#ive just being data entering all day. that takes so fucking long. and then helping an undergrad

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#i experience an emense amount of guilt ovet not being able to focus on work. go into the lab and run into a lab mate and hes like #u leave Thursday? why tf r u here? and that makes me feel a lil better lol #ive just being data entering all day. that takes so fucking long. and then helping an undergrad #exept my code was out of date so i was like welp i can only get u this far bc i did not write this code. i do not work with the #supercomputer on a regular enough basis. and i gave my 30 days notice today so ill be working remotely until the 18th #i probably should have done it way before but like ive still got so much to do i might as well get paid for doing it #the undergrad was like id probably work to the end bc i feel lost when im not working and i was like. bro. im so fucking brunt out that ppl #around me r like yo r u ok? theres a thing as too much work. dont cross that line. snd ill still probably work to the end bc i dont wanna #have to do it on top of other shit. but god. in a few days i never have to go back in that building again #sometimes having to be in that lab would make me feel physically ill i thibk just bc i have so much stress associated with standing at that #lab bench but woof i will not miss it. its not great. the ppl r nice but like the institution kinda sucks. but i probably #wasnt the best fit for the school. i only cane out here for my advisor and on that front i have no regrets #god im so tired tho. just make it Thursday already so my parents can b helping me move >~< lets fucking goooooo #srry for not posting much drawing wise. i prob wont b able to for a while as i transition across the country lol #also. a note to myself. i should get a proper sketchbook so i can actually draw out ideas and store them in a place. that would b convenient #god. its so hot 😖 let me leave #unrelated

[aboardthehavocmarauder]

Beautiful Mischief [Pt. 7]

Bad Batch x Reader • Angst/Fluff/NSFW (yknow the whole deal) • Mechanic [hidden Jedi] ! Reader • Female reader

Y/N sat alone in a clear field holding her knees close to her chest as she turns to see Obi Wan standing at a distance.

“Will I find something disappointing?”

“Painful”

•

“She can wake up at her own pace. She’ll be safe here. She said it herself. You can still take on hunts if you need to” Reylen reassures adjusting the lines for her IV and monitors so they wouldn’t be in the way. “Y/N always bounces back”

Y/N lays lifeless and pale as her chest slowly rises and falls. Hunter frowns running his index against her cold skin seeing the shift, flooding him with relief.

“We need the credits”

“You’re serious? Leaving her here”

“I trust her” Hunter turns to Reylen before back to his brothers. “And we should trust Y/N. She did lay her life down for us and we did the same. Her payment can be her recovery as we continue for ours.”

“Do you need—-“

“Don’t try to sit out Echo. We need all of us together, and watch each other’s backs so we can return safely” Hunter states stepping out of the room.

——

“You’re trusting me with this?”

“I need one to protect myself. And you have the skills to wield it. Protect yourself and your brothers while I’m out of commission”

“Y/N—“

“I’ll bounce back Hunt. Have faith in the force”

——

Six months later

Reylen stood in the empty field staring at Y/N laying in the grass from afar.

“NER VOD” my sister.

Y/N quickly shot up when the training droids did blocking most shots with the beskar arm bands running toward the forest and using the trees as her running ground getting higher and higher blocking every shot. Before eventually shooting her body out into the open feeling the wind course around her as she flips back feeling the wind in her hair reaching out feeling her lightsaber reach her. Gripping tightly, igniting it fast, she sliced into the tree sliding down before shooting through and cutting three of the training droids using the falling pieces as stepping stones in the air.

“Ke'pare!”

Wait!

As Reylen sprints through meeting Y/N as she stuck the landing quickly but didn’t feel the shot from the still standing training droid. She quickly took out a rag from her utility belt and applied it to Y/N’s upper arm.

“Sorry”

“No. Shit. You don’t have to apologize. I’m surprised you didn’t feel that” Reylen frowns tying it quickly and taking Y/N’s face into her hands. “What’s on your mind, vod?”

“I...”

“Tion'ad hukaat'kama?” Who’s watching your back? Reylen frowns as Y/N removed her hands off her face taking a hold of them in hers. “Y/N?”

“...I’m forgotten. Just like the council. I’ve been erased” Y/N pulls away taking her saber attaching it to her side before stepping into the bunker and seeing what she can do.

Cuy’val Dar

Those who no longer exist

When the night falls on the forest moon of Endor, Y/N held her saber to her chest taking in the night igniting it. She flows with the wind taking in each heated slash in the air to memory feeling a pain build in her chest. As she turns off the glowing gold, another light appears in the distance causing her to stand alert.

“Cyar’ika”

Y/N frowns relaxing when she locked eyes with an injured Hunter. She dropped her guard and quickly ran over taking him into her arms finding all of them hurt behind him.

They were hunted down. Their ship crashed on the moon planet but for obvious reasons, took them a while to find them.

“None of them have major injuries. They should be fine” Reylen reassures as Y/N ran her hand through Hunter’s hair while they were all too tired to keep awake. “They will be fine”

“Six months”

“What?”

“They were without me for six months”

“Y/N. This most likely would’ve still happened and you would’ve gotten hurt as well”

“Yes. But the damage would’ve been minimal”

“Y/N—-“

“You try falling for theses five and watching them kill themselves individuality because of your own actions. If Obi Wan finds nothing, they would’ve left for nothing”

“Leaving the republic was their decision. You didn’t influence it”

“But I did” Y/N frowns removing her hand from him. “I only do bring pain now don’t I?”

“No” Reylen frowns. “You do not. Why would you say that? Your past was unpredictable. You went through a lot. They went through a lot. Both individuality and then together. That’s how love works. As sick as it is to suffer. Together makes everything hurt much less”

“But I wasn’t there for any of them” Y/N frowns feeling the pain in her head return making her leave the medical suite as Reylen sighs sitting beside Tech’s bed and taking his datapad for a second.

Entry 235

I didn’t want to leave her. None of us did. We were following Hunter’s orders...as he was following hers. I’m used to waking up around 0300 hours to record her nightmares. She told me her droid did it for her and she’d wake up on her own, but when I suggested that I’d do it. She’d let me sleep with her afterward instead of staying up for the rest of the night. It helped her. And it helped me. Now I’m simply awake that early and can’t find a reason to go back to sleep.

Entry 268

Crosshair almost hit a child. Again. Y/N would be so infuriated if she saw that happen. But not to excuse his behavior, the kid deserved it. Being told information about us that only tears one of us down without their knowledge, we all would’ve done something about it. Just. Not to a child.

Entry 301

Planning route to come back is difficult when the Havoc had undergone a lot of damage. Really could use our Y/N. I. Mechanic. I meant mechanic. Ugh.

Reylen sets his datapad back down before getting up to go after Y/N.

But once reaching the surface, Y/N had forced the Havoc Marauder over to the base. Reylen immediately opened the hatch to enter the underground hanger to help her.

“So you’re going to work on all of this?”

“I have your team of droids. They’ll help me. But yes”

“I read Tech’s data entries. They would’ve been here sooner if the Marauder wasn’t badly damaged”

Y/N gripped onto her shirt taking a deep breath before removing their cloak and getting to work.

Sometimes

Old habits never die

Echo was first to wake out of the five as he felt more exhausted even after the hit they took. He sat up on the bed seeing his brothers comfortably in their own and Reylen propped up at her desk asleep. He got up slowly keeping in mind of his injuries as he took his blanket and covered Reylen on his way out in search of Y/N.

Y/N continued to work on the Marauder before being pulled out from under thinking it was a droid.

“You fucking tin can I’m in the middle—“ She stopped talking when she locked eyes with Echo who had his anxiety written all over him. “Oh Echo...”

“Cyar’ika...” He frowns as Y/N urgently took him into her embrace feeling him grip onto her back slotting himself in her grasp. “I thought we...we weren’t going to make it in time”

“It’s okay Echo, you’re here now. I’m here”

“You are...fuck” He held onto her not letting ago any time soon...

Not like she wanted to

A few days went by and the batch was back on their feet and doing their recovery in Reylen’s home away from home. As long as Y/N stays around a little while longer, the batch is just as much her family as Y/N.

“OI. Fuck off”

“I need to check your injuries and make sure everything is clean. Please be patient or I’ll tase you” Reylen threats Cross as Y/N came in to get herself a bandage when she saw him not cooperating.

“Rey, I’ve got this one”

“Fucking—-Thank god” Reylen got up grabbing her datapad to go get orders shipped out and received.

Y/N pushes the stool over to Crosshair taking a seat.

“Doll face—“

“She has more medical training than I do. Can’t you listen to her every now and then?”

“Hey I don’t trust many people”

“Hmm. If you can trust me, you can trust her. She doesn’t have as big of a record than I do”

“Maybe that’s why I trust you, doll face” Crosshair gently caresses Y/N’s face watching her ease into such.

“Cross. If it gets infected, I will kill you” Y/N smiles making him laugh before sighing.

“Fine. I’ll let her look”

“No she has other plans. She is a busy woman. I’ll take care of it” Y/N laughs pulling away and getting the bandages including a stim pack.

Crosshair got up to follow her and before she could even react, he took her face into his hands and pressed his lips against hers. Y/N froze for a second, setting the stim down on the table before them grabbing at his blacks and pulling him close.

He’s wanted this for a while now

I knew she felt the same way

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[hange-zone]

May I please have some Eremin Hades/Persephone au? With Eren as dread Persephone and Armin as the overworked king of the underworld?

SIX MONTHS IN THE GARDEN OF HADES

i.

In a strange twist of fate, the lord of the underworld was five foot five and had a shock of blond hair. 

“You kidnapped me!” Eren sounded incredulous. He scowled at the person -  barely older than a boy - whose office (realm?) he had just been thrown into. The blond boy, seated at the ornate desk, looked up from his paperwork with a bored expression on his face. Eren stood up, brushing the dirt off his clothes and collected himself, managing to sound incredibly composed despite having just fallen through a crack in the earth and tumbled right down to hades. “That’s so wrong. Wait till my sister finds out - you’ll be dead.”

That sounded like a threat, but it struck Armin as terribly ironic. He laughed. “I’ll look forward to it.”

If looks could kill he guessed that the glare that the other boy had shot him might have actually struck him dead, but he was the god of the underworld and of the dead and honestly? Trifle things like that didn’t matter. 

So he dismissed the glowering boy with a flick of his wrist and went back to poring over his spreadsheets.

 ii.

When they next meet Eren’s hands were sticky and he wished very hard that he could cough out his last meal. 

Armin glanced up at him, then back to his work. “I’m guessing you had some of the fruits from my garden?”

“I was hungry,” Eren protested. “You don’t even have -”

“Six months.” Armin interrupted. He didn’t look up, still scribbling as his eyes scanned over the reports and administrative data. Why do people keep dying? he wondered, briefly, before turning his attention back to the boy before him. “You don’t even need food. But you’ve eaten them,  you do the time, that’s just how it works, et cetera. Besides, didn’t anyone ever warn you?”

“Fuck you,” Eren replied.

 iii.

Wandering around the palace grounds, which were not entirely to his liking, being all dark marble and jagged rock - as well as gaudy displays of gemstones and glittering metal that made his eyes hurt - Eren found himself settling by the shallow pool and watching his reflection in the black water. 

It seems like a cruel trick, to make the earth open up and take him here and then just...leave him alone? What was Hades even thinking? And why was he a lanky teenage boy? That was possibly more confusing. 

Suddenly, a mop of blond hair appeared behind him. He jumped. “You scared the shit out of me,” he said accusatorially to the figure, frowning.

“Sorry,” Armin offered. Up close he looked far less intimidating - beneath the grand robes his shoulders were rounded and he was skinny and rather small. His clothes seemed to overwhelm him. His wide blue eyes were deep-set and there were tired, dark circles against the pale flesh of his face.  He drew in a long breath and sighed. Eren noticed that he was biting his dry lips nervously. 

“Walk with me?” the lord of the underworld asked. Despite himself, Eren obliged, nodding slowly and letting the boy help him to his feet. 

They made their way through the sprawling grounds in silence, trodding through the soft earth. They walked past abandoned gazebos with doric columns, round a winding path with dead and rotting trees and grey leaves which crunched underfoot, away from the black obsidian building which loomed across everything in the landscape. The dead fluttered around them. 

Eventually they came to a pier. Armin leant against the railings, gaze fixed on the river. The water was dark as it rushed and churned underneath them.  Eren watched him for a second then looked away. Off in the distance he could see the glowing lights of Elysium. 

Slowly, haltingly, the other boy began to speak.

“Sorry about…” Armin trailed off. “It was stupid. I should have just asked - we could be friends properly. But now - it’s the seeds, you see. Six of them, six months. We're bound by precedent, unfortunately.”

Ah, there it was again. Who knew the god of the dead was such a stickler for rules?

And then he was off again, turning away and moving through his realm. Eren followed, and they walked on in silence. Eren looked upon the craggy rock and trampled flowerbeds and the overgrown hedges on the edges of the estate, and frowned.

“Your palace sucks,” he blurted out, characteristically blunt. 

It was Armin’s turn to be startled. In fact, he looked positively scandalised. “Excuse me?”

“You’ve got like, all the gold and precious metals and stuff but it’s just too much,” Eren supplied. 

A pause.

“Also the palace looks evil and the gardens are dead,” he added.

Armin opened his mouth to object but closed it again. 

Eren, ever the opportunist, quickly followed up: “I’ll forgive you - and your terrible taste - if you let me just have the garden,” he said, gesturing around meaningfully. “By the time summer comes I’ll have it all fixed up.” 

Armin dithered, but picked up the pace, widening his strides. 

“You owe me,” Eren pressed breathlessly, running to catch up. “You were the one who started it.”

Armin seemed suitably chastened. “Fine,” he huffed out. 

Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, even as he was careful not to let the boy see. 

It was getting late - a mist had descended upon the land and it was beginning to get cold. Eren found himself shivering in his thin clothes, goosebumps creeping across the length of his arms. Armin must have noticed, because he pretended to stifle a yawn and said, “We should get back.”

And then, before he could protest, the lord of the underworld - Hades himself - draped his thick coat across his shoulders, and was already ahead of him, bare shoulders stark against the night as he turned on his heel and moved briskly in the direction of the ugly, evil palace. Eren clutched at the velvet that clung to him. It was surprisingly warm against his skin.

It became a routine of sorts, walks in the morning and at night, bookending their days. On one nighttime walk, when the precious stones embedded in the cave’s ceiling had glinted like stars, he’d strayed too close to the blond boy and the backs of their hands had brushed. His heart had skipped a beat, but the other boy didn’t seem to notice, or even if he did, he didn’t say anything. And anyway, they’d gone back to their separate chambers as usual - Eren right to bed and Armin back to his office.

 iv.

They’d just finished their morning walk, which had led back to the mess of the office, when another one of the servants had unceremoniously dumped yet another pile of papers on Armin’s desk. Eren could see the veins starting to stand out on his forehead, the thick pulsing blue under his pale, luminous skin, before he buried his face in his hands and sighed loudly. 

“It’s clearly stressing you out,” Eren said, perched on the corner of the desk. “Here, let me,” he reached for the sheet right on top, marked ‘URGENT’, and for once Armin didn’t try to stop him. 

“It’s the review cases,” Armin groaned into his palms. His voice was muffled but indignant. “I’m really not convinced we should change their sentences every thousand years, but since they’ve developed the constitution and instituted rights there’s apparently no such thing as eternal fate anymore.”

“This one?” Eren pulled open a scroll, scanning it. “Another king. Oh - this guy’s seriously fucked up. Cooking his kids?”

“Yeah - which is why I thought it’d be poetic justice to have the whole ‘water he cannot drink’, ‘food he cannot touch’ schtick. But apparently he’s shown some potential for reformation so that’s now out of the window. As are cruel and unusual punishments.” Armin groaned again and let his head flop to the side, blond strands shifting about the jet black table. His cheeks were pressed onto the countertop and it was almost comical, Eren thought - and in fact, deeply humanising, watching Hades moan about his job and suffer from overwork. He felt a pang of feeling - something - for the small blond boy, caught up with the entire mess of processing souls in the afterlife. 

And so it might have out of a fit of compassion that he dropped Tantalus’ file, letting it flutter to the floor, and came up behind Armin to rest his hands on his tense shoulders. And it was probably out of a swell of sympathy then that he let himself press his thumbs firmly right into the space between Armin’s shoulder blades, fingers splayed out across his narrow back and warm neck. Working at the tense knots, until he felt the other boy relax into him. 

 v.

It was the tail end of winter, while a blizzard tore across the surface of the earth and frost marked the ground, when Armin had summoned him for dinner. This was something new; he had made no mention of food - much less a meal - before, except for the second encounter where he’d pronounced Eren’s fate. Besides, he was right: they didn’t exactly need to eat, though Eren supposed he’d appreciate a good dinner if it were offered to him. And Armin had explained that the rest of the food wasn’t binding, so he also supposed it wouldn’t hurt to see what fruits of the earth the underworld could offer.

As the door to the dining hall swung open he was greeted with an opulent sight. His let his eyes scan over the candlelit room with its long table piled high with more food than he’d seen in his life. There was a literal cornucopia as the centrepiece. Armin was at one end, waiting expectantly. His head was resting casually against his fist, blond locks soft against his features. For once he was without paperwork, the entirety of his attention focused on the boy who had entered the room. 

“Is this a date,” Eren said, voice rising, but not quite a question. 

Armin shrugged noncommittally. “Your time here’s nearly done. It’s been five months - I thought we should commemorate it.” His voice was even, but in the dimly-lit room it would have been impossible to tell if he were blushing anyway.

“Soppy,” Eren said, under his breath, but he let the servants offer him a chair and settled into it, hands already curling around the outermost set of cutlery before him.

After a full dinner of winter vegetables and hearty stews - plus much, much dessert - they retired to the drawing-room, warming themselves by the glow of the crackling fireplace.  Eren had shifted himself to the floor and was slumped against the legs of his chair, while Armin sat in a big armchair, leaning right into the cushions. Cerberus lay between them, heads resting on Eren’s lap and tail wagging lazily across the carpeted floor. He let his hands brush over the dog’s smooth coat and scratched him behind his many ears. He looked up and realised Armin was watching him quietly. The soft light danced across his features and his blond hair was like a golden halo. He looked the furthest thing from an imposing god, the lord of the dead. In the orange light he just was: a slender boy, almost-man, with bony knees and silky hair, large eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed. Body relaxing into his seat, basking in the warmth of the fire and filled with a good meal, enjoying the moment and the presence of someone else.

Armin caught his gaze. “Thank you for today, Eren,” he said softly. 

Eren scoffed. “Sentimental bastard,” he whispered, and by the firelight, he swore Armin’s blue eyes had crinkled at the corners and his round mouth had curled into a slow, soft smile. 

 vi.

The plants that Eren had carefully, lovingly sown were coming to fruit, putting out rosy apples and dark velvet figs. They hung low on bended branches like teardrops and had to be harvested quickly before they turned soft and overripe. Eren was spending longer days in the garden which he’d carved out for himself, tending to his crops and reaping the bountiful harvest which he piled around him: lush and speckled gourds, bright fuchsia pomegranates, waxy yellow lemons, tender red berries and grapes in frosted hues, which all lay languidly in wooden crates waiting to be savoured. His favourite were the peaches, which were round and ripe in his hands and whose blush matched the pink in his cheeks as he worked tirelessly at the land. And of course he had a soft spot for the grain in its multitude of forms. The long stalks tickled his face and he brushed them away absentmindedly, even as his hands worked to pick the tiny seeds from their dried heads and shuck the full ears of corn that filled the rustling fields around the obsidian castle.

He was digging up the jewel-toned carrots when Armin found him. He had rested a foot on his worn shovel, pressing it into the soft earth, and had paused to wipe the sweat from his brow. From the corner of his eye he spotted a blond figure approaching the edge of the plot, black robes rustling against the freshly tilled dirt. 

Armin slowly made his way up to him. He’d grown, somewhat, in their time together, but he was still small and lithe and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he spoke:

“Um. Today’s the day. You can leave if you want. I mean…it’s been half a year, hasn’t it?”

Eren watched as he shifted his weight from left to right, and then back again. He’d been thinking about this a lot. They both had. And he had decided. So he merely laughed, turning slowly to wipe his hands on his slacks. He reached for the fruit piled high around them. The ripe pomegranate bruised easily under his fingers as he twisted it open.

And its juice was warm and sweet, trickling down his mouth and lips, as he bit into the soft flesh of its ruby red insides and swallowed its seeds. 

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here you go, anon! you've asked and i've tried my best to deliver. this was tremendously fun to do so thanks for it:") i’ve put it on ao3 where i might tinker a bit more with it...so watch that space. 

and please feel free to ask more :”)

#Eren Jaeger #eremin #armin #armin arlet #eren #snk #aot #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #greek myth retellings #hades and persephone #fruit & homoerotic undertones lol #askbox prompts

[donaidk]

Rhythm of Time - Part III

New year, new part, new banner, same old me with my ramblings... Not gonna make it long, just the usual quick thank you for reading this and all the other parts/stories and hope you guys will enjoy this too :) Part II | You’re here | Part IV Masterlist

„ What do you want? ” I asked immediately not to give him any time to start talking about anything else. He always had a reason to search me out, and it was never about anything usual for a lovely father-daughter chat. It was never that simple.

„ Congrats for the job with Haas. I knew they will realise your talents. ” He said, a smile getting on his face, which made my stomach turn. „ Don’t really know what you think of me. Can’t I congratulate my own daughter? ” He asked back, making me roll my eyes. I was just relieved that Mick already left and this was a private conversation.

„ You mean your personal slave? ” I bit back, crossing my arms in front of my chest while not taking my eyes off his ones. „ You never want to just chat. There’s always something ” I shook my head a little, as not one bit of my body wanted to be in his vicinity.

„ Oh, even you know that was only a misunderstanding. I would never do something like that. ” Dad let out a sigh but he could never make me rethink my decision about any of his business offers. They were all dirty traps, well covered by his connections.

„ Just like you would never hurt anyone else either. Right. ” His words made me roll my eyes again, and it didn’t help that I saw nothing like regret in his eyes after my question. „ Look, I have a real job to do, not like others… I would appreciate it if you could just get out of my way and not try your dirty tricks out on me. I know you too well already. I’m immune. ” I shook my head, rather walking back to the paddock, to get a car with someone else from the team, as I didn’t want to waste one more driver’s time for just one passanger.

„ Mona… Don’t be like this to your own dad. ” He came after me immediately, but as soon as I felt his hand around my wrist anger pumped through my veins and I tore my hand away from him.

„ Don’t you dare play that card. You lost your right to do so years ago. You have nothing to do with me, and I would be the happiest human on this Earth if I could never see you again. I rue ever getting to know you. ” I glared at him, turning back just so I could push him back from myself. I never felt so much hatred towards a family member prior to the day I realised all his wrong doings. Him calling my name again just restarted the fire inside me, once more. „ I don’t have your name for a reason. Do me a favour and forget me finally. You should be fucking grateful that Mum still believes you. ” I poked his chest before turning on my heels so I could finally get to our garage as soon as possible, where I knew he wasn’t allowed in.

I let out a sigh as soon as I was finally inside and sat down next to Pete who was still going through data before they would have to get the garage packed up. The car was already back in it’s place and even though it was covered on most parts you could see the broken suspensions sticking out. I knew they would have to start fixing it for the next race, although they had more time for it as the next one was in only two weeks time. It was probably lucky that it wasn’t during a race that was followed by another immediately. Made everyone’s job easier and gave them time to completely fix it and get it back where it was before. With a sigh I looked back at the screens even though I knew I couldn’t really help them in any way. This wasn’t really my field and I would have probably either messed up everything or I just wouldn’t even be able to comment on any part of the data if they ever asked for my opinion.

In the end I stayed until they all were done and gladly helped packing up as I really didn’t feel like going outside of the pitlane, and giving a chance for my father to try talking to me again. I didn’t know if he had the balls to stay right until he would be kicked out with the last few visitors, or if he gave up after my response to his approach. Maybe I was giving him too much credit with the second option, but I wanted to believe that it was possible. It would mean I was getting closer to finally getting fully out of his grasp. The media coming up with rumours involving him and I twice a year was truly enough for my mental health. I didn’t need him giving them even more to report on, breaking down my reliability day by day, pushing me further away from my goal of working in the sport without being connected to him. changing my name was one step, but I knew quite well it wouldn’t solve everything and people will still know who I am and who brought me up until my realisation that he was no good as a parent and I could finally take my own decisions.

It was already quite late when the car that took Pete, two of the mechanics and myself, back to the hotel arrived at the destination and we could get out. I dragged myself to the elevator, taking it up to my level where I separated from the guys and went to my own room. The little LED on the lock just turned green and I was about to push down the handle when the door two down from mine opened and I turned towards the sound, getting caught off guard by the movement I saw from the corner of my eyes.

„ Hello. ” Mick greeted me as he stepped out of his room, making me nod in his way. „ Are you coming to dinner? ” He asked again, making me stop in my tracks and step back before I would be inside my own room.

„ I already ate, but thank you. ” I lied and shook my head a little, but before I would have stepped inside I forced myself to look up at him. „ Sorry for the car situation. He can time his ’visits’ quite terribly. ” I added with a sigh hoping that bringing it up won’t just make it even more awkward. There was only silence after my apology, making me want to take back everything I said. I was just about to do that when he was quicker and spoke up.

„ Do you want to talk about it? I mean that usually helps… if you talk it out with someone. ” He surprised me, as I anticipated him trying to get out of the situation rather than offering help. „ It doesn’t have to be me though. You probably have your own friends who usually help you with these things. ” He shrugged a little, almost leaving for the diner when I nodded my head.

„ I would appreciate that. ” I added to my gesture so he would know for sure what I meant. „ Only if you have the time to do so. I don’t want to take up your free time. ” I spoke up quickly again, realising I had no right to change up his whole schedule with my own problems. He probably had better things to do than listen to my rambling about my dad being an asshole.

„ I’m completely free. I’m just gonna get dinner and head back here. Take a shower until then. ” He offered, making me nod again and finally enter my room as soon as he was further away from me, already at the end of the hallway to get into the elevator. Before he would turn around and see me still standing there, I stepped inside closing my door.

His idea did plant a seed in my head, and even though I didn’t plan on it, I took a warm shower, putting my hair up in a towel in the end as I got some clothes out of my suitcase, to change out of the robe. I would have probably just got my pajamas on, but knowing I will have someone over I thought it would be better to get normal clothing out. I was just about to brush through my hair when there was a knock on the door, making me confused for a second, before I got to the door and opened it up. Mick with two containers of food wasn’t a sight in front of me that I anticipated. As soon as I stepped aside he came inside, handing me one of the containers.

„ Robert sent it, knowing you didn’t eat at the track and wasn’t going to do so here if you didn’t come down with me. ” He answered my silent question that my risen eyebrow held, making me smile a little. Some of the crew knew me too well, I guess. „ So, a movie or just chatting? ” He asked, making me look up to see him take a seat on the couch like it was his room we were in. Somehow it still didn’t make me feel abashed as it felt strangely normal.

„ We can start something if you want. Won’t promise that my mind will take it in though. ” I let out a sigh, getting the remote from the TV in front of the couch before sitting down on the other side opposite to him. I watched him take it from my hand before switching it onto a channel that was playing the highlights from today, making me chuckle. „ Guess that won’t strain my poor brain. ” I shook my head, opening the top of the container to see one of my favourites inside.

We watched the replays on the screen as we dived into our food, although there wasn’t really anything we haven’t seen before. I felt myself tense up when they showed the only crash of the race, which was of course Mick’s, but I was glad to see that wasn’t one bit affected by it now. They usually got over them easily, if it wasn’t anything serious or life changing. I was about to finish my meal when they changed to some interviews and immediately felt sickness take over me when I saw the name Jason Hackett written out on the screen and just seconds later the camera turned to show my dad with a full on grin, standing in front of a microphone. They were asking him about rumours of him bringing back the Hackett name into F1 and even though he denied to have any plans like that right now he did hint on having talks with one of the teams. My stomach turned in a way I thought was impossible, at the idea of my father getting to work with another team after how the last occasion like this ended a few years ago.

„ Guess we know why he was there today at least. ” Mick sighed next to me, although I couldn’t break my glance away from the TV until he went off screen finally. „ Although it’s quite a bold statement that someone would like to work with him, taking the outcome of his last sponsorship with a team into account. ” He added with a scoff, making me nod in agreement. I really didn’t know what to think about this all together.

„ You know he’s my father, don’t you? ” I asked him when I was finally out of the trance the interview caused me to fall into. „ Stupid question. Probably everyone knows, however hard I’m trying to keep it from them. ” I poked at a piece of a chicken angrily, almost poking myself in the hand through the material of the box.

„ I wouldn’t say everyone knows. Your friends for sure do, but for example the mechanics probably never even thought you have a connection to him. Only way if they really looked into the cases back when they happened. ” He shook his head a little, mostly just looking at his own food, which wasn’t the sign I was looking for. I had to make myself remember that he was still the one to bring this up and come to my room. „ You’re not running around telling everyone, and also joined the team after all the changes, so they didn’t even have your ’real’ name to start off on. ” He added with a shrug looking back up at me, my worries fading away about him feeling trapped in this conversation.

I had to agree with him, as I really didn’t give myself away for everyone. Why would I? My only dream was to finally get out of his shadow so I could be my own person finally and not just a puppet of his. We stayed in silence watching the TV as they changed to some biking footage from the previous day, while I was still in my thoughts mostly. It was probably one of my worst traits, spending at least two quarters of my time inside my thoughts, completely shutting the outside word out. It gave me the chance to work things out inside without getting anyone worried about me, but I mostly stressed about things that weren’t worth it anyways, making me waste my time.

„ Did you know back then? When I still had his name? ” I asked him, still looking straight at him as I really didn’t want to miss his expression so he couldn’t lie to me. He took a deep breath, probably debating how he should put his words.

„ They made sure I knew. They told us who he was as the accusations were quite fresh back then. But I didn’t know that you’re his daughter. ” He shook his head, looking quite truthful and I believed him. He didn’t give me a reason to do otherwise. „ When I woke up, I had texts from the PR managers that there were photos of the two of us talking with a group of people. They asked me to keep clear of you until I had my contract signed, so photos like these won’t bring my future team an unsure feeling about me. ” My hand stopped in the middle of lifting the fork to my mouth, resting the silverware down on the box again. That wasn’t something I thought about.

„ That’s lovely. Although, I understand their fears. Even I know how messy he leaves everything he touches. There aren't many who can steal millions and still stay out of jail. ” I rolled my eyes, closing the top of my box as I lost most of my appetite. „ Lucky that I stood up against him, isn’t it? At least I’m not someone in their eyes who may interfere with things for him. ” I sighed, crossing my arms in front of my chest. It was the only thing I feared, losing all the respect I worked for in the past few years just because they think I’m here thanks to him.

„ How did you end up at Haas actually? You never mentioned that before. ” He questioned me, making me look up from the floor again.

„ Erica was a family friend of ours who stood up against my dad when he was accused of stealing money through sponsorships. Back then she was still in F2, and then she helped me get my voice heard after he messed up again just with an F2 team. ” I started my story that I never actually told anyone before. Not many were curious enough to actually ask. „ Then when I started university but realised it wasn’t what I wanted she took me as a trainee and helped me get my education in PR management in a way that was compatible with our travelling, so I would have the qualifications if I wanted to look for something outside of Haas in the future. ” I finished up with a smile on my face from the memories. I could only thank Erica for me. She was almost more family to me than my own blood. She trusted me, even when they considered me a wild card in the media.

„ Guess everyone needs a mentor in their life? ” He asked with a similar smile on his face and I could only nod in agreement. Having someone guide you wasn’t too bad of a thing, until they only had good intentions. If someone, Mick probably understood my position the best out of the team members we had.

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[perpetuelledaydreaming]

Boombox love

summary: Peter Parker and Y/N Stark hadn’t had a fight for a long time if we are being honest, but when Quentin Beck appears again and fucks everything up by escaping, it isn’t pretty. Y/N feels like she can’t handle or maintain Tony’s legacy, while Peter is afraid of Y/N behaviors and wants to make it better because he loves her so much. And so, what better thing than to pull off a move from movies in the 80’s?

word count: 6.1k 

author’s note: I finally have time to write with the quarantine, which is a great plus. This has help me so much to deal with my feelings and i’m so happy to write again. I’ll be updating Back to you sooner than you think, I just hit a bump. but basically I’m trying that my blurbs match with the series. Let me know what you think of this blurb! 

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“How could you let him go away!” you yelled as both of you entered Stark Tower. “You know what it meant for us to catch him? Do I need to remind you what he has done?”

You hadn’t felt this frustrated or annoyed in a long time and the pain in your arm wasn’t making it any better. In fact, as you finally stepped down on the floor you could feel the ache in your whole body.

“I was saving you!” Peter shouted back as he gave a flip and entered the penthouse were Bruce was already waiting for you with a whole medical team behind him. “Why are you so mad!?”

Your suit began dematerializing as you gave two steps forward and finally reached the stretcher, a sigh of content left your lips while your body was buzzing with pain. But still, you couldn’t stop thinking about that egocentric maniac running away and especially on Peter’s watch. You had him and he let him go.

“Please, sedate her and let’s go quickly to the medical wing, we need some x-rays for that arm and her chest”, Bruce yelled as the male nurse placed the IV in your hand and you winced.

“No, I don’t want to be sedated. I can handle it”, you protested as hard as you could while glaring at him and Peter who was just behind him.

“Y/N, don’t start”, Bruce and Peter said at the same time.

“Bruce, a whole wall fell above her, I tried to get her as quickly as I could but she cou-” Peter tried to speak, his voice was anxious and as he took off the mask you could see he had shed a few tears.

It broke your heart. 

But for some reason, you couldn’t forgive Peter at the moment, you couldn’t, the rage was still boiling your blood as your mind rewind the words that Mysterio had said to you before be pushed a whole damn wall above you.

“I am okay, you let him go because of nothing Peter, I can save myself”, you snapped, but between the medical staff, you felt like your voice was getting lost or maybe it was because it was getting harder to breathe.

Quickly, another nurse placed an oxygen mask on your face, you needed it since you were getting out of breath and closed your eyes in relief, leaving you without any other word you wanted to let Peter know.

“I know you did your best Peter, it’s okay I don’t think she could have a compression fracture but we are going to confirm it” Bruce stated, as he followed the stretcher, they needed to carry you to the medical wing as fast as they could.

Peter was left behind on the penthouse, in his suit with his mask on his hand, alone.

Peter and you, usually you never fought. It had to be about very big deals or you could fuss about stupid things that would be forgotten after an hour but he felt like this one was different. Since he had become a part of the Avengers, a part of your world he knew right away that he would do anything on his hands to protect you, he knew it from the moment he saw you that whatever happened he was going to choose you over anyone. Last year, with everything that had happened with the snap, with Mysterio, with Thanos, with Tony…

Before Peter knew it, the floor was shaking and there was his fist, inside the wall of the penthouse, his breathing shaky as he felt the sand falling down his hand as tears began spilling down his face, he was so scared that he was going to lose you again.

                           …

“So, what happened after that?”, an old Steve asked as you sat down in the conference room of the compound, you huffed as your heart squeezed while you tried to remember every little word that Beck had told you.

It had been a week since the attack, you had been let out of the medical wing two nights ago by Bruce, although he and Pepper weren’t really excited about it. Turns out that you had almost had a compressed fracture which had you worried since the nanotech usually could withstand anything but as you realized while you were examining the history data of your suit, the nanobots had been seriously damaged before the wall fell thanks to the bullets, which made your resentment grow.

But also, this week you hadn’t been talking to Peter.

He had gone to the tower and tried to visit multiple times, but you had refused to talk to him, you were avoiding him at all costs until now. Debriefs could be fun, but at the moment you couldn’t hate it more, it was draining to remember again the fight with Mysterio. But somehow, you felt better that you had time before debriefing, turns out that almost having a compressed fracture was serious, who knew? Bruce wanted to leave you for a few more days but you were done with it, so instead, you negotiated with him daily sessions for two weeks of breathing therapy and a cast on your left arm for two weeks as well.

You had been handling as best as you could, it had been actually a while since you had injuries like this. They were provoked by Mysterio as well but the last time, last time he hadn’t use his tricks, mostly the illusions he had used were for hiding, but this was a mental game for him, he wanted to break you and as you felt unable to see Peter while you sat there, you thought that he might.

                           …

“Peter, go right!”, you yelled on your com as you flew towards Mysterio with all the force that you could, H.A.P.P.Y was calculating what was the best way to attack him but as soon as you fire your repulsor, he wasn’t in front of you anymore, the shot just hit another wall of the empty building where you guys had found his new layer.

You watched in disbelief as you turned around and tried to look for him, but no, he wasn’t there and nor was Peter.

You were alone.

“I mean, I thought you were better than that Y/N…”

You felt Beck’s whisper behind your shoulder and cold creeps climbed on your back, you reacted as soon as you could by firing the repulsor again as you turned around, but Beck wasn’t there it was Peter. You could see how his body flew and hit one of the columns of the warehouse, you winced as his body crashed onto the floor, you could hear the groaning in the com.

“Peter!”, you yelled to see if he was okay as you flew towards where he was laying down.

“Y/N, shit…” Peter whispered as he touched his torso where you had fire him, you knew that his suit was built to withstand your repulsors because Tony knew that if that someone stole that technology, they could seriously harm you or Peter, or anyone of the team for that matter.

“I’m coming, just hang on babe”, you mumbled but before you could touch Peter something hit you on your side and you flew away hitting the floor with full blunt force, the sound of the gun leaving you dizzy.

You groaned as you look up and saw Mysterio chuckling to himself while being surrounded by new drones, drones that were different from the ones being controlled by E.D.I.T.H., they seemed bigger and as H.A.P.P.Y scanned them, you realized they were far more lethal.

“Mrs. Stark, they are equipped with a M156A4, they are highly potent. You should avoid them at all costs”, H.A.P.P.Y. said as the screen analyzed their position and how could you get rid of them.

“Thought me and dad had made these suits bulletproof, H.A.P.P.Y”, you grumbled as you stood up ready to get rid of Beck and his fishbowl ass. “Heard that, Peter?”

“Yeah, I know, I know”, Peter replied as he stood up from the floor, his stand ready to attack Mysterio.

“I had missed seeing you on the floor, being unable to defeat me”, he said smugly, “What would the great Tony Stark think if he could see you right now?” Mysterio laughed.

Something squeezed in your heart as soon as you heard your father’s name, you felt like your whole body was buzzing with rage, you couldn’t hear H.A.P.P.Y’s recommendations, you couldn’t hear what else he was gloating about, you could only hear your heartbeat and how you wanted to blow that fishbowl from his face.

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my dad”

One blow.

Two blows.

One drone down.

Three blows.

Peter’s web.

Another drone down.

Peter crashed down one, another drone down.

Four, five blows.

Another one down.

“Keep going Y/N”, Peter yelled as he wrapped another drone with his webs and pulled it down, making it crash against the floor.

You kept firing, blow after blow, getting closer to Mysterio who was now forming a fist with his hand as he saw how close you were and how Peter was taking down drones by the minute, avoiding bullets as fast as he could.

“Mrs. Stark, avoid the bullets”, H.A.P.P.Y repeated over the com but this was working, a stable position, facing the bullets if they managed to touch you, although you were avoiding them as best as you could.

None had hit you at the moment, some had to graze you and you were sure you were going to get bruises but at this point, the adrenaline was too high to stop you, you were so close to him, both of you were. You saw how Peter began recognizing drones that had the holographic technology, you smirked as your sight came back at Mysterio. It was over for him after so long you were going to finally catch him.

But as you fired one more, towards Beck, everything turned black.

You felt your breathing stop for a second as you tried your best not to panic. You knew how to handle yourself in these situations, you had talked with Peter to face them, you knew it was a lie.

“H.A.P.P.Y, where are the drones?”, you asked as you waited for your AI to answer you, to show you the heat prints to attack but there was no answer.

Instead, you heard that spine-chilling laugh of Beck, it erased any other sound, you could hardly hear your heart that was beating erratically in your chest. It was one of his games, one of his illusions. He wanted to play with your head and somehow the panic on your chest announced that you weren’t winning.

“You are quite an interesting girl, Y/N”, you heard his voice, muffled as you tried to follow it the best. But it was coming from everywhere, it was coming from the darkness, it was coming for you. “Such a hard exterior, for what? I can see right through you; you are just an afraid child”

Before you knew it, you were there. The compound was destroyed again, the debris surrounded you, the sky was grey and there was an ominous tension in the air. You began breathing faster as you turned around and saw Thor, Steve, and Tony, glaring at you…at you? No, there was no way because at that moment you were behind them looking for Clint, your dad had asked you to go and get him as soon as he had seen Thanos. And so, you felt it, behind you, The Mad Titan, watching you with a sneer but such hatred in his eyes.

“Are you afraid, Y/N?”, Beck whispered over your shoulder and you turned around and tried to hit him but there was no one, the hologram 3D-view dissipated for a second letting you see that you had hit a wall. “Do you want your father back?”

“Stop your games, I’m not afraid of you Beck”, you growled as you turned around to see if there was any sign of Peter.

A moment of silence, dead silence as you felt The Mad Titan behind you while you tried to keep your eyes on your father figures, on the people you loved.

“You are not enough, you were never enough for your father, not for the world”, Beck pondered as you felt your muscles freeze when you heard him. “You were supposed to be the next Iron Man, but guess who they liked more?”

You knew you had to deal with is before, after Tony didn’t make it, it was the question everyone was wondering and your heart broke because it hadn’t changed on the past year, the weight on your shoulders was increasing.

“I’m not afraid”, you repeated, but this time it seemed like it was more for yourself.

“Oh, but you should be…”

It was all you heard before you were being pushed and pulled by an army of outrides, you were in the middle of the field again, they wanted to eat you and so you felt the first bullet on your back, you fell on the floor as more and more outrides came for you. Another bullet, to your shoulder and you felt like you couldn’t breathe, you felt like you were choking.

It was overwhelming, you knew it wasn’t real but it felt like too much.

You yelled with all the force that you had and stood up, you didn’t care anymore about the army outrides that surrounded you or the pain on your chest and shoulder, you needed to fight. You fired the repulsors with all the energy that your suit could give and turned around trying to hit anything you could.

You saw how the energy broke the 3D-vision model, crumbling and drones falling, it somehow calmed you as you saw the building again and the vision of that day began failing.

“It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real”, you repeated to yourself, as you finished to turn.

“Oh, but it was real Y/N”, Beck said as he appeared in front of you.

Your brows bumped together to see how relaxed he was as he smirked, you felt tears falling down your eyes and you stayed frozen at the same place because you didn’t know if it was another trick. Then, Beck fell face-first on the floor and you smirked: He was real, he was there and Peter was kicking his ass. It was it, it was what you had been waiting for, for a year you had wanted to kick Mysterio’s ass.

As you began to walk towards them, you heard a growl coming from behind you, on the left side and as you turned around you saw the crack that you had provoked with your repulsors and then the wall was shaking, shaking towards you. You tried to give a step o even two, you couldn’t remember anything but the growl and then dust, clouds of dust that didn’t let you see farther than your right hand.

And the screaming, you didn’t realize that the cries of pains came from you for a few seconds, as the dust settled you tried to calm yourself and tried to get up, you really tried but the wall was way too strong or maybe you were too weak. Your breathing was heavy and you knew you could lift it, you had done things so much more difficult but at the time you only managed to bend your knees and with all the force you had and place your right hand to withstand the force. You couldn’t see Peter but at the moment you were hoping he was webbing Beck and then coming from you, you needed a little help if you were being honest.

Before you knew it, you saw the black and red suit and you sighed in relief.

But not for long, because as soon as you got out of under the wall and asked where Beck was, Peter muttered that he had to let him go.

                             …

“I fell in one of his visions”, you said as you swallowed hard and tried to hold back any emotion. “He just reminded me how…how I haven’t been able to make dad proud”

Everyone in the room froze as you mentioned Tony, it had been a while since you had wanted to talk to them about him. You had been pretty reserved after Tony passed away, Pepper and Peter being the only ones who actually knew how you had been feeling after everything with Thanos because it hadn’t been easy. It had never been easy. For some wild reason, you felt guilty that you hadn’t done the same kind of grieve that you had done when Peter died in the snap, but you felt like now being older you had to hold yourself together better. But deep down you were still avoiding them and you had, once again, build these large walls so no one could come in.

Peter could see the tears threatening to fall from your eyes and he wanted to hold you so bad, he wanted to sleep with you again and tell you that everything was going to be fine, that you didn’t need to worry about being the next Ironman but just Y/N Stark. Peter had been the only one trying to crash those walls down and he had been succeeding the last few months but when Mysterio came back, it just reinforced them as Peter identified your feelings on Tony passing away. Now it seemed that for you, catching Mysterio was somehow the only way you could deal with your dad’s death.

But before he could move, he felt like you were going to do so first.

And you did.

“Then, a wall fell over me”, you announced as you stood up from the conference table and walked towards the exit. “Uncle Steve, may I leave? I’m not feeling well”

You knew it was childish, your behavior should be better because it was your responsibility to control your emotions, this was one of the first things Nat had taught you when you began training and it annoyed you to your core that you weren’t able to manage them currently being 22 years old. Therefore, you knew you couldn’t storm off like a crazy teenager, you knew better than that and so you decided to get out of the situation in the politest way as possible.

Steve didn’t have much left to say, he didn’t want to bother you anymore and especially with Tony, it was hard for all of them.

“Go ahead, kid”

It was the only thing you heard before the door opened and you walked through the hallways of the compound. It had been rebuilt and so, you could get kind of lost because it wasn’t the same as before, it was, in fact, smaller than before since you had lost half of the initial team and were on the way of rebuilding it. Tony would’ve wanted that, so you gave it a go as soon as Steve and Sam asked you if you were okay with it since now it was your real estate.

You were so lost in your train of thought that you barely stood in a fighting position when Peter grabbed your wrist.

“What the hell Peter, you scared me!”, you yelled as you turned around to see a bleak Peter Parker, your heart squeezed in your chest as you saw him because deep down you knew it wasn’t fair. You sighed, “I’m sorry, what do you want to talk about?”

Peter breathe deeply, his jaw tightened as his eyes were glued to yours.

“I want to talk about how my girlfriend has been avoiding me for a week, how you haven’t let me see you even though you were in a bad condition, how you are running away from me, again”, Peter fumed as you remained silent. “It’s not fair Y/N, for me or you, it’s not fair what you are doing”

And he was right, he was right.

But you were feeling this anger towards him for letting Mysterio go, for letting the only way you felt that you could compensate your dad after what had happened once he died.

“Excuse me? Do you know what’s not fair? It’s not fair that we’ve been chasing Mysterio for a whole year and trying to clean his mess and when we are about to catch him, you are not capable of at least webbing him enough before going for me?”, you scoffed and you knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Peter’s eyes began squeezing a bit and how his lips pursed when he heard you. 

“I did, I fucking did Y/N! But you wanted me to maybe risk that you could be seriously hurt or dead because you wanted to catch him? I know what he did to you, I’ve been through it and you know it more than anyone but I’m not going to say sorry for saving you, I’m not going to be sorry for that because it’s what everyone has taught me since we became avengers, what Tony told me all the time, you are my mission”, Peter finished, his eyes watery while he exhaled noisily through his pursed lips.

You felt your eyes filling with tears but you fought them trying to keep them in as your face turned into a scowl.

This was it, this was the anger because right now you needed him to understand that you had stopped being the mission, you were the one in charge now, you were the one that people would turn to see if the avengers were doing the right thing. You felt like Peter didn’t understand the burden you carried all the time.

“You don’t get it. I live in his fucking nightmare, there’s not a night or a day that I don’t think about my dad or how after all that Mysterio did risk our life’s when he trashed you and me while he pretended to be dead. How he almost managed to let you become a criminal and me an accomplice, how he damaged my father’s reputation, his legacy!”, you yelled without realizing your voice was so high.

“You are his legacy Y/N, when are you going to understand it that you are every day doing what Tony taught you, that you are succeeding in being the best daughter you can!”, Peter yelled back at you as he tried to come closer to you but you step away.

“I’m not succeeding Peter, if I was anything like my dad, I would’ve caught Beck since day one. He wouldn’t have done what he did to us and look at us now!”, you responded as tears began streaming down your face, as Peter watched in horror.

“I don’t care if I’m your mission, Peter! I can’t be the mission anymore; I have to be the leader and not the girl everyone has to take care of. I refuse to let you overprotect me and confined me to be the failure of a daughter that Tony has at this moment”, you finally muttered as you turned your back on Peter and continued walking.

Peter’s heart broke as he heard your words and he wanted to stop you so bad but he knew better than to do that. The thing was that Peter was afraid as well about your behavior, for him you were his world. Even after he came back and you were much older than him, he still saw you as that seventeen-year-old girl he saw in her lab building her suit and although Peter wanted with all his heart to let go of you and let you be who you were now, it was still hard for him because sometimes he felt like he missed so much of your growth that he might not know how to act or who you were. You had been trying to work it out as a couple, you were but sometimes it was tricky because of the life arenas you were in, both of you were in college but on different stages. And so, a year had passed and Peter hadn’t left that fear behind, enter how paranoiac and afraid he had been in the last week that you had decided not to talk to him.

He sighed as he returned towards the conference room, feeling defeated as he scratched his head trying to figure out what he could do to make you feel better. There were many ideas, so many ideas but they didn’t seem to be good enough. Peter did a mental list on what ideas he could do but they weren’t good enough:

• Movie night: No, because to see a movie you had to agree first and Peter felt like you weren’t in the mood. 

• Fancy dinner date? No, because last few weeks you had wanted to stay home, plus the paparazzi could come for both of you and at the moment there was nothing worse than being seen in a public setting. 

• Go to a pub or a club? No, neither you or Peter drank unless it was in a very private setting and like you wouldn’t be even able to talk about it.

• Go upstate with Morgan and Pepper? Ok, maybe but it would just be worse if you were not feeling it and Pepper would force you to share all these feelings and ugh. It wasn’t looking good.

Until something popped into Peter’s mind and he smirked. 

…

As you arrived at your room you simply flopped into the bed, your eyes were stinging and you felt like you wanted to sleep a million years. The crying had stopped as soon as you arrived at Stark Tower but it hadn’t through the whole drive over there, thankfully Pepper took Morgan on the weekends to the cabin Upstate; after Tony died, Pepper had thought long and hard what they should do and at the moment the easier thing for her as CEO of Stark Industries and living in Stark Tower was going to help her but both of you decided it was the best to keep the cabin since it was Morgan’s home and so, all the weekends you tried to go. But at this moment, you wanted to be alone.

“Mrs. Stark”, H.A.P.P.Y announced while you groaned, “Mrs. Potts is calling and Mr. Roger, Mr. Barnes, and Mr. Banner have been calling as well”

You frowned.

“No Peter?”, you asked as you rolled onto your back.

“No, would you like me to call him?”, H.A.P.P.Y asked but you knew it wasn’t the time. “He has been leaving quite a lot of messages but nothing since you came back from the compound”

You sit on your bed as you thought.

You had learned, after the snap, that you had to make the situation better by yourself, at the end of the day it was your responsibility to make your life better and no one else was going to change it for you. To do so, you had to be alone and gather your thoughts, figure out what was your next move as if you were on a fight; like what Nat and Steve had taught you.

“I don’t want to contact Peter yet, H.A.P.P.Y”, you said as you stood up from your bed and tied your hair into a ponytail while you ran to the elevator. “Please, tell Pepper and everyone that I’m in my lab. They’ll know I’m okay”

“As you say so, Mrs. Stark”, H.A.P.P.Y addressed before you got out of the elevator into the lab floors.

Working on your suit it was almost as mediating for you, it was just you and the technology with H.A.P.P.Y. helping you from time to time. It was one of your favorite places on the world, it was your place, you had another lab in the compound that was much bigger and had more things than the one in Stark Tower, but this one was your first, it seemed like a safe place. Usually, you liked to be left alone but a lot of people could join in and make things better, Tony was -obviously- the first one, sometimes he would miss flights or meetings to be with you in the lab working on whatever thing you had in mind. Bruce join later once you met him and you felt like he had a similar feeling of meditation once he was in his zone, you talked a bit but it was much more silence than when Tony came in. Finally, when Peter came into the lab with you, it was like everything made sense, you were in sync all the time and you didn’t have to talk a lot to know what the other wanted, it was one of your favorite things in the world.

You sat down in your chair as you took off the necklace and press the pendant that hanged from it and your suit materialized in front of the table, you examined it to see how Mysterio had actually damaged it.

“H.A.P.P.Y, give me a full review on what the hell happened to my suit last time, okay?”, you said as you watched how the information began appearing in a hologram version in front of you.

You didn’t exactly know how many hours you lasted in there, fixing your suit, calibrating it, coding the new program to identify Mysterio’s holograms.

But at the end of the day you knew three things:

The first thing you found out was the incredible burden and guilt you felt because of Tony’s death; there was no other way to put it because it was too much. In a few months it was going to be a year of his death and you wanted so bad to let him go but you couldn’t, hence the second thing. The thought of not making him proud, of not standing by his legacy made you feel like someone had to stab you on your chest. It was barely impossible for you to let go of your dad without fixing the mess you had done in his absence. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t all your fault, you didn’t create Mysterio but you hadn’t shown all the abilities that you had learned from Tony to stop him, that Mysterio had won was as if someone had kicked you in the chest and stomach and left you without the possibility to breath. And so, you realized you were more upset towards yourself than you were with Mysterio or anyone else. The third thing you figure out was that you were being an asshole to Peter Parker and it broke your heart.

Deep down, you knew how insecure Peter felt after he had come back from the snap and how it had been kind of tricky to navigate your relationship being in different stages of life. You had grown so much in the time that he wasn’t here, but it didn’t mean you stopped loving him or that your relationship didn’t felt as easy and loving as it did, it only meant there were more things that you had to overcome. But the way you were acting wasn’t mature and could give Peter a wrong impression of your feelings and it made you want to hurl the more you thought about it. Peter didn’t deserve it, after everything he had gone through he didn’t need this over his head and the more you thought about it, you just wanted to hold Peter so close to you and pulled him into a kiss, the urge grew so much more than as you were coding you simply stood up from your lab and ran towards your room to pick your phone and call him.

“H.A.P.P.Y, call Peter, I’ll answer in my room”, you ordered the AI as you entered the elevator, your feet moving anxiously.

It wasn’t fair, it was a mess how you had been acting and he didn’t deserve it.

The doors opened and you ran through the apartment, thinking what you were going to say to him, trying to figure out if you should just drive to Queens or take an old suit and fly there. Maybe you could get a pizza and convince him to watch a movie with you, or maybe a fancy dinner date and he would appreciate it because he knew how much you didn’t want to go to a public place, or maybe even go to a club? But…

Your thoughts quickly faded away as you opened the door to your room.

The windows that reached the ceiling and the floor were letting you see a beautiful view of Midtown Manhattan, the lights were so bright that they gave your room a certain glow while your room was dark, but most importantly Peter was hanging by a threat upside down while holding a very very very old boombox in his hands that was loudly playing Can’t help falling in love with you, he was dressed as Spiderman but his mask was off and you couldn’t help to smile as soon as you saw him.

It was a no-brainer for you that Peter was the love of your life, there was no denying that you were unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Peter Parker.

You ran towards the window and jumped in the bed trying to quickly open the window that Peter’s face was in front of. His smile was so lighthearted and his eyes were glowing with this happiness you usually saw when both of you were together. On the other hand, Peter’s heart was thumping so loud for him, he wanted to make it right and this was the cheesiest way he thought he could but this was different than any other fought you had and he just wanted you to realize that this wasn’t about Spiderman or Mysterio or the Avengers; this was about you and him, as girlfriend and boyfriend, as partners, as soulmates.

“I’m sorry about this week, it wasn’t fair and you were right to do what you did”, you whispered as you poke your head out through the windows and your eyes were glued to his.

Peter nodded

“I’m sorry that I didn’t understand better what you are going through”, Peter answered, his eyes full with regret but with the earnest smile you had seen him give to you.

But you shook your head.

“No Peter, you shouldn’t know and I should’ve told you”, a few tears escaped your eyes and Peter quickly glued the boombox to the outside window with his webs as he wiped the tears from your face.

Both of you remained quiet and still for a second, looking at each other and listening, the song finally changed to Make you feel my love and you smiled.

Peter felt like his heart was going to explode as he saw you.

“You know you are the love of my life, right?”, you muttered as you began playing with his chocolate curls.

He smiled as he heard your heart beating in your chest, he was so happy to see that smile again, to hear you saying those words.

“Really? I couldn’t te-”

Peter managed to mumble before you pulled him into a passionate kiss, your lips crashing with passion as your mouths moved in sync, you whimpered into the kiss because of how strong it was and Peter felt a growl in his throat as you pulled his hair a little bit, just the way he liked it. You tasted like heaven, while he tasted like all your favorite things in the world.

You finally pulled apart and placed your forehead against his, both of you smiling, both of you finally calmed down.

“So, you want to come in?”, you whispered and Peter’s cheeks turned crimson red as he figured out what you suggested.

But he shook his head.

“I was actually wondering if you wanted to give a ride with me?”, Peter suggested with a smirk.

Cut to both of you navigating Manhattan, hanging on to Peter’s web and yelling as you jumped from building to building, watching the city. 

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[yourvirtualgoddessforlife]

Criminal: Jäger

I’ve grown to love spending time in here. The humming of machinery and buzzing or power tools is actually rather peaceful when you get past how loud it is. I’ve been in here a lot recently just helping out here and there whenever I can. Since joining Rainbow Six I quickly took to the team, trying to gain as many positive relationships with my teammates as possible because well it’s always useful to have people who want you alive. Helping out in the workshops around machines is normally where I am now so I know who frequents these areas. Normally I just catch a glimpse of Echo as he wanders off to improve his Yokai or maybe I sometimes even see Mute who has a fascinating affinity with technology and electrical engineering. On an average day, I’m with Mira seeing as she’s busy and all being Director of Research and Development. She needs the help and she’s lovely to be around, sure she’s a bit loud but I enjoy her company. In fact, I was just running an errand for her. Elena needs to make sure everyone’s tech is perfect and that it is as good as it can be so she’s been asking people to write reports about their gadgets and well the only one I need to collect in now is Jäger’s report. Elena is going to love this, just because I know he’ll have gone off on a tangent.

From my time in the workshops and test labs I've managed to get quite close to Jäger or Marius as he’d rather me call him. He’s kinda like a puppy; he’s really hyperactive and energetic but he also loves everyone and wants everyone to get along and he’s cute (from a strictly professional standpoint please don’t think anything more of it). I’m still not used to him sending me news article links at three in the morning but I do enjoy the moments where we just take a break and watch whatever new documentary we can find. I actually find the fact he wants to learn endearing, the fact he loves finding out about the world around him and then trying to spread this knowledge. Other than that, I just know that he can’t quite catch on to social cues and he tends to make some rash decisions but after working with him for so long I think it’s sweet.

“Hey, Marius. Did you write that report Elena asked for?” I pipe up once I’m close to him and he just looks up from his ADS to give me an energetic grin. 

“Jä, it’s on that desk over there.” He finally stands up straight to look at me and I do have to admit he is good looking (from a professional standpoint, I swear) with that tremulous smile and suave accent. “I’ll fetch it for you, don’t worry”

“Can I proofread it? Don't want Elena to have a go at you for missing anything. Plus I’ve seen her responses to reading these so I know what she’s looking for.” I gently accept the file and in response to my question, he just nods and gives me that dorky smile. Flipping through the pages I let out a slight sigh because after just reading the first two paragraphs I know Elena is gonna get tense.  

Reads as follows; 

‘Device: ADS-MK IV "Magpie" Automated Defense System

Operator: Specialist Marius "Jäger" Streicher

Evaluation Lead: Specialist Marius "Jäger" Streicher 

Mira tasked me with the evaluation of my ADS0MKIV "Magpie." Spending hours in a test lab sounds like my type of vacation - no joke. I'm always on the look-out for where things can be improved. For reference, I have attached the field test data for comparison. Data-Data-Data!

Before we get to that, let’s explore the importance of studying defensive strategies alongside breaching techniques throughout history, as well as the evolution of tech -’

Mira is gonna have fun reading the rest of this. “Thank you for this Marius, I’ll pass it along to Mira immediately.” Since when was he standing that close, a look into his eyes and give him my best smile as I turn around towards the direction of the exit.

“Y/N would you mind helping me out now?” He shyly cast the question to me as he turned back to his ADS. I told him I would help him the second I gave Mira his device evaluation. So I danced along to Elena and bounced whilst handing her the report before skipping straight back to Jäger. It’s not like the idea of spending time with him makes me happy but… it’s important to form a professional relationship with your colleagues.

I spent the rest of that day helping Jäger make improvements to his gadget until we called it quits for the day and threw on a documentary on rainforest wildlife. Then we did it again, it happened a lot. Our friendly relaxation days lasted for a few months only interjected with missions or other duties on every other occasion but today was one of the rare days we were to be deployed on a mission together. The only reason I wasn’t thrilled was because it was to siege a warehouse so a small thing but, it was one of my warehouses. I really wanted nothing to do with the gang anymore because I was honored to have the chance to do good so a walk down memory lane won’t be well received. Oh well. Nothing I can do about it.

I helped with the planning of this and it reminded me of how much I missed organizing an operation. Contributing information and ideas, make people see me as vital. During the briefing, it was revealing a group seven would entering the building, clear the area and the four of us are to hold off reinforcements while the other three operatives move items of interest to an extraction point. Jäger was assigned to defense although that wasn’t surprising, I, however, get to pick up a more assault based role. I am going to be the first in the and also I get the pleasure of carrying stolen weapons to the extraction point. When we were deployed everything went to plan. Whilst Ash and Blitz checked our exit route was viable I helped Jäger, Frost, Kapkan, and Doc set up before picking up my first cache and running. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed and I just needed to carry one more package before I could help someone else although it was clear they were nearly finished as well. 

I was prowling along the corridor back to our defense point cautious of my surroundings. Somethings changed about this hallway since I was last here but I can’t place it, the atmosphere just seems heavier. At the very least it should be secure, Kapkan had trapped all its exits and entrances as well as Jäger lifting me up to place an ADS on the ceiling. As long as I keep my guard up I’ll be okay.

Entering the room of the firefight it was clear which side will come out victorious. I admired Marius’ skill as he landed a perfect shot on an attacker just barely peeking out from behind a crate. Those left in the room where hiding behind cover clearly hesitant to risk moving from their impenetrable cover. I know better than to disturb them so I grab a duffel bag and turn back to the hallway I just left. I got about two minutes down the corridor by the time I realized it, an opened window. I didn’t think anything of it in the past but upon inspection it's obvious that a Kapkan trap was torn from that window and the dusty footsteps, leading towards the defense room. 

I panicked and I ran. 

It was a good call, seeing as I now get to watch a man pull the pin of a grenade behind Doc and Jäger. How haven’t they heard him? Fuck if it matters. I grabbed him which was stupid but what was worse was my decision to spin us into the hallway and wrestle a live grenade of him. I threw it because originally yes I had an idea of what I was going to do before grabbing him and that was for Jäger’s ADS mounted on the ceiling to destroy it, what I wasn’t banking on was for the ADS to have been destroyed. 

I didn’t feel too much of the blast I’d managed to throw it away and if anything the guy in front of me is in worse shape. Actually is he still alive? Yeah, he is, okay, what do I do with him? The correct answer would have been to incapacitate him but I clearly didn’t think of that. I also didn’t think about the possibility of a knife getting involved and I just accepted the attack. I

So imagine this, you had to grapple a guy only for a grenade to go off meters away from you and then you get stabbed but when you expect the knife to get lodged in your heart it goes into your thigh instead. I’m not expecting anything at this point because I wasn't expecting Jäger to take the guy out but he did and now I have a stab wound and a lot of confusion.

Doc came to me a moment later and took to taking care of my leg whilst Marius covered us. During this time we got blessed with the information that we could now withdraw from the field. Jäger was even kind enough to carry me to spare me torturing my injured limb. Although it wasn’t until we were guarded in an armored vehicle he chose to speak to me. 

“I was worried.” It was that small sentence that tugged at my heart. I don’t want Marius to be afraid or worried so to hear him say that caused me concern but still I smiled and pulled him towards me in a cramped side hug. He settled in my embrace and relented that; “I was scared because you nearly died. You did it for me, right? I’m sorry my ADS wasn’t able to help. I even told you not to worry about grenades.”

“Don’t feel sorry about it, there was an ADS but unfortunately our assailant took it out. If anything I should have found a better solution other than tackling the man with a live grenade. If anything I should have recognized the security breach before he approached the main room.” I let go of him purely so I can remove his helmet and glasses which he seemingly appreciates as he looks at me with pure eyes filled with care, it’s cute. “Listen, I’m normally trying to look at things from a professional standpoint but I believe things here between us could maybe more of an emotional thing, y’know?” 

You know the look a dog gives you when it’s confused, that's probably the best way to explain how he’s glancing at me. If I want him to understand this I just need to be blunt but that’s difficult. It’s a lot to demand, me being upfront about an emotional problem just doesn't feel right but it would definitely feel wrong if I didn’t say anything. No, I’ll do it another time and with this decision, I tilt my head away from his intense gaze. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt again. I know it sounds strange but I feel sad when you aren’t with me when you’re sad or just even knowing you’re not okay.”

“Well from an unprofessional view I believe I feel the same way you might and I believe it;’s because I've fallen in love.” I can’t say it, it’s cheesy, cliche, just wrong. Oh, fuck it. “I love you, Marius.”

“I love you too, Mäuschen.”

#jäger x reader #rainbow six siege x reader

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

That Damn Sex Pollen! - Part 1

Words: 1884 (ish)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and swearing

"So much for having the weekend off" i muttered quietly as i followed Bucky through the large warehouse.

"You should know its never guaranteed in this line of work by now Y/N" he smirked at me over his shoulder.

"It could at least be something exciting Buck, i mean come onnnn collecting info from a drive??"

"At least we'll be done quick and get back to enjoying the rest of our weekend in peace before they all get back to the compound".

The rest of the team had been called out to a Hydra camp Tony had tracked down, Bucky and I stayed behind as we had had back to back missions for a while and it was our turn to stay home. But when Fury called needing some information extracted there was no choice but for us to go.

Bucky walked into the back office and started the data grab required while i kept watch. It didnt take too long, Bucky was soon walking towards me showing me the drive he had pinched between two fingers "all done, lets go" he said.

Suddenly the doors all slammed shut and automatic locks were heard engaging.

"Shit! Buck whats going on??" I asked pushing at the door.

"Move, let me try" he said before ramming his metal arm into the door, it dented but that was about it.

"I cant get through" he stated before marching off and trying the other doors, nothing.

"Bucky i dont think we're getting out of here without help" i said sitting down on the floor leaning back against the wall as i pulled out my phone "shit, there's no signal in here! Maybe the panic button? It'll take them a while to get here but its all we have" i pulled back the plastic casing on my bracelet that held the panic button Tony insisted we have on mission.

"Might as well get comfy Sarge we're gonna be here a while" i stated the obvious and watched as Bucky sat across from me looking nervous.

"This place is so strange..... i mean what are those plants doing in a warehouse?" I asked noticing a load of pink flowered plants off to the side, it looked like they were growing it like marijuana!

"Oh shit...." Buckys eyes went wide suddenly "this can't be happening"

"What cant be happening??.....Jesus christ is it getting hot in here??" I asked suddenly feeling heat rush to my face.

I unzipped my tac vest and shrugged out of it leaving me in my combat pants and black tank top. I notice Bucky shuffling further away from me and it makes me frown "whats wrong with you?" I ask.

"You know what that stuff is??" He points to the pink flowers nervously, i shake my head not really caring. Its like a fog has descended and all i notice is Bucky..... he is beautiful! Heat burns low in my belly as my eyes roam Bucky's muscular form, imaging what he looks like naked! It wouldn't be the first time i had pictured that!

"They call it sex pollen! Y/N do you understand what that is??"

"Mmhmmm let me guess, makes you really horny?" I asked as i pressed my thighs together, shit this is embarrassing!

"Just stay over there..... help will be here soon. We can fight this". Bucky says through gritted teeth, his hands fisted at his sides.

It had been hours and we were still stuck in this fucking warehouse with the god damn sex pollen!! It was absolute torture!! Bucky was now only in his combat pants and tank top and i couldnt help but imagine his arms around me.... those hands on my body, his fingers inside....

"You okay over there? You’re kinda staring" Bucky asked bringing me back to reality.

"Not really" i stated wiping at the sweat on my forehead and neck "its getting worse..... its starting to hurt Buck" i said honestly.

"Thats what it does, it'll get worse until you get the antidote or...."

"Or what??"

"Scratch the itch so to say" he blushed, Bucky had thought about being with you so many times but not under these circumstances.

"You mean until its fucked outta me??" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah" he nodded reaching down to readjust himself in his pants. He'd been rock hard for hours now and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside you and help you both out!

"You might have to do it Buck, im not joking! I feel like im dying!" I said a couple hours later as i laid on the cold floor trying to cool down my over heated skin, i was almost crying at how much it hurt.

"We cant do that Y/N....."

"Please Bucky" i whined but he just looked away "fine, i'll take care of myself" i huffed undoing my pants and slipping my hand in my panties that were absolutely soaked at this point!

"What are you doing doll...." he asked his voice hitching at the sight in front of him.

"I have to! I need the pain to stop Buck I'm dying...." as my fingers made contact with my clit a loud moan escaped my mouth uncontrollably!

"Jesus fucking christ....." i heard Bucky mutter and looked over to see him palming his cock through his trousers as he watched me.

"You could just help me out...."

"Come over here" he said holding his hand out to me, his eyes were full of lust as he pulled me into his lap pressing me down on his hard cock and rocking me against him. My head fell back and i moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him but it wasn't enough!! I needed the real thing and so did he.

"We cant do this....." Bucky said in my ear as his hands slipped under my tank top and caressed my naked back.

"You only want this because of that damn plant"

"Ive always wanted you Buck" i mumbled pressing kisses to his neck as my hands reached for his top, i needed to feel more of him against me.

"What?? You want me??" He asked wide eyed looking for any sign that i was lying.

"From the second i met you i wanted you" i admitted before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. He was quick to return the kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip....

"Please fuck me Bucky..... i need you so bad!" I begged as i rubbed myself over his huge bulge to get some friction.

"Ive wanted to hear you say that for so long doll!" He practically growled in my ear before laying me back against the cold warehouse floor. I watched as Bucky pulled my already open pants down my legs with my panties and sat back looking at my soaking wet cunt before him. He reached out with his metal hand and run his fingers through my wet folds earning him a moan as my back arched up off the floor.

"So fucking pretty!" He said before reaching for his own pants and finally freeing his hard cock.

"Oh god, look at that thing!" I said seeing the size of it as it sprung free.

"You like what you see doll?" He asked smirking down at me.... smug bastard!

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded as i reached forward to wrap my hand around the base of his cock before lining it up with my entrance.

"Fuck me James" i begged looking into his almost black eyes, almost all of the blue had disappeared.

"Yes m'am" he smiled before pushing forward and finally giving me what i needed.... what i wanted!

The sounds he made as he fucked me were absolute sin, i swear i could cum just listening to him!!

"Oh Buck you feel so fucking good....."

"Yeah? You like feeling my hard cock filling your tight little pussy??"

"God yes!! Dont ever stop" i cried out when he thrust harder into me going even deeper than before.

"You’re gonna feel me inside you for days baby!" He said before kissing my neck. His hands were on my breasts kneading and pinching.....

"I need to cum! Please Bucky let me cum" i begged for my release.

"You gonna cum all over my cock??"

"Yes!! Shit yes!!" I cried out as i felt his fingers start to circle my clit and he increased the speed of his thrusts, my stomach tightened and then i was screaming his name my eyes squeezed so tight i saw stars! He gave a few more thrusts and then i felt him release inside me. His hips slowly coming to a stop but his cock remained inside me.

"Wow..... that was...." i panted as my hands run up his chest and over his shoulder to rest on his back. Bucky leaned forward and kissed me again but this time it was much more passionate.

"That was amazing. So much better than i ever imagined...."

"I know the feeling" i smiled "i love you Buck..... you know that right?" I suddenly said as my thumb traced over his bottom lip.

"I do now" he smirked "i love you too Doll".

After another round of mind blowing sex we started getting dressed.....We didn't want to risk any of the team catching us.

"Y/N..... what are we going to do about this?" Bucky asked avoiding eye contact. I couldn't believe this was the same man who had been saying such dirty things to me as he fucked me 10 minutes earlier.

"I don't know Buck..... i meant what i said before. I do love you.... it wasn't the sex pollen making me say those things"

"I know, me too" he nodded taking my hand and entwining our fingers.

Suddenly there was a banging on the main door we entered through earlier.

"Y/N..... Buck?? You in there?" Came the loud booming voice of one Sam Wilson.

"Yes!! Sam we're in here!" I called back grabbing my tac vest and pulling it back on and zipping it up.

"Hold on sugar we'll have you out in no time" he called back.

When the door finally opened Sam was grinning at us like an idiot "i cant believe you two got locked in here".

"Makes three of us!" I laugh and head towards the door, im rushed by a flustered looking Steve Rogers.

"Oh my god are you okay?" He asked wrapping his arms around me "i was so worried when i saw your panic button had been activated!!"

"Im fine" i nodded quickly "the download must have triggered an old security measure.....all the doors slammed shut and Buck and i couldnt get them open"

"Dont scare me like that again baby okay?!" He said before pressing his lips to mine "lets go home".

"Sounds good to me"

"You okay Buck?" Steve asked his best friend who had stayed standing away from us.

"All good Steve" he nodded grabbing his tac jacket from the floor and heading to the door.

"Hey, thanks for looking out for my girl Buck" Steve called after his friend. Bucky just gave him a quick nod before walking out and joining the rest of the team on the quinjet.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter soldier #bucky fanfic #bucky imagine #bucky x you #sebastian stan

[bleedingcoffee42]

Eureka AU- Part 8

My weekend mini-nano is coming to an end, what a ride. 16k words on a make-it-up-as-i-go fic. Fun as hell, wish I could do this every day.   But for now, outta writing time.   Fear not, I’ll finish this week but I’ll sure as shit leave it for now as a cliffhanger.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Roy sat by Riza's side after Knox relocated her to Al's lab under much protest, however the medical equipment was easier to move than Al's.   Roy went over all the theories and data about a dozen times and eventually gave the green light on Project Hawk's Eye.   He told Knox he would be the one to inject the syringe full of nanites into her IV, that was not going to be on the doctor if this all went wrong.

If he lost her, he didn't really care about the repercussions of everything coming down on him.   He'd stave it off as long as he could in order to go after Raven and root out his accomplices in this theft of relics and trail of murder, but he had no misconceptions about it all catching up to him.   He'd step down from the head of the facility first, have someone appointed to take his place that had it's best interests in mind, and spend his money and limited freedom on hunting everyone down.   He prayed it don't come to that.

“We're ready.”  Al said.   “I injected a few into myself to test it and they are operating as they should.”

“What the fuck Al?”  Ed gasped.  

“Like you weren't going to do the same thing.”  Al mumbled.

“I'm not the genius who can control the little bastards!”

“Which is exactly why I had to do it.”  Al replied. “They're my creation, I can't ask someone to test out what I create if I am not willing to do so myself. Especially not Hawkeye.”

Ed walked over with the syringe and handed it to Mustang.   He almost didn't want to let go of it, scared it would be the cause of her demise.   Scared because if it didn't kill her, the lack of another option would.

“It's OK Ed.”  Roy said and took the syringe over to the IV line and paused as he took the cap off the needle.   He looked over at Riza and bit his lip.   Not the kind of shot she expected to be in danger of dying from, he was certain of that.   So he stopped costing more time and injected it slowly so there was no chance of clumping the microscopic robots anywhere.   Then, syringe empty, he retracted it and put the cap back on and set it down to wait;  Wait and watch her vitals for a spike to tell him this was the wrong answer.

“Ok, I have data.”

Roy looked over to Al.  “And?”

“I've sent them on a mission to disperse and target anything with their similar profile.  I already have data coming back.”   Al said and put it up on the screen for everyone to see.   “Well the good news is it's biological and not nanotech.”

Roy took a deep breath.  The Elrics were great at mentioning things after the fact.

“Money can't buy you, Al.”  Ed said appreciatively.  “You're the only one this good.”

Marcoh waved his hand at the screen. “Can you send this information to my tablet?”

“Already on it's way.”  Al said.   “I have them targeting and following the virus.   That way we don't waste time when you give me the modifications.”

Roy sat down beside Riza and held her hand again.   No change was good news at this stage and he could feel Knox hovering and waiting for something to happen.   Marcoh was scribbling loudly on some paper, preferring to work out things the 'old school' way instead of taking advantage of all the technological advances around him.   Roy wanted to help, wanted to be able to use his knowledge and education for something but he couldn't help here. All he could do was physically be here and comfort his wife in a way he hoped she could feel, perhaps there was something to that joke of theirs about using him for his body after all.

He turned his attention to thinking about how much Riza had changed his life.   They got off on the wrong foot and they continued to meet in the middle on everything, mainly because she wouldn't get out of his way.   She blocked him every time and forced him to compromise.   The resolution always produced good results and finally he came to her with a peace offering of dinner.   The town needed her, she was someone he had grown to respect and in a few months of fighting with her he had to admit he looked forward to her barging into his office telling him off.

He never expected her to say 'yes'.   It was just his charismatic womanizing facade coming out and trying to charm her, but she had said 'yes' in the most hostile and satisfied way possible that made him question if he had in fact been played.   He owed her dinner for all the times she had to spend time off duty cleaning up his scientist's mistakes.     It better be expensive too.  He countered the best he could, saying and expensive dinner require proper attire and a dress uniform wasn't going to cut it.   And her smile, god she smiled like she was the Queen of Hearts and he was about to get decapitated.  At that moment he sat back in his chair and realized that it might not be so horrible to lose this chess match of theirs after all.  

When she did show up for that promised dinner at his house, insisting on picking him up because he was a terrible driver who never paid his reckless driving tickets, he opened the door to the most amazing sight he had ever laid eyes on.   Riza Hawkeye stood on his doorstep like an angel, setting sun behind her with a glow of the glory of God radiating in the background.   A long gown that looked like it was made for her and probably was.   She had made friends in Eureka, certainly someone like Alex Armstrong had told her he would make her the perfect dress to stop Roy's fucking heart as soon as he laid eyes on it.

And that it did.   However it was less the dress and more the woman wearing it.   Something about how she owned that presence and could be wrapped in satin and lace and not lose herself in any of it.   There was more to her than he gave her credit for, more than the hard ass Lieutenant who became their disciplinarian Sheriff.   More than the soldier who was quick to order everyone around when the situation went to hell.  More that he desperately wanted to find out about.   It was more than she bargained for because she was not expecting him to be the one cooking her dinner at his house.

Checkmate.

It didn't phase her, she entered his house as if it was a royal palace and not a suburban home.   He had his best tux on, carefully planned and cooked four courses and dessert and served them all by candlelight in his dining room.  There was no hostility as they both silently agreed to a truce for the night.   They talked about work, since that was always the adventure of the week, and accidents they could now laugh about.  

And she had the most incredible laugh.  

Night turned into morning as they relaxed on the couch and dared to show each other their personal side.    Her caring for the men of her command, how much she missed being in the field because of this special assignment and how much she was actually enjoying being the Sheriff of this small town.  The people were special, she liked having someone to protect.   He admitted he wanted to do anything to keep this town safe, to keep the people free to work and funded to do so.   Something he never openly admitted to anyone.   She eventually said it was getting too late and it was time to leave, he asked her to stay.   To his surprise, she accepted his offer.

He wondered why she accepted any offers of his,  especially the first one to take the job as Sheriff of Eureka.

Now he couldn't help but wonder if she was deliberately sent here by her commander to get her away from her men.   Exiled because she had seen too much and had too much integrity to just forget it happened.    There was no reason that a qualified officer like herself would be sent here to the middle of nowhere to babysit scientist unless she was someone who could be counted on to be in his pocket.   She'd never be that, not for Raven.  Exiled until he had a chance to figure out how to erase the evidence of his actions.

But Roy had been the one to pick her from a field of candidates.   That was what bothered him, Raven had to know what he was looking for in a choice for Sheriff.  He had to rig the choices so there was only one option.  Roy wanted to drive down to the Hotel right now and beat the truth out of him, beat the life out of him.   Ensure he didn't get away with this.  

“I have it.” Marcoh announced. He walked over to Al's computer and said, “Bring up the diagram. I'll show you want to rearrange.   Then you can program them to eat the other virus.”

“They're robots.” Al replied.  “They don't eat.”

“They just ate several billion dollars worth of military super soldier contact lens.” Ed reminded him.  “Just let them tear it apart.”

“And lose their form?  They're currently bonded as a virus.   You want me to release them and let them float in the bloodstream?   They're too tiny.” Al replied.

“Strangle the virus then.”  Ed said.  

“Supreme excellence consists of breaking the enemy's resistance without fighting.” Roy said, quoting Sun Tzu.   Everyone went silent, he must have sounded authoritative even if he felt lost.   “Make your nanites more attractive to the virus than the cells it's attacking.  Make it look like the original Xerses virus instead of the watered down immunity in her system.     Let them latch on to the nanites so we can tell the robots to leave her body and take the virus with them.   Riza can't be the battlefield, she's put up enough of a fight on her own.  Let's draw the enemy out.”

#fic #royai #eureka au

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Whatever It Takes | Ch. IV

Pairings: (Yoongi/Reader/Hoseok)

Genre: Romance, Angst

Words: 4,638

Tags: Gang AU, Cop AU, Smut

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four 

Chapter Four

"You mean to tell me she's the daughter of a man no one has seen or heard from in twelve years?" Hoseok asks as he chuckles in annoyance, not really believing what his people had come up with. "How do we know it's actually her? We don't exactly have a photo to compare her to."

"About that," Jimin gestures towards V, grabbing the file in his hands. "We may not have a picture, but we have DNA on both."

Hoseok is intrigued by this information. "Are those the results?" He asks as he holds out his hand, "They're a match" Hoseok mumbles with raised eyebrows. He definitely wasn't expecting that.

"Not only that, he's also the boss of one of the best and most dangerous gang out there" Jimin continues, "He's the king of kings. Now, my question is... what was his daughter doing at our little event last night?"

Hoseok stares at the wall with a serious expression on his face, subconsciously playing with the rings on his fingers.

If he had you on his side, that meant he had the most powerful man in the world by his side. Oh, the things he could do with that much power in his hands. "I don't know about that, but it seems we've struck gold with our unexpected guest."

He smirks, the gears in his head moving at a rapid speed as millions of ideas run through his mind. "Where is she staying?" He asks as he looks towards V, who was now standing silently in the corner —waiting for an order like a good little soldier. "She's staying at the Melrose Hotel" Taehyung answers, his eyes glaring slightly at the man in front of him. Just because he temporarily works for the man, doesn't mean he has to like him.

"Anything you can get on her, I want it in my possession as soon as possible. Now." He continues, watching as V nods before walking out of the office. His curious eyes watch the younger man leave the room.

"Did he pass your little test, yet?" Hoseok asks, nodding towards the door. "He's trustworthy enough. We can just get rid of him if he fucks up, but at the moment, his the best at what he does" Jimin answers him as he sits down on one of the chairs in front of his desk, crossing one leg over the other as he chats with his long time friend. "Good. Where are we on the Russian deal?" Hoseok inquires as he opens the file that was marked as yours, picking up the photo that was taken of you at the ball last night. It didn't do you justice.

Hoseok nods as Jimin continues to speak about the new shipment that was coming in tomorrow. He didn't bother listening to every detail, he had been in this business long enough to know how everything went. Right now that wasn't his top priority. Right now, the number one thing on his list was you.

"Fine, make sure to bring more men." Hoseok answers, watching Jimin stand up from the chair. "They tend to get a bit unpredictable when things don't go their way." He finishes off, his hand reaching for your picture. He didn't even notice the small smile that appeared on his face as he took every inch of you — all the things he could do with you by his side.

This is going to get very interesting — The thought ran through his mind as he threw down your file into one of his desk drawers. He stood up, buttoned his suit jacket and made his way out the door; Jimin following behind him. "Who's our first victim of the day?" Hoseok asks as he made his way into his car, with a smile on his face that seemed almost child like.

You watch with a look of disgust on your face as Jungkook slurps up the cream in one of the cannolis, That boy is not normal— thinking to yourself as you shake your head , finally managing to look away from him. "That is just disgusting" You take a big gulp of your coffee, your eyes scanning the board filled with surveillance pictures, reports from Taehyung and old/new data Jungkook had collected at the beginning.

There was still no way Hoseok's empire will come crashing down, he was thorough and made sure nothing could ever be traced back to him. Lucky for you, you love the thrill and adventure that comes with the challenge.

You hear the front door of the apartment open behind you, "Where are we with Taehyung?" Yoongi says, throwing his coat onto the couch before standing right next to you —his hands on his hips. Yoongi had been taking turns here and at the office, he was joining the team and leaving his second in command in charge of the station.

"Met with Hoseok this morning, gave him info on (Y/N)" Jungkook replies, making Yoongi nod, "Okay. Good, good. We're getting somewhere, let's move on with the next step."

"And that is?" You yawn into your cup— not your most attractive moment — feeling it burn the back of your throat as you gulp it down.

Yoongi turns towards you, "You're moving out" He says before walking away from you. You knew for a fact he had officially entered the investigation, he was running the whole thing now —somehow you couldn't help but wonder if this was the only reason he had even agreed to let you in on it in the first place.

You continue drinking your coffee as you stare back at the board, the creeping feeling you in your gut when you know something bad was going to happen. You decide that's it's better to ignore it than to keep thinking about it.

You sat in the back of the car, watching as the run down buildings turn into mansions and expensive boutiques. The people in the car beside yours matching the present atmosphere. You sigh as you cross your legs, the short dress riding up on your thighs as you look towards the driver.

This time, Yoongi wasn't there with you. The decision to have a legitimate driver this time was made and you were already thrown into character. You didn't say much as you take out your room key out of your purse, seeing the gold shine when the light coming through the window would hit it at just the right time.

"How much longer?" You ask your new driver, putting the card back in your purse. The same nervous feeling as before creeping up again. "We're almost there, Miss" you hear him say.

"You've been asking him that for the past thirty minutes."You hear Yoongi say into the earpiece, smiling to yourself as you hear an exaggerated sigh coming from Jungkook. You could already imagine him running his hands across his face as he does so.

"I can't help it, I'm bored" you whisper to yourself, knowing that they had most likely heard you. "Find something else to entertain yourself with, before the guy drives himself into a wall." Yoongi hinted, leaning back into his chair.

His eyes drifting over to Jungkook as the younger began to sloppily eat his ramen. Being the tech guy usually meant you didn't get to go out a lot — maybe that's why Jungkook forgot how to eat in front of another human being. His social skills were dwindling with every investigation, Yoongi knew he needed to send Jungkook on a real mission �� let him do the physical work for once.

Yoongi looks away already used to such a scene, glancing at the monitors once again. He didn't really have a visual of how you were doing, he could only hear you and everything within your personal bubble. Other than that he couldn't exactly tell what was happening around you, but he could definitely take a wild guess.

His hand reaches up to scratch the back of his neck as he leans his head back further into the chair, the sound of the car engine and your breathing fill his ear.

You could only feel excitement as the Melrose Hotel came into view, making you sit up in your seat as you  put on your sunglasses. "Miss" You hear as soon as your door is open.

You smile a thank you in his direction as you grab your purse, stepping out of the car as you look at your new surroundings. This is where you were going to spend most of your time in, might as well get familiar with it.

You smile as you catch sight of how the bright lights flooded into the hotel suite. The way the room was completely open and boy free was a sight as you tip the bellboy who had helped you bring your bags up. You nod in his direction as he bows before leaving the room and as soon as the door closes behind him you drop the act of the perfect heiress as you kick your heels across the room.

You always loved cases like these, the ones where you could just lay around all day and still catch the bad guys. The ones where you didn't have to put that much effort into things.

You throw yourself on the king sized bed, bouncing as you spread your arms wide across,"I freaking love my job" You moan out loud as you sink further into the soft cotton sheets, feeling the mattress engulf you as it adjusts to the curves of your body.

"Don't get to comfortable" You hear Jungkook through your earpiece, "and... It's ruined now" You sigh deeply before you stand up from the bed, walking over to your bags you start to rummage through the expensive clothing that you had borrowed from an old friend. "You need to be ready in the next two hours, of course I need to ruin your peace and quiet" Jungkook finishes with a smirk, before leaning back into his chair, crossing his hands behind his head. He was the one giving the orders now, at least until the chief came back.

"Yeah, yeah" You roll your eyes, taking out your earpiece and placing it gently on the desk. You didn't know how long you were going to be staying at the hotel, but you were going to squeeze every little cent out of it.

This is the long awaited vacation that you needed in the last three years and you were planning to enjoy every last minute of it.

"Then if he tries to hurt me, I'll shoot him in the testicles" You tell Yoongi as you walk around your hotel room. You woke up to the sound of your new phone ringing nonstop inside your purse. You were confused when you saw the name MOM flashing on your screen, before you remembered that it was Yoongi's contact. That could've gone so many different ways.

You slip on the short black dress up your body, feeling it become tighter as you zip it up. You walk back towards the laptop, watching as Yoongi's eyes widen at the sight of you.

"(Y/N), You can't hide a gun in a cocktail dress." You hear Jungkook say, sounding as if he was on the other side of the room. "Fine. I'll stab him with my fork, can I go now?"

"Yes, with your new security detail. They should be coming up now." Yoongi tries to argue once again, the idea of just sending you alone with nothing but your wit and your fists to protect you, —although with very good reason — did not settle well with him.

"I don't need security, Chief,I'm fine on my own" You tell him without even looking at him. You were making sure that your make up was intact, before opening the door to your hotel suite. You could that the two men who stood in front of you were newbies  —most likely fresh out of the academy, trying to suck up to the man who signs their paycheck.

Yoongi might have your best intentions at heart, but he was basically putting you on babysitting duty. "You need to look the part" He sighs, only you would question his every motive, "You need to have bodyguards. It's an order."  Yoongi says, before the whole screen went black making you groan in frustration. The fact that he had sprung this on you at the last second made it harder to turn down. You take a deep breath, trying to find zen —whatever the hell that meant— and you force a smile on your face as you hear a knock coming front your front door.

You make your way to the front door of your hotel suite, "Det-" "Don't even finish that sentence" You interrupt, walking past them as you make your way down the hall and to the elevator, you could hear the rushed footsteps quickly following behind you. You could feel their stares on your exposed legs as you wait for the levarle to arrive. "Never call me by my tittle when on the job." You clarify as you wait for the elevator doors to open. "I'm just (Y/N) to you two today."

This is what you get when you sign up as a teacher — a lot of teachable moments on the field. You get into the elevator first, turning around you notice them frowning from being scolded. "Are you both just waiting for an invitation? Get in." They may not like you now, but they will be thankful when they're leading their own investigations.

"So this is how it's going to go," You say, watching the numbers flash as the elevator goes down to the lobby. "The two of you are going to stay out of my way, but make sure the mark knows you're there" You turn around, watching the looks of confusion flash across their faces, "Understood?"

"Uh..." You wanted to laugh at the baffled looks on their faces. Man, did you love your job.

"Understood!?" You yell this time, receiving a "Yes, Sir!" in return. You roll your eyes, turning back around as the elevator doors open. "I'm surrounded by idiots." You mumble to yourself as you make your way out and into the half empty lobby.

"We can hear you." Yoongi hinted into your ear, "You were meant to" You respond as you begin to strut towards one of the bars. The sassy you was back as you made yourself fit into your new persona.

It was hard not to notice all the people looking in your direction. You were a diamond in their eyes and someone they needed to be next to, someone they needed to be to live a good life — but of course that was the whole point.

You walk into the bar watching the people dancing around the place with a drink or two in their hands. "This music makes me want to kill myself" You mumble to yourself as you make your way into one of the stools, gesturing with your eyes to the men following behind you to back off.

You watch as they finally take the hint and make their to the end of the bar, their eyes never straying from were you were sitting. You had to give it to them, you could tell they were newbies and yet you knew they were taking their job very seriously.

Your face is adorned with a flirty smile as you make your way to the bar, signaling to the bartender before your eyes glance over the tall tables placed across the room.

"A glass of red wine, please." You tap your red colored nails against the counter top as you sit back on your stool —as comfortable as you could get.

"Put it on my tab" You smile at him, handing over your room card. "I've got it" A male voice says from behind you, before a two twenty dollar bills were placed on the counter in front of you. The familiar smell of his cologne fills your senses, "Nice to see you again Mr. Jung" You turn your head slightly, giving him the up and down before you look away.

Hoseok takes this as an invitation, sitting right next to you as he still manages to keep his distance.

Your eyes glance down at the his battered and bruised hands tapping against the black marble counter as you take a sip of your wine glass. "How about we get you something a little stronger?" Hoseok suggests, gesturing over to the bartender.  "Maybe help you loosen up a little more." He gives you an obnoxious smile.

"How about a sex on the beach?" You scoff at the mention of the girly drink, interrupting him before he embarrasses himself any further. "Actually that sunset rum looks better." You smile sweetly at Hoseok, "and much more expensive"

"Fine." Hoseok agrees as he nods towards the bartender, "and a vodka for me."

"It's like you want me to carry you out of here" Hoseok smirks, "Don't worry, that's never happened before. Either way, my guys can do that for you." You point towards your new bodyguards, they were staring at the both of you like a hawk.

Good to know they're taking their job seriously— You think as Hoseok looks back at him, "And I'm going to go ahead and say that the other pair of eyes across the room belong to you" You say as you pick up your rum, taking only a small sip and feeling nothin gas it runs down the back of your throat.

"So you pay attention" Hoseok turns back towards you, biting his bottom lip as his eyes glance up and down your body once again. The fact that she's hot is definitely a bonus—the thought crosses Hoseok's mind.

"So what brings you to Korea?" Hoseok continues, his eyes finally meeting yours. "Last I heard you were in South America" this makes you chuckle.

"Shouldn't you first buy a girl dinner before you start looking into what she's been doing for the past year?" You take a sip of your drink as you look at him with a questioning and curious look, the smile on your face was still present.

"I like getting to know said person before I continue anything" He quickly responds, somehow the atmosphere still calm and playful. "And you are one woman worth pursuing." He looks at you with that signature look all guys give, the one where they think they have you trapped in their clutches.

"I'm sorry. Is this you flirting with me?" You ask, a hint of curiosity in your tone. There was no harm in making him work for it a little longer, even if you both knew the end result.

"Oh no, I'm full-on hitting on you" Hoseok answers with another smirk, leaning in closer to your body. You chuckle, turning in your seat towards him, "Is there a difference?" You challenge him, "Yes, flirting is perceived as innocent, I prefer to go for what I want and right now — I'm looking straight at her" You genuinely chuckle, "A man who knows what he wants," a smirk, "I like it"

You always thought that the best part of your job was that most of the time, you didn't really need to pretend to be somebody else. "And I like a woman who can give me a challenge."

You could hear Jungkook gagging from the other side of the earpiece, making you bite your lip as you hold back a laugh. You can just imagine Yoongi's face of disgust as he does the little bunny scrunch he does with his nose, at how corny this conversation turned out to be.

You were sure Hoseok thought the same thing the moment he said it, he shook his head with a chuckle. "Is this conversation a little cheesy for you?" Hoseok finally gives in as he sees you trying to silently hold in your laughter. "I swear I have more game than this." He might as well try something else, being cocky and suave isn't exactly working.

You end laughing out loud at that. The once cold gangster was gone and the man trapped behind him appeared. "A little bit" You giggle, biting your bottom lip as he looks anywhere else but you.

"Uh, let me start over" He laughs silently, licking his lips as he takes another drink. He needed liquid course if he was going to get anywhere near you tonight.

"I'm usually not this sleazy" Hoseok assures you, inching his chair a little bit closer to yours. Now this side of him you can work with — it seemed almost sweet.

"I'll be the judge of that" You smile at the genuine look he was giving you. You take another sip of your 'rum', feeling absolutely sober. For some reason, you think to yourself that maybe it didn't have any alcohol in it and only one person would pay the bartender to do that.

You don't waste time as you continue to act as if the alcohol was flowing through your veins and flooding every single coherent thought in your mind. You sway your body from side to side, moving your hand to rest up high against his thigh.

You didn't dare move it out of the way and by the look on Hoseok's face, he certainly didn't mind.

"How about I walk you to your room?" Hoseok offers, taking a gulp of his vodka as his eyes catch the way your body sways from side to side — the half empty glass of rum resting lonely on the counter.

"That would be a good idea right about now." You giggle at him, wrapping your arms around Hoseok's neck. You lean your head on his chest, feeling his hands around your waist.

You watch over his shoulder as your 'bodyguards' stand up instantly, their eyes on high alert as they see you being carried out by the target. You wave your hand in their direction —telling them to sit down, that you were fine— as Hoseok holds you closer, carrying you towards the exit.

"Don't fall asleep on me now." He grunts as he feels your weight on him, feeling the swells of your breasts press against his side as he waits runs into the open elevator doors.

All Hoseok wanted to do at that moment was place his hands all over your body, to have the satisfying feeling of your skin touching his with absolutely nothing in the way. He was tempted and as the elevator doors open to your floor, he took a deep breath before he held you closer.

You look up at him through half lidded eyes, smiling as your giggles resonated through the empty hall. Nothing was funny about the situation, but you acted like a happy drunk. Hoseok's eyes glance down your dress, biting his lips as he them jiggle with every step you took.

God, how he was tempted to just push you against the wall and have his way with you. The thought of doing things to you almost made him act it out in real life and as he reached your door, he noticed your men following a couple of feet away.

"Where's your room key?" He sighs, shaking his head as if that small movement could get rid of his wicked thoughts. You took this moment to take him by surprised, leaving him with something to remember you by.

His soft, thin lips move rough against yours as his hand instantly grip on your hips, tightening and with every movement of his tongue against yours, he brings your body closer to his.

"(Y/N)?" You moan as you suddenly hear the familiar voice calling out your name, "(Y/N)?, Are you okay, I can't hear anything. What's happening?" Yoongi's panicking voice fills your ears as you finally pull away. You clear your throat, feeling yourself blush for getting lost in the kiss.

"Stop hitting the computer, it wasn't cheap!" You could hear Jungkook yell, to who you presume to be Yoongi. "I know, I'm the one paying for it!" You flinch a little as you hear feedback coming from the other side as the other two continue fighting.

"Why did you stop?" Hoseok asks, almost breathless. His eyes were still close as he swayed slightly in his spot. "Let's keep going" He jested as he leans in once again, resting his forehead against yours. "I liked where this was going." Hoseok whispers against your lips.

"How about we call it a night?" You chuckle, patting his chest before stepping out of his arms. You reach out with your hand, wiping his lips of any extra lipstick you may have passed onto him in your little moment of no self control.

Hoseok takes this moment to grab onto your hand, bringing it close against his lips. You smile as you feel him leave a lingering kiss on your lips. "Then," He smirks, his hand running up and down your sides, "go out with me tomorrow. I'll show you all the things your missing by being stuck in this hotel."

I think I just got goosebumps, you think to yourself. "Okay." You nod at his request, earning a peck on the lips, "I'll hold you to that" he whispers against your lips before the warmth radiating from his body disappears.

You watch his retreating back, confidence radiating from him in rays as you push the door your hotel suite open. "Will you two stop fighting already?" You yell out, hearing complete silence come from the other side. "I swear the two of you are like children" You mumble under your breath, finally able to throw your heels across the room.

"Please do remember that I sign your paycheck" Yoongi's annoyed voice rings out and for a moment you though of answering something related to the bedroom and who was really the boss, but then you remember Jungkook.

Letting him hear something like that with the vicinity in the room was a horrible idea —not that Jungkook will ever let you live it down. "That is irrelevant and I'm tired. Goodbye." you argue before you take off your earpiece, throwing it on one side of the bed. You throw yourself on the other side, feeling the ache in your ankles from having your heels on for so long.

"Nooo..." You open your eyes when you feel your phone vibrating against you, the name MOM flashing repeatedly before you put it on silent. "Go away." You mumble against the pillow before throwing it to the couch on the other side of the room as your eyes close once again. You'd answer his calls later.

Yoongi could only stare at the phone in frustration as he tried calling you again. He knew you weren't going to pick up this late, probably already snoring away.

To you, it never did matter if he was your boss, but then again it was his idea to continue doing whatever it was you two were doing. A relationship? Just sex?

Yoongi didn't really know. He just knew that he likes having you around him, it makes him feel all soft and tingly inside.

He lets out a deep sigh, giving up on calling you. You had done your job for today. "Stop drinking so much Red Bull" he tells Jungkook, grabbing the van from the younger ones hand and taking a sip of it himself. Leaving Jungkook dumbfounded at the action.

This is going to be a long night, he thinks to himself as he yawns, his eyes glancing at the monitors for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

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Roomies; Part 5

A/N: Okay, so here is Part 5! Please tell me what you think :) I have some twisted ideas for the next part ;) Part 1: Here Part 2: Here Part 3: Here Part 4: Here Pairings: Steve x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, PTSD/Nightmares, Fighting, Swearing

Word Count: 2,880

Blurb: Tony fucks up, causing half the tower to relocate �� you get to bunk with Steve for a few weeks. Then you go out dancing for your birthday, get drunk, try to sleep with Steve and pass out. After facing the aftermath of what you assumed would be Steve never wanting to talk to you again, you ended up having the most mind blowing sex of your life with him, and you can’t wait to see what the future holds. The weeks start ticking by too quickly, and then you’re called into a mission which takes up more of your time. You were injured on the mission and you kept slipping in and out of unconsciousness and you’re not sure how much time has passed.

 When you woke up next time the beeping had ceased, you could see that you no longer had tubes and wires connected to your body, but there were bandages on your left elbow where an IV had been put in. You were groggy, and everything hurt.

You looked around the room, you were searching for Steve. For anyone really. That’s when Bucky’s hands shot out of the darkened corner and enveloped yours.

“Hey Y/N” he said in a whisper. “He wanted to be here when you woke up, but Y/N, he hasn’t slept in days and we all begged him to get some sleep” he continued, giving your hands a light squeeze.

“Is…” you swallowed, your throat dry, and your voice hoarse, “is everyone… else… okay? Did we all… make it…okay?” you said, swallowing between words, Bucky’s laughing startled you.

“You’re lying in a hospital bed, after being stabbed and you’re worried about everyone else?” he smiled at you, before turning and signalling a nurse, he looked back to you then, “everyone else is fine, no one else was hurt, or at least not seriously, a few minor cuts and bruises, we got all the data from the base and we even managed to blow it up, the mission was a success.”

Just then Steve burst into the room, he was wearing long dark blue track pants, a white tee shirt, his hair was messy, his eye’s blood shot and he wasn’t wearing shoes.

Bucky immediately let go of your hand and stepped away, Steve was at your side in an instant, and Bucky slipped out of the room. Steve kissed your forehead, squeezed your hands and then sat and looked at you.

He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept in months, rather than days.

“Hey baby” he whispered, kissing your hands.

“Hi” you smiled at him. You tried to sit up and winced at the pain, Steve got up and got another pillow and tried to help you. “How… how long was I out?”

“You slipped in and out of consciousness the whole way here, then you were put in a medical induced coma so they could operate and stop the bleeding, that lasted two days, and then you were out cold for three more” he said, you were trying to work out what day that meant you were on today, Steve noticed you frown, “it’s Sunday, today” he said, “baby I was so worried about you.”

“I lost a whole week?” you asked, tears were threatening to spill over your cheeks.

“Baby, hey, baby, shhhhh, it’s okay” Steve said, climbing gently onto the edge of the bed and holding you. You hugged him as best you could, pain shooting through you if you moved too much.

“It’s not fair” you cried.

“What do you mean it’s not fair?” Steve asked.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time with you Steve” you buried your face in his shirt and sniffled.  He hugged you tighter, but not too tight.

“Baby, shhhhh, it’s okay, you won’t lose any more time with me I swear” he said into your hair.

You sat in silence for a while, in each other’s arms, you’d calmed down a bit and Steve’s breathing had evened out, he wasn’t stressing anymore. You ran your fingers in small circles across his arm that was holding onto you. Your eyes started to get heavy.

“I’m really tired” you said sleepily against him.

“Get some rest, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up” he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you Steve” you whispered, you fell asleep before you could hear his reply.

***

The next time you woke up there was sunlight filtering through the curtains and Steve was still here, just like he said he would be. He was sitting in the chair Bucky had been in when you first woke up, he had his head resting on the palm of his hands, a thin blanket thrown over his lap. He was asleep.

You wriggled on your bed a little, trying to get in a more comfortable position. A nurse entered the room. You smiled over at them. Just then they dropped their face mask, revealing their face. It was the man from the Hydra compound. He rushed the bed, smacking you across the face, and then ripping your pillow from under your head and slamming it down over your face. He was trying to suffocate you. You started thrashing, trying to alert Steve or someone else.

You jerked away, heaving. Steve was beside you holding onto your hands.

“Baby, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay” he was whispering, he touched your face. You were shaking and crying. “Shhhhh, I’m here”

“I saw him Steve, he was here, and he tried to kill me again” you said between sobs.

“Y/N, he’s dead, I promise, Barnes got him, he won’t hurt you.” Steve said, caressing your cheek.

***

The next few days went by slowly, you weren’t allowed to leave medical; in fact you weren’t even allowed to leave this ward. The nurses had agreed to let you get up and walk, small distances, as long as someone was with you, mostly it was Steve, or when you had managed to get him to go shower and sleep, Bucky came to visit.  They never visited at the same time, and they didn’t speak to each other when one arrived and the other left. But whenever you asked, they both just turned the conversation back on you, to see how you were doing.

When Sunday rolled around – you’d been in here a week – the doctors had signed some papers to say that you were allowed to leave medical, but you had to come back once a week, for a least three weeks for check-ups; you weren’t allowed to do anything physical, no training, no mission, no Steve. And you would need to re-dress your wounds every day for at least a week.

“So, I have something to tell you” Steve said, taking your hand in his as you left medical.

“What’s that?” you asked, looking up at him.

“Tony finished the renovations, you’re allowed to move back in to your old room –” he started. You stopped abruptly in the corridor. He turned to look at you, worry showing on his face.  

“Do you want me to?” you asked. Steve didn’t say anything, just looked at you like you were made of glass and if he said anything or moved you might shatter. “Do you want me to move back into my old room? Because if you do, I will”

“Well, that was actually going to be my next thing, I have something to show you” he held at his hand, and you took it, unsure of what he was going to show you.

When you rounded the corner to his room, you saw all the boxes in the hallway, your heart sunk to your feet. Steve dropped your hand and jammed his key in the lock, and threw open his door.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he started, lightly tugging you forward.

When you got to his door way, you saw that all your stuff was in his room, your throw pillows were on his bed and some on the window sill you loved sitting on and reading, all your potted plants were strewn across the room on shelves and tables and in the bathroom, your clothes were all hanging in the closet, shoes on the floor, there was a rug as well, all of your paintings and a few photos of the two of you littered the walls.

“It’s probably not as nice as you could’ve done, but –” he started to say, you grabbed his face and kissed him. “I don’t want you to go back to your old room, if you want to, I will help you pack, it’s just when you were in the hospital and Nat had forced me back here to shower and sleep, well I couldn’t sleep so I went and got your things, and I tried to make my room, our room, so that when you got better –”

“I love it Steve!” you said hugging him, “I love you.”

“I love you too Y/N” he kissed the top of your head, “and now we won’t miss out on any more time with each other.”

***

The weeks went by in a flash, and they started to blend together. You’d been cleared for light training and light duties, your stitches were due to come out in the next few days and you’d got to sleep with Steve every night, to snuggle into his chest and wake up each morning in his arms. Life was good.

Except, you’d noticed that Bucky was never around, he was always on missions, and when he was at the tower, he wasn’t hanging out with the rest of you. And Steve wouldn’t talk about it.

Steve was called to see Tony, and so you went to the gym to do some light sparring. When you got to the door, you saw Bucky doing weights. You threw your towel and water bottle on the floor, alerting him to your presence, and his head whipped around and he smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N!” he dropped the weights and came over to you; you wrapped him in a big hug.

“Hiya Buck”

“How are you?” he said, stepping away from you.

“I’m good” you lightly patted your stomach, “get the stitches out in a few days, and I’ve been cleared for light training and duties,”

“That’s really good, I’m glad you’re okay” he said, turning back to his weights, you followed him.

“How about you?” you asked.

“Huh?”

“How are you Bucky? I never see you anymore and when I do, you’re head down, oblivious to the world, and you’re back to skulking” you said, lightly punching his shoulder.

“It’s nothing” he said, picking up the weights.

“Liar,” you rolled your eyes. “Seriously Bucky, what is it?”

“Seriously, Y/N, it’s nothing” he snapped. You held up your hands defensively. He sighed.

“Fine, let’s make a bet shall we?” you smirked.

“Nope, you’ll get hurt, again” He said.

“No I won’t, besides it’ll be something low stress, no sparring” you said, ignoring his protests.

“I’m not betting with you, Y/N”

“Yes you are, okay, so, let’s do push ups? Whoever does the most in the time it takes for a song to finish, is the winner” you started.

“I’m not betting with you” Bucky said, there was a playful gleam in his eye though.

“If I win, you tell me what’s bugging you, and if you win, I won’t ask any more questions, PLUS I’ll cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week!” you winked at him. “FRIDAY, prepare Smoke and Fire by Beasts with No Name, please”

“Ready to go Y/N” FRIDAY announced. And with that, you hit the mat and got into the push up position. Bucky grunted, and within a minute he was beside you, smirking.

“You’re going to lose Y/N”

“Oh it’s on Barnes, play it FRIDAY”

The music started blaring and you and Bucky started doing your push ups. It wasn’t long until you were sweating; grunting and your arms were getting wobbly. Neither of you had heard Steve enter the room. You glanced at Bucky, he was barely breaking a sweat, and he was doing at least two push ups to every one of yours. You were going to lose again. Then the music cut out abruptly. You collapsed and Bucky stood bolt upright. Steve was standing in the middle of the room, glaring at him.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he glowered.

“Steve?” you asked, unsure of why he was so angry. You stood up and stepped towards him, he side stepped.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME BARNES?” Steve was yelling now.

“Steve, I –” Bucky started, before Steve lunged at him and started throwing wild punches.

“I asked you to keep an eye on her!” he yelled, before throwing another punch, “and then she got hurt, because of you!” he threw another punch, Bucky wasn’t even trying to fight back, “and now you’re betting with her, pushing her too hard!”

“STEVE!” you screamed, but it was no use, he was like a wild dog.

“It should’ve been you in that hospital bed!” Steve screamed. Bucky’s face was bloody.

“STEVEN ROGERS!” you barked, and when that still didn’t work, you ran over to the wall where the fire extinguisher was, you snatched it down, popped the pin and sprayed it all over the two men on the floor. They stopped rolling around and Steve looked up at you. You were livid.

Bucky stood up as well, his face was a mess, and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. Steve stormed out past you, you turned to watch him leave, and then you turned back to Bucky.

“Bucky, he didn’t –”

“Yeah he did Y/N,”

“It’s not your fault” you went to touch his face but he pulled away.

“It is my fault, I should’ve –”

“Should’ve what? Barricaded me in the room, so I couldn’t get out? Hand cuffed me to a chair? What Bucky? What should you have done?”

“I shouldn’t have let you get hurt, it should’ve been me!” he screamed before storming off in the opposite direction to Steve. You were left standing in the middle of the gym, with a fire extinguisher in one hand, feeling as if you’d been slapped across the face.

***

When you got back to your room you saw Steve sitting on the end of the bed, his knuckles bruised, swollen and bloody. You slammed the door behind you.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” you barked, he whipped his head up to look at you.

“Y/N, I –”

“No Rogers, I speak, you listen.” You walked closer to him. “What happened, it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He told me to stay in the computer lab until he got back, he told me to wait behind for him, because he knew that if anything happened you would lose your shit, and I ignored him, okay? I didn’t listen, as soon as the computer was finished downloading, I ran to find him; and I am glad I did, because he was going to get himself killed, even the Winter Soldier couldn’t take on the amount of men Bucky was trying to take on, to protect me –” Steve sighed, looking up at you, heartbreak written all over his face, “Bucky was going to die, so I stepped in to help him, because that’s what Avengers do, we protect each other, and baby, I love you, but I was an Avenger before you and I became you and I, so I am not going to sit on the sidelines for the rest of my life now, because I am with you –”

“Baby, I don’t –” he grabbed your hands and pulled you closer. You held up your hand.

“Not done; that guy was stalking Bucky, that knife, was intended for Bucky, your best friend, I was the one who stepped up to take him on, I was the one who decided I needed to save Bucky, I was the one who got myself hurt, and when that guy stabbed me, he even told me he was going for Bucky, but I would do in his place, okay. And then Bucky killed him and stayed by my side until you arrived, and when you were not at the hospital with me, Bucky was, he is your friend Steve, and he loves you and as a result he cares about me, because you do; but Steve, I am a grown ass woman, and I make my own decisions, and you cannot blame Bucky for that, he did everything in his power to protect me, so you are going to get up, clean yourself up, and apologize to him or so help me God.” You took his face in your hands and made sure he was looking right at you.

“I was just so worried about you, and when Bucky wasn’t hurt, even after I told him to watch out for you, I was so mad, so afraid; and then seeing the two of you just now egging each other on, when you’re still not 100%, I was furious, what if you got hurt again?!” he gripped onto your hips, burying his face in your belly.

“Again, I’m a grown ass woman, who makes her own decisions and doesn’t need to be wrapped in cotton and bubble wrap” you ruffled his hair.

“I know and I’m sorry, I just don’t want to lose you” he muffled against your stomach.

“It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me Rogers. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll go find Bucky.”

***

You helped Steve clean up his knuckles, and then the two of you went to find Bucky. He wasn’t hard to locate, he was in Bruce’s lab getting cleaned up. Steve had made a mess of him. Bruce finished his work and then left the three of you to talk. @vivianbabz, @bunnymother93, @mannatgalhotra, @jonsnowisnotdeadthough, @coffeekeyboardsss, @labyrinth-of-thoughts, @polarbearnamedpanda, @i-see-a-tiny-light, @irepeldirt, @phoenix21love @magellan-88 @swtwtrgin @commissioner23 @debzybrazy 

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Agents of Shield fic- learning to be

Welp. Happy hiatus folks. 

Show of hands, who else is losing their mind?

Title: learning to be

Summary: She doesn’t know how to fix problems she doesn’t remember causing. (PG-13ish.)

Post-framework arc. My guess is as good as yours. 

Check it out on AO3.

i.

She leaves the lab and all she can think about is getting to a shower. A real shower, not the antiseptic wipe downs of quarantine.

She smells like blood and dirt and adhesive and the distinct scent of melting circuits and skin. (She reminds herself it wasn’t real skin.)

It needs to be gone.

She’s not surprised that Coulson is half a step behind her, and she’s not surprised at the words coming out of his mouth.

“—you haven’t been cleared. You should be back there resting.”

“I’ve done nothing but rest for the past 5 weeks. I’m fine.” She just needs to clean up. She sees the door to her bunk up ahead.

“We aren’t aware yet of the potential side effects of long term exposure to the Framework-“

“Yeah. Simmons made that crystal clear. Multiple times. If I’m going to go crazy, I’d like to do it on my own terms.” She punches in the code to the door and wipes the residual smudges away in disgust.

He’s still in step behind her as she gathers a fresh set of clothes. She thinks she may burn the ones she has on.

She’s managed to tune him out—mostly. The shower is in front of her and she whips around to face him. The aroma of grease in her hair is overpowering. “How long do you plan on following me?”

The flush creeps up his neck as he takes in his surroundings. He rubs a hand through his hair and stumbles his words. “I’m sorry. You’re an adult. I just—it’s been—“

She doesn’t have the energy to decipher him. Not right now. “You can stay. I don’t care. Hand me that towel and turn around.”

He obliges and thank god she’s under the spray of the water moments later and it’s the best damn thing she’s ever felt in her life. She lets the steam and water and soap engulf her and she starts to feel human.

She watches his hazy form through the shower door, slumping to the ground with a sigh. Guilt creeps in. “I promised Simmons I would have everyone keep an eye on me. Report out with any changes in behavior or personality.”

The water ricocheting off the walls make his voice sound even more muffled than she’s sure it is. “You were gone while you were still here. And I couldn’t figure it out. And then I did, and then we were both gone. It’s hard to sort what’s reality right now.”

She opens the door far enough to stick her head out. The clean air assaults her.

“Phil.” He tugs at his tie. “I’m real. You’re real. We’re real.”

He cranes his neck up at her. “Okay.”

ii.

The snap of tape on leather is comforting.

Jab. Jab. Cut.

She breathes heavily, focusing on the sound of the blood rushing through her ears. It reminds her that it’s been too long since her muscles have had this much use.

Kick. Punch. Duck.

She hears footsteps enter the room, and the cadence tells her exactly who it is. He hops up on the exercise hutch with a thud.

Jab. Punch.

“Fitz needs your data on what your Framework experience was.”

“I told him I don’t have any recollection of it.” The bag stills and she rolls her head in a slow circle. The pops of her vertebrae are welcoming.

She doesn’t want to talk about this.

“You’re the only one who can’t remember what happened in there. Something isn’t adding up.”

“There’s nothing to add up. I got kidnapped. The original rescue mission failed. The secondary one didn’t.”

She won’t tell him about the conversations that won’t get out of her head—her voice saying things she doesn’t remember. Saying things she would never say. The voices of the rest of the team- sounding like them but clearly not being them.

“May. We all had a traumatic experience in there. You can talk about it. You need to talk about it.”

She finally turns to face him. “I had a shrink once. Didn’t end well. Don’t need another.” The anger lacing her words is misguided but she can’t let it go.

His eyes widen and when he speaks, she hears the measured clip of his sentences and she knows she’s hit a nerve. “If you think I’m suggesting this as a coworker or as part of some goddamn Shield protocol, then-“

“-then what, Coulson?”

The slam of the door is the only response.

iii.

2 am is well beyond the point of protocol, so she lets herself into his room without hesitation.

He’s awake (she knew he would be), and if he’s surprised to see her, he doesn’t let it show.

Instead he feigns indignation. “What if I was indecent?”

“You weren’t.”

“I could have been!”

“Alright.” She slides out of her slippers and shuffles onto the bed.

She’s struck by how old he looks. Hair greying at his temple, worry lines etched across his face- although she’s sure she doesn’t look any better.

“I can’t sleep,” she says plainly.

“I know the feeling.”

He asks if it’s nightmares, and she shakes her head no immediately. Because it’s not. She’s dealt with those long enough to know how to get through them- and it’s been decades since she’s needed to reach for him in the darkest corner of the night.

“I have these pictures in my head- things I’ve done, places I’ve been, but I know they’re not real. It’s like watching a movie that you don’t remember filming.”

He nods and stretches his arms above his head. She focuses on how his shirt sneaks across his midsection. “It’s the LMD link. Radcliffe made sure that there was always a neural connection between the LMD and it’s-” he thinks before the next words- “carbon copy. So even though you didn’t live those events, they’re in your memories.”

“That’s real fucked up,” she says with a sigh. “Even for us.”

“Tell me.” It’s a quiet plea—not the demand of earlier in the week.

She props herself up against the headboard and focuses on the world she only knows from her thoughts. “A lot of you and me. Mostly good. Talking. We never talk.”

He nods, confirming her description. She thinks he looks wistful. She’s not sure.

She closes her eyes as the film in her mind leads to it’s climax—the one that’s been keeping her up. “I think I pulled a gun on you.”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus, Phil.”

He lays his glasses on the nightstand and starts rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know if it helps, but I think I did the same to you.”

She’s seen pieces of that as well- Blood. A promise of no pain. Lies. Love. Sacrifice. An explosion. Choice.

A faint shudder runs through his body and she knows he’s seeing it too.

“What the hell did we do to each other?”

She doesn’t have an answer. She doesn’t know how to fix problems she doesn’t remember causing.

His answer is to lift the corner of his comforter and offer it to her. “Stay?”

She doesn’t need to. But she also can’t think of a reason not to want to. She slides down and he forces off the lights.

Once her eyes adjust she watches the rise and fall of his chest until hers follows suit.

iv.

The microwave dings and she knows her father would disapprove. (Melinda. Good Asian food comes from the heart. Not square white boxes.) But it’s been a long day and the Kung Pao Chicken in the fridge looked too good to pass up.

The first bite of rice barely passes her lips when the couch sags next to her.

“Hey.” Coulson is holding a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“Wednesday night drinking? I think I approve.”

He shrugs and places everything down on the table. “You never had that drink. Sorry it’s not the Haig,” he winces. “Robots.”

She reads the label on the bottle and gives him a look. It may not be Haig, but it’s still top shelf.

“Mace never changed the combination to the storage locker in his office,” He explains, shrugging. “Besides. He owes me. He just doesn’t realize it.”

“Well now I definitely approve.”

He eyes the take out box. “Golden Dragon?”

She nods, so he grabs her fork and spears himself a peapod.

“Hey, that’s mine!”

“Actually I think it’s Mack’s.”

She grabs the fork out of his mouth. “I could kick his ass if needed to.”

They trade bites until the box is empty. She reaches for the liquor on the table.

The bottle is opened and drinks are poured and she asks what they are drinking to. This is his idea, after all.

His answer is thoughtful. “Humanity. Reality. Moving forward.”

Glasses clink and she takes a sip. She tastes smoke and spice and warmth.

A contented silence sits between them as they both finish their drinks.

“Do you think it’s true? That even though the LMD’s were machines, they were acting on our intrinsic wants and needs?”

“The science makes sense,” He offers. “But I studied history, so..”

He’s studying his empty glass and she realizes that the space between them has disappeared.

So she makes a choice.

He tastes like soy sauce and toothpaste and home.

v.

Her world is on fire.

They’re in an air handler room of all places, because whatever has finally clicked between them has turned them into fucking teenagers who can’t make it to privacy. She doesn’t think he minds. She certainly doesn’t.

His mouth is hot against her collarbone and she feels her keys jabbing into the small of her back from being pinned against some pipes and she momentarily wonders if these pipes are important, what they control on the base and then his hand moves lower and she doesn’t wonder anymore.

“Jesus,” he hisses, as her hands skim under his shirt. She scratches his hair and circles his navel and closes her eyes in brief reverence as her fingers dance over the puckered skin of his scar.

He moves closer (she’s really not sure how that’s possible) and she feels how hard he is and he isn’t hiding it and so she positions her thigh between his and rubs just enough to create some friction.

“Old man,” he manages to grunt. “Need a soft landing spot.”

She moves away and immediately misses the connection.

A quick sweep of the hallway and she pulls him behind her, darting through the corridor. Her room is closer.

The door whooshes open.

They stumble towards the bed and she welcomes his skin.

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