#nopes out of there. his brain will not compute. good luck getting anything done

[notemaker]

Headcanon that Donnie's genius's capabilities extend to anything he finds fun and nothing else.

#It's the autism your honor #we all know the struggle #donnie: where's the spice?? THEpizzaz??? #Donnie is a bit like Sherlock from the 2010's series in the sense that he may be great at many things but the moment anything becomes #trvial and vane he just #nopes out of there. his brain will not compute. good luck getting anything done #donnie #donatello #leonardo #leo #leo rottmnt #donnie rottmnt #donatello rottmnt #leonardo rottmnt #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles art #my art #art post #comic #comic strips #doodles #sketches #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles

[crobby]

mistakes were made

word count: 1285

pairing: peter parker/johnny storm

summary: spidey makes an onlyfans account. it doesn’t go well for him.

for the spideytorch gc bwahaha

___

Peter’s not a charity case, he’s just… making a financial choice that may involve getting practically free money from strangers.

Things are a bit tight right now, is all. JJJ is paying him even less than usual, rent got bumped up, and he needs to pay for a repair on the spidey suit after an especially gnarly battle.

So, yeah, he could use some extra cash, which is why he’s up at ten-at-night slouched over his computer and creating an OnlyFans account.

It’s a perfectly respectable thing to do in his situation. He’s not going to be posting spider-porn or anything like that. He doesn’t know what he’ll post, actually. People would probably pay to see Spider-Man do anything, even just read a book. Oh! He could do little biology lessons. That’s a great idea because he’s literally a biology teacher. Big brain boy.

After putting the final touches on his account, he gets set up to start filming. He’s not going to splurge on fancy equimptment, so his phone camera and a lamp are going to have to do.

He feels weird talking to an inanimate object as if it was a real person but he makes it work. Adding in his usual brand of bad jokes to help ease the awkwardness of it all, he goes over a (not-so) simple biology concept and posts it. An hour later, he checks his phone to see hundreds of notifications. That was quick, he thinks.

Peter gets on a posting schedule, releasing a few videos each week. He quickly amasses hundreds of thousands of followers after Tweeting about it on his Spider-Man account. It’s not verified, but people generally accept that it’s actually him.

He was right about the whole ‘I can post about literally anything and people will eat it up’ thing. He doubts anyone actually cares about biology; they just want to see his face--well, Spider-Man’s face.

Peter’s never been more liquid in his life; he’s got cash flowing out the wazoo. It’s nice, which is why something has to go wrong. The infamous Parker Luck never lets him catch a break.

The day in question starts out fine; he catches his train, doesn’t get mugged, and there’s no villainry for him to stop.

It’s when he walks into the school that things begin to take a turn for the worse. His students are whispering, which is normally fine because they’re asshole kids but today they seem like they’re all whispering about the same thing: him. On top of that, several students whoop and whistle at him in the halls.

Something’s up.

He makes his way into his classroom, trying his best to avoid anyone and everyone. After a bit, the students start filing in.

A boy shouts, “Get it Mr. Parker!”

Peter’s head shoots up from where it was bent over various papers. “Excuse me?”

“We saw what your husband tweeted,” a girl pipes up, blushing.

“I--what?” Peter scrambles to find his phone in his messy bag.

The girl places a hand over her mouth. “You didn’t know?”

“No, I didn’t know,” Peter snaps. Oops, he really shouldn’t snap at his students. He finally finds his phone and opens up Twitter to see an alarming amount of missed notifications. Yikes. Going directly to Johnny’s Tweet, he nearly bursts a blood vessel.

Johnny Storm

@thehumantorch

Yeah, me, my husband, and Spider-Man had a threesome. What about it?

Why on Earth did he post that?!

“Give me a second,” he tells his students, angrily dialing Johnny’s number and stepping out into the hall.

It rings once before Johnny answers, “Hey babe.”

“Hey? That’s all you have to say? Hey?”

“Oh. You saw the Tweet.”

“Yeah I saw the Tweet! What the fuck, Johnny?”

“Hear me out! It was necessary! Okay so basically I accidentally walked into the background of one of your videos in my underwear and everyone thought that I cheated on you with Spider-Man and people were getting really mad about it so I had to do some damage control!”

“Your idea of ‘damage control’ was to tell the entire world that we had a threesome?!”

A startled student looks up at him from the water fountain. Sorry, he mouths to her, pointing at his phone.

“It was the best I could come up with! People believed it and nobody thinks you’re Spider-Man! I think I did alright!”

“I have an entire class of teenagers making fun of me right now! Nothing about this is alright!”

Johnny pauses. “I, ah, didn’t think about that.”

Peter pinches the bridge of his nose. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“I don’t think we can do anything, hon. People will stop talking about it eventually.”

Sighing, Peter resigns himself to his fate. “Yeah, okay. You’re right. Sorry I got so mad.”

“Lol it’s okay, sorry for making some teenagers make fun of you.”

“Did you just… say ‘lol’ out loud?”

“Yes.”

“I--okay. I’ve got to go. Bye, love you.”

“Love you too!”

Peter hangs up, pocketing his phone and heading back into the classroom. “Sorry about that, I had to… talk to someone. Let’s do some biology, yeah?”

Getting into the lesson, he can almost forget the shitshow on the internet. Almost.

A boy raises his hand.

“Go ahead,” Peter says.

“Is it true?”

Peter plays dumb. “What, that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell? Yeah, that’s true.”

“No, the thing about Spider-Man.”

Peter sighs. They’re all looking at him expectantly and he can’t really deny it at this point without raising a whole horde of other questions.

“Yep,” he lies, “It’s true. No more questions about it, though.”

The statement is met with a chorus of disappointed groans.

“Come on, biology is better than gossip,” he tries.

“No, it’s not.”

“Regardless, we’re not talking about this anymore. Get your textbooks out and turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four.”

___

Peter was graced with three lovely, peaceful weeks before shit hits the fan. Again.

He’s teaching, just like last time--why do bad things always happen when he’s teaching?--and he’s just told a hilarious joke when he notices a student acting weirdly.

It’s not the ‘I have a vape pen hidden in my sleeve and I really hope you don’t notice’ type of weird. Peter’s not sure what type of weird this is, just that he doesn’t like it.

He tries to ignore it--he really does--but the kid’s barely hiding the fact that he’s doing something, which is gathering the attention of a handful of other kids.

He peeks over the boy’s shoulder as he hands out worksheets to find him watching one of his OnlyFans videos. That’s not good.

“Care to tell me why you’re on your phone in the middle of class?”

The kid jumps. “Sorry, Mr. Parker! I wasn’t doing anything--just, uh…”

“Watching Spider-Man’s OnlyFans videos?”

“...Yeah. Do you steal his jokes?”

Peter frowns. “What?”

“It’s just--a minute ago, you said the same joke he did in this video.” The boy turns up the volume and rewinds the video to the point where Spider-Man does, in fact, say the exact same joke Peter said not even five minutes ago.

“Why does his voice sound like yours?” a girl asks innocently, not knowing that she just ruined Peter’s whole life.

“It, uh... doesn’t?” he stammers.

“No, it definitely does,” a boy says, “Wait! Oh my gosh, you didn’t have a threesome with your husband and Spider-Man, you are Spider-Man!”

The students break out into a roar of chatter, all asking questions and sharing their own theories.

“Nope,” Peter decides, walking out of the classroom--nay, out of the country. This is it. He’s done for.

He never should’ve made that OnlyFans account.

#my fic #peter parker #johnny storm #spideytorch #spider man fanfiction #fanfic #marvel #marvel comics #spider man #spider-man #spiderman #human torch #peter's a teacher in this one #and he and johnny are married #my writing #mine

[loveistherootofhappiness]

A little late, but still good (As you can see, turning in assignments on time just isn’t my thing 🤦🏾‍♀️)

Ship: Madney Rating: T Word Count: 1923

Summary: This was purely a coincidence. Just because a handsome stranger just so happened to be sitting next to her, wearing her so-called lucky colors, it didn’t mean anything.

Day 6: “Do you believe in love at first sight?” + meet cute

Can also be read here

Maddie heaved heavily, struggling to catch her breath. Her lungs protested the full on sprint she’d just done to make sure she didn’t miss the bus. The bus driver, uncaring of her plight, looked between her and the meter, silently willing her to pay her fare so he could move on to the next spot. She took a couple of calming deep breaths, grabbed the change, from her bag, and turned to find her a seat.

She found one of the last seats available on the already crowded bus. Such was the bane of L.A. public transit. Sitting her bag next to her, she put in her earbuds to listened to one of her favorite podcasts as she waited to arrive for her hospital shift.

She’d gotten lost in the story she’d been listening to when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Slightly started, she quickly removed one of her earbuds and looked up, locking eyes with the handsome stranger in front of her. She felt, what could only be described, as an electric current flow through her as she held his gaze. She could have sworn she spotted a flash of something in his eyes before he broke their contact.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I was just wondering if the seat next to you was taken?”

Maddie found herself instantly charmed by the kindness in his voice and the lopsided grin he’d sported. She took in the rest of him. The light of the morning sun highlighted his bronzed skin and dark brown eyes. His salt and pepper beard gave him a distinguished look. He was beautiful.

But the most noticeable thing about him was his bomber jacket. It looked as if an abstract painting had been taken and plastered on to the material, with all the differing colors splattered all over it. It definitely reminded her of something straight out of the 90s.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes then,” his voice broke through her train of thought. Confused for a second, she quickly realized she’d gotten so lost in her thoughts that she failed to answer his question. She must look insane.

“Oh, no,” she moved her bag out of the way. “It’s all yours,” feeling the blush forming on her cheeks, she chuckled nervously as he sat down, “sorry about that, I think I got distracted by your jacket.” Not a total lie.

He snorted, admiring the sleeves. “Wish I could take credit for it. It’s my brother’s. Couldn’t find mine, so I stole his.”

“Your brother has unique taste, it’s nice.” She returned his grin with a shy smile, finding herself instantly charmed. As she looked, she was able to take in the colors a little more, it definitely had al the basic colors accounted for, but the colors she saw the most of were green, purple, and orange.

Your lucky colors for today are orange, purple, and green. Her roommate, Josh’s, voice floated into my mind as she remembered what he’d said that morning. Josh been reading the L.A. Times and insisted on reading their horoscopes, which included a part about lucky colors.

Maddie shelved that thought process immediately. Nope. She wasn’t going down that road. This was purely a coincidence. Just because a handsome stranger just so happened to be sitting next to her, wearing her so-called lucky colors, it didn’t mean anything.

When she heard the familiar ding, she saw that her stop had been reached. Gathering her things, he gave her a wave before she exited the bus and walked the short distance to the hospital entrance. She pushed thoughts of horoscopes, colors, and handsome strangers away to prepare for whatever insanity this city provided the ER today.

Easier said than done.

Maddie flopped down in her chair, completely exhausted as her shift was nearing it’s end. It seemed that pushing those thoughts out of her mind just wasn’t what her brain wanted to do. It wasn’t to the point of distraction, but she’d caught herself thinking about a certain handsome stranger multiple times. His eyes, his voice, his smile. It had been a long time since he felt that connection with someone. It was crazy, she’d barely spoken two sentences to the guy, but there was something there she couldn’t describe.

And she didn’t even get his name. Some luck, huh.

Maddie sighed, as she used her badge to unlock the computer. Checking the incoming patients chart, she saw that a patient had been placed in one of her assigned rooms. She signed up for him and read through his chart. Possible broken wrist. Sounded simple enough.

Grabbing the appropriate tablet, she headed to his room. She did the obligatory knock before entering. “Okay, Mr. Han, I” she was stopped short by the sight of him. Sitting on the bed, holding a bag of melted ice to his wrist, with a bruised cheek, was the guy from the bus this morning.

“Well, hi.” He said as he smiled at her.

“Hi.” She stepped further into the room and closed the door, doing a quick survey of him to catalogue all his visible injuries. “It looks like you’ve had an eventful day, Mr. Han.”

“Please, call me Chimney,” she mustn’t’ve kept her face as straight as she thought, as he followed up with, “long story.”

Part of her wanted to wanted probe further so she could hear it, but knew this wasn’t the time or place. “Maddie.” She introduced. “Okay, Chimney, mind telling me how your face and wrist ended like this in,” she made a show of looking at her watch, “12 hours?”

“It looks worse than it feels,” he flinched as he tried to flex his injured wrist. She started checking his vitals as he explained, “I was trying to break up a bar fight. Drunk guy wanting to take his anger out on other people. He got my cheek as I got between him and another guy. He popped my wrist as I was tossing him out.”

She grabbed his wrist from him, gently examining it. Black, blue, swollen, and out of place in several places. “I admire the heroism.”

“Wouldn’t really call it heroism, it’s kinda my job,” he looked from his wrist to her eyes, “I’m a bouncer... slash D.J. slash manager.”

“That sounds... busy,” she laughed as she gently let go of his wrist.

“It can be, but it’s a living.”

In that moment, the doctor walked in the room. She left the room, giving them some privacy to talk. Sitting down at the computer she was still in a state of disbelief. She didn’t know if it would be wise to call this luck, given the state he was in and she still had no idea where she stood in her belief in it, but she didn’t think she could call this a coincidence anymore.

Maddie gathered the things she would need to wrap his wrist and bandage his cheek. As soon as the doctor came out, the x-rays came back and confirmed what she already knew: his wrist was dislocated. She waited  for the doctor to put in the orders and do the obligatory explanations with Chimney before heading back to the room.

“Chimney, let’s get that wrist wrapped and get you out of here.”

She slid the stool in front him, gave him an initial dose of pain medicine, and went to work on getting him patched up. There was a comfortable silence between them as she bandaged his bruised cheek.

“You know of all the ways I thought about seeing you again, gotta say, this wasn’t on the list,” he told her as she moved on to his wrist.

She actions faltered a bit, but she quickly recovered and fell back into her rhythm. Looking up into those kind, brown eyes, she saw the sincerity there. “You thought about seeing me again?”

He smiled shyly, “well, I’d hoped,” she was well aware that her cheeks were a fresh shade of crimson, “now I’m trying to figure out the ethics of asking your nurse for her phone number.”

Maddie knew she had the biggest grin on her face. Ignoring her heartbeat, she slid on the brace and wrapped the sling around his neck and wrist. Reaching for the discharge paperwork she’d brought with her, she held out the clipboard and a pen. “Sign here please.” She kept the smile on her face as he looked between her and the pen, grabbing and signing his name as best he could.

“Listen, if I overstepped-”

“You didn’t,” writing on the paperwork before she handed him his part of it, “and it looks like I’m officially not your nurse anymore.”

He caught on quickly as she pointed to her name and personal number at the bottom. Taking out his cellphone right then, he sent her a text message. She raised an eyebrow at him. “Just making sure you know it’s me.” She chuckled and saved his number.

They pocketed their phones, he grabbed his things, which included the jacket, and they both walked out of the room. “Well, Mr. Han, it has been a pleasure, you know besides the reason that you’re actually here.”

“Gotta say, the pleasure has been all mine.”

“Stay out of trouble,” she told him as he turned and walked towards the exit.

“No promises,” he threw over his shoulder before walking out the door.

Making her way back to the nurse’s station, she put his paperwork on the rack to be filed, made sure all her charts were completed, and logged out for the day. When she walked into the nurse’s lounge she found two of her coworkers having a conversation as she walked in.

“Ask Maddie and see what she thinks.” Jasmine said.

“Ask Maddie what?” She asked as she got her things from her locker.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

The question gave her pause and she turned to face the two women. “Um, I don’t know.” A certain charming man came to mind as she thought about it, throwing her completely off guard. She was certainly charmed by him, definitely infatuated and instantly attracted, but love. That was a stretch, right? Though, she had to admit, she’d never felt that strong a connection with someone before. “Maybe. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not a possibility.”

“See, Maddie agrees with me.”

“I just don’t think it can happen,” Malika chimed in, “there definitely attraction at first sight, infatuation at first sight, most definitely lust at first sight, but love? Absolutely not, how the heck can you love someone you don’t know?” She did have a point.

“You’re just a cynic.”

“Just another way of saying realist, Jas.”

Leaving the two women to their conversation, as all the implications were starting to give her a headache, she said her goodbyes and left. As she walked across the parking garage, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled out her phone and read the text on the screen.

Chimney Han I just realized, you probably know my entire medical history and I know nothing about you. How about we change that over dinner?

Maddie found herself staring at the message. All the implications and possibilities of whatever this thing was between them aside, she knew she liked him, at the very least. She felt excited at the thought of exploring the connection and see where it led.

She typed a quick, “I’d love to,” in response. ---

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#madneyweek2021 #madney #chimney x maddie #maddie buckley #howie chimney han #911 fanfic #fanfic writing hell

[ladybell9095]

My classes are finally over and finals are done with. My geebs haven’t posted in forever, SO here is a Christmas War/FemReader. It ain't the best. I honestly thought i could do better, but as soon as classes ended the holidays dominated my life and also car problems, but I digress. Please enjoy. 

December 15th

While walking into the living room War hears you frustratingly sigh. “I thought your studies were over.” War looked over to you, annoyed that you were on your computer yet again.

Your eyes were glued to the screen as usually even though your classes were over. “You are correct.”

“Then why are you still on that square contraption?”

You finally took a break from the screen and rubbed your eyes. “Because I must find gifts for everyone.”

War looked down confused at your random spark of generosity. “Gifts?”

You looked to him with a gleam in your eye. “For Christmas. It’s just around the corner and I need to make sure I get gifts for everyone.”

Everything became clear once he heard the word Christmas. Truth be told War still wasn’t used to the concept of giving gifts to loved ones on “Christmas”. Your first Christmas together he didn’t care for the tradition and told you to focus on others. You listened at first, but you got him a present anyway. It has been well hidden, waiting to be accepted. This year though you would give him his gift and two more on top of that.

“Who are you giving gifts to?”, War asked knowing full well who was on your shopping list.

“Well there’s my family, your siblings, my friends, and there’s you.”

“You’re getting me a gift? What for?”

“Because it’s Christmas. Everyone deserves something on Christmas.”

War knew that this holiday meant much to you. He couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness towards him. “Can I ask what you plan to give me?”

“You can, but I’m not going to tell you. You’ll find out on Christmas.” You then return to your search for the ever-eluding perfect gifts. “Oh. I have a favor to ask. After I figure out what to get your brothers and sister can you deliver their presents for me just in case I don’t see them?”

“I will make sure that they are delivered.”

“Thank you. I hope they like what I get them.”

“It is not the gift that matters, but the thought.”

There was a slight smugness to your words. “I wonder who you learned that from?”

“I wonder indeed.” You feel some added weight on your head. “Will you be coming to bed?”

You looked to the time on your computer. “Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”

“If you’re not, I will come grab you myself.” And grabbed you he did after you went a minute over the given time.

December 22nd

You’ve just about gotten everyone’s gift. Everyone’s except Wars. About a week has been spent to prioritize the others and getting their gifts. Now it was time to find the perfect gift for War. This year he would get three. One being the gift you secretly got him even after he told you not to. The second you were currently searching for. The third one was something that you never saw yourself doing in a million years but decided to do it because War would absolutely love. At least you hope he does.

Since you were looking for Wars gift you made sure to keep your distance from the big guy. You didn’t want to, but at the same time you wanted the gift to be a surprise. Something had to give and only had to do so for a short while. When you brain went dead from all the possibilities of what to get you turned to his siblings for help.

Fury recommended something to help him in battle. War was a fighter, but what to get him where you didn’t have to travel to a different realm for. After the conversation deepened you found out that Fury was talking about gifts she would like to receive instead of thinking of her brother.

“I need some ideas on what to get for War as a gift and I thought you could help with that.”

“You underestimate how close all of us actually are.”

“So you can’t help?”

“I shall try my best, but I make no promises.” Fury began putting her mind to work. “Since War is the biggest out of all of us, he’ll need a bigger weapon.”

“Even bigger than the sword that he already has?” You honestly thought if it was even possible for War to wield anything bigger than that terrifying sword.

“Bigger. I know, get him a hammer. No. An axe.” A sinister laugh came from Fury. “Get both, so then I can do twice the killing.” You spent an hour with her listening to various methods to kill demons and with what weapon that would suit that method. Seeing how Fury was going to be no help you went on to the next sibling.

No matter how scary this man appeared you would talk to him by yourself for the sake of the perfect present for his little brother. Talking to Death wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. He gave some good ideas. Ideas that you could actually get your hands on.

“Your coming to me? To figure out a gift for War?”

“Yes.”, you answered quickly while at the same time rethinking your decision to seek advice from the Grim Reaper. “I tried Fury, but she gave me her Christmas list instead.”

“Fury was a poor choice. You should know that I’m not a great one either.”

“Oh…I see.” Your disappointment was clear as day. You knew it wasn’t the end of the world. You just thought that maybe it was possible that he would know something about War you didn’t.

Death sighed. “I am not a great choice…but I am better than Fury. You may want to write this down.” You made sure to write down everything he suggested and thanked him for it.

As an added measure you went to Strife. Out of all the siblings Strife knew War pretty well and Fury, but not Death. Those two are never on the best of terms. Anytime they occupied the same room there was always some sort of arguing amongst them. While explaining the gifts you already had gotten for War, Strife cut you off midway.

“Woah. Woah. Woah.  Hold up. You’re actually going to—”

Now was your turn to cut him midway. “Don’t say it please. It’ll just sound weird leaving your mouth.”

“That hurts. It really does.” Strife lifted his hand in the air to your glare. “Alright I’ll stop talking about it. Anyways, so you went to Fury and she was no help at all.”

“Nope.”

“You went to Death and surprisingly he gave good advice.”

“He pointed me in the right direction.”

“Then why come to me? Sounds like everything is figured out.”

“You’d think so, but I’m at a complete loss.”

“You know all he needs is you right, but I guess you already have that planned out huh?”

Your face went flush. “I-I…I’m leaving.”

“Good luck. I’m sure War will love it!”, Strife shouted from behind.

December 23rd

Everything was finally finished. No more shopping. The Christmas party that War and his siblings decided to throw for you was planned out. There wasn’t much you could say about the party. All the horsemen told you that it was going to happen. It was such a relief to not have to worry about getting anymore gifts. It was also great that you and War could spend the holidays uninterrupted.

You plopped on the couch absolutely exhausted. “Damn the holidays. I love them, but my god are they exhausting.”

War took the seat next to you. “You’ve acquired everything you were looking for?”

“Yes. Its all over. Well almost. I still need to wrap them, but that can wait till tomorrow.” You rubbed at your temples to relieve the headache you felt coming on just by thinking about doing more work.

“Do you always expend this much energy for Christmas?”

“Of course I do. I have to even more so now that I have you.”

“If that is true your lacking in it right now.”

“You’ll see more of it on Christmas.” You drop a subtle hint which War immediately picked up on.

“What do you mean by that?”

Leaning into War, you hid your dead giveaway of a smile. “Oh nothing.” War wasn’t sure what you were up to, but those thoughts were abandoned once you were in his arms.

“Do you have any more plans for today?”

“No. Not that I’m aware of. Why?”

“It has been a while since we’ve gotten to spend time together.”

War had to say no more. He received a peck on the cheek. “I’m all yours from now on.”

December 25th

After getting the house ready for three more horsemen and taking out some games to play, the house was basically ready. The house looked like it had Christmas absolutely upchucked on it on the outside and the inside looked like it was hit by a holiday twister. Decorations covered almost ever inch of the house. There was the food for the party on the counter and gifts right under the tree.

What made everything worth the effort was the big tree that sat in the corner of the living room. It was the biggest tree you ever had. Thanks to having tall ceilings, renovated purposefully for War, it was possible to have such a lovely tree. What made it truly special is that it was something that both you and War picked out.

You went to go change into your planned festive attire and walked out to join the rest of the horsemen. Usually holidays were spent with the family, but you had a new family. At least you considered them your family. Whether they considered you family or not you have War and honestly, he’s all you needed. After joining the others, the party commenced.

“I didn’t think it was possible to for someone to wear as much red as War.”, Fury pointed out once you were in her sights.

You wore a Santa dress with red stockings, black boots, and a traditional Christmas hat. “It is Christmas. I got to look the part.”

“Looks like you’ve been in Santa’s wardrobe. Wonder what else you took from there?” Strife’s comment brought a new shade of red to your outfit.

“Whatever it was it has to be better than that revolting sweater you’re wearing brother.”, Fury commented to the strangely dressed gunslinger.

“Hey, it’s supposed to look bad. It is an ugly Christmas sweater.”

The sweater he wore was probably the most unique you ever had found. The base color was this bright green and had a big picture of Santa’s face on the front. Surrounding the jolly face was just about everything Christmas imaginable. There were reindeers, candy canes, snowmen and multiple colored Christmas lights that actually lit up. On the back of the sweater was the words merry Christmas in an unreadable font and on the sides of the text were two bells. Below that was a Christmas wreath with different oversized colored baubles with musical faces. It was an early gift to him from you and that was the thing he chose.

To your surprise Strife and Death weren’t fighting…as much. In secret Fury told you that she overheard Strife and Death making a temporary truce to not fight to much.

“They didn’t want to ruin the party for you, so they sucked it up and barely tolerate each other.”, Fury whispered as Strife picked out a game to play.

“Really? That’s sweet.” You peak towards Deaths direction, but quickly averted when he felt your stare. “I wonder if they’ll follow through?”

“Don’t worry if they act up, I’ll handle them.” Fury looked a bit too enthusiastic when she said that, but you were sure nothing over the top would happen. How wrong you were.

Strife came back with a game he was sure he would win, but after the game had ended it was Death who was the winner. The second Death was determined the winner Strife accused him of cheating. As soon as the insult was thrown the arguing commenced. Fury butted in as she said she would, but it just got worse. Who knew that three grown adults, Horsemen of the Apocalypse you may add, could act like such children?

You excused yourself and went to go get the food ready. Before you left you made sure to tell War that nothing got broken. Thankfully the food was all prepared. All you had to do was serve it. You brought out the designated holiday plates you received from your grandmother and started setting up the table. When you went back to the living room you saw the three horsemen sitting quietly with their angry warden looking down on them.

Dinner went more smoothly than the game did. Everyone ate so much that you had to make sure you got the food first before it was all gone. You were lucky to grab what you did because you were sure that there would be no seconds. After dinner you put on some Christmas movies and watched a couple of Christmas specials while opening presents.

You received a gift from each of the horsemen. Fury’s gift was a small blade. Specifically to be used only if you ever found yourself in the need of it. Strife returned the favor for buying him his sweater and got you one of your own. Its ugliness could almost rival his sweater. Death wasn’t sure what to get you, so he got you some different flavored hot chocolate and a new mug to go with it.

War didn’t give you your gift just yet. He wanted to wait to give it to you after everyone had left. It was clear in that moment that you weren’t the only one who wanted to know what this mysterious gift was. You decided to do the same.  

It was getting late. The party came to an end and your guest had gone home. Now it was only you and War. You were about to tend to the mess in your house, but War had stopped you and asked that you sit on the couch.

“I’d like for you to receive your gift from me.” As War spoke, he pulled out a small black box with a silver bow. It was perfectly wrapped. It was so small in the palm of Wars hand. He could’ve easily crushed it, but he held it delicately.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“If anyone is deserving of a gift it is you.”

The box just about fit in the palm of your hand. It was light. Eager to know what it is you began opening once War nodded his head. The silver ribbon fell to your lap. The black box top was put aside. You saw a small silver chain and began taking it out. At the end of it was a white monogramed black marble stone. Before your hands could tremble anymore you safely placed the necklace back in its box. War kneeled in front of you at the first sob, thinking that you hated the gift.

He soon found your arms around his neck and your chest pressed to his. “Thank you.” Your sobs broke up your words. “I. Love it. Thank you. Thank you, War.”

War finally broke out of his statuesque state and put his arms around you. Another intake of air was taken when you felt his comfort and warmth. “Merry Christmas.”

You thought you’d feel nothing from the overly used jolly catchphrase, but somehow War brought the feeling and magic back into it. “Christmas isn’t over yet. You still need to open your presents.”

You went to go retrieve the presents under the tree. “Presents? As in more than one.”

“Yeah. Here’s the first one.” You placed a present with worn wrapping paper on his lap. “Remember our first Christmas? Well I got you a present. I’m sorry for not giving it to you sooner.”

War ripped open the wrapping paper and saw some earmuffs. He put them on. It seemed like a good fit from where you were standing, but you had to make sure. “How does it feel? Is it too tight or too loose?”

“It fits perfectly. Thank you.” You handed War the second gift. “A bag?”

“Yeah I thought you could put it on Ruins saddle, or you can use it.”

“I’ll make sure to use this.” His responses were so simple and yet it made you very happy with your choices.

“Alright for your last gift. I need you to sit here and close your eyes.” War did as you said and waited. He waited a long time and heard a lot of noise coming from the room. After a lot of struggling you peaked out the door. “Are your eyes still closed?”

“They are.”

It took a lot of confidence to walk out of the room. You walked very slowly so you wouldn’t give away the surprise. “Ok. You can open them now.”

His blue eyes were visible once more. His jaw immediately dropped once he saw your new attire. You stood there with your hands held close to your chest. War eyed you from top to bottom. First to be seen was the red ribbon that wrapped around your chest. At the end of the ribbon was red laced underwear with two bells on each side and covering your legs were black stockings.

War began staring holes into you. It was beginning to be too much. “Well what do you think?”

After slapping some sense into his mind, War looked you in the eye. “Is this my gift?”

“Yeah. I thought that maybe you would like this?” Your face went bright red once you heard the bells jingle from all the fidgeting.

War straightened himself to his full height when he stood in front of you. He firmly held the ribbons tail. “May I unwrap my gift now?”

It was even colder now that the ribbon was gone, but the heat that rose out of you fixed that. The bells jingled again as you were gently lifted. With your legs wrapped around him the two of you went to your room where the rest of your Christmas night would be spent.

#Christmas #War #War/Reader #Holidays #Fury #Strife #Death #Merry Christmas

[sourwolf-n-the-spaz]

This is a little follow up to the post from the other day. I wanted to do more text messages, but the story didn’t fit right for it at this point, so I decided to do a written drabble and continue with the messages after -- I already have an idea of how to go on after this.

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“Scotty. Scoottiiiieee,” he slurs, trying to give his friend a slight shake. ‘Trying’ being the operative word because ever since Scott become a werewolf, he’d acquired this weird sort of concentrated muscle mass thing or something — he’s heavy, more than he should be considering how much space he actually occupies. And Stiles is drunk. Correction, Stiles is wasted. Which is probably why he misses Scott’s shoulder entirely and ends up smacking him dead in the face instead.

Thankfully, Scott doesn’t bite off his hand in retaliation, preferring to let out a long garbled groan that Stiles barely makes out over the loud music and tilt to the other side of the questionable couch. Stiles is pretty sure he’d be more worried about that sticky substance coating the cushion he’s sitting on if he wasn’t so out of it himself. As it is, he can’t really amass the willpower to care — he already has to look after Scott and that single task uses up all of the brain capacity currently available to his disposal.

He glances over the hordes of people congregating on the dancefloor, squinting to see if he catches sight of the girl he’d left Scott with before — back when he thought his friend had just lucked out and considered ‘mission find Scott a rebound’ a whooping success.

He doesn’t really remember her face, but he knows that she was blond and flirty, and she was wearing red leather pants. Normally that kind of thing would jump out to the eye, but this club had a worrying amount of people involved in the single goal of embodying the matrix’s cast wardrobe. So, no dice.

He leans back to avoid the guy who almost spills his entire cup of beer on him, avoiding most of the spillage but still getting some on his pants -- those are going directly into the wash when he gets home -- and looks back at Scott. Who is currently doing his best to become one with the couch. And drooling.

He hopes Derek wasn’t lying about being here in ten, if something really is wrong and it turns out they walked right into the lion’s — hunter’s? — den, Stiles wouldn't last thirteen seconds on his own. Normally he’d give himself at least a minute, two if he’s feeling lucky, but the alcohol in his blood is making his brain to limbs coordination even more shoddy than usual. He’s the brains of the operation, he needs Scott for the brawn part.

It’s when he’s contemplating the consequences of actually calling his dad for help and risk being grounded for over a month that they show up. He doesn’t notice her at first because she pulled her hair up into a bun, and he’s pretty sure she was also wearing a different top before, but she’s not alone.

There are two guys trailing after her, the kind that could give the bouncers of this place a run for their money, and they’re heading straight for them. They should probably get gone like, yesterday.

Stiles stumbles his way up from the couch and tries to lift Scott from his melted starfish sprawl so he can drag him away, which is easier said than done. He manages to get Scott on his own two feet, swinging his arm around his own neck and carrying the brunt of his weight on his shoulders.

He maneuvers them through the moving throng of bodies on the dancefloor, hoping that the chaos is enough of a distraction to shake their tail. He almost takes a nosedive to the floor when Scott crosses his feet and gets in the way, but he crashes against someone’s back and is able to stay upright. There are some insults thrown his way for it, but the music just hit a particularly dubsteppy verse, so it’s not like he can hear them anyway. And he has more important and time sensitive things to do than apologize for stepping on someone’s toes, like escape the possibly murderous hunters who’ve poisoned his best friend.

He continues pushing his way through the crowd, guiding Scott through a zig zagged line to the other side of the room. He remembers seeing one of the club’s security people posted in that direction, close to the cloakroom, so that’s probably the safest place for them to be right now. Until Derek gets here, that is. Derek who definitely said to give him a warning if people showed up for Scott. He totally forgot. In his defense though, texting Derek would take up more time than he could spare at the moment.

He spots the security guard he was looking for and thinks he might actually be home free for about two point zero four seconds before a hand snakes around his neck and hauls him back by the hood of his sweatshirt.

He loses his hold on Scott, who is also wrenched away from him, and finds himself being dragged off to the side and shoved through an open door. Scott is flung right after, crashing into him, and they both drop to the floor.

They go down like a human-werewolf knot game gone wrong and Scott’s elbow finds a way to whack him right on the stomach, knocking the breath from his lungs. Must be karma working its avengeful ways for earlier.

He barely manages to roll out from under Scott when hands are grabbing harshly at shoulders again, yanking him up and forwards. He careens into the wall ahead, experiencing the terrible feeling of having the room spin violently in his head.

There’s the sound of a heavy door opening next to him -- the back door, they’re taking them outside, not good -- and then he’s being forced to move again. This time, when he falls on the cold hard tarmac outside, they don’t bother hauling him up again. Scott is dropped next to him unceremoniously, and Stiles spares a grimace at the way he lands on his arm. He's pretty sure he heard a crack.

He looks up, finally getting a good look of their captors. There’s the girl from before, who decidedly does not look as blond or as nice she previously did, and her two goonies, both sporting some curious looking bulges in their pants that Stiles is pretty sure are not of the happy variety. His suspicions are confirmed three seconds later when they both pull out their handguns.

How in the hell did they even manage to get those things inside the club? He is so gonna write a one-star review about this place as soon as he gets internet access and a functional computer.

“Where’s the rest of your pack?” not-so-blond biker barbie barks at them, sporting the stink-eye of the century.

He has enough perception to think, Don’t give up werewolf secrets to the scary girl in leather pants, Stiles, and lets his mouth run before his brain has time to catch up.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke,” he says intelligently, earning a sneer from the trio. In his defense, he’s too drunk to be held accountable for anything he says.

“You really want to play stupid when I’ve got two guns trained on your mutt?”

“That’s a very good point. Taken, deliberated, sustained. As you were,” he deflects, fidgeting nervously when one of the goons switches aim and trains his gun on him instead.

“You might want to reconsider what you say to us. Your buddy here might be able to heal a bullet as one would a scratch, once the wolfsbane wears off, but something tells me you won’t fare as well if I put a hole through your stomach. Care to test that theory?”

Stiles swallows, “Nope, I’m good thanks.”

“Glad we’ve reached an understanding. Now, how many are there?”

“Huhh, fifteen -- no, twenty,” he mumbles, fiddling with the club’s wristband, “there are definitely twenty smokes in a pack of cigarettes.”

The girl lets out a groan of frustration, yanks one of the guns out from the hands of her thug and charges towards him. He scrambles back, wincing when he feels a shard of broken glass dig into the palm of his hand – right, back of a nightclub, there’s probably a lot of broken bottles around – but is unable to do much as she ceases the front of his hoodie and hauls him up, placing the muzzle under his chin. He gulps, feeling the metal of the barrel pressing against his throat.

“I’m losing my patience with you. I might just skip the gut shot entirely and put one directly in your mouth. What do you think?” she asks, mock-curiosity thick in her voice.

“I think that would be very counter-productive towards getting me to talk?” he offers back, unable to control the nervousness that seeps into his voice. Let it not be said that Stiles Stilinski wasn’t a little shit ‘til the very end, though.

The girl smiles, a twisted sneering turn of the mouth, really, and is about to say something undoubtedly terrifying and death-threatening when a deep howl rips through the air.

Oh thank God.

Judging by the volume of the sound and the way the pebbles and glass shards tremble on the ground, Derek is close. Which is also a conclusion his trio of captors have arrived at, evidenced by the worried looks they’re now exchanging.

“Want to know how many there are? Fine, I’ll tell you. Ten. There are ten of them, and that’s not even counting our alpha,” he says, lying through his teeth and hoping the urgency in his voice combined with their growing concern is enough to sway their minds. “Do the math, that’s three of them for each of you. You really think those odds are in your favor?”

“Brie, we can’t take on the alpha,” the goon in the navy-blue shirt says, uncertainty coloring his tone. “Larry said—”

“I know what Larry said,” the girl – Brie, thanks for that lovely piece of information goon no1, now he’ll know who to stalk – snaps, turning her head to glare at him. “Fine. Put one in the beta’s head and we’re out of here.”

Turns out adrenaline is a good head-clearer. Truth is, Stiles barely registers moving until he’s shoved Brie away, catching her by surprise enough to dislodge the gun from under his chin, and diving for Scott. Luckily, Derek picks that moment to show up as well, which is probably why the hunters make the very intelligent decision to ditch and run rather than kill them and earn themselves a very angry alpha in pursuit.

They retreat back into the club as Derek catches up to him, eyes flashing red with fangs and sideburns proudly on display.

“Scott?” he asks, skidding to a stop next Stiles and glancing at the aforementioned, still very intoxicated, werewolf.

“He’s fine, or will be anyway.” He’s pretty sure he heard Brie talking about the wolfsbane wearing off, so they must have dosed him with the normal purple strand. “Go after them.”

Derek doesn’t need to be told twice, he’s disappearing inside the club even before Stiles finishes the sentence. He hopes the alpha at least had the forethought to tone down on the sideburns -- it’s not exactly close to Halloween, people might not take too kindly to having an outright werewolf shoved in their faces.

He drags Scott over to the wall and props him up against it before sitting down and leaning back on it himself. He takes in a long breath and lets his head thump on the bricks.

“Stiles?” Scott mumbles from next to him.

“I’m here, Scotty,” he sighs. “I’m here.”

It’s doesn't take long until Derek’s storming back out of the club, his presence and the heavy frown on his face allowing him to make the obvious assumption that the hunters got away.

“No luck?”

“Do you have any idea what nightclubs are like? Too many scents, too many sounds, they’re impossible to track,” he growls, turning the force of his million-volt glare to him. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Huh, about?”

“Coming here!” he snaps, eyes flashing.

“I was thinking we need a break! Come one dude, even you have seen how hard Scott is moping around lately, I needed to get his mind off Allison.”

“So, you decided the best way to do that was to bring him here—” he points an angry thump back at nightclub—" for a late-night hook-up, out of pack territory, and straight into the hunters’ arms?”

“Well, it’s not like I knew there’d be hunters!”

Derek sets his jaw and glares him into silence. Had it been a year ago Stiles would currently be having major concerns about his continued safety and well-being. Now though, he’s (mostly) sure Derek won’t actually do anything to him, no matter how much he pisses him off. He did come all the way out here at four in the morning to rescue their asses, right? He totally cares.

Derek’s nose twitches then, and his eyes run a cursive look over his and Scott’s bodies before settling back on him with a renewed anger.

“Why is there blood?”

“What?”

Apparently Derek is short on patience because next thing he knows he’s being manhandled into an upright position and receiving a full-body search.

“Wow, wow, wow. Calm down, grumpywolf. I just cut myself on some glass,” he explains, lifting his hand to showcase the small gash, no more than a scratch, really. There is a slow trickle of blood running down his palm, and it stings a little, but he‘s more worried about catching an infection from the dirty glass than at the actual wound itself. Derek must have caught the scent of it.

“Can you go two seconds without somehow endangering or injuring yourself?”

“Probably?” He totally doesn’t mean that to sound like a question. He blames the alcohol.

Derek rolls his eyes so hard it looks like it physically hurts and lets go of his arm with a huff. Stiles wipes the the blood on his pants, making a mental note to scrub them with hydrogen peroxide – the things one learns when regularly associating with werewolves – before putting them in the wash.

Derek sidesteps and leans down to grab onto Scott’s arms, heaving him up and supporting him by placing his arm around his neck just like Stiles had done before. Scott mumbles out something unintelligible to Stiles – not to Derek though, going by the distinct sour look his face adopts – and sags against the alpha.

“Come on,” Derek says, starting to head down the alley.

“Huh, what about the car?” Stiles asks, fumbling to catch up.

“Leave it. Scott, can come back for it tomorrow.”

“What if we get a ticket?”

Derek stops and turns to shoot him the glare of deathTM, judgmental eyebrows and all.

“Right, shutting up now,” he promises, making a lip zipping motion and swaying slightly on his feet from a momentarily alcohol induced loss of balance.

Derek glares at him for a second more. “If you hurl on the Camaro, I’ll toss you in the street.”

#sterek #eternalsterek #sterek drabble #drunk!stiles #sterek ficlet #stiles x derek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #my drabble #text convo verse #whump #tw: alcohol #tw: gun #Derek to the rescue

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Meant To Be:  Chapter 4 (Your Voice)

IT’S DAY FOUR OF LOVESQUARE FLUFF WEEK 2020!!!

(I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m a day behind.  Thanks for your patience!) Thank you @lovesquarefluffweek​ for organizing this event!

Welcome back!  Today’s prompt is “Your Voice”.

This chapter is a song fic.  I used the song “Runnin’ Home to You” from the musical episode of “The Flash”.  You can listen to it on Spotify here.

I also collabed with @flashflashitsash!  She made some STUNNING art for this chapter.  You can find it here.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 4: Your Voice

With the tape measure in hand, Adrien stood at the other end of the table and kept his eyes glued on Marinette. His heart melted when he saw her stick out her tongue while trying to get an accurate measurement. After they finished, she smiled and bounced on the balls of her feet, causing Adrien to nearly combust.

While he watched her write down the measurements on a piece of paper, his mind began to wander. “She’s always been beautiful, but my lady is the only one who’s ever made me feel this way. What changed? Why now?”

“Adrien?” Marinette said, cutting through the haze in his brain, “Are you okay?”

He nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“You looked kind of out of it for a second there.”

“Oh, I was just...thinking.”

“Cool! I do that sometimes...ugh...wait, that was probably the dumbest thing I could have said.” She shoved the paper with the measurements into her purse. “Please just ignore me.”

“She’s adorable. Maybe Plagg is right. The heart wants what the heart wants.”

He took a step toward her. “I don’t think I could if I tried. If anything, I think I’m finally seeing you for all that you are.”

“No! What are you doing, Adrien? What about Ladybug?”

She squeaked. “Oh! I...um...d-do you see what you like? I mean...like what you see?”

“Marinette, I think I always have,” he said without thinking.

“Maybe my heart wants her.”

Marinette’s face turned bright red, and her eyes grew wide. “School...us...go?

Adrien held out his arm for her to take. “Shall we?”

“Mmmhmm.” She tentatively took his arm.

An explosion of warmth radiated throughout his body when she finally hugged his arm against her chest. For a brief and fleeting moment, all of the confusion from before melted away.

It felt familiar.

It felt safe.

It felt right.

Like the moment they’d shared in the classroom earlier that day, Adrien was struck by the strength of his feelings for Marinette. Just as he was about to let himself completely fall for her, visions of Ladybug flashed across his mind. His arms tensed involuntarily while he let out a frustrated huff.

“Is everything alright?” she asked quietly.

“Um, yeah.” He scrambled to find an answer. “I...uhh...just remembered that I have to go home before I go back to the school.”

“Oh, I can walk with you!”

“But you live right here. I don’t want you to go out of your way.”

“I don’t mind. Honestly, before I met up with you, my plan was just to go back to my room and watch YouTube videos. It’s a beautiful day, and I’d love the company.”

Adrien’s pulled his hood over his head. “You mean, you wouldn’t mind walking with someone who has to hide their identity from nosy fans?”

She giggled and pulled the strings on his sweatshirt, cinching the hood around his face. “Nope. I wouldn’t even mind if you were wearing a mask. I’d still hang out with you.”

He loosened the hood and met her gaze. “Wait...really?”

“Of course. You’re still you, no matter what you’re wearing.”

“Sounds like you have experience.”

She turned her head and coughed. “Uhhh...no m-more than you!”

“It’s getting awkward,” his mind yelled, “Change the subject!”

He tapped his chin. “I wonder if Ladybug and Chat Noir act differently when they’re civilians. Being able to hide your identity like that must give them the freedom to do things they can’t usually do.”

“No, Adrien, what are you doing?”

“Well,” Marinette began, “everyone has a tendency to act differently when they’re in different situations. It’s probably the same for Ladybug and Chat Noir. For example, I can’t imagine civilian Ladybug doing half the things she does when she’s transformed.”

“You just said that a person is still themselves no matter what they’re wearing, so even if she’s not swinging between buildings every second of the day, I’m sure she’s still brave, selfless, and creative. I bet she’s an everyday Ladybug...just like you.”

Marinette took a sharp intake of breath. “We are going to run out of time if we don’t get going.”

Adrien pulled out his phone and looked at the screen. “Yikes, you’re right. We only have an hour. Let’s go.”

As the duo made their way to the Agreste Mansion, they chatted about school, video games, and their hobbies. Even though Adrien did his best to stay away from topics that had to do with Ladybug and Chat Noir, he couldn’t help but hear his lady in Marinette’s voice. He found it amazing how both girls sounded so similar.

“I must have a really specific type,” Adrien mused inside his head.

“Hey Marinette,” he said, stopping at the wall behind his house, “why don’t we talk more? I love hearing what you have to say.”

She looked to the side and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Well, we usually don’t get the chance to hang out alone with each other. Most of the time we’re with Alya and Nino. And then you weren’t there for a while because you were with…”

“Kagami?”

“Yeah. I heard about you two breaking up. I’m sorry things didn’t work out.”

“It’s for the best. We were too alike.”

She let go of his arm. “Oh?”

He took a step back. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sorry!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her, “It’s just that a friend of mine said the same thing to me last night. You remind me a lot of him actually.”

“That’s interesting. You remind me of someone I know, too.”

She smiled. “What a funny coincidence!”

He nodded. “I guess you and I just have certain qualities that we look for in friends.”

“At least you don’t pun as much as he does.”

“I hate to tell you this, but I love puns.”

“You do?” Marinette laughed. “Oh, no!”

He feigned mock hurt. “Excuse me, but I think you’ll find that my jokes are quite claw-some. Why even the Queen of England liked my puns when I went to the royal wedding.”

“You told puns to the Queen? Look, I’m not against puns, they’re fine. My dad uses them, but my friend has terrible timing. I hope yours is better, Prince Charming.”

“Oh, so, I’m a prince now?”

“Only a prince could tell puns to the Queen and live to tell the tale.”

“And how would you know that? Are you a princess?”

“I’m not royalty.”

“You could be.”

“I’m just a baker’s daughter. I’m not special.”

Adrien leaned in. “Yes, you are. You’re purr-fect.”

Placing her index finger on the tip of his nose, she pushed him away. “I take back what I said before. You’re not a prince. You’re just a trusted knight who learned one too many jokes from the court jester.”

He took her hands in his. “What if I was both?”

She let go of one of his hands and ran her thumb across his cheek. “That sure would make things easier.”

He cleared his throat, let go of her other hand, and pointed to the grate on his wall. “Oh, um...we’re here, by the way.”

“Adrien, this is the back of your house.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Can you not walk in the front door?”

“No, I snuck out.”

“Oh.”

“But I’m going to go back in and try to convince Nathalie to let me walk with you to school. I think she’ll say yes. Wait for me out front, and I’ll text you if I get permission.”

She shook her head and laughed. “I guess this is where I wish you good luck?”

Adrien patted his bag. “I still carry around my Marinette lucky charm wherever I go, so I have all the luck I need!”

“You do?”

“Of course, it’s one of my most prized possessions.”

“I still have yours. It’s in a special place in my room.”

Adrien felt Plagg poke his stomach from inside his sweatshirt. When he reached inside of his pocket to make him stop, his Kwami shoved his phone into his hand.

He pulled out the phone and looked at the time. “Yikes! We only have a half-hour left. I gotta get going. Hopefully, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“See you soon!” She waved and made her way down the sidewalk.

Once Marinette had turned the corner, Adrien knelt down, removed the bars from the grate, and shimmied through the small opening. He ran across the garden, climbed through the window, hopped into the bathroom, and snuck back to his room.

“I guess you’re no longer in love with Ladybug.” Plagg zipped out of the sweatshirt pocket.

Adrien sighed. “I don’t know. Marinette and Ladybug are so alike. I have no idea how to choose, but at least I took your advice. She and I are going to hang out after school today.”

“Good, but what about the food you promised me.”

“Marinette’s family owns a bakery. I’ll buy you something there.”

Adrien grabbed his books, shoved them into his bag, and made his way to Nathalie’s desk.

“Yes, Adrien,” the assistant said before he could announce his presence, “What do you need?”

He fiddled with the strap on his bag. “I was wondering if I could walk to school with my friend Marinette. It’s such a nice day, and it’s not that far.”

“You know your father doesn’t like it when you’re not with your bodyguard.”

“Please, Nathalie? She’s waiting outside the front gate, and I don’t want her to have to walk back on her own.”

“Fine, but you two won’t be walking. She will come with you in the car.”

While it wasn’t what he wanted, he knew arguing wouldn’t help. “Okay.”

She pushed up her glasses with her index finger. “Is there something else you need?”

“Could I hang out with Marinette after school? It’s Friday, and I’m done with almost all my homework for the weekend.”

“You have a photoshoot in the morning.”

“I won’t be out late. I promise.”

Without responding, Nathalie stood up and walked into his father’s office. When she returned, she sat down at her desk and started typing.

“You have until seven o’clock,” she said without looking up from her computer.

A surge of excitement flooded his brain. “Thank you!”

He pulled out his phone, texted Marinette, and ran outside. When he got there, his bodyguard was opening the car door for his classmate. He quickly hopped into the other side of the vehicle.

“Sorry, we’re not walking, but this was the best I could do,” he said with a shrug.

She buckled her seatbelt. “Compromise isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“You’re right.”

“Besides, we are running out of time. We only have twenty minutes of our lunch break left.”

“We do? I was hoping to buy something from the bakery before we headed back to class.”

“Did you not eat?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“I have to stop by my place anyway to grab my backpack and give my dad these measurements. Come in with me, and I’ll have my mom give you something from the bakery.”

“I have money.”

She crossed her arms. “And it will be useless in our store. My parents are always forcing food on my friends, and my mom would be more than happy to give you something.”

“Your parents are awesome,” he said, feeling a pang of jealousy in his gut.

“They are. They’re a little nosy, but they’re great. My parents treat all my friends like family. You know you’re welcome to come over whenever you want, right?”

“I am?”

“Yeah, I have friends over all the time.”

“That would be amazing.”

The car pulled up to the bakery, and both teens hopped out. They were greeted by two smiling faces when they walked through the door.

“Hello, Adrien!” Sabine greeted cheerfully.

“Sorry it took me so long to get the measurements.” Marinette handed the paper to her father. “I ran into Adrien, and we started talking.”

“That’s fine, sweetheart.”

“Maman, would it be okay if I grabbed a few croissants. Adrien didn’t eat any lunch.”

Marinette’s mother gasped. “Well, that won’t do! Come here, my dear, and we’ll pick out a few things.”

Adrien didn’t try to contain his excitement. “Thanks, Mrs. Cheng!”

“Anytime.”

While he looked at the case of treats, Marinette’s father spoke to her with a booming voice. “I know it’s short notice, but I’m going to need you to help me with setting up over at the venue tonight.”

“But, papa, Adrien wanted to hang out with me after school.” Marinette drooped.

Adrien couldn’t stand to see her looking upset. “I can help out if you want.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to,” she said sadly, “We can hang out another time.”

“No, I insist. If I go home, I’d just sit around watching YouTube videos all night.”

“Okay. Thank you, Prince Charming.” She said with a curtsey.

He laughed and bowed. “Anything for you, Princess.”

***

Once again, Marinette found it impossible to focus in class. She spent the rest of the school day daydreaming of blond boys in disguise.

Nothing made sense anymore. Her heart felt like it was being stretched to opposite sides of the earth, and she didn’t know what to do.

Once school was finally over, she and Adrien made their way over to the bakery. They spent the next several hours carrying various items over to the venue. By the time they were finished, they were sweating and laughing. She never wanted their time together to end.

When Adrien finally left, Marinette sat alone with her thoughts. She did her best to focus on something other than her troubled heart, but memories of the time she spent with each boy continued to dance through her mind. She tried distracting herself by designing, watching videos, and working on homework, but nothing she did was able to calm her down. She felt restless.

Marinette climbed onto her balcony and allowed the cool breeze to caress her face. She closed her eyes and attempted to sort out her thoughts.

The time she’d spent with Adrien today was like a dream come true. It was everything that she’d ever wanted, and it seemed like he was starting to think of her as more than just a friend. At the same time, today made her realize that there were still so many things that she didn’t know about Adrien. It was as if there was a part of himself that he kept hidden from the world. The thought of getting to know that side of him excited her.

As her mind began to picture what a relationship with Adrien would look like, her thoughts wandered to Chat Noir. Last night had been proof that her love for him had always existed, and there was no question that he was deeply in love with her. However, she also knew that their job as superheroes would get in the way of them having a real relationship with each other.

“If only I knew Chat as a civilian, Tikki. That would make all of this so much easier,” she said, looking out at the Parisian skyline.

The tiny red being landed on Marinette’s shoulder. “Well, as the Guardian, you are more than welcome to…”

“Wait!” she exclaimed, cutting off her Kwami, “I think I hear something.”

Marinette closed her eyes and could just make out the faint sound of a piano playing in the distance. When her eyes landed on the park, she saw light pouring out of the gazebo in the middle of the venue.

“It’s Chat,” she whispered, “He came back, Tikki. I have to go see him!”

The kwami giggled. “Then go!”

“Tikki, SPOTS ON!” she yelled, letting the bright pink light wash over her.

She quickly unsheathed her yo-yo and swung down to the park. She landed inside the fenced-off area and quietly made her way to the gazebo. When she reached the decorated entranceway, she found Chat Noir playing the same song he’d played for her the night before.

“Hello, Chat.” She sat down next to him on the bench.

He stopped playing. “Good evening, Ladybug. It’s not a patrol night. Any purr-ticular reason you’re here?”

“I’ve had an interesting day, and I heard you playing. I was hoping you would let me listen to your song again.”

“Anything for you, my lady.”

“Thank you.”

He positioned his fingers on the keys, paused, and looked up. “Actually, I was wondering if you would indulge me for a moment.”

She nodded. “Uhh...sure?”

“There are words to the song, and I was hoping you would let me sing them for you.”

“You mean, it’s not just the melody?”

“Is it okay if I sing?��

“Oh, yes, I would love to hear the words.”

She rested her head on his shoulder, and he simply smiled and turned his attention towards the keys. When he played the first chord, her heart soared.

And then he began to sing.

“Can't say how the days will unfold,

Can't change what the future may hold.

But, I want you in it.

Every hour, every minute.”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. She could feel the ache in his heart, and she suddenly longed to hold him and never let him go.

“This world can race by far too fast.

Hard to see while it's all flying past,

But it's clear now,

When you're standing here now.

I am meant to be wherever you are next to me.”

The depth of his love struck her soul. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

“All I want to do

Is come running home to you,

Come running home to you.

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you.

Keep running home

To you.”

She tried to picture a relationship with Chat in their civilian lives. Ladybug did her best to remove the mask from his face, but to her despair, Adrien’s face popped into her mind, reminding her of the decision she had to make.

“And I could see it,

Right from the start,

Right from the start.

That you would be

Be my light in the dark,

Light in the dark.

Oh, you gave me no other choice

But to love you.”

She was hopelessly in love with both of them, and she had no idea what to do. Tears began to flow freely down her cheeks.

“All I want to do

Is come running home to you,

Come running home to you.

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you,

Keep running home,

Home to you.

Can't say how the days will unfold.

Can't change what the future may hold.

But, I want you in it,

Every hour, every minute.”

When the last note faded away, they sat in a comfortable silence. They didn’t move or speak for several minutes.

She sniffled. “Thank you, Chaton.”

“No.” He shook his head. “Thank you for letting me sing.”

“It was beautiful.” She got off of the piano bench and clutched her yo-yo in her hands. “I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow for patrol.”

Chat kept his eyes glued on the keys. “I’ll see you tomorrow, my lady.”

She threw her yo-yo and vaulted into the night. When she landed on her balcony, she detransformed, collapsed into a heap, and sobbed.

“Why couldn’t they be the same person?” she thought, before a pair of strong, familiar arms gently wrapped themselves around her.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #my fic #Meant To Be #Chapter 4 #lovesquarefluffweek2020 #fluff #your voice #adrienette #ladynoir #so much fluff #they are oblivious beans #they'll figure it out #fanfiction #ao3 #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

[usedtobeyours]

try hard dick energy: a fairytale

try hard dick energy got his nickname after almost 3 months of me seeing him

he used to be soft dick energy first. 

we met through friends, as i usually like it to go. 

on a regular thursday, we started chatting and we kind of fit. his music seemed to be a perfect match to my favorites. i listened to his playlist that whole week. 

a week later we met at said friends’ home, on the day before a holiday. 

my first impression was meh. but than again, it had been over 5 months since i even kissed another guy. 

conversation went on, and my thinking was: wow, i can actually be friends with this dude

then we got drunk and he ended up waiting for when my friend went to the bathroom to kiss me. again, a meh kinda kiss. but again, 5 months. it still felt nice, butterflies and all. 

i was on my period, maybe day four of it. after my friend went to sleep, we started drunkenly making out and he tried taking my clothes off. i was like no, no way, i have my period. and he said he didn’t mind. i wasnt sure i did. 

then, a call that was just the best to get. friend #2 coming home from a date. we chatted on the dining room and i tried keeping her there for as long as i could before she started bobbing her head. to this day, he swears i was making faces at her for her to leave. that’s certainly not how i remember that. 

she went to bed, we made out for a while, i took my menstrual cup out and we fucked. and we slept just as we were. i don’t remember much, but i do remember him saying: “was it too fast?” and like a good girl, i said it didnt matter. that’s how he got his soft dick energy nickname as i retold that story on the day after.

oh, the day after. we slept at around 6, and he was out of the apartment as i was still sleeping. my friends and i wanted to go to the beach, but that part of the story doesn’t matter much for this tale. we talked. and talked.

on thursday, two days later, i was headed to my guy best friend’s house bringing my other best friend - #1 from the first story. he picked us up from her place - his place was closest to my guy best friends house, but he did it anyway. we sat, and we got high, and drunk. we made out whenever everybody wasn’t around. i had to teach him that people don’t smoke inside people’s homes without asking - and in the window. duh.  

he then left for a weekend away with his friends. it was the first time i missed him, and i spiraled into a weird depression mood from lack of attention. that’s how needy i was. am. 

from then on we didn’t see each other for two whole weeks. he traveled, then i traveled, and weekdays were never his thing. we still talked everyday, and kept up with each others lives. we shared stickers, and said we missed each other. just the weird 16 year-old romance i yearned for. 

we met again three weeks later. he really wanted to go to my girl best friend’s house, but she didn’t really want him there. we went for a beer on the beach - which turned into 6 really quick. by 10 pm, he forced his way into my girlfriends’ house, even though she didnt want him there. we made out a bit, and he left. i was so in love.

then the chat continued slower than before. carnaval went by, he didn’t want to join us for it. i moved, he didn’t want to come by. we seemed to chat, but it always revolved around him. he took up 3 weeks of my therapy sessions, but i kept chatting. it was good. it filled up my neediness - and my time. it was like a long distance relationship. weekends were lonely and kind of sad. my luck is that bracco was in rio, and i was getting to know noemi. they kept me busy. 

he moved into a new apartment. it was around his birthday. i think it 15 days that we didnt see each other, but it felt like a month. that day it was all SO clear to me. 

you invited me over to your place. i hadnt seen you in forever, but you said i shouldnt bring anything. i drank a beer on my way there, out of nervousness. i also brought you m&ms. your roommate was wearing a bra in the living room. she was nice, we drank beer, smoked, and chatted. it felt weird. and then, she came up with the whole depressed comment.

let me explain: we were talking about her sabbatical, she wanted to go away for a year once she was 27. i was sharing resources and a bit of my miami experience. she then said: “oh, miami. thats where you got depression”. as if depression was something you catch. as if i told her about it. as if you told her about it and she felt we had a relationship where she could just bring that up?! not sure. i was weirded out for the rest of the night. at some point, you brought me into your room and kissed me. i couldnt really get into it. you said: “we dont have to do anything”, but you kept kissing and groping me. it’s not like you backed off and said: “whats going on?”

so i caved, and we fucked. and it was mechanical. and short. and plain out boring. i left 20 minutes after, and you seemed to be happy i did. 

my brain was a mix of feelings. i was in love, but then everything about that night was so fucking weird. being with you felt weird. the next day, you were weird too... i tried calling, but you called me back right when it was bbb time. 

and i was talking to noemi in the balcony, and it was a whole thing about not being available for people who dont show themselves available. we didnt talk again until saturday, and i decided to cut you off for good. i unfollowed you on social, unfollowed myself from your page, deleted your number. it wasnt until wednesday that you realized and reached out. 

you were all: we havent talked to each other in a week, and im also to blame for that... and so i told you i was upset about more than one thing that happened on wednesday, you exposed me to your roommate and i felt invaded. so i decided to pull myself away from this relationship. you apologized, but took no responsability for the rest of non caring. and thats what i wanted. so i cut you off. 

it was two weeks, and two therapy sessions in which my therapist said i should have talked to you before cutting you off. and turning you off was good: i started focusing on shit that mattered to me. 

but then i rethought it all. and i said, maybe we should have a grown up conversation. so i followed you, and opened up the conversation again. you said you were happy - you never thought you’d hear from me again. 

but you did. and i told you i was open for talking, and for getting things back as they were. you said you were too, but then you disappeared for two other weeks. 

and i felt done. over it. truly with no intent to see it moving. conversation was off and on. until last week it took on again. and we chatted for two days before you suggested a visit to my place. i was okay with it, cause then again, quarantine neediness is always present. and - for the first time ever - you were here on friday. you brought wine and condensed milk.

we chatted for two hours and it was boring as fuck. i hoped my roomies would join us. they did. and so did our friends. we drank and smoked and talked until 2, once again. but you decided to stay over, they went home, and it was just the two of us. 

i wanted to sleep. everything felt so fucking awkward. i pretended to fall asleep while you cuddled me. so fucking odd. i just wanted to me alone and starfish my bed while hovering all my pillows. and then you noticed i wasn’t up for sex, or making out for that matter.

you asked: are you still upset over my roommate?

i said no. why would i be? we talked it over and it’s over. do you want to talk about this still?

you said no. but you still felt something wrong.

and i said, yes. something is wrong. sex has never been good with you. i need you to have something we call pegada.

and you made an excuse once or twice. but somehow we hooked up again and you had pegada.

we fucked, and it was good, for once. better than “huh, i guess i had sex”

i fell asleep, feeling it was so weird to have you here.

i woke up to my alarm, got ready, and you wouldnt budge. i said i had to go, and you said you wanted to sleep in. i said i would be back in an hour, and i went to work.

you texted at work. you used my computer and god knows what you digged up off it. 

and then i came back, we had breakfast, and you didnt want to leave. we cuddled and watched a show. you tried kissing me but position was all weird. yet, it was good having you around.

you had a whole 2 hour meeting in my bedroom, in my computer. shivers. the whole time i was telling my roommate: the affection is nice, but oh no, im done.

and after your meeting we fucked gooood good. you got a promotion on your soft dick title. and fuck, i fell into it as well.

you left right after, as if you knew you got me hooked again. and again, chatting daily, you dont feel there. but we made plans for saturday.

mafe, mafe. why again. this boy definetly doesnt want you the same way you want him. yet you;re still there, as available as ever... i thought writing this might give me clarity. nope. 

[amorphousfurrysnakething]

So I have a fursona now

Despite being an incorrigible furry for over a decade now, I’ve never actually managed to get a stable-ish fursona sorted out ‘cause I’m indecisive (and didn’t realise how my fluidity was interacting with that). But now I have and want to froth, so:

Name:Ráðsviðr Náttfari ("Rath") Species: Garden Tiger Moth (https://www.ukmoths.org.uk/species/arctia-caja/) NB Masculine, he/him, pan (masc preference) Appearance: A moth, he has eight limbs (four arms, two legs, two-ish wings) and is covered in a soft fuzz of fur. Lean build, but looks bulkier due to fuzziness. Red body, brown and red spotted wings. His wings have arcane text written across them and close inspection reveals that they're made up of lots of very thin pages. Job: Thaumozoologist (Lives in a pseudomodern fantasy setting)

Powers: Scrivened Wings: Has dozens of very thin wings, which when at rest or when being used as wings look like a pair of normal moth wings in shape. These wings are covered in text copied from books, to absorb text, he must read the original. The character can read any of the text on their own wings by concentrating on them, and others can read them like a book. Although he can fly with his wings, it's fairly undignified fluttering and he doesn't like going too high. Wizard: A dabbler in the arcane, he favours spells of healing and others that interact with animals and living phenomena, as well as general utility spells.

Because I can't draw and don't have the funds right now to commission a ref sheet off someone, I instead wrote some horny which I'm going to put behind a cut.

(NSFW, Contains fingering, pet play, teasing and denial, casual nudity, bondage and an unreasonably buff lion)

  There's a knock at my door, and I start. I'm not expecting anyone, and I'm currently sprawled, topless, on my sofa. I cast about for a jumper, my society might not have a problem with casual nudity, but I have enough body image issues to do so. I don't manage to turn one up before the knock comes again, and its insistence calls me over to the door on instinct. I mutter a quick spell, opening a window through the thick wood, and smile as I pull the door open.

"Hiya, Marcus."

The lion grins down at me. I'm not short, but Marcus is massive. He's a head taller than me, and in contrast to my skinny build, he's broad too, and exudes easy confidence that I'm both jealous of and so very gay for.

“Hey, Rath, need to pick your brains.”

“Sure, come in.”

I try not to blush as my sometimes-boyfriend strides into the room, and it's made harder when his tail gently brushes against my stomach. He's been running, and isn't wearing much more than a pair of shorts that show off his legs as he brushes the mud off his paws. He's probably flirting with me, again.

“Can I grab a drink?”

“There should be a clean glass by the sink. What do you need?”

He tosses me another grin. “Looking for information on thaumic mutation in plants. There's a nest of something nasty up by Silver Beck and it needs clearing before some hiker stumbles into it.” he calls over his shoulder as he heads for my kitchen.

While he's busy filling a glass, I start looking for the books I'll need. My library might not be huge, but I've thus far failed to maintain anything beyond the most rudimentary organisation, and by the time Marcus comes back in I'm fluttering near the ceiling, glaring at a row of computing manuals that should be arcanobotany references. Or at least, could be, after the first three locations were, in order: empty, the 4th edition of Thaumaturgic Encylopedia, and the complete Judge Dredd collection.

“Any luck?”

“Nope.”

I descend quickly, trying to salvage some dignity by getting my feet back under me. It's...not entirely successful; moths are not known for being elegant fliers. While I'm distracted, Marcus slips behind me.

“I'm sure there's something on these wings of yours.” the husky whisper in my ears coincides with a firm rub between my shoulderblades, the leonine pads sending jittery tingles through my body. My wings flicker, the arcane text flowing across them dancing in my brain. “You remember the safeword?”

“Banana.” I'm not trying to whisper, but my breath has left me.

“Good boy.” he purrs. I can feel his arms wrapping around me, and at the corner of my eye I see the contrast of his golden fur against my red fuzz. “Now, then. Do you have what I need?” The magical text scrawled across the layers of my wings dances behind my eyes, and I nod.

“Very good boy.”

He gently guides me to my bedroom, and I have no desire to stop him, simply enjoying the feel of his muscle and fur against my body, and the hard warmth where his groin rubs against my back; the absence when he lets go is almost painful. He pulls my box of toys out from under the bed, his bent posture putting his tail and arse on full display in front of me.

“Enjoying the view?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You're hot too, you know.”

This time I do blush, and though it's barely visible through my natural colouring, Marcus' smirk tells me he sees it. The smile turns a little ironic, as he stands back up, and my vision goes dark as he wraps a blindfold across my eyes.

“Good lad, now get yourself naked while I get my reading table set up.”

I hesitate, but a squeeze to my arse that is both reassuring and warning suppresses my reservations, and as I hear him moving around I quickly strip off my clothing. Once I'm done, I suppress the urge to cover myself again, and my unpleasant brainworms are silenced by an appreciative noise from Marcus.

I know he's done when his lips meet mine, pulling me into a passionate kiss while his paws explore my body, as they've done so many times but never seem to tire of. He draws me close, his clear arousal heightening my own.

After a few minutes, he pulls away and a needy whine escapes me.

“I know, lad, but I do need that info.” His own lust is clear.

I'm guided over to the bed, and gently pushed onto it. With a firm hand, he straps me facedown and spread-eagled, at his mercy. He settles himself over me, kneeling across my lower back, the light pressure of his body delightful as he bends over, rubbing again at that spot between my shoulderblades. A brief, ecstatic spasm leaves me limp, and I can feel the leaves of my wings begin to separate out, becoming the pages of the book they are.

“Very good. Now, you know what I need.”

The text on my wings, scrawled across the eigengrau filling my eyes, runs rapidly through my brain, and the thin pages of my wings flip and blur. A cool wind brushes across my antennae until I find what is needed.

Marcus gives a pleased pet to my head, and leans back against my abdomen, and for a few minutes I am nothing. A pleasant calm of the cool and warm and dark, with a background scratch of Marcus' pen as he takes notes. Occasionally, the peace is punctuated by the soft pleasure and pressure as he turns a page.

“There we are.” He scritches the base of my antennae, and I purr without meaning to.  “You're adorable. Now, I think I'm going to order us some dinner, if that's OK with you?”

“Yesss.” I'm so relaxed that I don't manage much more than a soft hiss, but Marcus knows me well.

“Well, sit tight.”

I can feel the weight shift as he gets up and leaves me alone. I know it won't be long before he comes back, but I wriggle impatiently anyway.

“Patience, lad”

Marcus punctuates his return by running his paw across my crotch, which only causes me to struggle more, whining with need.

“We've a few minutes before it arrives, so...”

He lays his erection against my arse, and I push back as far as my binds will let me, hungry for more, but Marcus knows me well, and he leaves me desperate as he takes his pleasure, rubbing his body against mine with only the briefest, but expertly chosen, touches to  my most sensitive areas. His early growls turn to ragged pants as his orgasm approaches, and I grind my body against him, trying to increase his pleasure in hopes of reward, as well as an instinctive act to attenuate the sensations he's so skilfully denying me.

“Pleasse...”

“Good pets don't talk.”

His admonishment is gentle, but unyielding, though quickly unnecessary as words are lost in a pleading whimper.

“Good...good...” the intended compliment is abandoned as his climax comes, and he roars in delight, splattering his cum across my back and wings. It's a long minute before he's able to catch his breath again. “Good boy.”

I moan plaintively, feeling my own unfulfilled arousal drip out across my bed, but he just gently pats my arse and gets up, going into the bathroom to clean himself up and leaving me to stew in the frustration in a most delightful way.

He's barely done when the doorbell goes, and his brief negotiation with the deliverer ends in curry smell awakening an entirely different hunger in me. I hear him plate up the food, and he unbuckles my restraints, though he doesn't let me free, quickly binding my arms and legs doubled over, denying me my hands and forcing me to crawl to the bowl of curry he's left on the floor. Leaving me to sort myself out, he sits in a chair with his own dinner, smirking at my fumbling.

By the time I've managed to empty my bowl, he's long finished, enjoying an eyeful of my raised rear. As I rock back, licking the last of the sauce from my lips, he gets up, stalking towards me and pushing a finger into my still-wet pussy.

“You're really desperate, aren't you.”

Remembering the earlier command, I don't respond verbally, trying to fill my voice with as much desperation as I can as I whine in acknowledgement. Marcus chuckles as he adds more fingers, one by one. He knows his business, and I'm soon panting as his movements send waves of pleasure through my body. After a moment of particularly masterful attention to my clit, he bends low against me and whispers.

“Do you want to cum?”

I nod again, and with a his long experience, he quickly brings me to a shuddering, screaming orgasm, the waves of pleasure turning into a tsunami that crashes over me.

As I lie there, recovering, he strips off the bondage gear, murmuring gentle praise that ends with us both curled up in my bed.

#my writing #furry #grapefruit #m/nb #m/m #m/m smut #moth #lion #cw: insects #tw: insects #fursona

[warmau]

{Special} College!AU Hanbin

*this post was commissioned | find all my college aus here | commission info

major: electrical engineering 

minor: philosophy 

clubs: engineering association, secretly attends music club and says that he doesn’t even though junhoe has caught him multiple times

sports: LOL is being on his college’s esport team count? does asking jiwon about his gym routine count?

hanbin is definitely a notable character on campus

he isn’t insanely popular and social like jinhwan or donghyuk - boasting thousands of followers on instagram and being labeled the princes’ of their department

but he’s not a total tech nerd like chanwoo - who keeps crushing poor hanbin at every video game he gets into

but a lot of people do know him 

mostly because he’s got resting pissed off face

and nearly half the student body has gotten the wrong impression because of that

the amount of times jinhwan has had to explain to people that no hanbin isn’t glaring at you - he just can’t see very well

or in fact, he actually think you’re pretty cool it’s just,,,,,,,for some reason,,,hanbin never learned to express that very well

actually, hanbin isn’t good at expressing in general

he shifts from focused and hardworking when it comes to his studies, to tired and lazy when it comes to just about anything else

he can get loud when he thinks someone is cheating in overwatch or when someone bothers him in the middle of studying

but a genuine smile,,,,,,,,even after years of friendship jiwon admits he isn’t really sure he’s seen one from hanbin

but that’s not true, because hanbin does smile 

especially when he’s embarrassed

and what embarrasses him the most????? love

any mention of relationships, skinship, dates, marriage, lovers - all of it makes hanbin get all awkward and jittery

he once got asked out by a brave freshman in his elective arts class

and got so flustered and unable to answer that instead of answering them he excused himself from the classroom

and did THREE laps around the arts building

dripping paint everywhere because he’d forgotten to set down his brushes when he’d rushed out

whenever he’s asked who his ideal partner is, or who he has a crush on on campus

he always answers with an idol’s name or a video game character

people always lifting an eyebrow because isn’t that a little childish, or is he just avoiding the question?

but he honestly means it - the idea of dating,,,,,,he won’t admit it,,,,,,,but it’s a bit too much for hanbin to handle for some reason

that being said - hanbin, deep down past the sarcasm and high standards 

is a good person

he’d give up everything in the world for his sister, hanging photos of his family sentimentally in his dorm

even though he’d complain about it - he’d shrug off his jacket and drop it into the hands of someone whose cold

scolding them, telling them they’re dumb for not wearing layers but all the while knowing that he just doesn’t want them to get sick

yunhyeong gets teased by hanbin relentlessly everyday of his college life - but he never seems to hold a grudge

and when people ask him why,,,,,,,,yunhyeong just says 

“hanbin might say stupid things, but his actions always tell me that he values me as a friend.”

soooo why electrical engineering??? to be honest hanbin had wanted to pursue music but tinkering with the actual hardware of computers and circuits had also caught his interest

he always explains that he works better with his hands than his brain - which seems like it wouldn’t work for engineering 

but it does 

and the philosophy minor has more to do with the fact that no matter how dumb he tries to say he is 

hanbin has bigger ideas about the world, consistently questioning if people have purposes at all

much to jinhwan’s disappointment because 

“god hanbin we’re at a club! no one wants to hear about freud! i want to get DRUNK dude!”

hanbin looks cute walking around campus with his nose stuck in a ‘intro to hegel’ textbook, rocking a cute dva keychain on his backpack 

and hiding his face behind a white mask because he’s convinced jiwon is stealing his moisturizer and this weather isn’t good for his skin

you’re actually in the nursing program of the university with jinhwan

you hadn’t really meant to befriend the most popular senior in your major - but you’d been randomly assigned to complete a large scale research project with him on new tech influenced medical practices

and had somehow also found yourself agreeing to work on it,,,,,,,in his dorm

“i know the idea of three guys in one dorm is intimidating, but we have a lot of space considering it’s supposed to room up to six people. they’ll be more space for us to spread out!”

jinhwan insisted, unlocking the door to his dorm as you stood uncomfortably behind him

clutching the strap of your messenger bag for dear life

when you follow behind him, you notice both his roommates splayed out on a couch - game controllers in their hands

one of them pushes the other in the shoulder, and - oh my god he doesn’t have a shirt on!

you instantly look down and jinhwan clears his throat

“jiwon go put some cloths on - we have a guest!”

one of them, jiwon you presume, gets up to stroll out of the room 

but not before giving you a casual wave as you feel the tips of your ears burn in embarrassment

the remaining roommate gets up too - switching of the ps4 as he comes over to you and jinhwan

“this is hanbin, i know he looks like he wants to kill you, but that’s just because he’s ugly.”

jinhwan introduces

and hanbin rolls his eyes, mumbling about how if jinhwan wasn’t his senior - he’d really have something nasty to say

before looking at you

he’s handsome, you think, but jinhwan is right he does have kind of a cold expression in his eyes

but either way - you manage out a small introduction and hanbin returns with his own

it’s only maybe thirty seconds of interaction? it’s the first time you speak to hanbin and you never expect it to cross your mind ever again

you go by weeks, coming over to this dorm to work on this project with jinhwan

jiwon and hanbin never really bother you guys, only asking every now and then what jinhwan wants to order for dinner - inviting you to stay and pratake in late night pizza or home cooking from jiwon’s aunts

sometimes hanbin will help you guys, not that he knows much about nursing 

but he knows about researching and tech

you’ll sit with your laptop shared between you and him and jinhwan

and it used to be weird - being alone in this space of three friends, but before you knew it 

it was comfortable

and then,,,,,,,,,,,,something changed

it was a week before you and jinhwan would be presenting your project

it was nearly done and this was supposed to be a run through of what you’d both be saying

but since you had classes till 9 pm, you only managed to get to their dorm when it was already pretty dark

the door was open and you let yourself in, setting down the bag of canned coffee and candy you’d bought from a nearby grocery

assuming you and jinhwan would need major caffeine to go through this large presentation

but to your shock, jinhwan wasn’t home - nor was jiwon

it was only you and hanbin 

he’d shuffled out of his room, hair a mess and glasses perched on top of his head

“do you know where jinhwan is?”

hanbin had yawned and shook his head

“nope, probably got caught up hanging out with someone but he’ll be back soon”

he saunters over to you, rummaging through the bag you’d brought and pulling out a can of coffee

“can i have one? im going to be up for a final tonight too.”

you tell him to help himself, looking up to see hanbin’s eyes are tired - ringed with red like he hasn’t slept in days already

for a couple of minutes you guys make casual chit-chat

multiple times after finding out you’d been working with jinhwan at his dorms people have asked

is hanbin as scary as he seems? is he always mean to you? he seems like the type to nag or get angry over anything.......

but he’d never been even close to mean - he was always just,,,,,,normal

and even though he was less talkative and forthcoming than jiwon 

and never downright flirty like jinhwan

he was nice in his own way

hanbin excuses himself to get back to studying and you get comfortable on the couch 

opening up your notes as you wait for jinhwan

the time passes as you fall deeper into your notes

it reaches midnight and jinhwan doesn’t show any signs of coming back - neither does jiwon

you worry, maybe they’re both in trouble?

so you get up and make your way over to hanbin’s room, softly knocking on the door 

after a few seconds of shuffling, he opens it and you apologize to interrupt but isn’t he also worried where his two friends are?

hanbin sighs, but agrees with you 

“those idiots know the RA will lose it if we stay out past midnight. i should go and try to find them,,,,,,,,”

“ill help, if that’s ok?”

hanbin nods, taking his coat off his desk chair 

you and him make a couple of rounds around the campus hot spots 

there are tons of people still studying in the library and even a couple hanging around the gym

but not jinhwan and jiwon

hanbin tries calling them, then texting donghyuck who usually knows where to find at least one of them

but no luck

“im sure they’re just out partying. but what an idiot, im going to tell jinhwan off for forgetting he promised to study with you.”

you smile weakly

“it’s ok! im sure he didn’t mean to forget.”

“still, he’s older than both of us - he should really be more responsible.”

hanbin checks the time on his phone again

“c’mon ill walk you back to your dorm.”

you thank him, searching for your keys in your pockets when you realize you left your bag back at their place

you embarrassingly admit it, but hanbin tells you that it’s fine - you guys can go get it and then he’ll walk you home either way

“being out late like this is dangerous”

you two return and you pick up your bag, but before you go hanbin offers to go through your presentation with you if you want

at least that way you haven’t completely wasted your time

even though the clock ticks past one in the morning - hanbin watches you present from your note cards

clicking through the slides on your laptop

he even helps with some of the formatting and suggests helpful changes 

the time escapes you at some point, and when the presentation is over you just end up on the couch beside hanbin

as you two just talk

as hanbin reveals to you his interests in philosophy - in the big questions of the world

and as you let him know that a lot of the same questions are the reason why you got into nursing

“i want a purpose in life - i want to help people.”

“see, i think even though purposes can vary - that’s one that never changes.”

you take a moment, thinking it over and finding that it’s true - no matter where your life goes, your profession would mean you cared for people 

“do you think just having a good career where you help others is worth living?”

hanbin looks down at his hands and shrugs

“maybe, some people tell me the purpose of life is to fall in love and start a family. some tell me it’s about making money. but our connections to others - isn’t that what matters? isn’t that how we’re defined?”

the conversation spans on and on, you both lose yourselves

and hanbin doesn’t think he’s ever really talked to someone like this before

and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so ,,,,, open with someone you might not even call a friend yet

and who knows why or how you two got here

what chain of events lead you up to being in hanbin’s dorm on a thursday night past midnight

and why when you should have left hours ago and he should have returned to his books

you’d ended up moving closer and closer

till the only light in the room, the one from your laptop screen dulls

and you lean forward, one hand on hanbin’s thigh

lips brushing his 

your memory flashes to the first time you met -  how cold his eyes had seemed, but how it didn’t take away from how handsome you thought he was

and hanbin - who’d spent most of his time avoiding these situation, not involving himself romantically with anyone

was letting you do this

and maybe he doesn’t say it to anyone 

especially not to himself 

that he’s always found himself drawn to you

the image of you sitting cross legged on the floor with jinhwan, debating resources for your project

how you’d come over sometimes after class, with a thousand different papers in your hands

a pencil tucked cutely behind your ear

the way you’d laughed, filling the dorm with a musical soft sound when jiwon showed you a video of jinhwan pouring drinks all over himself on a dare one time

how he’d be playing video games with jiwon, pulling jinhwan’s attention away

and you never got angry

instead hanbin would put down his controller and catch you on your phone, lower lip between your teeth

and now

when you’d chosen to let him help you, had chosen to talk with him through the night

and you’d chosen to kiss him 

and for a moment he’d chosen to kiss you back

but then 

you both were pulling away - as if simultaneously realizing how this situation was just 

too sudden 

too abrupt

so you collect your things, hanbin gets up to walk you to the door, but it’s shutting in his face before he can even blink

“tell jinhwan to call me when he’s back”

is the last thing you say 

and after that everything in hanbin’s world falls out of sync

like the planets have all aligned but it’s wrong - his center of gravity just doesn’t exist 

jinhwan turns up in the morning, profusely apologizing to you on the phone as hanbin listens quietly

“it totally slipped my mind that we said we’d study again - i’ll buy you lunch as an apology - no no don’t even think about saying no, i was such a dumbass!”

hanbin clutches his fist, some weird feeling of uneasiness piling up in the pit of his gut

when jinhwan hangs up, hanbin gets up with such a loud sound it startles his roommate

“dude, what’s wrong?”

hanbin doesn’t meet jinhwan’s gaze

“you are a dumbass, i don’t care if you’re older than me - you deserve to be called that.”

jinhwan sort of goes speechless as he watches hanbin disappear down the hall

you and jinhwan give your presentation, it goes great, you get an A

and after that

you never come around anymore

and hanbin hates that your absence weighs on him

why aren’t they sitting on the couch? why aren’t they laughing at something stupid one of us did? why aren’t they here - why can’t i see them?

hanbin finds himself  walking past flower stands, seeing bouquets of roses or tulips and for some reason he hovers 

what kind of flowers do they like? do they even like flowers in the first place? and why do i care - why do i want to know so badly?

the shopkeepers always try to ask if he needs help, he has been standing staring at them for twenty minutes

but hanbin never buys them - just apologizes and runs off 

but it’s not just flowers, this happens with everything 

and he doesn’t get it - it doesn’t make sense 

when he catches you coming out of from class, chatting with some of your friends

an unstoppable urge pushes him toward you - but he takes every ounce to fight it back

yes you two kissed - but it was spur of the moment - and you had run away

why would he approach you now, wouldn’t that just seem desperate?

but in reality, you’re just like hanbin

you’re much more versed in these feelings so you realize you have a crush on him, one that had harbored itself over those late night study sessions with jinhwan

where you’d be working on your project, but be acutely aware of hanbin’s presence

the little noises he made when he lost to jiwon in games, how he looked good even in sweatpants and a t-shirt

you don’t really know why you pushed away from him in that moment you had with him

it was just weird

 he had sort of kissed you back? but there seemed to be this air of hesitance so you ran away

you wish you could talk to him, figure it out 

but you also come to the same conclusion

i don’t want to seem desperate

about a good two weeks passes before suddenly jinhwan is standing in front of you outside of the nursing building with his hands on his hips

“hey, we need to talk”

“but the project is over-”

“no, we have another problem. a problem that i have to live with until i graduate so i want to sort it out now.”

at first you’re utterly confused 

how are you at all involved with any problems of jinhwans - but then jinhwan sighs and goes

“hanbin, im talking about hanbin.”

did he tell jinhwan about what happened!?!?

you feel a rush of embarrassment, not sure how to explain to the senior of yours that it was a mistake, really just a mistake

but then you see something change in jinhwan’s expression

“i think he likes you.”

backtracking for a second you kind of just stare at jinhwan in disbelief 

“h-he likes me? and he told you to tell me?”

jinhwan shakes his head and you two sit down on the steps of the building

“no, he didn’t. actually, i don’t think he himself realizes what his feelings are. hanbin is kind of ,,,,,,,,,,,, bad in the relationships department.”

you look down, remembering something hanbin had said to you the last night you saw each other

our connections with people is what matters 

“oh,,,,but - how do you know that he feels that way if he hasn’t even said it?”

jinhwan gives a weak smile 

“because i saw him toss chocolates into the garbage, make a playlist full of love songs before deleting it angrily off his laptop, and the guy ive known since we were in highschool suddenly didn’t look like someone i knew at all. he’s struggling and only one thing makes hanbin like that.”

jinhwan touches your hand gently

“and it’s love.”

to be honest, you don’t know what to do with this information 

that night on the couch, you felt a strong connection with hanbin. so strong that it lead you to do something drastic and out of character, but looking back on it

the feeling was blissful 

and if you could build on that,,,,with hanbin,,,,,,you really wouldn’t mind at all

but how can i just approach him now? it’s been some time, what if he just flat our rejects me?

you sigh, lost in your thoughts as the bustle of university life surrounds you 

couples pass you by, laughing and talking 

holding hands and kissing 

and then the crowd parts and for a split second across them all you see a figure all alone

it’s hanbin

he has a book in one hand, coffee in the other - his backpack at his feet with the corner of his engineering textbook sticking out

he briefly looks up, meeting your gaze

and then the sea of people returns and you feel something in your heart tug

you go forward, confident that you can push through the bustle of people who are running around campus all the time

classes just let out so there’s a swarm but you walk right into the middle

i should go talk to hanbin! if jinhwan is right,,,,,,,i want to make sure of it myself!

but you don’t even have to make it to the end of the people because hanbin meets you halfway

and you both look at each other, wide eyed and shocked

“did you-”

“i wanted to talk-”

you feel your shoulder get brushed past by students, hanbin clutching his bag closer not to be in anyone’s way 

and then without really thinking about it you put a hand on his wrist and you two join the moving flow

you sit down with him somewhere more secluded, neither of you is sure what to stay or how to start this 

until hanbin mumbles

“let’s just do this all over again?”

you nod and before you know it he’s set down his book and coffee and leans in 

cold fingertips on your cheeks as he asks you to close your eyes and this time

he’s the one that kisses you

and there are no intentions of pulling away 

“why did you start liking me?”

“i guess i always thought you were cute, ever since you started coming around for your project with jinhwan. but after talking to you,,,”

hanbin looks for the right word

“it just clicked. you’re the kind of person that i want.”

jinhwan calls it when you come back hand in hand with hanbin to the dorms

like legit he gets his tiny body onto the couch, pointing at you two triumphantly like I KNEW IT

while jiwon is just flabbergasted

because quote on quote “you like hanbin back? but he has no redeeming qualities,,,,,,”

hanbin: “jiwon the only thing smaller than a pea is your brain”

but they both are just joking, they are actually super happy to see that hanbin has gotten a partner 

because honestly there were bets going around in the group that he’d end up a hermit or something

yunhyeong, chanwoo, junhoe, and donghyuk all meet you a couple of days later when jinhwan insists they go out for drinks to celebrate

‘hanbin becoming a man’

yunhyeong and donghyuk immediately give you their contacts - just in case hanbin tries anything funny

while junhoe and chanwoo just clap hanbin on the back because - wow never thought you had it in you!

to be honest it’s a little bit embarrassing to be surrounded by hanbin’s friend group, they’re all such strong personalities, but they accept you just fine

dating hanbin means putting up with his roommates shenanigans

which are harmless toward you, just a lot of watching hanbin get teased for being bad at overwatch and jinhwan telling you that hanbin fell asleep in jeans three times this week

and the rest of his friends are just as fun, telling you joke stories about hanbin

but also RELENTLESSLY bringing up every gushy thing he’s said or done for you

“did you know hanbin put your picture on his phone case?”

“did you know hanbin spent hours googling ‘date ideas’ last night?”

“did you know hanbin almost broke chanwoo’s headset when chanwoo suggested that he’d invite you over to get coffee with him sometime?”

like it’s amazing how close they all are,,,,but now you’re in the cross fire of it all too

hanbin teaches you that the easiest thing is to ignore them - even though you know that he doesn’t

like you’re giving him a hug goodbye after you all went to the movies and you just know junhoe is wiggling his eyebrows and hanbin is flipping him off 

but speaking of dates - hanbin is surprisingly good at picking romantic spots even though he admits that he’s never really been a romantic person

you guys go to a lot of live music shows, especially r&b soloist and jazz 

hanbin reveals to you that he’s always had an interest in writing and producing music

and when you ask him excitedly to sing for you 

he just goes “ah- what? no way!” but at some point you pester him just enough for him to sing a line from a song you like

and your jaw just drops because his voice is unique and can go pretty deep 

and now every time you stay over, dozing off on hanbin’s chest you can hear him mumble the lyrics of some song against your hair

but other dates include; exploring wine bars, hanbin taking blurry photographs of you when you’re out in the park, and of course helping each other study

even though opening an engineering textbook scares the living daylights out of you

and hanbin will be the first to admit that he has no clue about any of the bones in his body

“but if you want to give me a full body exam, feel free?”

“hanbin,,,,,,,,,,did you just use a pick up line on me?”

“maybe”

“hanbin,,,,,,,,,,,we’re dating.”

his clumsiness does show itself when he’s trying to be a good boyfriend

because sometimes he can’t think of the right things to say and he needs to ask jinhwan for tips on how to deal with arguments

but he’s trying 

no matter what - he’s trying to be the kind of boyfriend you dream about 

and just seeing the effort makes you fall more in love

will hand write apology letters even if he just showed up late to pick you up from class LOL

he is pretty good at motivating you though

sometimes you’ll actually ask him to critique your work or tell you how you can do this or that better

and he’s shocked because his opinions usually just get taken the wrong way by people

but you know hanbin can really help you so you’re like give me your worst critique ever!!! i can handle it!!!!

he thinks it’s cute how you sometimes want him to tell you what’s wrong even though he’s told you ten times nothing is wrong 

and he’ll be like “ok fine, ummm i don’t like the font you used”

“hanbin please take this more seriously”

“ok i don’t like that you indented twice here - im sorry don’t throw that pillow at me!”

playing video games with hanbin and beating him at them and then having to kiss his face all over because nooooo you didn’t mean tooooo

kissing hanbin is always a thrill 

he’s a good kisser, but sometimes he can knock you off your feet a little and you have to stop him before he goes too far in public

like his need for affection is pretty high 

which is a shocker considering he avoided relationships for so long

but now he’s just like kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss 

starts working out so he looks better taking his shirt off and you never notice because like hello he’s hot already

but he’s just like gonna flex and turn my partner on but it’s like whatever you’re already turned on 

the tattoo?? the broad shoulders?? the darkness that overcasts his eyes when he gets ontop of you?? LIKE,,,,,,,,

you come out of his room one day wearing just his shirt and jiwon drops his poptart because he’s surprised

and in an instant hanbin is in front of you blocking you off like “jiwon close your eyes you sinner”

and jiwon is like i just want to eat my poptart bro please put some pants on you’re more naked than your significant other

hanbin also surprises you because he gets pretty artsy, like he likes old movies and roll films

and you get him a polaroid on his birthday and he makes one of those cute hanging decorations with photos of you to hang above his desk

donghyuk is like that’s so diy hanbin how cute

and hanbin is like if you call me cute ill kill you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,but also it is cute isn’t it?

finally hanbin learns what your favorite flowers are and he gets them for you randomly and you’re like oooo so pretty

and the way your face lights up everytime just. kills. him 

you’re the cutest person to have ever lived

late night conversations about life, sipping milk tea on the roof of the nursing building while sharing kissing every now and then, watching ghilbi movies under the covers together

dating hanbin is such an experience and it’s one that reminds you why you started feeling something for him in the first place

and it’s because past the surface, there’s a whole world inside of him 

and although people get too frightened to befriend or get close to him, the truth is he’s never wished ill on anybody

in fact - he means to help even if it comes out kinda rough

but you appreciate all of that about him

and hanbin finally feels like someone on this planet really is his soulmate

he might have not believed it before

but looking up at you

as you comb your hands through his hair with his head in your lap

watching the tv screen idly after a tough day of classes

and smiling shyly when the male lead on the screen grabs the other lead and kisses them with everything

putting your gaze down to travel over hanbin’s own lips

he thinks 

soulmates are real

and he motions for you to lean down and let him kiss you with just as much passion 

jinhwan walking in, unfazed by this pda: hanbin look how far you’ve come, from not being able to touch another persons shoulder to making out on MY couch 

#ikon scenarios #ikon imagines #ikon au #hanbin scenarios #hanbin imagines #hanbin au #b.i scenarios #b.i imagines #b.i au #writing commissions #sfw #college!au #THIS is so artsy because hanbin is ARTSY........and cute

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Bechloe Week Day 2 - Coworkers

[AO3]

“Good morning Beca!” Chloe said cheerily.

 Beca grunted in response.

 “Rough night?” Chloe asked.

 Beca sighed as she sat down at her desk.

 “I had a great night.” Chloe said. “My best friend, Aubrey, is in town for a few days so we went out for dinner last night! It was just like old times! You could join us tonight, if you want?”

 “I can’t.” Beca said.

 “That’s okay! Maybe another time.”

***

“Good morning Beca!”

 Beca grunted as she sat down.

 “How are you today?” Chloe was unfazed by Beca’s behaviour. Beca didn’t respond. “I’m feeling good today! I hope your day gets better!”

***

“Good morning Beca!”

 Beca sat at her desk and buried her head in her hands.

 “Did you hear Sherrie is pregnant?” Chloe asked. “It’s so exciting! I love kids!”

 “Really? I had no idea.” Beca mumbled.

 “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.” Chloe said. “What did you say?”

 “Nothing.”

 “Oh, I thought you said something.” Chloe shrugged.

 ***

 “Good morni–”

 “Miss Mitchell!”

 Beca flinched as her boss came out of his office.

 “Yes, Mr. Higgins?” Beca said.

 “Can I speak to you?”

 “Yes sir. Just a minute.” Beca set her bag down on her desk as Mr. Higgins went back into his office.

 “What do you think he wants?” Chloe asked.

 Beca shrugged, “When do we ever know what he wants?”

 Chloe giggled, “Good luck!”

 Beca entered Mr. Higgins’ office and closed the door. She took a few steps towards his desk and waited.

 “Miss Mitchell, I wanted to talk to you because…” Mr. Higgins paused, “There’s been some… concerns around the office.”

 “Concerns?” Beca asked. “Is there a problem with my work?”

 “Not those kinds of concerns.” Mr. Higgins shuffled papers around on his desk. Beca raised her eyebrows as she waited for him to continue. “Some people have been saying that you… might not be a great fit for the team. That you’re too closed off and… that you don’t work well with others.”

 “So you’re firing me?” Beca asked incredulously.

 “God no!” Mr. Higgins said. “Honestly Beca, you’re the only one here with half a brain, besides me. I’d be stupid to fire you.”

 “Then why are we having this conversation?”

 “Because it’s important that all my employees get along. It’s good for team morale, as I’m sure you can imagine.” Mr. Higgins said. “And, if morale is up, productivity goes up! Do you see what I’m saying?”

 “Not really.”

 “I’d like for you to give an effort to be more friendly with your coworkers.”

 “I’m not unfriendly.” Beca said indignantly.

 Mr. Higgins laughed. “Beca, we both know you don’t like the people here. I’m not the only one who can see that. Can you at least pretend like these aren’t the worst people to spend 8 hours a day with?”

 Beca knew this was a battle she wouldn’t win. “I’ll do my best.”

 “Great!” Mr. Higgins stood up and handed Beca a folder. “In order to make this easier for you, I’ve taken the liberty of drafting this joint project for you to work on. And I hope you don’t mind that I’ve asked Miss Beale to work on it with you.”

 “Nope. Not at all.” Beca gave a tight-lipped smile.

 “Perfect!” Mr. Higgins lead Beca out of his office. “Don’t forget what we talked about.”

 Chloe was smirking as Beca walked back to her desk. Beca glared at her.

 “You already knew about this, didn’t you?”

 “Maybe.” Chloe said innocently. “So, when do you want to get started? Mr. Higgins said we could use one of the conference rooms if we like, and Mike did a similar project a few months ago and I’m positive he’d be willing to help if we have questions and–”

 “Can I take a look at this first?” Beca said. “Unlike you, and Mike apparently, I get to work at a reasonable time.”

 “Be my guest.” Chloe smiled. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

 ***

 It wasn’t a hard project, but it was long and tedious. Beca didn’t understand why the company needed this project done – well, she knew why it needed to be done, she just didn’t understand why she needed to be the one doing it. She didn’t understand why it mattered whether she was friendly with her coworkers or not. She got her work done just fine and it wasn’t like she was outwardly rude to any of them. The worst part about it all, in Beca’s opinion, was who she had to work with.

 “Good morning Beca! Are you ready for a great day of work?”

 “How are you excited?” Beca asked, “It’s 8 in the morning and we still have to do this ridiculous project.”

 “The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I’m having a great day!” Chloe said. Beca rolled her eyes.

 “It’s raining.”

 ***

 “Good morning Beca!” Chloe said, “I bought you a coffee!” Chloe pointed to where a coffee cup, still steaming, was sitting on Beca’s desk.

 “Dude, why?”

 “Because you always seem to be tired in the mornings! I thought it might help!”

 “Oh.” Beca said, “Thanks, I think.”

 “You’re welcome! Ready to work?”

 Beca nodded and took a sip of her coffee. She raised her eyebrows at the taste; Chloe actually got her order right. Chloe smiled and turned to her computer.

 After a few hours, Chloe turned away from her computer and poked Beca in the arm. Beca jumped and raised her eyebrows at Chloe.

 “What?” Beca said.

 “Do you wanna go get lunch?” Chloe asked.

 “I brought food.”

 Chloe stuck her tongue out. “Come on Becs, it’ll be fun! We’ve been working all morning! We deserve a break.”

 “You can go, you have an hour lunch break. I’m not stopping you.” Beca turned back to her computer.

 “But Beca!” Chloe practically whined, “I want to get lunch with you! Please?”

 Beca sighed and turned back to Chloe with every intention of saying no, but one glance at Chloe’s pout and Beca felt her resolve wavering.

 “Fine. Just this once.”

 “Yay!” Chloe jumped out of her seat and grabbed her purse. “Let’s go!”

 Beca shook her head fondly as Chloe skipped ahead of her down the hallway.

 Chloe took Beca to a small cafe a few blocks away. It was a very “Chloe” place, in Beca’s opinion. The cashier waved as they entered and Chloe said hi to almost everyone. Beca, on the other hand, kept her head down and followed Chloe until they sat down. Chloe insisted on ordering for both of them, and Beca had tried to protest but Chloe had already skipped to the front counter. Chloe came back with two sandwiches and two coffees.

 “This is my favourite thing to get here, so dig in!” Chloe said as she placed the plate in front of Beca.

 “Thanks. How much do I owe you?” Beca asked.

 Chloe waved off her question. “Don’t worry about it! My treat.”

 “Are you sure?” Beca said, “It’s not a problem, I can pay you back.”

 “You can pay next time.” Chloe said.

 “Oh, okay. Sure.” Beca said. She took a sip of her drink before she realized what Chloe just said. She choked a little. “Next time?”

 “Yeah! It’s not like this is the last time we’ll get lunch together for the rest of our lives.” Chloe said.

 “Right. Yeah.”

 Lunch seemed to fly by, in Beca’s mind. Before she knew it, they were packing up their trash and throwing it out. As they were heading to the door, they were stopped by a woman calling out Chloe’s name. Chloe stopped and squealed when she saw who it was.

 “OMG hi!” Chloe said. She hugged the woman.

 “Hi! Long time no see!” She said, “And who’s your girlfriend?”

 Beca was about to correct her when Chloe spoke up.

 “This is Beca, we work together.” Chloe said. Beca gave an awkward wave.

 “Dating at work? Chloe you dirty bird!”

 Chloe shrugged but didn’t say anything.

 “We should go.” Beca said suddenly, “It’s getting late and we only have an hour break.”

 “Of course!” The woman winked at Beca, “Call me later Chlo, and we’ll get drinks or something.”

 “Totes!”

 Beca kept giving Chloe weird looks the entire way back to their office. She didn’t know why Chloe didn’t correct the woman that they weren’t dating. Beca hoped she wasn’t reading the situation wrong and that was just two coworkers who might be friends getting lunch and not a date.

 “What’s with the looks?” Chloe asked.

 “You told her we were dating.”

 “That’s just Stacie.” Chloe shrugged, “Date to her just means hook up.”

 “But we’re not hooking up.” Beca said.

 “Not yet.” Chloe winked.

 Beca sputtered as she tried to think of a response. Chloe stopped and smirked at her. Beca realized they were in front of their building. Beca shook her head and walked through the door.

 ***

 “Woohoo!” Chloe said, “We’re finally done!”

 “Yay.” Beca said.

 “Come on!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s shoulders and shook her. “Show some enthusiasm! We finished the really boring project no one else wanted!”

 Beca smiled, “Yay!” She gave a small fist bump.

 “Close enough!”

 Beca had to admit, her and Chloe were a good team. They worked well together. The project took half as long as it should have and Beca knew she wouldn’t have been able to do it with anyone but Chloe. In all honesty, Beca was a little sad that the project was over. Not because she enjoyed the work, because it was terrible and she hated every minute of it, but because she wouldn’t be working with Chloe anymore.

 Beca returned to her normal work and Chloe to hers. Mr. Higgins was impressed with their work and congratulated Beca on her ability to work with others. Everything went back to normal for Beca, except, she found that she missed working with Chloe. Not working, she missed spending time with her. Beca tried to ignore what she was feeling, after all, she wasn’t the type to initiate friendships.

 “Hey Beca.” Chloe whispered from her desk. Beca felt her mood brighten instantly.

 “Yeah?”

 “What are you doing later?” Chloe asked. Beca checked her calendar even though she knew she was doing nothing.

 “I don’t have anything planned.” She said. Chloe grinned.

 “Do you want to get dinner?”

 “Yes.” Beca said without hesitation.

 “Awes! I’ll pick you up at 6?”

 “Yeah, sounds good.”

 Chloe smiled and went back to her desk. Beca watched her for a moment before she returned to her own work. She smiled as she thought about her new dinner plans.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Don’t You Love Me? 9- Darling, I Can’t Seem To Quit [Steve Rogers x Reader]

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Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of addiction, self destructive behavior, cussing, explicit language, mentions of sex.

Summary: Past never stays in the past.

Word Count: 3659

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Gif’s not mine!

How was it that after years on the run, his voice still managed to give you goosebumps and made you fill with an urge to run away?

It didn’t matter where you’d run. Anywhere but there. Anywhere that he couldn’t get in contact with you, anywhere-

Wishful fucking thinking. There was no way you’d ever get somewhere he couldn’t get to you.

You could feel the panic roaring through your system and you clenched your fists, trying to pull yourself together. You felt like you would actually pass out from fear because the room was spinning around you in full pace and your legs felt way too weak, but you managed to open your eyes and blink fast in order to get your vision back before digging your fingernails into your palms.

“Don’t call me that, asshole.”

Thank God your voice was stronger than how you felt.

He tsk tsked. “Denial gets you nowhere, Y/N. I thought I taught you that.”

You bit inside your cheek hard enough to make it bleed, then turned around. He looked just like how you remembered him, even his arrogant smirk hadn’t changed. His hair was shorter but the way his eyes shone with that dangerous light was exactly the same.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Tony spoke for the first time as Steve took a step towards you, as if he wanted to come closer to make you feel better, stronger even. You grabbed your phone, typing in the password, then stole a look at the computer beside you.

“I’m Trent,” he smiled, “Nice to meet you, Mr. Stark. I heard so much about you,”

“Well that makes it awkward, because I didn’t hear anything about you,” Tony stated, frowning deeply and Natasha walked towards you to stand by your side, as if trying to console you.

“I see that you’re good friends with my wife-”

“I’m not your wife,” You stated, focused on your phone and Trent chuckled.

“We got married-“

“Did we though?” You looked up from the phone and raised your brows, “Show me documentation. It doesn’t exist.”

Trent’s jaw clenched, “Well, that’s because someone hacked into the state’s system and deleted the electronic copy-“

“Yeah, someone…”

“And because of an unfortunate accident on the same day, the hard copies caught fire.”

“Unfortunate accident, yeah. They never found the person, did they?”

Trent looked as if he had tasted something sour for a second, “Nope. Unfortunately.”

“Okay, full offense, you look like a dickhead-”

“Tony!” Pepper whispered and Tony shrugged,

“He does. He got this whole Bond Villain thing going on, do you have a cat too? A spinning leather chair? Why were you trying to steal my files, Trent?”

“You were getting too close,” Trent smiled, “I thought I could introduce myself. After all, we’re both businessmen, aren’t we? We know how business wor- Y/N, it’s rude to be on your phone while we’re talking.”

You ignored him until you punched in the code, then looked up,

“Look at the computer on your right.”

“I’m sorry-?”

“What, did you think you were the only person who has been keeping tabs, fuckhead? Look at the computer on your right.”

Trent turned his head and frowned, “I’m sorry, are you actually pointing a satellite at me?”

“Your office is still in that skyscraper you own, isn’t it?”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t try me, you compensating motherfucker.”

“You can hack a satellite?” Tony mumbled and you shrugged, still holding the phone tight.

“You can’t?”

“Speaking of that,” Trent said, “Keeping tabs. I gotta say, I don’t approve your past time activities.”

“There’s a solution for that, you should go and fuck yours-“

“All those people you’ve been sleeping with…” he tsk tsked “And now I find out that you’ve been seeing Captain America.”

And just like that, the room went silent.

"It's nice to finally meet you Cap." 

"Can't say the same, son."  Steve spoke for the first time, and unlike how you felt, his voice was under control, as if everything was okay. 

As if there was nothing wrong.

His calmness had a hint of authority in it, and that was more than enough to send a shiver down your spine. 

Okay, what the fuck? 

You really weren't supposed to be turned on right now. 

Trent's eyebrows rose, "I see," he said "Let's skip the small talk then." 

"Let's."

"Steve, don't-" 

"Sunshine, I am talking here." Trent cut you off and your eyes narrowed, the fury spreading through you. 

"You piece of-" 

"You're looking for trouble, Mr. Rogers." Trent cut you off, "I'd thread carefully." 

Steve smiled calmly and crossed his arms "I'm guessing your understanding of threading carefully means hiding behind a screen."  He stated “Like a coward.”

Trent's smile faded and Natasha shook her head. 

"You need to give me this guy’s address so that I can teach him some manners…" She muttered into your ear and you pursed your lips as Trent gritted his teeth, glaring at Steve before turning to you.

"You wanna know what I think, Y/N?"

You looked up at the screen "Not really Trent, no one fucking cares what you think." 

"I think you're doing it on purpose." Trent said "You went and found the one guy whom you knew I wouldn't stand, because you wanted to get my attention."

"Yeah asshole, because my whole life revolves around getting your attention." 

"You're trying my patience, sunshine. You know what happens when you do that." 

And just like that, all the muscles in your body clenched and the panic started bubbling at the pit of your stomach. The memories flooded your brain so fast that it almost made you wince but you managed to keep your expression as still as you could.

"I'll be in touch with you, Mr. Stark. We're interested in a program your company currently possesses, and I'd like to talk to you about that."

"Sorry, I don't do business with people my friends don't approve, and it’s obvious Y/N doesn’t approve you." 

"You haven't heard of our offer yet."

"Not interested." 

"You will be." Trent said as you felt something cold touching your shoulder and you flinched before you saw Bucky, squeezing your shoulder as if trying to assure you everything was fine. 

"Y/N?"

"Fuck off Trent." 

Trent smiled again "I'll see you really soon. We'll catch up, okay sunshine?" He nodded at Steve "It’ll be over his grave, so wear something nice." 

With that, the screen went dark and the room around you started spinning faster, panic flooding your system.

“Fuck this shit,” You managed to say, then grabbed your bag and stormed out of the room. 

                                         *

"Y/N, I'm serious, you need to stop." Jake said as he sat down across from you. Unlike before, you weren’t by the bar, but this time you had got yourself a table, figuring that less people would disturb you.

No such luck.

"You need to fuck off." You told Jake as you filled yourself another glass and he eyed you up and down.

"I'm cutting you off."

"Do I need to threaten you again?" 

"Threaten me all you want. You downed one full bottle, I'm surprised you can even see straight-"

"Listen, I'm not in the mood," you said, "Go back to work, and leave me alone." 

"What happened?"

You slammed the glass down "Leave me the fuck alone!" You snapped and he looked taken aback for a second before he licked his lips. 

"Don't leave okay? I'll take you home when I’m done."

"I'm not going home."

"To the Avengers Tower then." 

"I'm not going there either. What part of leave me alone don't you get?" 

"Y/N, you can't-"

"Thank you Jake," both you and Jake turned your heads when you heard a voice "I'll take it from here." 

You had no idea whether it was due to whiskey in your system or Steve was actually there, at the sleazy bar. Unlike how you felt, he looked as if everything was under control as he shed his brown leather jacket and rolled up his sleeves while Jake stood up and Steve sat down next to you.

"And a glass please." 

"You don't drink." You mumbled at Steve who shrugged. 

"I don't get drunk, there's a difference." 

You pursed your lips as Jake brought Steve a glass.

“Here, sir.”

“Thank you,” Steve said as he filled it, and Jake walked away. You raised your brows, watching him.

"You drank all of it by yourself?" He asked as he lifted the almost empty bottle and you nodded silently, looking down at the glass. 

"Yeah." 

"We gotta introduce you to Thor." 

"You should leave." You muttered, turning the glass between your hands. You couldn't take it, him being all perfect, not right now. 

"Why's that doll?" 

The sweet nickname made you pause at the warmth spreading through you but only for a second. 

"You know why,” You answered fractiously and he shrugged again,

"Not how it works." 

"I can tell you something that could make you run away."

"Hm, and what is that?" 

You gulped and reached into your pocket to pull the very small bag filled with drugs. You held it up, waiting for him to go away but he only clenched his jaw before his intense gaze fell on you. 

"I didn't… take any." You muttered "I haven’t, yet- I've just... I've been considering it for the last two hours." 

Steve extended his hand silently, motioning for you to give it and you tilted your head. 

"I'm not good with authority, Cap." 

"You would've taken them already if you really wanted to.”

“Yeah well, maybe I’m still considering-”

“Y/N,” his voice was gentle, “That's not the solution, you know that." 

You gritted your teeth and hesitated for a second before you placed the tiny plastic bag into his palm. 

"Where did you even get them?" 

You shrugged "I have a past, so..." You bit on your lip "You should bail." 

"What?" 

"You've heard what he-" you swallowed "He's coming for me, Steve." 

“Let him. We’ll be ready.”

You chuckled bitterly, “We?”

“Yeah, all of us. Me, Bucky- Buck hated him too by the way- and Tony, and have you seen Nat? I mean if I were him, I’d be more terrified of Nat more than all of us combined. She will place his head on a freaking stick, I’m just hoping she will let me watch.”

You wiped at your nose with the back of your hand, “You don’t know him.” You mumbled, “You don’t know what he’s capable of, I just…” Your voice cracked, “I don’t want to be here anymore, I want to go home.”

“Okay, let’s-“

“Not to my apartment. Home.”

Steve paused, “Where’s that?”

You sniffled and twirled the glass around, watching tiny droplets move, “Somewhere he won’t-“ you cleared your throat, “Somewhere safe. There’s no such a thing anymore, is there?”

“Come to the Tower with me.”

You shook your head, “They’ll have questions and I don’t want to talk to anyone. Besides Tower isn’t safe either.”

“I’ll be there, Y/N. Trust me, it’s safe.”

“Yeah well, he could still get me-“

“Over my dead body.”

“Yeah Steve, that was his plan, weren’t you listening?” You put the glass down to see him better but he didn’t look worried at all.

“He’s not gonna kill me.”

You gritted your teeth, “You missed the part where he failed to mention his last name then?”

“What’s his-“

“Besides, I don’t-“ You motioned at him, “I don’t deserve this whole thing. I- I hacked you.”

“Hacked me?”

“Got into your phone, pried into your privacy. I know stuff about you that you don’t think I know- I even went through your google searches – sex on the beach is really a drink by the way, want me to order that or will you leave before that?”

“Y/N, why would I leave?”

“Damn it, Steve-” you shook your head, “I wasn’t supposed to do that, okay? That’s- that’s like really rude and Fury told me not to, and I did it anyway-“

“You know, I got into lots of fights back in forties,” Steve cut you off, “Bucky kept telling me not to. I did it anyway.”

“Nice to know some things don’t change.”

“The point is,” Steve said, “Sometimes you just can’t do what people tell you to do. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, it just means you have your own rules.”

You stared at the glass for a couple of seconds as you tried to pull yourself together.

“I don’t…” you mumbled, “I don’t want anyone to lay a finger on me. That’s my rule now.”

Steve nodded slowly, “May I help you establish that rule, then?”

You could feel the sob climbing to your throat so you just nodded and wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face to his rock hard chest. He held you tight, as if you would disappear if he didn’t, and pressed his nose to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your hair. You stayed like that for almost a minute, in silence, wrapped in the scent of him before you felt him rubbing your back, shivers coming back with full force.

“Come on doll. Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

                                          *

You hugged Steve’s brown leather jacket tighter around your body, trying to inhale his cologne as discreetly as you could while you followed him up the stairs. For some reason, your heart was still slamming against your ribcage as you thought about the possibilities, but you chastised yourself in your head, since when were you getting nervous around guys?

“Steve, Fury called-“ you heard Sharon’s voice and you froze on your tracks, holding the handrail tight, unsure whether you should take those last steps but Sharon, being a well-trained agent immediately sensed your presence and turned her head. She paused only for a second before she looked between you and Steve, her eyebrows raised.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had company,” she said, leaning back to her open door, “It’s Y/N, right? I saw you in SHIELD headquarters before.”

You tried to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, but jacket’s sleeves were too long for that so you just ended up brushing the sleeve against your hair, “Yeah. Hi.”

“What did Fury say?” Steve asked as he unlocked his door and you climbed up the last two steps, still feeling like you were intruding in a way. Sharon stole a look at you before she smiled at Steve.

“Nothing that can’t wait,” she said calmly, “Have a nice night. Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Um- yeah totally, you too.”

Awkward…

She closed the door behind her as you approached Steve, then stepped inside his apartment, looking around. He followed you suit and closed the door before switching on the light, and you bit on your lip.

“What would the neighbors think just got much more serious.” You mumbled, making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“You sure she’ll be fine with it? I don’t wanna-“ You shrugged slightly, “Fuck shit up.”

That seemed to make him smile while you followed him deeper into his apartment. It was a nice and cozy apartment, Steve’s characteristics reflecting on objects here and there. There were couple of framed black and white photos on the walls –who even framed photos anymore?-  and his shield was leaned against the wall, as if he had just remembered not to take it with him on his way out. A few books about World War II were scattered on the coffee table and on the corner, he had a phonograph.

“There’s nothing going on.”

“Hm?” You turned your head “What?”

“With- uh…With Sharon. There’s nothing like that.”

You scoffed, “She wants to jump on you.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, as if taken back by your outspokenness, “I’m sure you’re wrong.”

“Women can sense that shit, Rogers.” You muttered as you looked out the window. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. When was the last time you ate something?”

“I drank whiskey,”

Steve shot you a reprimanding look, “As in actual food?”

You thought for a second, “Can we make popcorn?”

“...That’s- Y/N, that’s not actual food.”

“It’s my comfort food,” You shrugged, and he looked like he would say no, then shook his head slightly, as if annoyed at himself for giving in. He made his way to the open kitchen and you shamelessly eyed him up and down, and leaned to the kitchen island.

“Sorry about tonight.”

Steve looked at you over his shoulder for a second before he spilled some popcorn into the pot, “What’re you talking about?”

“You know what,” You muttered, dragging your fingernails on the smooth surface, “Everything. I’m sure- I’m sure you have questions-“

“I don’t.”

You frowned, “What?”

“I don’t have any questions. Whenever you want to tell me, you’ll tell me.”

For some reason, that was more than enough to make tears fill your eyes and yet, you found yourself smiling before you took a shaky breath, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

“You know, I made my research. A little.”

“Hm?”

“About how dates worked in 1940s.” You touched the phone and the music filled the room, making him turn his attention to you.

“…And you’re supposed to dance on a date.” You held out your hand and he shot you a look, then shook his head, as if he was embarrassed all of a sudden.

“I’m not a good dancer.”

“And I’m drunk as fuck Steve, we make the perfect pair.”

“I don’t even know this song.”

“It’s my sex song- I’m joking!” You pulled at his hand, “Come on. It’s not very gentleman like to turn down a girl’s dance request, you know. What would forties’ etiquette say?”

He heaved a sigh but let you pull him closer and his arm sneaked around your waist, making you giggle. The soft popping sounds of popcorn filled the air along with the music and you bit on your lip as he swayed you, then you looked up at him as he entwined his fingers with yours.

“What?” he asked gently and you shrugged,

“You’re really pretty, Rogers.”

A faint pinkness adorned his cheekbones, making you smile but he played it cool,

“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.”

“Sucks to be you.” You muttered, “Why aren’t you running for the hills, Cap?”

“Never been the type.” he said silently, as if the minute he talked louder, the magic would disappear. You couldn’t help to smile.

“But you know I’m trouble, right?”

“Oh definitely.”

“That doesn’t scare you?”

“Nah,” he shrugged, “Buck says I have a thing for trouble anyway. Why bother proving him wrong? I’d never hear the end of it.”

You could barely feel him pulling your body closer to his as your heartbeat got faster, and for a second it worried you that he could hear it. You didn’t know why, but you were much, much more nervous around him than any other person, and yet it didn’t make you uncomfortable. It was the same feeling as you had riding a rollercoaster, excitement filled with glee.

“You should check the popcorn.” You muttered and the corners of his lips turned upwards.

“It can wait,” he muttered, his breath warm on your lips and you closed your eyes as you saw him leaning in, excitement washing over you, making your heartbeat go crazy but you were snapped out of your bliss before his lips could even touch yours.

“Rogers!” Natasha’s voice was accompanied by the pounding on the door, “You came back home? Seriously?”

You opened your eyes when you heard Steve’s impatient sigh, as if he was as annoyed as you were.

“What is this music?” You heard Bucky’s voice and a small laugh escaped your lips.

“Is it normal to hate your friends sometimes?” You wondered out loud as Steve pulled back.

“Sorry about this,” he said and made his way to door, then opened it. From the sounds of it, Bucky had just walked in and Natasha was on the phone, following him.

“Guys…”

“Yeah, me neither Pepper.” She said and Bucky heaved a sigh.

“I thought you were outside looking for-“

“Hey there Barnes.” You walked to hall and waved at him, while Steve looked between you,

“Y/N?” Natasha said as soon as she saw you, still on the phone, “No- Pepper, she’s fine, we’re at Steve’s place. No no- you don’t have to-” She stopped talking as Pepper probably hung up and Bucky cleared his throat, as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Your ex husband is a prick.”

Steve shut his eyes for a second, as if praying for patience and you pursed your lips, then nodded and threw up a peace sign.

“Word, man.”

“Potts is coming by to see if you’re okay,” Natasha held up her phone, as if now realizing she had interrupted something, her expression full of regret. “So Tony is probably coming too, to drop her off. Sorry.”

“O- oh? Good-”

“Did we…interrupt something?”

You exchanged glances with Steve, who looked as lost as you were,

“Nah you didn’t,” You waved a hand in the air dismissively and Steve seemed to get the clue because he shook his head fervently.

“No, not really.”

“Yeah nothing was happening.”

“Sure, just… you know. Nothing.”

A silence fell upon all of you and you could tell that neither Bucky nor Natasha bought your lies, but in the end, Bucky heaved a sigh.

“Well since we ruined something, we might as well eat the popcorn.” Bucky said as he and Natasha walked past you and you leaned your back to the wall, huffing out a curt laughter.

“Come on then Cap,” You pushed yourself off the wall as Steve let out an impatient whine, throwing his head back “Good things come to those who wait.”

Chapter 10 is here! 

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[paramedicsuicide]

First responder suicide -- PTSD, or something else?

Its 1:30am. I sit on my computer in complete darkness, having just slept for the past 10 hours. As a Paramedic in a suburb of a relatively small US city, I work 12 hours shifts for 4 straight days. I get 4 days off to recuperate after that, and at this point in my career those days are essential for my survival. Many of my co-workers are not lucky enough to be able to stop at just 4 days, and must work additional overtime shifts in order to make ends meet. The private EMS industry has relatively low wages nationwide. We are the "red headed step child" of emergency services, often hiding in the shadows of police officers, firefighters, and nurses. There is no such thing as a "typical" shift when working in EMS. There are the occasional shifts where I will sit in the parking lot of the local convenience store chain for 12 straight hours without picking up a single patient. The glow of my cell phone screen illuminating my face for each passing person to see the life draining out of my body. The boredom sets in after hour 2.  My legs and butt hurt. I am hungry, but I can't tell if its true hunger or just my body telling me to get up and move. I decide to walk inside to browse the aisles of colorful treats, getting nauseous at the thought of eating "lunch" out of a gas station at midnight for the 3rd day in a row. Despite my disgust, I walk outside with 2,000 or more calories of junk food at a time in an attempt to eat myself to death. "Ill be diabetic by the end of the week" I say to my partner as I open my fudge dipped granola bar. As the career of a first responder goes on, most quickly start to pack on the pounds like a bear preparing for winter. Company policy prevents you from sleeping during your shift, so your food (if you can call it that) is washed down with 16oz of your favorite energy drink to keep you awake and ready to pick grandma up off the floor when she attempts her 2am bathroom run. I have palpitations from all the caffeine. Hopefully one day those PVC's turn into an arrhythmia and the lord takes me. "Anything to get out of this job" I say, as I polish off my second monster of the night.  Morning rolls around. 50mg of benadryl will help me fall asleep after drinking energy drinks all night long. I have severe shift sleep disorder. I am depressed. I just want to sleep. I wake up ready to go after just 4 hours of sleep. Great. Another night of pounding monsters. I punch in 15 minutes early for my next shift and am assigned a call before I am even scheduled to start. I am the only ambulance available in the surrounding 15 square miles of suburbia, and that trend will continue for the next 12 hours. Call after call, I don't have time to finish my paperwork before being sent on the next run. Its 11pm and dispatch calls my unit number for the 5th time today-- "With the fire department for a 1 year old post choking". I have taken 50 calls of the same nature before and say out loud-- "Great, another bullshit call". Every day, nervous parents call 911 over the slightest cough or sniffle which eventually numbs you to the potential of a true pediatric emergency. Its never a real emergency. Until it is. Rolling up on scene after the fire department, I grab my house bag and begin to waddle towards the low income apartment building for the third time this week. I think -- "I should have brought the tablet for a signature so I don't have to walk back outside". Suddenly, a firefighter rounds the corner carrying a limp child like he is holding an offering platter. "That's not good" I blurt out , going from zero to 100 in the snap of a finger. The firefighter tells me the child was eating chicken and rice when he began to choke.  As my partner digs out the pediatric bag valve mask that has been sitting unused in the house bag for an unknown number of years, I set up the suction, only to find an unresponsive, apneic child with a clenched jaw. "That doesn't make sense" I think to myself as I try to peel apart his tiny jaw without any luck. Thank god-- he has a gap in his front tooth that fits a small, 12fr suction catheter. I start to go through the motions. Is he seizing? Nope. Any trauma visible or reported? No. Mom was asked again-- and again says the child was sitting up, eating, and suddenly started choking. What is going on here? With little to be done on scene, I rush to the small local hospital, nervous that the next squeeze of the bag could lodge a piece of food in this kids airway. I am getting good air exchange but his spo2 isn’t amazing. He must have aspirated. Great news. He is now moving his arms, and his eyes just opened. Wait, why is his jaw still clenched? That's not great news. This kid hasn't made a noise. What the fuck is going on. As I roll the stretcher into the small emergency room closest to the scene, I am greeted with that dreaded sentence from the ER Physician-- "why did you bring him here and not children's hospital".  I bite my tongue-- its not the time to have that fight. The kid is now posturing. A few minutes go by and the doctor asks me to get my laryngoscope because the emergency room is not currently stocked with the proper pediatric equipment. Maybe he was right. The thoughts start rushing through my head-- "they are going to kill this kid. I should have just risked it and bypassed. It was only an extra 7 minutes or so further". As I sit there and wait for the next order, new thoughts take over. "Someone shook this kid. There is no other explanation".  Hypertensive, bradycardic, posturing. But mom said he was choking on rice? Where would she get that from? Hmm. She doesn't seem as concerned as a mother should be. She answers a text message while being questioned by the police.  She has yet to ask anyone how her son is doing. The texts start to come in to my phone. "Are you ok?". "I hear you had a bad call. You guys ok?" "WTF was that all about?". I am fine. Any provider who plans to have a lengthy career has to distance themselves from their patients. I can think back to every "bad" call I've taken, and never once have I been able to recall processing a patients face. Its not important. What they look like is irrelevant to my job. Its the circle of life. Some people live, some people die. Its my job to try and make that circle a little bit bigger if I can. Sometimes you are successful, sometimes you aren't. You have to come to terms with that early on. Minutes after calling in service from restocking, the radio chimes my unit number again. "Cold response to the fitness center for a hand laceration". I arrive on scene to find a psych standing out front in his blue paper clothes, clearly having been to an emergency room at least once today. “Hop on in buddy-- take a seat” I say as I shake my head. We drive him 3 blocks down the street to the same emergency room we left just a couple hours prior. I am not greeted like one would expect. Not with "Hello", not with "whats the chief complaint". I am greeted with a sentence that is never good news. "Did you hear?". Our child from earlier had been emergently transferred 6 miles away to the childrens hospital by a specialty transport team. The news from them was not good. "That kid -- he has a brain bleed". My suspicions were confirmed. He was never choking. Someone hurt this kid and tried to cover it up. I know how to handle this, because its not even the first time this situation has happened to me. People hurt kids often enough that I am not even shocked. Stories like this don't make the news *for a reason*. People cant handle stuff like this. No one needs to know that savages live in apartment 3. Some people have to know though. WE have to know. Its not OK. I talk about suicide often. My previous partner was a veteran and has PTSD from being deployed overseas. He has had many friends commit suicide after returning from war, and was concerned about my mental health. That should concern me. He would ask me once a week-- "Are you sure you are ok?".  My little comments here and there come off as jokes to most people. "Id rather die than come into work tonight". "Pull out in front of this semi truck-- we wont feel a thing I promise". "Stage for police? Fuck that. I hope I get shot". In reality, its not a joke. I am not suicidal at this point in my life-- I am apathetic about living. I'm not going to take my own life, but I am definitely not excited when I wake up each morning. This feeling has slowly crept up on me over my almost 10 year career as a paramedic. I tell myself daily that I need to get out before its too late. What will be the breaking point where I become truly suicidal?  I have to answer one question before I leave. "Where will I go?"   I am burnt out. Everyone says "go to nursing school", but the passion-- the fire inside that makes you want to help people has been extinguished for years. Where can you go at 30+ years old with a paramedic certification and no useful degree. I have made financial commitments at my age that makes starting from scratch somewhere at entry level wages an impossibility. What can I do? Where can I go? I am stuck. This job is like quick sand, and I'm up to my shoulders. If I struggle much more it will be above my head. We get to see what goes on behind the curtains of society. How much would you enjoy a magic show if you knew how the magic was performed? That is what life is like for many first responders. Members of the general public get to wear blinders during their day to day lives. There are people who post rants to facebook if the garbage man didn't put their garbage can back in the correct spot. A terrible day for a typical person is a flat tire on the way home from work. They have no idea what happens in their town or city on a day to day basis. They have NO IDEA that 3 doors down, a husband beat the shit out of his wife for the 4rd time this year and she wont tell the police what happened. They have NO IDEA that people call an ambulance from the parking lot of an emergency room because they don't want to wait in the waiting room.  They have NO IDEA that someone in apartment 3 just hurt their baby and tried to cover it up. But we know. We see it all. I have talked with a lot of people who have similar feelings. Its due to me being so open about my apathy towards life. People who I see every day, smiling at their coworkers and telling war stories and laughing. You would never guess these people were at the end of their ropes-- fighting off their own demons. "Make sure they have bagpipes at my funeral". I don't try and talk these people down because they don't want help. How could I help anyways? You cant just "un-know" the things we know. These people just feel comfort in the fact that they aren't alone. I have been lucky that none of these people have taken their lives yet. I know the day is coming. Its been a long time since a co-worker has committed suicide, and the statistics say we are over-due. How will I handle it?

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Humans Are Weird: Women’s Edition Part VII

We last left off with Jay’va and Co. meeting up with Vallion, Fatima, and the now not-missing Nero’ish. The group was chased down the hall by large, yet nimble space pirate goons and luckily suffered no injuries, probably because the goons shoot like Star Wars Stormtroopers. And luckily they aren’t bright enough to search the ventilation shafts no one is allowed to be in because of health reasons.

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“Huh?” Vallion was still confused.

Fatima sighed. “Cyborg in a spacesuit in space with space pirates. Space pirates have their own ships. Get it?”

It took a moment, but it finally clicked for Vallion. “Spacesuits keeps him alive in space and space pirates retrieve him because he’s cargo. Great Saolo, you’re a genius, Fatima!”

“I know I am,” she said, nudging them with her tiny form.

“Ah-hmm,” Nero’ish loudly cleared her throat and brought everyone’s attention onto her. “Hate to break up this happy realization party, but we’re still stuck here. The pirates have likely captured the rest of the crew.”

Fatima made a sour face at Nero’ish. “Weren’t you the one who was just squealing out about space pirates a moment ago?”

Nero’ish shrugged. “That was before learning Col. Matthews was sucked into space.”

Jay’va regained her composure, but continued to clutch onto the hope Fatima had given her. “We can make it out of this. We can rescue everyone.” Jay’va had to believe it. Hope was the most precious human concept she knew of. It kept her going whenever she felt like a failure, and now it would keep her going until she reunited with Cyborg.

“Okay,” Vallion said, once again gaining their collective attentions, “so what’s our plan, Col. Jay’va?”

Everyone fell silent as they considered Vallion’s words. Yes, what was their plan? Jay’va had only thought of rescuing Cyborg and the rest of their crewmates. She hadn’t thought further than that. “Well,” she said, stalling while her brain wracked up something, anything. “Let’s regroup with the engineers, before they send someone else out.”

“That’s a start,” Vallion affirmed before they were on their way.

During the last three hours, Murakami’s ship had been forcefully boarded and her crew attacked. By space pirates. Space. Pirates. She and Balogh had only been screwing with Vallion about space pirates for the sake of screwing around. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect her ship to be subjected to space pirates.

But here she was, sitting powerless in her captain’s chair with two armed goons on either side as her crew was rounded up like wild mustangs and shuffled off the ship through the makeshift interlink the pirates built between their ship and hers. It was an eyesore to see the interlink in the place of the monitor screens. Pirates really had no finesse. If they wanted to board the ship, they should have done so in the hangars. They could keep the ship’s crew in the large room and have access to the fighters. But these are pirates and apparently they’re too dumb to process such things, she sourly thought as she remembered how the pirates literally latched onto and welded into the Comm Tower.

And that wasn’t the least of her worries, aside from having her crew branded like cattle and force one-by-one onto the other ship. Murakami had to worry about her crew itself. The pirates couldn’t access the crew list due to the EMP shockwave that knocked out the ship’s computer systems. It wasn’t a particularly bright idea to do that, so she was left dealing with the aftermath. What was the aftermath? Well, the aftermath was the agonizing process of verbally confirming the identity, age, and specialty of each and every member of her crew to the pirates because she was the captain of the ship and she had every face and name memorized.

But they don’t care, she thought as she verbally confirmed the identity of yet another one of her crewmates. “Michael Raphael Bates, age 38 Earthen years, specialist in computer weapons technology and development,” she affirmed before they seared the brand onto his skin. She couldn’t get used to it, seeing her crewmates, her friends, be tortured. Their screams were seared into her memory like their brands were into their skin.

And yes, some of them, actually many of them, tried to hold in the pain, stubbornly refusing to give any satisfaction to the pirates. It made her proud to see their resilience. But it also drowned her in guilt. They wouldn’t have to behave so stubbornly if only she had acted faster, been more effective. The only thing she could do now was cooperate with the pirates, so they would not abuse her crew more.

And keep them from capturing everyone as well.

Bates makes one-ninety-six, but their still short and they don’t know it. Including me, that leaves only sixteen others here in the Comm Tower. I told them they were the last of the crew, she thought, but they don’t know about Vallion, the colonels and their crews, or about the engineering team. With any luck, they can hide out and contact A.F. HQ, she prayed as she again began confirming the identity of yet another crewmate, this time a young H’hishian cadet.

However, she didn’t have that sort of luck because the pirate mission leader’s Comm device came to life. <<“Snell, it’s Lux. We found a least two dozen more of the crew on the lower levels,”>> announced the voice, <<“and more could be hiding below.”>> Ah shit.

Snell turned to snarl at Murakami as they replied to their crewmate. She averted her gaze. “Is that so, Lux? At least two dozen, maybe more? Well, be sure to capture ‘em alive and unharmed then. We wouldn’t want ta damage any of our goods now, eh?”

<<“Aye, sir.”>> Lux signed out and left the Comm Tower in silence.

Ah-oh, Murakami steeled herself against whatever was going to happen next. And next was maniacal laughter from Snell. Ooooh, this isn’t good. Nope. Not good at all. Oh Kannon, please help me. She truly needed the help of the bodhisattva of compassion because Snell was now up close and breathing in her personal space bubble. “Oh God, your breath,” she nearly gagged.

“AAARGH!” Snell lashed out, backhanding her in the face and nearly ripping her out of her seat. “YOU PATHETIC APE! YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OUTTA ME?” They roared over her, digging their claws deep into her forearms. “HUH? YOU TOLD ME THIS ‘ERE WAS EVERYONE OF YER CREW, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU WERE LYIN’ TA ME, APE!” They punctuated their rant with another backslap.

“Fuck you,” she hissed before Hell broke loose.

The remaining members of her crew to roar to life, making one last stand against the pirates, trying to protect her. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” “YA BASSA, SHUT YE GEGGIE!” “PICK ON SOMEONE YER OWN SIZE, YA LEATHER-ASS!” “FIGHT ME, YA SORRY EXCUSE FOR A COOKILIAN!” “GET THE FUCK OFF ME, METALHEAD! LET ME AT ‘EM!!” She forced herself not to flinch as they were all beaten down by the pirate crew. She forced herself not to sob as she watched them all try to stand back up, still hissing and pissing at the pirates.

But she still kept her composure. Even with her crew still screaming epithets at Snell and with her eyes still watering from the backhand, Murakami kept her composure. “Mx. Snell, I need not make a fool of you when you do it so well yourself―” Another stinging backhand and another chorus of screams from her remaining crewmates. And then a sloppy punch to her face.

Crack.

Murakami felt warm blood gush down from her nose and stain her uniform. “Oh would you look at that. You got my uniform bloody,” she noted, receiving yet another round of abuse from Snell.

Snell was now fuming for sure. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! HUH?! YOU MISERABLE SOFT-SKINNED MEATBAG?! WELL, IT ISN’T AND THE REST OF YOUR CREW WILL SOON LEARN THAT ISN’T. NOW, TELL ME, WHO ARE THE REMAINING FLESH-BAGS!!!!”

Murakami chuckled. “If you were smart, which we all already know you aren’t, then you’d already know by now.” This time, instead of a fist or backhand, Murakami was ripped out of her chair and slammed against the control panels. Again.

And again.

And again.

She hadn’t realized her fell unconscious until she heard the shrill voices of her crew screaming her name and the pirates cursing over whether she was deceased or not. My everything aches, she thought, groaning as she tried to pick herself up. Note to self, never do that again without wearing a safety helmet.

“Well, well, you’re alive,” Snell sneered, a great deal calmer than she expect them to be.

Murakami coughed. “And you’re still as ugly as ever,” she shot back.

“WHY YOU―!” Snell sent a cheap kick to her ribcage. She wasn’t a medical doctor, but she was more than sure a few ribs cracked. “I’LL TEACH YOU SOME RESPECT!!!”

Murakami didn’t know where she was or how long she had blacked out, but what she was certain of was the aching of her body felt suspiciously numb. What happened? she faintly thought as she took in her surroundings. This looks like a med bay. But it wasn’t the one from the Moana. “Ow. Fuck,” she hissed, gripping her chest and simultaneously discovering her right hand was chained to the bed, as was her right foot.

“Don’t move around too much,” a disembodied voice advised, “or you’ll just give yourself more unnecessary pain.”

Ignoring the advice, Murakami sat up and searched for the source of the voice. When she did find it, she was soon left staring slack-jawed. “You, you’re a...” she said to the propagator H’hish sitting across the room from her.

“I’m the surgeon of this vessel, Master Krellion,” he explained as he stood up from his desk and turned off the holo-screen. “But you should be resting now, Lt. Gen. Murakami,” he drawled with a chilling smile.

Murakami shivered. It hadn’t taken her two seconds to realize, wherever she was, it wasn’t on an A.F. regulated vessel and that this wasn’t a typical H’hish. He didn’t look like most H’hish. He looked more like Vallion: Large as the average carrier H’hish. More muscular with more prominent dorsal plating. Sharper teeth...

“Where am I?” she demanded, ignoring the Krellion’s warning. “Where is my crew? What happened to them? Explain ―” she gasped as pain suddenly shot through her and contorted her body. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing through her chest and then some. “What the―?”

 “Tsk, I told you to rest,” Krellion admonished her as he fidgeted with his holo-screen. “Now, lay back down and I’ll continue you pain medication. After that, we can have a civil conversation, no? I’ll even answer all of your questions.”

Murakami managed to glower at him through the pain. His condescendingness was ear-grating. “You can be an asshole in so many other ways, you know,” she hissed through her teeth as she lied back down, submitting to his will.

Krellion wiggled his ears, clearly enjoying his dominance over her. “I’m glad you understand, Lt. General,” he said as he pulled up his holo-screen. “Now, to answer your questions...

You are in the med bay of the Frek’jon, an old warship from the days of the Great Quvian Civil Wars. It is an impressive vessel and functions just as it had when first manufactured. Your crew is divided between the med bay and the holding cells.

“And don’t worry, your crew is safe. I already had those with minor injuries from your earlier skirmish treated and assigned to the holding cells with the rest of your crew. The fools hiding in the lower levels suffered more major injuries, so they are recovering in others rooms on the med bay level.

“What?” she uttered as he again fidgeted with his holo-screen and almost immediately, her pain transformed into a distant throb.

Krellion spared her a brief glance. “Well, I don’t suppose you know anything after Snell’s abuse. In the lower levels of your measly vessel, thirty-seven of members of your crew put up a last stand. It was impressive. They even managed to blow up a few of the Pollikons grunts. Yet it was all in vain.”

Murakami lied silent as she processed what she heard. She didn’t know what a Pollikon was, but she did know the name of every human and H’hish that had to be in the lower levels when this occurred. If what Krellion said was correct, then the pirates were still short one person. Who could it be? Who? Xavier? Eld? Who? With her mind racing, it was difficult to think. Take a deep breath, Noriko. Take a deep breath and slowly release it. She closed her eyes for a moment and calmed herself. When she opened them, she was almost serene. Almost. “Please elaborate. What did my crew exactly do?”

Krellion was silent for a moment as he contemplated answering her before having his “Ah-ha!” moment. “Instead of elaborating, why don’t I show you? I actually enjoyed watching this holo-feed.” As he spoke, he fidgeted with his holo-screen once again, but this time the holo-screen on display depicted the Comm Tower of the Voyager Moana.

Apprehensively, she watched as he projected the holo-screen across from her and pulled up a seat beside her. From their positions, they could watch the holo-feed he had mentioned. Reclining in his seat like a child watching a holo-film at the theatre for the first time, Krellion said, “Just sit back and watch.”

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Humans Are Weird: Women’s Edition Part VII

We last left off with Jay’va and Co. meeting up with Vallion, Fatima, and the now not-missing Nero’ish. The group was chased down the hall by large, yet nimble space pirate goons and luckily suffered no injuries, probably because the goons shoot like Star Wars Stormtroopers. And luckily they aren’t bright enough to search the ventilation shafts no one is allowed to be in because of health reasons.

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“Huh?” Vallion was still confused.

Fatima sighed. “Cyborg in a spacesuit in space with space pirates. Space pirates have their own ships. Get it?”

It took a moment, but it finally clicked for Vallion. “Spacesuits keeps him alive in space and space pirates retrieve him because he’s cargo. Great Saolo, you’re a genius, Fatima!”

“I know I am,” she said, nudging them with her tiny form.

“Ah-hmm,” Nero’ish loudly cleared her throat and brought everyone’s attention onto her. “Hate to break up this happy realization party, but we’re still stuck here. The pirates have likely captured the rest of the crew.”

Fatima made a sour face at Nero’ish. “Weren’t you the one who was just squealing out about space pirates a moment ago?”

Nero’ish shrugged. “That was before learning Col. Matthews was sucked into space.”

Jay’va regained her composure, but continued to clutch onto the hope Fatima had given her. “We can make it out of this. We can rescue everyone.” Jay’va had to believe it. Hope was the most precious human concept she knew of. It kept her going whenever she felt like a failure, and now it would keep her going until she reunited with Cyborg.

“Okay,” Vallion said, once again gaining their collective attentions, “so what’s our plan, Col. Jay’va?”

Everyone fell silent as they considered Vallion’s words. Yes, what was their plan? Jay’va had only thought of rescuing Cyborg and the rest of their crewmates. She hadn’t thought further than that. “Well,” she said, stalling while her brain wracked up something, anything. “Let’s regroup with the engineers, before they send someone else out.”

“That’s a start,” Vallion affirmed before they were on their way.

During the last three hours, Murakami’s ship had been forcefully boarded and her crew attacked. By space pirates. Space. Pirates. She and Balogh had only been screwing with Vallion about space pirates for the sake of screwing around. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever expect her ship to be subjected to space pirates.

But here she was, sitting powerless in her captain’s chair with two armed goons on either side as her crew was rounded up like wild mustangs and shuffled off the ship through the makeshift interlink the pirates built between their ship and hers. It was an eyesore to see the interlink in the place of the monitor screens. Pirates really had no finesse. If they wanted to board the ship, they should have done so in the hangars. They could keep the ship’s crew in the large room and have access to the fighters. But these are pirates and apparently they’re too dumb to process such things, she sourly thought as she remembered how the pirates literally latched onto and welded into the Comm Tower.

And that wasn’t the least of her worries, aside from having her crew branded like cattle and force one-by-one onto the other ship. Murakami had to worry about her crew itself. The pirates couldn’t access the crew list due to the EMP shockwave that knocked out the ship’s computer systems. It wasn’t a particularly bright idea to do that, so she was left dealing with the aftermath. What was the aftermath? Well, the aftermath was the agonizing process of verbally confirming the identity, age, and specialty of each and every member of her crew to the pirates because she was the captain of the ship and she had every face and name memorized.

But they don’t care, she thought as she verbally confirmed the identity of yet another one of her crewmates. “Michael Raphael Bates, age 38 Earthen years, specialist in computer weapons technology and development,” she affirmed before they seared the brand onto his skin. She couldn’t get used to it, seeing her crewmates, her friends, be tortured. Their screams were seared into her memory like their brands were into their skin.

And yes, some of them, actually many of them, tried to hold in the pain, stubbornly refusing to give any satisfaction to the pirates. It made her proud to see their resilience. But it also drowned her in guilt. They wouldn’t have to behave so stubbornly if only she had acted faster, been more effective. The only thing she could do now was cooperate with the pirates, so they would not abuse her crew more.

And keep them from capturing everyone as well.

Bates makes one-ninety-six, but their still short and they don’t know it. Including me, that leaves only sixteen others here in the Comm Tower. I told them they were the last of the crew, she thought, but they don’t know about Vallion, the colonels and their crews, or about the engineering team. With any luck, they can hide out and contact A.F. HQ, she prayed as she again began confirming the identity of yet another crewmate, this time a young H’hishian cadet.

However, she didn’t have that sort of luck because the pirate mission leader’s Comm device came to life. <<“Snell, it’s Lux. We found a least two dozen more of the crew on the lower levels,”>> announced the voice, <<“and more could be hiding below.”>> Ah shit.

Snell turned to snarl at Murakami as they replied to their crewmate. She averted her gaze. “Is that so, Lux? At least two dozen, maybe more? Well, be sure to capture ‘em alive and unharmed then. We wouldn’t want ta damage any of our goods now, eh?”

<<“Aye, sir.”>> Lux signed out and left the Comm Tower in silence.

Ah-oh, Murakami steeled herself against whatever was going to happen next. And next was maniacal laughter from Snell. Ooooh, this isn’t good. Nope. Not good at all. Oh Kannon, please help me. She truly needed the help of the bodhisattva of compassion because Snell was now up close and breathing in her personal space bubble. “Oh God, your breath,” she nearly gagged.

“AAARGH!” Snell lashed out, backhanding her in the face and nearly ripping her out of her seat. “YOU PATHETIC APE! YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE A FOOL OUTTA ME?” They roared over her, digging their claws deep into her forearms. “HUH? YOU TOLD ME THIS ‘ERE WAS EVERYONE OF YER CREW, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU WERE LYIN’ TA ME, APE!” They punctuated their rant with another backslap.

“Fuck you,” she hissed before Hell broke loose.

The remaining members of her crew to roar to life, making one last stand against the pirates, trying to protect her. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” “YA BASSA, SHUT YE GEGGIE!” “PICK ON SOMEONE YER OWN SIZE, YA LEATHER-ASS!” “FIGHT ME, YA SORRY EXCUSE FOR A COOKILIAN!” “GET THE FUCK OFF ME, METALHEAD! LET ME AT ‘EM!!” She forced herself not to flinch as they were all beaten down by the pirate crew. She forced herself not to sob as she watched them all try to stand back up, still hissing and pissing at the pirates.

But she still kept her composure. Even with her crew still screaming epithets at Snell and with her eyes still watering from the backhand, Murakami kept her composure. “Mx. Snell, I need not make a fool of you when you do it so well yourself―” Another stinging backhand and another chorus of screams from her remaining crewmates. And then a sloppy punch to her face.

Crack.

Murakami felt warm blood gush down from her nose and stain her uniform. “Oh would you look at that. You got my uniform bloody,” she noted, receiving yet another round of abuse from Snell.

Snell was now fuming for sure. “YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?! HUH?! YOU MISERABLE SOFT-SKINNED MEATBAG?! WELL, IT ISN’T AND THE REST OF YOUR CREW WILL SOON LEARN THAT ISN’T. NOW, TELL ME, WHO ARE THE REMAINING FLESH-BAGS!!!!”

Murakami chuckled. “If you were smart, which we all already know you aren’t, then you’d already know by now.” This time, instead of a fist or backhand, Murakami was ripped out of her chair and slammed against the control panels. Again.

And again.

And again.

She hadn’t realized her fell unconscious until she heard the shrill voices of her crew screaming her name and the pirates cursing over whether she was deceased or not. My everything aches, she thought, groaning as she tried to pick herself up. Note to self, never do that again without wearing a safety helmet.

“Well, well, you’re alive,” Snell sneered, a great deal calmer than she expect them to be.

Murakami coughed. “And you’re still as ugly as ever,” she shot back.

“WHY YOU―!” Snell sent a cheap kick to her ribcage. She wasn’t a medical doctor, but she was more than sure a few ribs cracked. “I’LL TEACH YOU SOME RESPECT!!!”

Murakami didn’t know where she was or how long she had blacked out, but what she was certain of was the aching of her body felt suspiciously numb. What happened? she faintly thought as she took in her surroundings. This looks like a med bay. But it wasn’t the one from the Moana. “Ow. Fuck,” she hissed, gripping her chest and simultaneously discovering her right hand was chained to the bed, as was her right foot.

“Don’t move around too much,” a disembodied voice advised, “or you’ll just give yourself more unnecessary pain.”

Ignoring the advice, Murakami sat up and searched for the source of the voice. When she did find it, she was soon left staring slack-jawed. “You, you’re a...” she said to the propagator H’hish sitting across the room from her.

“I’m the surgeon of this vessel, Master Krellion,” he explained as he stood up from his desk and turned off the holo-screen. “But you should be resting now, Lt. Gen. Murakami,” he drawled with a chilling smile.

Murakami shivered. It hadn’t taken her two seconds to realize, wherever she was, it wasn’t on an A.F. regulated vessel and that this wasn’t a typical H’hish. He didn’t look like most H’hish. He looked more like Vallion: Large as the average carrier H’hish. More muscular with more prominent dorsal plating. Sharper teeth...

“Where am I?” she demanded, ignoring the Krellion’s warning. “Where is my crew? What happened to them? Explain ―” she gasped as pain suddenly shot through her and contorted her body. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing through her chest and then some. “What the―?”

“Tsk, I told you to rest,” Krellion admonished her as he fidgeted with his holo-screen. “Now, lay back down and I’ll continue you pain medication. After that, we can have a civil conversation, no? I’ll even answer all of your questions.”

Murakami managed to glower at him through the pain. His condescendingness was ear-grating. “You can be an asshole in so many other ways, you know,” she hissed through her teeth as she lied back down, submitting to his will.

Krellion wiggled his ears, clearly enjoying his dominance over her. “I’m glad you understand, Lt. General,” he said as he pulled up his holo-screen. “Now, to answer your questions...

You are in the med bay of the Frek’jon, an old warship from the days of the Great Quvian Civil Wars. It is an impressive vessel and functions just as it had when first manufactured. Your crew is divided between the med bay and the holding cells.

“And don’t worry, your crew is safe. I already had those with minor injuries from your earlier skirmish treated and assigned to the holding cells with the rest of your crew. The fools hiding in the lower levels suffered more major injuries, so they are recovering in others rooms on the med bay level.

“What?” she uttered as he again fidgeted with his holo-screen and almost immediately, her pain transformed into a distant throb.

Krellion spared her a brief glance. “Well, I don’t suppose you know anything after Snell’s abuse. In the lower levels of your measly vessel, thirty-seven of members of your crew put up a last stand. It was impressive. They even managed to blow up a few of the Pollikons grunts. Yet it was all in vain.”

Murakami lied silent as she processed what she heard. She didn’t know what a Pollikon was, but she did know the name of every human and H’hish that had to be in the lower levels when this occurred. If what Krellion said was correct, then the pirates were still short one person. Who could it be? Who? Xavier? Eld? Who? With her mind racing, it was difficult to think. Take a deep breath, Noriko. Take a deep breath and slowly release it. She closed her eyes for a moment and calmed herself. When she opened them, she was almost serene. Almost. “Please elaborate. What did my crew exactly do?”

Krellion was silent for a moment as he contemplated answering her before having his “Ah-ha!” moment. “Instead of elaborating, why don’t I show you? I actually enjoyed watching this holo-feed.” As he spoke, he fidgeted with his holo-screen once again, but this time the holo-screen on display depicted the Comm Tower of the Voyager Moana.

Apprehensively, she watched as he projected the holo-screen across from her and pulled up a seat beside her. From their positions, they could watch the holo-feed he had mentioned. Reclining in his seat like a child watching a holo-film at the theatre for the first time, Krellion said, “Just sit back and watch.”

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1: name: kaiden 2: age: 15 3: 3 fears: the ocean, being left alone, and uh basketballs (those r terrifying you’ve gotta admit) 4: 3 things i love: drawing, the cold weather, and pastel yellow 5: 4 turns on: people with eyes, people with a heart, people with a brain, and people who are nice (do u rly think i’m going to say NOT SAFE FOR WORK THINGS ON MY TOTALLY SAFE FOR WORK BLOG pshh what r u on about) 6: 4 turns off: rude people in general, too much sarcasm, does ~drugs~ (the illegal shit), very judgy. 7: my best friend: MY LITTLE BLUE HAIRED FUCKKKEERRR, or just my cousin lol 8: sexual orientation: pansexual with a preference for bois 9: my best first date: uh we went to go get ice cream and then went to their rooftop asdfghjk i haven’t been on many dates 10: how tall am i: 5″6 11: what do i miss: my home town and the cold weather 12: what time were i born: 2 AM 13: favorite color: yellow or blue 14: do i have a crush: nah not for now 15: favorite quote: “existence, well what does it matter. i exist on the best terms i can. the past is now part of my future, the present is well out of hand”- ian curtis (lol not the most inspiring but i love) 16: favorite place: a small cliff behind a restaurant in my hometown. 17: favorite food: kitkats, or ice cream 18: do i use sarcasm: not really, no 19: what am i listening to right now: Kool Thing by Sonic Youth 20: first thing i notice in new person: their way of speaking, or their eyes. 21: shoe size: 9 1/2 22: eye color: brown :/ 23: hair color: brown again :/ 24: favorite style of clothing: the late 70′s- early 80′s punk outfits asdfghj i wish i was cool enough to pull that off 25: ever done a prank call?: ye 27: meaning behind my url: well right now it’s pumpkinspiced-aliens and it’s because it’s halloween and i love aliens asdfghjk 28: favorite movie: donnie darko, or maybe rocky horror 29: favorite song: can’t choose :( 30: favorite band: twenty one pilots and close second would be the clash asdfghjk what a nerd amiright  31: how i feel right now: 40% empty and 60% unaware of my surroundings and thinking about how useless life is ::))) 32: someone i love: my bro 33: my current relationship status: v single 34: my relationship with my parents: i guess okay? idk  35: favourite holiday: halloween and christmas (i already bought a christmas phone case i’m fuckin prepared) 36: tattoos and piercing i have: ear piercings, no tattoos yet 37: tattoos and piercing i want: probs gages, but not that big maybe the size of pencil erasers,, also a tattoo of a flamingo because reasons. 38: the reason i joined tumblr: because i needed something to do on the weekends and reason to get out of bed 39: do i and my last ex hate each other?: no we’re friends and hang out sometimes, i just realized that they’re not the type of person i like, so eh 40: do i ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?: i fuckin wish :’( 41: have i ever kissed the last person i texted?: uh yeah 42: when did i last hold hands?: today with my idiot friend nayla jkjk ily 43: how long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: like 40 minutes maybe 44: have you shaved your legs in the past three days?: :p 45: where am i right now?: at home 46: if i were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: probs my friend caro cuz she would be there too 47: do i like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: depends,, if i’m angry or sad really loud, but when i’m ghosty and stuff at a normal level 48: do i live with my mom and dad?: yeah 49: am i excited for anything?: for the hiatus to be over asdfg jk but also moving out  50: do i have someone of the opposite sex i can tell everything to? : uh not really everything,, i don’t tell everything to anyone but yeah i guess i’ve got a few friends that i trust with some information 51: how often do i wear a fake smile?: more often than people think 52: when was the last time i hugged someone?: today  53: what if the last person i kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: i tried to kiss my brother on the cheek and we accidentally touched lips but yee, um, i would be cheering that girl on 54: is there anyone i trust even though i should not?: i’m the most paranoid person about this stuff so no 55: what is something i disliked about today?: i had a science test and i had a panic attack at 3 AM 56: if i could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: uh probs tyler and josh, or just my soulmate esrdgfhh jkjk 57: what do i think about most? now that i think about it, it’s either college or death 58: what’s my strangest talent?: i can hold my breath for 3.5 minutes underwater asdfg it’s not that long but it’s oky 59: do i have any strange phobias?: other than the ocean and basketballs? i don’t think so. 60: do i prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: behind 61: what was the last lie i told?: this is gonna sound super fake and stuff but i said “i love you” asdfghjk 62: do i perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: talking on the phone 63: do i believe in ghosts? how about aliens?: ghosts? not really. aliens? damn right i do hmu if u want the full explanation 64: do i believe in magic?: nah 65: do i believe in luck?: maybe 66: what’s the weather like right now?: it was sunny a few minutes ago and now it’s windy like crazy idk what the fuck happened 67: what was the last book i’ve read?: stephen king’s “the girl who loved tom gordon” 68: do i like the smell of gasoline? fuck yeah 69: do i have any nicknames? not really other than kitkat or kai 70: what was the worst injury i’ve ever had?: my ankle snapped in half after being pushed to the bottom of a pool asdfghj it’s a long story 71: do i spend money or save it?: i spend it way too fast help 72: can i touch my nose with a tounge?: with A tongue? probs, not with my own tho 73: is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? yes my 3ds 74: favourite animal?: can’t choose but i love lizards 75: what was i doing last night at 12am?: showering fgh 76: what do i think is Satan’s last name is?: probs something super common like Johnson or Barkley or Trump. 77: what’s a song that always makes me happy when i hear it?: chills by down with webster lolol it reminds me of home 78: how can you win my heart?: being sweet and sending me good morning and goodnight texts 79: what would i want to be written on my tombstone?: “and a great succ he was....” and whatever else my family wants to write on it lolol 80: what is my favorite word?: plump 81: my top 5 blogs on tumblr: i don’t want to annoy them by tagging them but i love so many 82: if the whole world were listening to me right now, what would i say?: i would read every single one of my angry political letters and then tell them to fuck off. 83: do i have any relatives in jail? nah 84: i accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. they were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: props invisibility or magic healing 85: what would be a question i’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: r u ok? 86: what is my current desktop picture?: the meme man 87: had sex?: asdfghjkljhgfdsfghjk,jhgfd no 88: bought condoms?: no but i got a bunch of them thrown at me once 89: gotten pregnant?: no 90: failed a class?: yee in like 6th grade 91: kissed a boy?: ye 92: kissed a girl?: ye 93: have i ever kissed somebody in the rain?: no but i wish 94: had job?: there are so many different things you could be talking about right now but yes i have had a working job 95: left the house without my wallet?: yeyeyey 96: bullied someone on the internet?: nope 97: had sex in public?: jcfghjghvewbdsjhwefhgv no 98: played on a sports team?: yee 99: smoked weed?: no 100: did drugs?: uh bad memories ascghj but technically yes and it sucked 101: smoked cigarettes?: ye like only a couple of timez,,, like 10,,,, i’m not addicted tho 102: drank alcohol?: ye 103: am i a vegetarian/vegan?: pesco vegetarian  104: been overweight?: nope 105: been underweight?: yep 106: been to a wedding?: yep 107: been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: yep  108: watched tv for 5 hours straight?: yep 109: been outside my home country?: bitch yes 110: gotten my heart broken?: kinda i guess 111: been to a professional sports game?: nah 112: broken a bone?: ye 113: cut myself?: purposefully, no. 114: been to prom?: well they’ve got “proms” at my school which is the entire high school including the seniors but like yeah i have 115: been in airplane?: too many times 116: fly by helicopter?: yee 117: what concerts have i been to?: so manyyy,,, tell me if u want me to say them all 118: had a crush on someone of the same sex?: i’m practically gay 119: learned another language?: i speak french and italian ~fluently~ 120: wore make up?: yes 121: lost my virginity before i was 18?: asdfghj no 122: had oral sex?: azsxdcfgvhbjbvgfhvewubcyfbkuycfuyqerliu no 123: dyed my hair?: eyeyyeyeyeeee 124: voted in a presidential election?: nope 125: rode in an ambulance?: yee 126: had a surgery?: yeee 127: met someone famous?: i met johnny cash,,, also his daugther 128: stalked someone on a social network?: celebrities yes 129: peed outside?: yee 130: been fishing?: yee 131: helped with charity?: yee 132: been rejected by a crush?: no 133: broken a mirror?: not that i remember 134: what do i want for birthday?: this year i only got 50 dollars haha i would like some clothes maybe and a ukelele 135: how many kids do i want and what will be their names?: i want 1 max 2 but idk their names yet,,, a girl i would name kayla cuz yeah 136: was I named after anyone?: nope 137: do i like my handwriting?: nope 138: what was my favourite toy as a child?: this little ballerina doll i had gotten in a mcdonalds happy meal 139: favourite tv Show?: “that 70′s show” or stranger things 140: where do i want to live when older?: toronto, montreal, or ottawa 141: play any musical instrument?: guitar, piano, and clarinet 142: one of my scars, how did I get it?: instead of using a plate to cut my sandwich in half while camping, i put a paper towel on my thigh and sliced a 1 cm cut into it lmao  143: favourite pizza toping?: pepperoni  144: am i afraid of the dark?: eh not really 145: am i afraid of heights?: not at all 146: have i ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?: i got caught by my dad trying to steal a beer for my cousin,,,  147: have i ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?: on literally every test i’ve ever taken 148: what i’m really bad at: texting, being supportive, sharing food, physics, and general emotions 149: what my greatest achievments are: probs getting 1st at a national competition for a sport which i am not going to tell you 150: the meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: that i don’t have any friends and that i should drink bleach while jumping off the CN tower :) 151: what i’d do if i won in a lottery: donate a quarter of it to charity, giving another quarter to sick family members, and the rest save for my education and my brother’s. 152: what do i like about myself: i’ve got nice eyelashes i’ve been told 153: my closest tumblr friend: idk... 154: something i fantasise about: having a nice romantic relationships

THERE DONE BJKHSDAKUJSDXKHJEKYGUYHWERUHIFR

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Prompt: “I can’t believe you found my dog! Please take this reward.”         Pairing: Bucky x Reader                                                                           Summary: Your best friend is lost, thanks to a snafu at your apartment complex. Your hunt to find her leads you to a smooth-talking army vet. P.s. there is a little cursing.                                                                         Categories: Angst (over losing your pet), flirty fluff                                             This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k au challenge!

“Mr. Goodlow, that is a rule set by the federal government and I have no control over it.” Your chair slid back and your head dropped to your free hand, as, yet again, he chewed you out for his mistake. Ramona gave you a sympathetic pout from the other side of your shared desk. After more of the same explanation, he relented when you refused to break the law for his health benefits. As you hung up the phone, you swirled around to your friend, “Why am I here?” “Money…” She answered without turning around. “…employees who treat you like shit, and me.” She flashed you sparkly smile over her shoulder. “Right.” You scoffed, shaking your head as you turned back around to your computer. On the side of its screen was a post-it note with a sketch of your beloved dog, Lira. It was an impromptu sketch you had done, but it was your favorite. Her fluffy, wiry fur was perfectly wild and you had captured her soulful, deep eyes. Looking at it reminded you that you had her waiting for you at home. Smiling, you were about to get back to it when you noticed the soft buzz of your phone. It was your apartment complex. You pushed out from your desk, before calling to your cube mate, “Hey Ramona, I’ll be right back.” You flashed her the phone while leaving the office. Ducking through the hall and throwing out half-hearted greetings, you stumbled into the phone booth. “Hello?” Voice shaking, because your heart was racing thanks to the rarity of this type of phone call and the rarity of that type of cardio. “Ms. Y/L/N?” “Yes?” The attitude was organic, but not necessarily meant to executed. You fidgeted in the booth, waiting. “Ms. Y/L/N, I am sorry to tell you that your dog got out of your apartment while the fire alarms were being checked.” The only thing that kept you from crumbling into a sobbing mess was white-hot, searing anger. You hadn’t received any notices about the fire alarms being checked today. Then the most sickening thought came to your mind, she was running across streets. You had never considered suing someone before in your life. “Ms. Y/L/N?” The voice on the other side broke you out of your spiral, “Is anyone looking for her?” “The maintenance man tried to follow her, but lost her once she made it out of the complex towards the Hewlett subdivision.” “I’m on my way, but this conversation is not over.” You couldn’t think of anything else to say. You even hung up the phone before the young woman could respond Trembling and seething, you came out of the phone booth wanting to fly straight home, but you needed to get your things and let your boss know. Back through the hall, you acknowledged no one. Adding insult to injury, you jammed your hip into the corner of your desk, per usual, but this time a string of colorful curses came out. Ramona flipped around, pulling her headset off, eyebrows creased, “What’s wrong?” “Lir..” You went to speak, but when you tried to say her name your vision blurred with tears and a sob caught in your throat. “I have to go…” You took a breath, grabbing your things. Ramona stood up and got your purse out of its normal resting spot. “She got out.” Ramona nodded and followed you out as she handed you your last items, “I’ll let Jaime know. Let me know if you need any help.” You gave here a nod and a soft thank you as you left, catching a “Good luck!” as you made it to the elevators. After twenty minutes of driving, you wanted to check and make sure she hadn’t come home, but when you got there it was just the maintenance man who’d let her out. Face hot and breath barely on the inside of controlled, you parked your car and sent up a silent prayer in hopes that you wouldn’t say something too cruel to the man. It was a much needed prayer, because he was by your side from the sidewalk to your door throwing apologies, but you couldn’t hear them right now. He even threw in a sob story about his kids losing their dog not two weeks ago. Before going inside to grab her leash and some treats, you mustered up all of the decency your mother instilled in you and turned to the culprit, “Where did you see her last?” “Hewlett Dove Street, that subdivision by that school.” When this was all over, and your normal demeanor came back to you, you would probably regret how hard you slammed that door in his face. Thankfully, he was gone by the time you reemerged. You trotted back down the stairs and decided that going on foot would be the best choice. You’d be able to get to her faster when you saw her, you’d be able to check in back yards and under things, and it’’s a split second decision, so you’re going with it. The Charleston heat was baring down, but that Atlantic ocean air kept it at bay just enough to make it slightly pleasant. An hour after she had gotten out of the door, you were jogging past the Hewlett Dove sign. You entered this subdivision knowing that there was absolutely no way you were leaving without Lira. Shamelessly, you called for her. At the top of your lungs, bellowing her name. If anyone was outside, they were shown her picture. Your head ached from twisting and arching and you couldn’t tell if your chest was tight from the exercise or anxiety. Doubt was starting to creep in. You were wondering how long it had been, but were terrified to look at the clock. Up until this point you’d been able to keep the what-if’s at bay, but physical and emotional exhaustion were setting in. You paused on the sidewalk. Every influx of air, every expansion of your chest ripped your soul apart. Like whispers in your ear, the dark depths of your mind taunted you. She was the one thing your were responsible for, and you lost her. You promised to protect her and odds are she’s hurt. Your hands went to scratching your shoulders and eyes were darting around the neighborhood. You’ll never find her. You don’t even know if she came this way. “Excuse me.”  A frail voice broke you out of your trance. You flipped around to find an elderly woman on her porch, on the house just behind you, “Are you looking for a dog?” You weren’t expecting that question and your brain filtered it like a foreign language. You mulled it over in your head for a couple of seconds, in the meantime glaring at the woman, hands latched to your shoulders, and body twisted. Finally your eyes shot open, “A-a do-dog? Ye- ya- yes!”  You sputtered out, stumbling over your feet as you began towards her house. As you were crossing the yard, you felt the rain drop. You glanced across the sky in time to see the lightning. You hadn’t noticed the storm clouds. You hopped onto the porch, “Did you see her?” You flashed her picture on your phone to the woman. “I didn’t, but the young man down the street came by saying he had someone’s dog at his house.” She adjusted the phone to get a good look. “Oh yes, that looks like the picture he showed me. He looks an awful lot like my Georgie did. Sweet little wiry thing, I miss him. Yup, I remember that bright green collar.” Again, it was hard to believe her words. Finally, a smile broke across your face, “Can I give you a hug?” She let out a belly laugh, “Of course, sweetheart.” As you embraced you thanked her and she put a hand on your shoulder, “They mean so much to us. Now…” She pointed you down the street. “James Barnes lives on Dunn Cove, just one street down.” You flashed her a wide smile and nodded, but just as you turned to leave thunder rumbled throughout the neighborhood. The rain started misting, “She completely shuts down during thunderstorms.” “She’s in a safe spot. He’s a good man..” She let out a tiny giggle, “Despite him being a damn yankee.” You had just made it down the steps when your mouth dropped open with a shocked laugh. You turned around with an amused look and the thickest southern accent your could muster, “My poor dog’s with a yankee during a thunderstorm?” She laughed some more and shook her head, “Who am I to talk? I married one when I was eighteen and those were the most extraordinary seventy years of my life because of that man. Oh, James has a silver Jeep with a US Army sticker on the back window sitting in the driveway.” The rain was now pouring, as you waved a goodbye and headed towards Dunn cove. The journey took about five minutes, but when you turned the corner you saw the longest cove on this planet and no jeep. Alright, James, where the hell is your Jeep. You started to curse the man out loud. “What the hell, James?” You jogged up to the next driveway, only to get more pissed off to see that it was empty. “Come on, James. You couldn’t have said last house on the right or across from the only house with a freaking brick mailbox. Nope, Mr. Barnes has to say “silver Jeep in the driveway”…” you threw up the air quotes as you stomped along the sidewalk, “Well, James, that means I have to go to every freakin’ house and look down every freakin’ driveway of the longest freakin’ cove in the world and it’s raining.” You let out a long groan seeing the red Camry down this driveway. “If I get struck by lightning…” You flipped your head to glance across the street and finally saw it. “Hey, look! A Jeep.” You crossed the street, not missing the fact that it was parked at the very top of the driveway. That jerk could’ve at least backed it up. You caught the army sticker as you made your way to the front door. You rang the door bell with a huff, “Good guy my ass” The door swung open and your mouth went dry. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a black loose-fitting Brooklyn tee. His shirt camouflaged his torso, but if his arms were any indication, he was built. It was his eyes, though, that did you in. A smokey blue framed by dark brown hair and stubble lining his jaw. Ya know, you could be grateful to the man for taking in your dog. “You here about the dog?” You normally found New York accents irritating, but his was so smooth it nearly made you forget about the monsoon beating down behind you. A crack of thunder snapped you out of it quick though. You cleared your throat and fumbled around your pocket for your phone, “Uh, yes…” You showed him your favorite picture of the two of you at the beach, “Please tell me that’s the dog you have.” He crossed his arms around his chest and leaned in close. His forward movement wafted whatever was leftover of his cologne from the day towards you. Despite the chill on your skin, his scent sparked a warmth in your chest. As he was examining the picture, you were trying to maintain composure. Then he cracked a smile and glanced up at you, “That’s her. I’ve been calling her Layla.”  He backed into the house motioning you in. You let out a relieved sigh, pushing wet strands of hair behind your ear, “Close…” You brushed past him, grazing his chest as you passed the door frame,  “It’s Lira.” “Lira? Like Turkish currency?” He came up beside you, smirk on his face, hands on his hips, and just a few inches taller than you. You tried to control the smile on your face by sucking your bottom lip into your teeth, but it failed. You turned towards him, “Turkish, Syrian, Romanian, formerly Italian and Venetian. She’s valuable.” He nodded and inched forward, “It’s a beautiful name. Of course…” He left your side, walking deeper into the house. You followed him into his living room when he flipped around, “It’s not near as beautiful as your name.” Heat flushed your body as you shook your head and moved closer to him. “Ok, that was pretty slick.” You came to a stop in front of him just in time to see his tongue skirt between his lips as he was staring at you, “Y/N. The lady around the corner said your name was James.” “That must have been Candice. Long black hair? Sort of smelled like cinnamon?” You nodded and hummed in agreement. “I go by Bucky, but she likes calling me James.” “Alright, Bucky. Let me guess, Lira has wiggled her way underneath something.” He took a deep breath expanding his chest to the limits of his shirt, the outline proving he was, indeed, built. When he let go of the breath, his chest disappeared into his shirt and your hands desperately wanted to follow.  “Ya, we were just chilling on the couch. I figured she was hungry, so I was feeding her some chicken when this storm hit and she scrambled into my room and under my bed. That was about twenty, thirty minutes ago. Here, I’ll get you a towel and my room is just down that hallway to the left. You can probably get her out.” He jogged off the opposite direction, and you were suddenly cold, but you made your way down the hall, ready to get your eyes on Lira. His room, along with the rest of his house, was generally well kept. There were some clothes on a chair, but the floors were spotless. You paused for a second in the doorway. A t.v., a desk with a laptop, and a few pictures were about all he had in there. “Here’s a towel.” The sudden voice behind you sent a jolt down your spin and a light squeak out of your throat. Bucky grabbed your elbow to steady you.He let out a short laugh, “Shit, doll, I didn’t mean to scare ya.” You let out a quick breath to steady your heart and shook your head,             “My nerves are a little fried from today.”                                                                 “I understand that.” He gave you the towel as he released each your arm.     You wiped the water from your face and the ends of your hair as you made your way to the bed.                                                                                              “Lira?” You went to your stomach, and just on the other side was your fuzzy mess. “Hi, baby!” She let out a low whine and inched forward, stopping when thunder rolled in the distance. “Come on, Lira, let’s go home.” You pulled a soaked treat out from your pocket and that was it. She ended up in your lap, chomping down on her favorite treat, and you couldn’t help but let a single tear slip down your cheek.                                                                                      Bucky stayed propped up against the door frame, “You can either let me drive you home or borrow some of my dry clothes. You’re gonna get sick.”  You glanced at the man and seriously debated your answer.                                   “It’s been a long day. We should go home.” You all but whispered as you clipped her leash onto her harness. The three of you loaded up in his jeep and joked about how you had cursed him while looking for his house.                   “But, I did find your dog.” Bucky raised up his pointer finger as he parked in front of your apartment building.                                                                      “Yes, you did.” You smiled as she slept in your lap. “I’m surprised she even came to you, let alone sat on your couch and ate chicken out of your hand. She was abused before I got her and doesn’t even trust my family. They don’t trust her.”                                                                                                               “Maybe it was easy for me because I didn’t know. Sometimes knowing about the past affects the way you are around them.”  You swiveled your head around to look at him,                                                                                           “Seriously, thank you.” Another one of his smirks broke across his cheek,      “No problem. I do have one request though.”                                            Amused, you leaned your head against the head rest,                                           “I do owe you one.” He moved forward, “I want visiting rights.”                        You let out a laugh and rolled your eyes, “Of course, you can have visiting rights.” 

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