one another’s destiny. Two flight pilots madly in love it seemed. In two weeks she had started to stay there more frequently, her things ending up at his place more and more. Hangman took her out on endless dates and spoiled her rotten, as she gave him her ‘endless attention.’ Soon Jeffries introduced Hangman to her friends and ‘new team’. Though Jeffries mentioned that a Constantine Oceans was a part of the team too, but that she never liked to come because she hated Jeffries guts, and from there Jeffries always spoke trash about Oceans with her friends and Jake, making him believe that Oceans was indeed a terrible person with a nasty ego and hurtful personality.

 But Jake liked the rest of them, he just had a little problem with their over judgements and gossip, but he’d ignore most of it and instead tried to get used to how they were. So, In the first month, things looked romantic and great for them.. and in order.. basically almost perfect. 

Oceans POV.. during the 1st month..

 Oceans went back to Hard Deck the following day, more fresh, sober and somewhat happy to have an actual conversation with her new friend, Penny. Penny was more than pleased to see the new familiar face walk in with her natural orangish curls bouncing as she sorta skipped towards the bar with a cheerful voice calling out to her by name. Oceans insisted she’d help Penny for a while at the bar, to keep herself occupied, and Penny agreed after being constantly begged and convinced by Oceans saying that it was ‘good for her’. That same day Maverick came by again with Rooster, Phoenix and Bob. Maverick soon introduced himself to Oceans as ‘Penny’s man’, and became well acquainted with her as he formally introduced himself. Rooster right away took Oceans under his wing as he accompanied her during the afternoon telling her that if anyone messed with her that he’d deal with them. And also right away he got comfortable calling her ‘sis’, and Oceans couldn’t of been happier, comforted to have someone to see her as a sister again. The minute Phoenix and Bob told Oceans their side of their life and story, while showing off their true, fun and silly personalities, she knew immediately  that they’d become the ‘Trouble Triplets’. Often the pulled funny pranks on Maverick and a few accidentally involved Cyclone when he was around. But it wasn’t supposed to happen that way of course.

  That evening was the beginning of a beautiful friendship she grew with these people. Maverick treated Oceans like a daughter, always watching out for her and being interested in her conversations, and always making a point to laugh out loud at Oceans’ silly jokes (even if they were just too cheesy). Oceans began to work daily at the Hard Deck and received a small check every weekend, though Oceans told Penny she was just volunteering. But Penny wouldn’t dare send Oceans home dry after doing good, and hard work. On  Fridays and Saturdays Oceans would hang out with Maverick and Rooster, as she helped them fix Mavericks plane. Maverick grew to like the fact that Oceans knew everything about a plane, and began to see her potential, and her knowledge about Top Gun, he just didn’t know how or why she knew so much yet. On Sundays she’d hang out with Phoenix and Bob, and soon Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy joined their group. They’d have trips around San Diego, and they loved to hang out on the beach. Oceans soon was very comfortable with all of them, it was like she had become a part of their team,  she loved it, and so did they. 

 Hangman’s POV.. the 2nd month..

 As time passed, Hangman began to realize how controlling Jeffries was, there were several times where Coyote and Rooster would invite him for a ‘guys night’ and the minute he told her about going, she’d get very emotional and cry saying that he didn’t love her and preferred his friends over her. Sometimes they would even show up to hang out and he’d have to tell them that he didn’t have time, saying he was busy, using his girlfriends words of course, and that maybe next time it’d probably be possible, but next time never came. And when they’d call or text, he’d have to go to the restroom and answer quickly, if not Jeffries would start accusing him of cheating. Which he always said he wasn’t, and showed her his texts from his friends, but she’d either way get upset. Soon her manipulation got the best of Hangman and he’d do everything she wanted instead, soon leaving all the invitations from his friends to hang, he began to live up to his call sign. Hangman thought that if he upset his girlfriend that it would make him look bad, and wrong. This was honestly his first, longest relationship, he was more of a one-night-stand kind of guy before, and now that he changed, he didn’t want to screw it up. But Jeffries was taking advantage of his no knowledge about a real relationship and instead was showing him a very toxic way of how a relationship worked. Though Hangman loved having Jeffries company and thought their sex was great, he was beginning to feel a weird void from within. Soon he realized it was the fact he missed the warmth of ‘his team’, his family. But every time he’d try to escape with them, she’d come up with plans on the spot and take him away, saying he had to be there to support her, not realizing that she was using him as a walking trophy instead, for his high rank and kill counts, making her look better of course, because she had the ‘perfect partner or boyfriend’. But as the nights passed the void became bigger, as he missed saying to his wingman,

  ‘Night Roos..’ and Rooster saying back to him, ‘Night Hangs..’. Or telling his Captain,

  ‘What’s up Old Man?’ Or ‘What’s up Fossil?’ And Maverick would always reply with, ‘Just flying smoothly, son.’ Theirs replies to his silly gestures were enough for him to know he was wanted and loved by them, and Hangman dearly missed that.

 Oceans POV.. the 2nd month..

 Oceans by then had become extremely close to Maverick and Penny, and soon she was staying with them, because Maverick insisted that he didn’t want her living alone, ‘what if someone came to bother her and they weren’t there to help’ was his excuse. But Penny agreed and intrigued Oceans to take their offer, which she did. Soon their connection was close enough where Oceans was sharing her life story in details. And soon Maverick understood why she knew so much about Top Gun, Oceans was going to be an official Naval pilot herself. But learned also why she quit and never flew a jet again for Top Gun. Oceans told them that she was a Naval Mechanist at the moment, and seemed to enjoy it just fine. During that conversation, Penny asked what had gone wrong with the 4 girls that had walked into Hard Deck that day she came back, making Oceans leave immediately to avoid their presence.  

  Oceans ended up shared that story too, telling them how she overreacted to a comment Jeffries had made, causing her a whole scene. Maverick’s mind then began to run with ideas of what to do about that, sense Oceans had mentioned about having to be a part of their team again when they went back to the ocean. Oceans either way enjoyed being a mechanic for now, she felt safe and confident at her job. Then, at certain get togethers they had, Oceans was always hearing the words, ‘Why isn’t Hangman coming this time?’ ‘Where’s Jake?’ ‘Who’s got Seresin this time?’, she could only guess that there was a member of the team missing, but she never asked them personally questions, she only knew what they told her, which was that one of their pilots was ghosting them. 

 Hangman’s POV.. the 3rd month.. 

 The third month had finally come, meaning he now had to live on base to train before they got on the ship. To some extent he was mad ready to head back in the skies, and be away from Jeffries whom he had called ‘his love’ before. He was being more eye opened to the way she began to mistreat and embarrass him. During their time together, Hangman had made the mistake of sharing his insecurities with Jeffries, and soon she began to turn his own words against him and tease him about it, Jeffries was a bully at heart. What was only like a playful thing at first supposedly, soon began to really get ugly and just hurt him internally. One day it all came down when Jeffries told him to forcefully transfer to her team to be with her, to which he finally took the stand for his own good and said, ‘no’. It only made Jeffries angry that she couldn’t change his mind, so she began to degrade his rank and flying capabilities, saying she was much better and was going to be above him in everything. When he argued with her and said no that he’d make sure that it wasn’t possible, Jeffries used his insecurity issue to say yes, that because of that particular insecurity, he was always going to be nothing, which finally broke Hangman into pieces. Deep down his insecurity was a pretty bad issue, so her using that against him, made him believe everything she said. That day he had left the argument and went to get fresh air, to think about everything he had said and done, thinking that maybe he was the bad guy indeed, maybe just too sensitive all of a sudden. So he went back to his house to apologize, to which he regretted wholly when he found his house a disaster and all of Jeffries friends shaming and humiliating him. He didn’t know how many were there, all he remembers that night, is passing by and ignoring all of them while they did their shenanigans, taking his duffel bag for the Navy, packing all of his things that he knew he needed, and walked out, with a shattered heart and a tear stained face. 

 Before he would leave for base, he wanted to go to Hard Deck first and get some fresh air around his friends, explaining to them what had all gone wrong and that he had never left them because of him intentionally, so that’s where he headed exactly.

Oceans POV.. the 3rd month..

 Oceans had already packed her things and was about to head for base which was on the lower part of California, sense she was supposed to be getting on a different ship, her base was a different one too (the one Jeffries was going to be at) meaning she have to say goodbye to all her good friends. She went to Hard Deck to cry in Phoenixs’ and Bobs’ arms as she told them how much she’d miss them and their good times together, then in Roosters arms reminding him of all the good times they had together while dancing and fixing Mavericks plane. Coyote, Payback and Fanboy also listened to Oceans cry her heart out to them about the days they played football on the beach and how it was a great time. Penny had had her share of it all that morning, when Oceans had already started crying, and even more when Maverick was no where to be seen. Penny told Oceans that he had to run a quick, early errand, and soon she’d see him, which only comforted Oceans heart just a little bit. The early afternoon rolled around and Maverick was still no where to be seen, all of Oceans friends hated seeing their friend cry, so they hinted to one another to hype up the bar later in the afternoon, to hype up their friend, and make her goodbye special, without knowing Maverick would bomb them all at the end of the day. First, Phoenix being the best girlfriend she was, took Oceans to the near by shops, and had her hair get freshly trimmed and her nails done appropriately for the Navy, then went to buy her a dress, saying that she wanted Oceans last day in San Diego with them to be special, and special it would be indeed. Until it someone came to crash it in the end...

#jake seresin #jake seresin x oc #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman x you #hangman headcanons #hangman blurb #hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman seresin x reader #topgun x reader #top gun hangman #jake seresin fluff #jake seresin angst #hangman angst

[sincericida]

I remember people used to drag Alyssa for no reason two years ago, now that’s he’s dating £4k witch NOW they’re switching up?? 😭 //

Tbf the people I've seen on twitter who are mainly (and rightfully) dragging the witch always liked Alyssa. And his other girlfriends as well. The witch... I am speechless. He seems insane too if you've seen her videos.

Two years ago on twitter, I saw many people who liked the Andrew & Alyssa couple, but I also saw a lot of hatred against it - especially people who never overcame Stonefield. Don’t even talk to me about the luxury witch. Every video of her I see, the more charlatan she looks. And the more irritated by the questioning she seems to be. I think it’s symptomatic that she’s doing ego search instead of taking advantage of the mansion where she’s in Malibu, going to the beach, fucking Andrew.

I find her beautiful, but unfortunately the character is very doubtful.

#ask box #ask anon #my thoughts #andrew garfield #kate tomas #luxury witch #ex girlfriend #alyssa miller #stonefield #ask response

[appears]

15th Anniversary

Tommy february6: Strawberry Cream Soda Pop "Daydream" (2009.02.25)

A greatest hits collection can be irresistible. Generally speaking, they bypass the chance of any filler tracks, do a solid job of hitting and summarizing the career highlights, and are especially beneficial to new listeners looking to test the waters of a new obsession while also being a great stroll down memory lane for longtime fans. I agree with the argument that these collections became superfluous cash grabs after the ability to burn CDs at home rendered them moot, let alone the birth of the digital playlist -- why pay for someone else's idea of the best songs when you can customize your own? -- but I can't help grabbing one off of the shelf, sometimes over a studio album, whenever I'm in a hurry, knowing I'm guaranteed a great experience from start to finish. There are some really great ones that hit it out of the park and come to mind immediately: hide's PSYCHOMMUNITY, The Weeknd's The Highlights, and Tommy february6's Strawberry Cream Soda Pop "Daydream."

Tommy february6's greatest hits collection was released in February of 2009, and celebrates two amazing album cycles of music under Tomoko Kawase's alter ego. At eighteen songs, there's a lot to explore here, as aside from the big singles like "EVERYDAY AT THE BUS STOP" and "je t’aime ★ je t’aime," it also features some B-sides and album cuts. And since Tommy's albums were so excellent, this compilation ends up being nearly flawless. Every track captures the sugar rush of peak-80s synth-pop, heavily inspired by cult duo Strawberry Switchblade and the compositions of Stock Aitken Waterman filtered through MALIBU CONVERTIBLE's impeccable production.

In fact, there are only a few issues that I have, the biggest being that it felt a little early for a greatest hits collection. Though we were seven years into her career, with just two full studio albums, it felt more ominous than celebratory, and indeed, this sort of preceded what ended up being a much more sparse release schedule under the moniker -- after this collection, she only released one mini-album, one full album, and a handful of songs from february6, most which lost this signature sound, veering instead toward more modern dance-pop. Perhaps she saw this coming and released this to collect those songs and deliberately signal the end of a kind of era. That would make sense if you took into account the last track on here, which is the new song "◯Strawberry●Cream◯Soda●Pop◯," a song that sounds a tad out of place. Second, with so many songs on the collection, it begs the question as to why certain non-singles songs were chosen over others. I don't have any good answers, and I don't mind the choices, but I do feel like the second half gets a little packed with slower songs.

This album was released as the sister compilation album to her other alter ego Tommy heavenly6's Gothic Melting Ice Cream's Darkness "Nightmare." It was released in three different versions: CD+DVD, CD-only, and a giant limited edition box set over 12" tall that featured lots of extra goodies. Greatest hits albums have the advantage of being easy to declare near perfect, and this is one of the easiest of all.

Catalog Number: DFCL-1530~1

#tomoko kawase #tommy february6 #j-pop #japanese pop

[darsynia]

Trust Fall | Ch 16a

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Summary: Tony/OC, ‘terrorists made us fall in love;’ IM1 timeline. In this chapter, Emory and Tony finally get to talk to each other, with some interesting results in regards to her power generation.

Length: 3,414

Taglist: @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @arrthurpendragon @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Excerpt:

“I met with the CIA’s version of Jeff Bezos yesterday, complete with cheap office supplies and a superior attitude. He said the injections are doing something to you, and they can fix it, and I should stay the hell away if I want the best for you. You can imagine how well that went.”

“Flamethrowers?” she guesses, trying to breathe slowly and deeply to calm her racing heart.

“That’s a great idea. JARVIS, make a note of that, will you?” Tony says, sounding pleased.

“Certainly, sir. Shall I add that to the growing pile of possible criminal charges you’ll be facing since your return?” a British voice asks dryly.

“Who is that and what do they mean ‘criminal charges?’” Emory demands, the slow breaths abandoned.“That’s uh, don’t worry about that,” Tony says. She can somehow hear his dismissive gesture. “JARVIS is my AI, I programmed him to be snarky. He’s trying to get you upset, it means he likes you, and wants to punish me. Anyway, the only reason I haven’t unleashed hell yet is, it sounds like you need their help.”

Chapter Sixteen: 5:44 AM to 8:27 AM in Washington, D.C.

“It’s me.”

“Tony, oh my God!” Emory bursts out, clutching at the receiver with both hands. She has so much to tell him, but she shouldn’t start with the heavy stuff. “You’re safe, right? It must be three in the morning! Did you get dehydrated too? How much longer before--”

“Well at least they’re not using some secret government tech to pretend to be you,” he interrupts. “Though, it wouldn’t take more than an hour to learn how caring you are. I’m at home in Malibu and it’s quiet as hell,” he says, proving in his transition from the compliment into a gripe that it’s really Tony she’s on the phone with. “I had to jump through some bullshit hoops to make this call, and if they could hear my thoughts they would cut it off right now. You should be here. With me.”

The sexy sternness in his voice makes her catch her breath in ways he probably didn’t intend. Then again, it’s Tony. “I wish I was,” she says, perching on the front edge of the loveseat. “I kept thinking there was something wrong every time I rolled over in bed--”

Tony breaks in again, low and teasing. “Someone’s missing? Agreed.”

“Well yes,” she says, pleased and flustered, “--but I mostly meant it was strange not to feel the cot shake. Took a long time to fall asleep.”

“I fell asleep in my computer chair. Drifted off, fell forward, and somehow commanded the computer to lock down your medical records for another week,” he says. 

Emory has to cover her mouth with her fingers not to laugh and further inflate his ego. He sounds insolent and challenging, and it’s for her benefit. The thing is, she knows Tony, at least a version of him. He’s got to be coming apart at the edges a little.

“I can picture you right now,” she says. “You’re near a window, looking out on the ocean, and you can’t stand the view. And I bet you’ve barely eaten anything.”

“You just can’t turn it off, can you?” Tony observes. Emory winces, but he’s right. She’s trying to take care of him from across the country, when in reality, he’s free and she’s not. It’s ignoring herself in favor of someone else again, but his voice doesn’t carry censure. It’s kind and encouraging, a tone she suspects most people never get to hear. She doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. 

“Darnit, Tony, now is not the time!”

“Look at that.” He’s smug, but there’s an indulgent curve in his voice that’s slaying her. “Our first fight on US soil. Looking forward to the makeup sex, sweetheart. Or any kind, really.”

“That’s assuming they change their mind about letting us anywhere near each other,” she grumbles, pulling her feet up and shoving herself back onto the loveseat with her heels.

“They will.”

His statement has an element of certainty that feels significant. “Tony, did you…” she hesitates, then goes for it, “Did you threaten--”

He interrupts right away. “I deeply resent the surprise in your voice, Jailbird. I didn’t slave away at being born rich to never misuse my influence! If they don’t want me to ask public questions about your whereabouts, they should keep me informed.”

Emory sinks further into the loveseat, grinning behind her knees. Jailbird! She reaches up and pulls out the ponytail she’d slept in so her hair can block her face from the cameras that are definitely monitoring the room. 

“So, what? You told them you’d start making a fuss in the media about where I am?” Emory remembers Fury’s admonition about Tony and feels its importance in a new way. A zap of fear courses through her, but she mentally swats it away. If SHIELD had wanted her to follow rules rather than her own judgment, they should have let her know. The mental swat isn’t really working to repel her feelings of dire responsibility, though. How is she going to let Tony know what’s going on without him wanting to wade in with both feet? Just the thought of figuring that out is making her feel like she’s drowning.

“Stop freaking out. They told me,” Tony says.

“...what?” Emory almost drops the phone receiver and her knees slide down. Surprise has overridden all muscle commands. Surely he wouldn’t sound as calm if he knew they were planning to send her on a mission--

“Breathe,” Tony’s voice says from the phone in her lap. She snatches it back up.

“I-- I am, I was just-- what exactly did they tell you?”

“I don’t like the influence those assholes have on you, for the record. You’re prevaricating, like you’re not sure what to reveal, and I can tell,” Tony snaps. He continues, less harsh but still unhappy; “I met with the CIA’s version of Jeff Bezos yesterday, complete with cheap office supplies and a superior attitude. He said the injections are doing something to you, and they can fix it, and I should stay the hell away if I want the best for you. You can imagine how well that went.”

“Flamethrowers?” she guesses, trying to breathe slowly and deeply to calm her racing heart.

“That’s a great idea. JARVIS, make a note of that, will you?” Tony says, sounding pleased.

“Certainly, sir. Shall I add that to the growing pile of possible criminal charges you’ll be facing since your return?” a British voice asks dryly.

“Who is that and what do they mean ‘criminal charges?’” Emory demands, the slow breaths abandoned.

“That’s uh, don’t worry about that,” Tony says. She can somehow hear his dismissive gesture. “JARVIS is my AI, I programmed him to be snarky. He’s trying to get you upset, it means he likes you, and wants to punish me. Anyway, the only reason I haven’t unleashed hell yet is, it sounds like you need their help.”

“I haven’t felt any effects yet, withdrawal, or whatever, but yes, I think so.” Emory weighs what to say and decides that Fury or some other agent is probably listening in, and if they are, they’ll find a way to stop her if she says something she shouldn’t. “They might need me, too. The scientist who developed the injections is bad news. My jailors--” Tony snorts at this reference to the nickname he’d used. This boosts her confidence as she searches for a careful, ‘you don’t have to get involved’ way to explain everything. “Basically, they think I’m not the only one. If there’s a chance to stop people like Yinsen from being medically dependent on an unscrupulous opportunist, it’s worth doing, don’t you think?”

“That’s ‘handler’ language, Emory,” Tony complains. “But, yes.”

“They think if I tell you anything you’ll turn Bryan Mills or decide to throw your money around trying to fix things, and it won’t be by tucking it into their bikini bottoms,” Emory points out. “So you get what you get.”

Tony bursts out laughing. “Listen to you! That was practically Stark-ian. Is that all the info I get?”

“For now, until I know more,” Emory tells him, biting her lip against the white lie. It’s almost everything, but the thing she’s holding back is big. Time to fall back on deflection again, she decides. “So this ‘JARVIS’ guy, can he be reached at the same phone number as you? For if things don’t work out.”

“I am going to make you incoherent when I finally get to see you in person. Nonverbal. It’s my new goal in life, right after I figure out how to get there,” Tony says, enunciating every word in that way he does when he wants all of a person’s attention.

“Not much of a challenge, just take your shirt off so I can see your arms,” she teases.

“As much as I love where this is going, I make it a policy to never have phone sex when the government is listening in.”

Emory throws her head back to grin helplessly at the ceiling. Then she sits up in dismay. “Oh shit!”  

“What? What happened?” Tony asks, instantly alarmed.  “Em?”

“Gimme a sec.”

Everything lighter than her desk is airborne. Like their kiss on the cave floor, there’s a column of air spinning around her, and she hadn’t even realized she was doing it. Instead of feeling the layers of power build up, Emory had simply let them loose into the space around her. She watches as the pen that used to be beside her journal spins around at head level. Stabbing her hand into the danger zone, Emory snatches it out of the air.

Before she can really let herself think about what could have happened if doing that had destabilized the entire cyclone, she writes ‘lack of control when first wake up?’ on the back of her hand, in case it’s relevant. 

The objects spinning around her are much heavier than the dust and small rocks they’d knocked out of the cave whirlwind. Somehow she’s got to get them down without knocking herself out.

“Okay. Remember when we had the sand and dust fight? Well, instead of sand, it’s a computer chair! And my new journal! A laptop, books--” Emory breaks off and takes a long breath. There’s nothing Tony can do from where he is, and her inner PA needs to calm the talent. Maybe if she reminds him of… “I think we should consider renting an open field for any extracurricular activities,” she teases. 

“First of all, those activities are a permanent part of the curriculum,” he says firmly. “Second of all, it sounds like you ought to be relocated somewhere that won’t put anyone else in danger.” Tony sounds officious, and his voice has gotten louder. He’s not talking to her anymore. “I recall multiple instances in the cave where I could have feared for my life. There’s a warehouse that my family used to use for the most dangerous stuff, very remote, out in upstate New York. It would be an extreme hardship, but if it would help, I’d gladly offer to house Ms. Autumn there for as long as is necessary. I would even allow you to use my technology to monitor all of ou--” he breaks off. Even though this could backfire on them, Emory can’t help but start laughing silently as Tony starts the last sentence over again. “I would allow you to use my technology to monitor most of our activity.”

“I swear, Tony, if you end up getting me confined to some crazy bunker--”

“Me?”

The base of the phone starts rattling against the screws that hold it onto the side table, and she reaches out a hand to steady it. There’s a definite lateral force she can feel, which means that not only is her own personal tornado gaining power, but it’s tightening up.

As soon as she thinks this, the side table starts to lift up.

Desperate, Emory throws her legs over to weigh the table down. Based on the way her power had been completely sucked away by disappointment the day before, Emory makes a split second decision.

“Tony, I need to shed power!” she yells into the phone. “Break up with me. Make it sound real. The call might cut out, but--”

“This isn’t going to work if I spend days waiting to hear from you and right when I get the chance, you destroy the room your hosts have provided! I should have known better than to get attached,” Tony says after a few seconds of silence on the line. She’d asked for this, but it’s crushing. “Look,” he says, sounding implacable, apologetic. “I was trying to find a way to do this anyway. You’re just not--” he breaks off, and there’s a crashing sound that steals away all of her breath. Tony’s voice sounds pained as he growls, “JARVIS?”

“He seems relieved, Miss Autumn. This is probably best for everyone.” His AI’s voice sounds almost regretful, which for some reason hurts almost as much as what she’s already heard.

There’s a thud behind her. The dread at the back of her throat transmutes to bitter relief as Emory rolls her body sideways, pulling in her knees. At least the awful plan is working, right? she tells herself. Her journal glances off of the loveseat, the pages fluttering as it spins away. With the phone still in her hand, she drags herself up to look over the back of the loveseat at what had landed behind her, even as more items fall around the room.

Suddenly, the receiver is yanked from her hand and Emory shrieks as she's pelted with stinging pieces of old plastic. The computer chair has crashed into the side table, obliterating the telephone. Terrified, Emory huddles up and covers her head.

The next thirty seconds are full of crashing and thudding noises until finally, blessedly, there’s silence. She’s busy gathering her courage to see how much of a wreck the room will be when the door bursts open.

“I feel like there’s been some missed communication about where to practice your powers,” Clint Barton observes.

Without lifting her head, Emory asks in a hushed voice, “Is it really bad?” 

“That depends on your definition of bad, and which version. Do I think you were naughty? No.”

“Please never use that word in this building again!” It’s a woman’s voice, and she sounds both disgusted and amused.

Emory sits up and sees that Clint and a red-headed woman are standing at the door, frowning. Clint’s looking at the state of the room, but the woman is looking at Clint. Both are wearing similar outfits to what she’d seen the ‘nurse’ agent wearing, black and grey tactical gear.

“Is it a mess? Yes. Should you avoid causing room-destroying air currents? Probably, but who am I to say?” he continues.

Emory lifts her chin. “We all have our flaws. You need to work on your mess-side manner.”

Clint inclines his head and says something to the woman that Emory can’t discern except that it starts with, ‘See?’ 

“Fine,” the woman says. The word sounds like it’s said between gritted teeth, but when she turns to look at Emory, her expression is neutral. She flicks just her eyes up at the ceiling to remind Emory they’re being monitored before nodding toward the room at large. “You’re saying this was an accident?”

“Yes. I did not willfully destroy government property,” Emory says, standing up. She’d willfully destroy government property now, if it would bring Tony back to reassure her it was all fake.

“That sounds like a prepared answer to me,” Clint coughs, standing at an insolent parade rest.

“That’s why you’re the muscle and I’m Psy Ops,” the redhead says drily. “Start cleaning while I talk to her?” It isn’t actually a question.

“Yeah, I deserved that,” Clint sighs. He walks over to pick something up. “That’s Natasha, by the way, and this--” he holds up the bottom half of a laptop, the empty hinge spiking up where the screen should be. “--looks like it was your laptop. Sorry.”

“It wasn’t really mine,” Emory says. “I actually don’t have any of my stuff.” She’s done without belongings for so long that it hadn’t struck her as strange. Emory had moved from being a captive in one place to a captive in another, really, with no in between. 

Clint and Natasha look at her and then each other with wide eyes that shift to irritation simultaneously. Even having just met them, Emory can tell that they have a professional shorthand.

Clint points over his shoulder. “So, I’ll just--” At Natasha’s nod, he sets the laptop shard down on the heavy wooden dresser and heads out the still-open door.

“Sometimes Fury misses essentials for the big picture, doesn’t see what’s right in front of him,” Natasha explains, her lips pressing together as if trying not to react to her own joke.

Psy Ops indeed, Emory thinks to herself, but she can’t prevent her own smile. This time the Psy Op is directed at whoever is assigned to watch my room. Aloud, she says, “Is Clint going to go threaten him with arrows?”

“We need to get you up to speed, because no, but he could,” Natasha says, going from object to object picking up some and kicking others into a pile. There are quite a few pieces of yellowed phone plastic, the shattered screen to the laptop, and many, many chunks of the computer chair. “I’ve seen your file. You’ve just spent three months without luggage. Withholding it isn’t going to motivate you, it’s just going to make you smell bad when you wear the same clothes to training day after day.”

“Training?” Emory asks. She knows Fury has more to tell her, and possibly naively expected she’d be getting a detailed rundown of expectations, just like she’d had to prepare for every venue Rory performed at. Now that she’s looking at this fit woman in her Serious Business clothing, though, Emory’s starting to worry that everyone is winging it, including Fury.

“Don’t worry, you’re through the tough part already,” Natasha says, flashing Emory a quick smile as she ducks into the tiny kitchen. Seconds later, she comes out with the garbage can and a broom. She sets the can on its side and sweeps in the debris, her black knee-high boot holding it in place.

“The tough part?” Emory says. The last ten minutes have been so eventful that her muscles feel like they haven’t quite come out of their nightly shrink-wrap. It doesn’t help that she’s tried to shrink-wrap her mind to avoid some things she doesn’t have the ability to deal with right now.

Natasha moves her foot and kicks the can upright in a slick move. “Diet changes.”

“Oh.” Emory laughs. “I don’t even remember what they gave me last night. I think it was a sandwich.” Tony had spent a lot of their walk in the desert talking about food, mostly hamburgers, but all she’d wanted was a real bed. In retrospect, she should have specified one in her apartment or his.

Natasha’s eyes narrow. “But you’ve had good food since the rescue, right? Something more interesting than bean stew?”

“How do you know about that?”

“Is that what they gave you to sleep in?” Natasha asks briskly. “Where’s your-- right, no suitcase.” She throws up her hands. “All right, come with me.”

Bemused, Emory looks down at her bare feet. “Uh…”

“You have got to be kidding me. Not even socks?” The red haired agent marches over to the loveseat, sitting down with so much force that it slides back an inch. She unzips her black leather boot and thrusts it toward Emory. “Put it on.”

Emory takes it gingerly, sitting down beside the other woman carefully and sliding the boot on. She can feel Natasha looking at her. “Close enough for government work?” A hand holding a black sock shoots into her line of sight. 

“Put this on the other foot, the asphalt can get really hot.”

Emory waits for her to hand her the second boot, but Natasha stands up, having put it back on her own bare foot, the matching black sock on the other.

“With just the sock and careful stepping, they might not even notice,” the agent tells Emory, starting for the door.

“They?” Emory feels incredibly out of her depth.

“Anyone who tries to stop me from treating you like an actual person. I read your file on my way back from--” she pauses in the doorway and gestures for Emory to hurry up. “Come on, now. I’ve been awake for about twenty-six hours. I’d like to be in bed before thirty.” Privately, Emory wonders if she means hours or years.

Natasha leads her past the elevator to the stairwell. “Elevators are too easy to control,” the other woman explains. “Just don’t rush and sprain your ankle. Nothing’s worse than Fury getting to say ‘I told you so.’”

It takes a lot of concentration to safely descend the stairs, which is a relief. One step after another, everything else can wait until you’re safe. When they reach the ground floor, all of the thoughts Emory has pushed away press in at once. To shove them away again, she asks Natasha what she means about Fury.

Natasha smiles. “You really don’t want to know.”

Next chapter, Tony sets about making Nick Fury's life (and by association, SHIELD's) miserable in a bid to get more time with Emory.

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