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tvx6000 · 4 months

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☆ talk to me

genre: fluff, angst (?), hurt/comfort

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

warnings: anxiety, cussing, conflict(?), crying blah blah

wc: 1770

t-note: i don't mean to make this a trend in my posts.....but i hate this fic lollsloslso TT first and foremost it's completely not my style of wirting, capitalization and all. but I found this unfinished with a completely different storyline and though hmmm this could be worth posting. ngl the quality of writing decreases as you read i feel like :3 the end is kind rushed (?), i couldn't figure out how to resolve it. please send me any feedback you have, as well as any requests!!

You both were at an award show. Hyunjin had on this gorgeous jet black suit, decked out in YSL accessories. His hair and makeup were done special that night, the stylist spending a few extra moments on each feature, and you honestly didn’t think you'd ever been more in love with him.

You were both sitting at a small table, while the rest of the boys were socializing with other idols. You both had just been given the green light on announcing your relationship, and Hyunjin wasted no time. Probably minutes after he received the call, he went straight to twitter to post a selfie of you two,

“my muse :)”

It’d been a few weeks since then, and soon enough came your first outing as an official couple, this award show. Your anxiety was at an all time high – though when was it not – and Hyunjin had been extra attentive and sweet to you all day, your happiness and comfort being most important to him.

But soon enough, you couldn’t stop the pit of guilt laced bile forming in your stomach. This was his special night, and here you were acting like a baby. I mean, really Y/n? You couldn’t have waited till-

“Baby?”

Suddenly your mind went silent for a second, and you realized your lover was trying to bring you back.

“Your eyes look cloudy baby what’s wrong? Do you need to step out for a minute?”

The pit starts to bubble extra hard.

Trying your best to put on a smile – although it comes out a little wobbly – “Of course not! I’m fine honey, just a little jittery waiting for the awards to be announced.”

It was a decent lie, but the execution was terrible and you both knew it.

“Babe…….” He questioned with his eyebrows raised skeptically.

“I’m fine Jinnie, I promise.”

His shoulders seemed to slack a little at that last part, though you could tell he was still on edge.

“Okay….I’m gonna go get us some water, don’t hesitate to come find me if anything at all happens. I mean it.” He stated sternly

“Cross my heart hope to die” You replied with a soft smile

And as heavy as your heart was, you still couldn’t help the way your eyes lingered on him as he walked away.

Wow…….He’s really yours.

Soon enough, it came time for the awards. Hyunjin was back by your side, the other boys in seats right next to him. His hand holding yours as the awards were announced.

“And Fan Favorite Boy Group of the Year goes to……… JYPE’s Stray Kids!!”

You couldn’t help but break into the widest grin you’d ever smiled as the boys stood up to go accept their award.

They were so talented, and they’d worked relentlessly so this win didn’t come as a surprise to you. They deserved it.

But what did come as a surprise to you, is when Hyunjin was about to walk away, he turned, leaned down, and planted a firm kiss right on your mouth. Now in the moment, you acted natural, kissing back and smiling then waving him off. But as soon as you were certain there were no cameras on you. Your smile dropped and your heart started racing.

Oh god, what would everyone think? They’re gonna talk about how unprofessional that was, and how the boys don’t deserve that award. Fuck this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have let him kiss me. I shouldn’t be here.

And unfortunately, right as you got up to excuse yourself, you didn’t notice the boys giving their individual thank you’s, and Hyunjin watching you run off with a look of hurt, worry, and betrayal plastered on his face.

To anyone else, your thoughts sounded completely irrational, but anxiety isn’t rational. And they took over your legs before you could think about it any further.

You don’t know how long you’ve been in the bathroom. It feels like it’s been a few minutes, but as you hear several rounds of applause, and soon enough rapid frantic knocking on the door, you know you’ve been in there far too long.

“Baby? Y/n? Babe please I know you’re in there?........Baby what happened?”

Fuck. You don’t know. You’re suddenly hit with a huge wave of humiliation and guilt. You know you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. So with two quick swipes under your eyes, you swing the door open to see your Jinnie standing there, eyes glazed over, and out of breath – did he run here?

“Oh my god Y/n you had me worried fucking sick. What happened baby? You just ran off and I-”

��I’m fine Jinnie.”

You stated as firmly as you could in the moment. You felt a sharp pain in your chest as a look of hurt flashed across his face. You walked straight past him and beelined for the door you all came through. You just wanted to get home.

You soon heard harsh footsteps behind you, you could tell he was angry. Fuck.

You soon saw Leeknow waiting by the limo, and as you approached he shot you a look of concern and confusion, almost wordlessly asking you ‘are you okay?’. You mustered up a small smile of reassurance and climbed into the limo. This was going to be the longest ride of your life.

The whole way home, Hyunjin wouldn’t even look at you. Though you were trying to exactly grab his attention, his expression stayed the same the whole ride. Nonchalant. Too nonchalant for your liking. You know you deserved it but he looks so calm, you’d think nothing would’ve happened at all. And suddenly, the dull ache in your heart became a sharp, shooting pain.

You soon made it home, rushing out the car with a hasty goodbye and jogging to your door. Not even bothering to drop anything besides your shoes at the door, you rushed upstairs to the bathroom.

There’s no way Hyunjin would wanna talk to you right now…so what should you do? Maybe if you go to bed quick enough, you can sleep this all away, as if it was a bad dream. So that’s what you begin to do.

You strip out of your bordering uncomfortable dress and take the pins out of your hair, and get into the shower.

As you let the water run over you, you began to think.

How can I apologize for this? A regular “Sorry, I love you” can’t fix this. No, Hyunjin deserves better than that. He deserves better than me. God I hope he doesn’t break up with me, I don’t know what I’d do. He’s been really quiet, and I haven’t heard anything upstairs. Oh no what if he left? What if-

You hastily finish washing and all but leap out of the shower. After haphazardly drying off and throwing on a (his) t-shirt and underwear, you quickly pad downstairs.

As you descend the stairs you notice the silence that has taken over your home. It’s almost as if you're the only one home, and that scares you.

“Jinnie?” you almost whisper into the space.

Nothing.

Your heart starts to race and you feel like crying,

“Hyunjin?” you call as you roam throughout the downstairs.

He’s not here. You start to panic, looking frantically around for your phone, and just as the first tear falls and you start to bolt upstairs, you hear the door unlocking.

You spin around, and there he is. When did he change?

As he walks in with a bag and takes off his shoes, you freeze. You don’t know if you were ready for this conversation yet.

“Hi” He mumbles as he sets everything down on the counter.

“Where were you?” You force out, the weight in your chest making it hard to speak.

“I picked up some food for dinner, since neither of us-” He stops as he looks up at you, hair pulled back so he has a clear line of sight.

“What is it? Why are you crying?”

“I’m sorry.” you say with a wobbly voice

“I’m really really sorry I don’t know what my problem was earlier”

He stares at you for a long moment. Or maybe it was just for a second, you aren’t completely present.

“It’s okay baby. I was upset earlier but now I just wanna make sure you’re fed and figure out what’s wro-”

“No Jinnie I really mean it I don’t know what was wrong earlier but I swear to you it will never happen again” You said through heaving breaths- wait, heaving? When did you start crying?

“Hey hey hey baby it is fine. I promise you I’m not upset. Something was obviously wrong and I don’t blame you. At all.”

He swiftly moved toward you and wrapped you up in a hug.

“I know you get anxious sometimes, and it can cause miscommunication. But that’s why I need you to talk to me baby. Please. I know life can be a lot. Especially when my career is involved, but I need to know that you know you are my top priority always. And all I want is for you to feel happy and safe. So when I know that you don’t but you won’t let me help you, I start to feel a little helpless.”

He pauses and brings a hand to cradle the back of your head,

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, and I like to say it comes naturally. Like I was born to do it. But unfortunately, I can’t read your mind. So please. Help me help you baby. Let me help you”

He presses multiple kisses to the top of your head and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. You start to sob. Heavy, achy, cries but he can make out the few words you're saying.

“I love you Jinnie I’m sorry, I’ll always tell you what’s wrong I promise” You say punctuating with a long loud sniffle.

He squeezes you, “My sweet girl….I love you so much more”

He pulls away, “Let’s eat before it gets cold”

As he begins to walk and you follow, he dramatically sighs,

“I must say though…..I gave quite the speech…can’t believe you missed it baby”

As he looks up from the food, he sees your eyes tearing up once again,

“Oh my goodness baby, I was joking I’m sorry” He says as he pulls you in for another hug

He kisses your cheek and breathes out, “What will I do with you baby?”

thank u for reading :3

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thatshithurted8 · 3 years

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jeff wittek imagine where the reader and jeff go on vacation together like to vegas or miami???

Holiday

Summary: Throughout your mini holiday in Miami with your boyfriend Jeff, he realizes just how special you and your relationship are.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warning: Tooth rotting fluff, mention of alcoholism and Jeff’s accident

A/N This is also inspired by KSI’s song Holiday!

I wanna wake up every mornin', feelin' better 'Cause I know you're sleeping by my side And every moment we're together I remember just to keep it all for you and I

Jeff’s brown eyes slowly open, being awoken by a crying baby that was a few rows behind you two. He lets out a yawn before looking over at you who were fast asleep on his shoulder.

Something that not a lot of people knew was that Jeff hated flying despite being a certified skydiver. Ever since he was younger he was never a fan of flying, only now he was a bit more comfortable with it due to his experience skydiving. Nevertheless his initial nerves after waking up quickly wash away just from being in your presence.

Wanting to capture this seemingly perfect moment, Jeff slowly grabs his phone out of his pocket without disturbing you and takes a quick picture. As he analyzes the picture his heart swells at how at peace and comfortable you looked sleeping on him and in one of his sweaters. The two of you were extremely tired from catching a red eye flight to Miami so no wonder why you both fell asleep.

Saving the picture Jeff puts his phone away and slowly opens the blind of your window seat. The rising sun shines into your row, the rays illuminating your face making your features and long lashes more prominent. The purpose of the trip to Miami was to watch the Logan Paul vs Floyd Mayweather fight. In fact you were ecstatic when Jeff told you he got you guys tickets to the event since you grew up watching boxing with your family and you were a huge fan of Mayweather. With that being said you had no idea how close the tickets Jeff got were to the ring.

Jeff’s breath hitches as he admires you. He was so in love with you and was so excited to see your reaction to being ringside. As Jeff softly moves some stray hairs out of your face he realizes everything he does is for the benefit for not only you, but your relationship as well. It was you two against the world.

I see that body in the sunlight Feelin' the heat and it feels right I wanna do this for the rest of my life

“I know you guys are dating and all, but you seriously need to stop staring before you sink the boat with your drool.” Mike Maijlak says walking over to Jeff’s side and handing him a La Croix.

Jeff booked your mini holiday to last a few days before and after the fight which gave you guys the opportunity to explore Miami and let lose. With that being said neither of you were going to turn down Mike’s invite to join him on a yacht to party. So there you were talking and dancing with some girls you knew from LA while sipping on a La Croix.

Jeff lets out a laugh while opening one of his favourite drinks. “I can’t help it man, just look at her.” He says taking a sip of the bubbly liquid while continuing to admire you from afar.

The Miami sun that shined onto your skin paired with your infectious laugh, seemingly gave you a golden glow that made you standout. Not only that, but the bikini that you were wearing flattered your body type so well.

After feeling as if someone was staring at you for the past few minutes you finally turn and look around the boat to find the owner of the eyes that were on you. Quickly your eyes find Jeff’s brown ones and you realize it was just Jeff staring at you the whole time, causing heat to wash over your body at his gaze.

You shoot him a smirk and wink in return before turning back around to continue your conversation. A smirk of his own falls upon Jeff’s face as you do so, along with a light shade of pink on his cheeks.

“You’re so whipped.” Mike laughs shaking his head, finally speaking up after watching the whole interaction.

“Well I wanna be whipped for her for the rest of my life then.” Jeff says without realizing how big of a statement that was while his eyes remained on your beautiful figure.

Oh, I know, I know, you know the vibe I wanna stay with you every night You and me underneath the lights I'm always good when you're by my side I know, you know you're on my mind You really make me come alive I wanna be here for the rest of my life

“Jeff look at my hands I’m literally shaking I can’t believe we’re this close!” You exclaim while glancing between your boyfriend and the boxing ring in front of you.

“Only the best for you doll.” He says sending you a wink while laughing. For the past hour and a half as you two watched the undercards you continued to gush about your seats making Jeff happy to see you happy.

Without wasting another second you roughly grab Jeff by his green shirt and pull him in for a passionate kiss. Just before the brunette could immerse himself into it fully you pull away. Some of your lipstick was smudged and Jeff knew without a doubt he had some on his lips, but he didn’t care. In that moment it truly seemed as if you two were the only ones there under the rings bright lights and in an arena full of screaming fans while you two stared into each others eyes lovingly.

Your attention on your boyfriend is torn away when the already loud arena becomes even louder as Mayweather starts to walk out. Quickly you start to cheer for your favourite boxer while jumping up and down and clapping excitedly. Jeff glances between you and the boxing legend before his gaze finally lands on you.

You look over at your boyfriend with a smile that was from ear to ear. “It’s Floyd fucking Mayweather!” You exclaim pointing over to the undefeated boxer entering the ring.

A smile washes over Jeff’s face as he laughs at your excitement. You truly resembled a child in a toy store. Seeing your excitement only made Jeff more excited, causing him to join in on cheering for Mayweather despite being friends with Logan.

There was no one else Jeff would rather be with to witness the fight and this thought only made him realize he wants to be by your side for the rest of his life.

Looking for sun rays, needin' them good days Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Cool like the ocean, lost in emotion Fly me away-away, you're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday Whenever you're here it's a good time Strawberry shirts in the sunshine Ice-cold drinks 'til the moonlight You're my holiday

The next few days after the fight was a whirlwind, but in a good way. Despite having a good time underneath the Miami sun and it’s nightlife Jeff wouldn’t be having as good of a time if you weren’t there. You truly made the trip for him, making the sunny days that were good for his mental health even better and the dreary days full of life from your infectious positivity and smile.

You let out a loud laugh as you and Jeff wrap your arms around each others, mimicking a toast before brining your drink to your lips while your boyfriend did the same. At the same time you two sip at your virgin drinks while maintaining eye contact with each other in the close position. You gulp down the rest of your cold drink despite it being alcohol free before untangling your arm with Jeff’s and ordering another at the outside bar.

Over the past four years of knowing Jeff the two of you created a special connection that no one in your friend group had with each other. And that was being sober. Jeff turned to alcohol after his break up with his ex girlfriend while you on the other hand turned to it to deal with the death of your mom. To say you were there for each other was an understatement. When the temptation to drink was too much Jeff would call you up and the two of you would go on late night hikes and talk about everything and anything, and vice versa for you. There was always a mutual pining for one another, but neither of you acted on it due to how broken you both were at the time. However, as the years went by your feelings only intensified along with Jeff’s. Though it wasn’t until a few months after Jeff’s accident when he took a leap of faith and finally confessed his feelings to you after realizing how short life truly was.

Jeff places his glass on the bar as well, placing his hand on the small of your back while looking around the crowded club that was partly inside and partly outside. Once you get a refill of your drink you turn around sipping on the paper straw, your back leaning against the bar causing Jeff to redirect his attention back to you.

“You look beautiful.” He says looking down at you in his arms.

Heat washes over your face and Jeff’s smile widens at how flustered you still got after all this time together. He loved showering you in words of affirmation and he meant every thing he said to you. Although, you always look beautiful the way the moonlight reflected off of your skin made you look angelic. It was a great contrast to you earlier in the day at the beach wearing a strawberry printed bikini that made Jeff feel a certain way.

“Thank you baby you don’t look too bad yourself.” You say placing a soft peck on Jeff’s lips before pulling him towards the dance floor.

I wanna stay up 'til the mornin' with you talkin' Just to listen to the things you say And every time we're in the middle of the city I imagine us so far away

The two of you sat down in a booth with Mike Majilak and Logan Paul at a random Denny’s that was in between your hotel and the club you four were previously partying at. By now the jet lag and the numerous activities you and Jeff participated in was starting to catch up to you. However, that wasn’t apparent to anyone other than Jeff as you talked the boys ears off while eating.

“We’ll see you guys later! And once again Y/N text me when you’re free to film an episode of ImPaulsive.” Logan says as him and Mike get out of the booth, placing money on the table and getting ready to leave the restaurant.

“Of course!” You exclaim before picking up your lemonade and drinking what was left. Jeff bids his goodbyes to the two influencers and once they leave you quickly rest your head on his broad shoulder, letting out a loud sigh.

“You okay doll?” Jeff asks placing his hand on your thigh.

“Yea just tired.” You say kissing his neck and placing your hand on his cheek. Similar to Jeff you were able to pick up on the energy of situations and that affected how you acted. So once Mike and Logan left you felt as if you could finally wind down from their partying aura.

A comforting silence falls upon you two and your eyes slowly flutter close as the rising sun shines in through the Denny’s windows. As cliche as it sounded Jeff felt as if it was only you two in the quiet breakfast place. The brunette rests his head against yours and his eyes follows your lead by shutting close.

The two of you remain in this position for a few minutes, cherishing not only the first quiet moment of the trip, but also the little moments you two shared.

Ooh, ooh Ooh, you're my holiday

Scratching at his eyes and stretching Jeff slowly and quietly gets out of bed, the sun filtering in through the hotels curtains and onto your sleeping body. You looked so peaceful and he didn’t want to disturb that. Once you guys returned to your hotel room from a night out partying and a very early breakfast at Denny’s the two of you instantly fell asleep.

Jeff glances at the analogue clock on the bedside table which read 2:34pm before he slips on a pair of pants and a t-shirt. Making sure to not wake you Jeff grabs his phone, wallet and room key then quietly leaves your shared room. However, before he leaves he makes sure to place a gentle kiss on your forehead and whisper to you how much he loves you.

Throughout the trip he was constantly reminded of how much he loved you. You helped him through some of the darkest times in his life and after all this time of knowing and being together Jeff finally knew what he had to do.

Remembering a shop that was a few buildings away from your hotel, Jeff quickly walks over to it wanting to be back before you woke up. The Staten Island native hands become clammy as he approaches the store, his tough guy persona seemingly crashing down with every step he took.

The bell above the shops door dings as Jeff walks in causing a sales representative to walk over to him with a welcoming smile.

“Good afternoon how can I help you?” She asks. Jeff takes a look around the quaint shop and all of the glass casings before redirecting his attention back to the worker.

“Hi uh yea, I was wondering if you guys have any engagement rings?”

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda search for their printsessa with the help of Tony.

Warnings: dark themes, gun use, blood mention, serious injury

A/N: am I devastated that this is the final part of one of my favorite things I’ve ever written? absolutely! but I’m also really happy with myself for being able to turn the images in my head for this ending into coherent words. I’ve been holding onto this idea for weeks and I’m ecstatic to see everyone’s response to it. I’ll be letting you know later on this week what’s coming next! 👀

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With Clint’s assistance, Natasha and Wanda were able to quickly create a plan and make their way to the last base, using the fear and anger of their girlfriend’s disappearance to barrel through anyone that stood in the way of intel collection. They wasted no time in waking everyone up when they returned to the safe house.

“Is there a security breach?” Steve questioned as the group gathered, and Natasha tossed the hard drive at him.

“We got everything, and we need to get back--”

“Oh, I get it,” Sam cut in with an eye roll. “They rushed through the mission to get back to their girlfriend so they can cuddle and all that cute shit--”

“She’s missing!” Wanda growled as her eyes began to glow, causing Sam to step back a few feet with wide eyes.

Everyone aside from Clint started asking questions all at once, and Natasha shut them all down with a stern command to be ready to fly out in ten minutes. Bags were packed and bodies were dressed as the team rushed to get to the jet, afraid of what might happen if they delayed the two women any longer.

“While we’re checking out the house, I need someone looking into Wesley L/N,” Natasha ordered, nodding as Tony volunteered and sending him all the information she had.

“Who is this, her brother?”

“Her cousin, if that’s even true--”

“It is, we checked the family history,” Wanda insisted, grabbing Natasha’s hand with a shaky breath. “They’re really close, he wouldn’t hurt her.”

“We don’t know that! Anyone can do something terrible if they’re pushed far enough--”

“Stop! Just fucking stop!” Wanda cried out as she covered her face with her hands, and Natasha moved to wrap her arms around her as she sat in the seat beside her.

“I’m sorry, Wan. I’m just worried and my brain is wired to go to the worst case scenario instantly.”

Wanda simply sniffled as tears started spilling down her cheeks again, leaning her head against Natasha’s shoulder as she accepted the comforting embrace. After a few minutes of silence between the pair, Wanda dropped her hands into her lap as she glanced at green eyes already absentmindedly staring at her, lowering her voice as she spoke.

“I want to ruin his mind before we kill him.”

The house felt empty and colder without your presence, every step on the carpeted floor of the front room seemed to echo around the building. Tears threatened to build in Wanda’s eyes again but she held them back, intent on believing that they will find you and bring you back where you belong. Only they could take care of what you needed.

A heavy feeling washed over their hearts when they entered your solo room and discovered some of your clothes and shoes were missing, along with the travel bag you’d first arrived with. The guest room Wesley resided in was also void of his presence, and anything that could clue them into where he’d taken you.

“Tash, look.”

Natasha followed her gaze to the security room, cursing loudly in Russian when she noticed the door left wide open. She stormed inside, clenching her fist in anger when she noticed the tiny plastic baggie holding the miniscule tracker that was supposed to be in your leg right now.

“He’s a psychiatrist, not a fucking surgeon!” she fumed as she showed the object to Wanda. “How did he get this out?!”

Wanda walked around her to get to one of the computers, logging in as fast as her fingers would allow her to type and bringing up the security footage from the last several days. For the most part, the two of you acted normally, doing all the things you’d told them about like playing games and watching TV, but the sight of the two of you emerging from the TV room in the basement and entering the game room brought something to her attention.

“Did you see that?” She backed up the footage and switched over to slow motion. “She’s limping.”

“Isn’t that the day she hurt her leg in the backyard?”

“Yes, but…” The backyard footage is brought up next and skipped through until the moment of your ‘injury’. “This happened almost two hours later, meaning--”

“It was a cover for the tracker removal.” Natasha cursed once more as she released a frustrated sigh. “She’s getting locked in her room as soon as she gets back here.”

A notification similar to a phone ringing went off on one of the monitors, and the two women scurried over to answer the incoming call from Tony.

“Everything you had on this Wesley kid checks out, no criminal history or secret ties to any Hydra related groups, or anything else you have to worry about. However, I tried tracking and hacking into his phone and it seems to be wiped clean. So I got into his phone records with his cell company and his last call was made to an unsaved number connected to someone named Kendall, last known address in Nebraska.”

“Send it to us, please.”

They were on their feet as soon as the call ended, grabbing the mission bags abandoned in the doorway and heading off to their respective rooms to repack for the trip.

In nearly the same moment, you were in your safe house in Nebraska, rounding the corner to enter Wesley’s room. He knew something was wrong by the way your eyes watered and your shaky hand held onto the bugging device.

“They found us.” There was no questioning tone in his voice, but you answered with a nod anyway.

“Pack everything you brought and get out of here, drive toward the west coast until you run out of gas and hide wherever you stop.”

“What?! I can’t leave you here! They’ll just take you back and it’ll be worse than before.”

“I’ll be fine, Wes,” you assured him with a gentle squeeze of your hand over his. “I planned for this too, and if I know them as well as I think, I’ll be free to come find you.”

Wesley was packed and gone within the next hour, and you worked quickly to transform the space, make it seem as if you’d been the only one to reside in the home. Once that was set, you changed clothes and positioned yourself in an armchair against the wall in the front room, a gun resting in your lap. You didn’t move when a knock was heard on the front door that night, simply waited until the visitors got impatient and picked the lock to force their way in.

“You worried us, printsessa, disappearing like that,” Natasha addressed you in a chilling tone as the two of them stopped a few feet away from you. “And we’ll deal with that later, after you tell Wesley to come out so we can punish him first.”

“He’s not here,” you told her calmly. “His only job was to bring me here--”

“And take the tracker out of your leg, which we will be putting back,” Wanda interjected with a stern expression. “Now, you can either come with us to the car willingly or we’ll drag you.”

“I won’t be doing either of those things.” You stood slowly, lifting the gun to your temple as you went. “Your only choices are to leave me here and go back to the way your lives were before I came in, or you can let me die. If you take me again, I’ll just fight you every day until you wish you’d killed me yourself. No matter how you manipulate my mind, my true self will never love someone who wants to control me. I’ll tell you how much I hate you for ruining my life every second I’m able, and I’ll kill myself the moment I get the chance to do so.”

You noticed the glassy look in their eyes as they faced each other, and you knew they were having a silent conversation in their minds. Seconds felt like minutes as they seemed to discuss their options, eventually turning back to face you. Wanda was fully crying now, and Natasha seemed to be physically holding back her own emotional break.

“We always thought we’d be able to love and care for you until our dying days.” Her shaky voice filled the quiet room. “But we understand if you don’t want that, and we’re sorry that you’ll never be able to love anyone else.”

Before you had time to react, Natasha was pulling a gun out and aiming it at your heart, the sound of the shot echoing and triggering Wanda’s instant sobbing. Natasha was quick to pull her into her arms, facing her away from you as you tumbled to the ground, your own weapon sliding away as your free hand weakly pressed against the oversized sweatshirt that covered your wound.

The two women hurried out of the house as you began to choke and cough up blood, not able to stomach hearing or seeing anymore, and the sound of a car speeding off echoed throughout the neighborhood. Waiting another minute or two to be sure they left, you got up to walk off to the bathroom, wiping the fake blood off your palm the best you could. After slipping the bulletproof vest off your torso and washing your hands, you quickly rinsed your mouth and brushed your teeth to get rid of the red stains, lifting your head to look in the mirror with a smile when you were done.

You looked pretty good for a dead woman.

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Humans Are Stupid ft. A Jetpack.”

Does anyone here ever get the feeling like they don’t control what they write. I was going to write something else, and then this came out, so lol. I hope you like

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The No 1 truth about humans: They are stupid.

Krill was waiting in the docking bay watching as his new medical equipment was wheeled up the ramp. Sunny stood next to him holding a data pad and checking off the shipping manifest as it was wheeled on.

Conn floated a few feet away from them ribbons on his back billowing and churning slowly in the air currents.

He was currently occupied staring down at the screen of his handheld. Ever since the captain had gotten him that game, he hadn’t stopped playing. It was a nice break from his usual acerbic, nosy nature.

The last line of medical equipment was being loaded up the ramp, when con looked up from his game.

He turned his head towards the interior doors.

“Prepare yourselves.” He signed

“Prepare ourselves? For what.”

The question didn’t hang on the air for very long before the sounds of human exuberance reached them from down the hall.

Sunny shook her head and Krill sighed, and the three of them braced themselves as the commander rolled onto deck skidding to a stop and running towards the line of boxes, “Is it here! Did you get it!”

“Get what?” Sunny muttered

He snatched the data pad from her hand scrolling through the checked boxes.

“Hey!” She exclaimed, “What are you-”

“Ah ha!”

He began laughing and giggling maniacally running over to a line of already checked boxes hopping up and down in place and rubbing his hands together.

The three aliens exchanged a glance.

Sunny sighed, “What did you do.”

The man waved a hand at her as one of the cargo workers opened a box for him, “What did I do? What did I do? I will tell you what I did. I just made this ship officially the most awesome ship in the fleet. “

“And how exactly did you do that?”

“I thought we were already the most awesome ship in the fleet?”

The commander was seconds from squealing with delight as the man cracked open the crate and let the sides fall to the deck.

There were a few boxes in there, but the commander didn’t seem to care about most of them grabbing a single box from the pile and hauling it onto the floor where he could get a better look, “Gah, its heavy, that’s good.”

Krill frowned, “I’m not going to like this, am I?”

The commander continued to grin, “Nope, you're gonna hate it, and that’s how I know it’s going to be great.”

Krill sighed.

Sunny stepped forward as the man frantically ripped open the box, like a man possessed.

The crate opened and the man was now laughing maniacally, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Krill and the others wandered over glancing down into the box.

Conn sighed, a sound he had programmed into his gloves.

Sunny tilted her head, “What is it.”

The human reached inside grabbed a thick, pamphlet with one hand and tossed it out of the way.

Krill was forced to duck to the side as the book when flying past his head and skidded across the floor.

He glanced over and saw the words.

JETPACK OPERATIONS MANUAL

“NO! Oh no! no! No! No!.”

“Yes in every way!” The commander said tearing into the foam packaging that held the unit inside.

When he finally pulled it out, he grunted with its weight and sat back on the cold metal floor cradling it against his knees to get a better look, “Ah, just look at it! Look at it! Ahhhhh! Best day ever!”

“No, you send that right back to where it came from!” Krill was saying, “I have a hard enough time getting you to keep your feet on the ground. I will not let you do this stupid, reckless-”

Sunny picked the manual off the ground, “Adam Don’t you think you should read the instructions first.”

The human was standing now and had the jetpack propped on the side of a crate threading his arms through the upper harness.” What part of ‘I can fly anything’ don’t you get.”

“So you’ve flown one before?’

“No, but how hard can it be.”

Krill shook his head, “Commander you will not be flying that, not unless you have full body protection, and that means a HELMET as well.”

Sunny crossed her arms, “I have to agree with the doctor this time.”

He glanced over at them and wilted slightly, “Ok, Ok yes mom let me go get my knee and elbow pads.”

“Full body armor or no deal.”

He groaned but sighed, “Fine!” Whining under his breath the whole way out of the room

Sunny and Krill exchanged a loo, “Should we just hide it?”

Conn floated down to sit on one of the crates, “I kind of want to see him break his neck.”

Sunny glowered over at Conn but the freaky alien just grinned at her his large black eyes menacing against his milky white skin.

She flipped the manual open, “Someone at least better read this before he gets himself hurt.”

“You think hed care to know how it worked before he tries it.”

“Adam may love science fiction, but that doesn't make him a scientist. I’ve seen him struggle to put a pen back together after taking it apart. “Sunny muttered walking over to the jetpack to set it up before the commander came back.

She almost thought about just not setting it up He wouldn’t get off the ground without reading the manual, but he had been so excited that she hardly had the heart to ruin this for him.

He returned a good thirty minute later wearing a space suit helmet tucked under one arm.

“You know what, this was a good idea Krill.”

“It was, so you finally saw the logic of-”

“Because I just realized, if we paint this rig up, I can look like buzz lightyear. Think about it a little green purple and white and I can be a space ranger. It will be the most epic cosplay you have ever seen.

“You wasted company funds on a jetpack?” “Nope my money. However if I can find a reason to requisition some, you better bet that I will, Now hand it over.”

“Helmet first.” Krill said sternly.

The man rolled his eyes, “Ok fine.”

He slid the helmet on and it locked into place, “So many possibilities guys! I could be Iron man! Or a mandalorian!”

Sunny crossed her lower set of arms over her chest while using the other two to read the manual, “I seem to recall that the first time Iron man tried to use his, he ended up slamming into a wall.”

The Commander folded the straps on the jetpack into their place, instead using a different mechanism to attach the jetpack to the back of the space suit.

A few of the marines walked into the room, along with doctor katie.

“Yo is that a jetpack!” Called one of the marines.

“You bet your ass it is.” He turned in a circle, do you guys like?”

“Damn!”

Someone whistled.

“Don’t encourage him.” Krill snarled.

The marines stepped back.

“Yeah yeah, whatever, ok let’s get this party started.” The commander marched towards the door, and the rest of the group struggled to keep up.

Dr Katie nervously fell into step beside Krill, “he’s going to get urt isn’t he.”

“Yeah…. Bring a stretcher and a C-collar would you.” He muttered

Dr. Katie nodded and ran off.

Commander Vir stepped out onto the ramp, “Ok…. now…. Uh…. how do I get it to work?”

Sunny raised an eyebrow form behind the manual, “So now you need my help. I am not entirely sure I want to tell you how to use it.”

“You don't tell me I will just look up a video.”

She sighed, “It should have connected when you attached it to your suit. You can choose to use the hand controls on your gloves. So first-”

“Oh, sweet.��

He pressed one of the glove controls, and there was a sharp clicking sound as the jet pack wings clicked open locking into place, “Oh HELL YEAH!”

“Adam calm down.”

“What does this button do?”

“Adam-”

There was a sharp whir and whine as the engine started up.

“Oh yeah!”

“Ok we are done. If you can’t slow down and listen to the instructions, than we are going to have to confiscate that.” Sunny reached forward intending to grab him, but he danced away.

“So If that was open, and that was start, than this must be up.”

“ADAM!”

Sunny lunged forward just as the human’s thumb triggered the throttle. She dived right past where he had been standing, and the human rocketed up into the air feet and arms flailing.

“Shit! Adam!”

“Katie, get the medical team down here now.”

The bright streak of light passed out of light that was the engine continued to steadily rocket upwards, and for a moment it seemed as if he would at least be fine. That was until he figured out the controls and suddenly started to spin and turn wildly his body thrown back and forth like a ragdoll.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Conn was laughing behind her

She turned on him, “Shut up and help.”

Conn waved a hand, “he’s fine. He’s having the time of his life.”

Sunny turned back to look up, watching as the bright spot turned arched upwards and began plummeting towards the ground.

He was growing bigger and bigger in their vision.

“Any second now.” Conn said

Sunny’s eyes widened in horror.

“He’ll figure out how to pull up, any moment now.” They could see individual limbs again.

“Yep any moment now.”

The assembled humans began to scream, and at the last moment he flung himself sideways parallel to the ground. He shot past them, and for a second sunny thought she could hear screaming though the sound of the engine was a roar.

He was heading straight towards a loading crane.

He was about to hit it when he threw himself sideways spinning in the air his wing almost clipping an armored vehicle.

He was thrown up and sideways his arms pinwheeling as he arched in a parabola over the landing field.

All the humans had stopped to stare upwards at the spectacle, a few had their phones out.

Sunny ran out trying to see where he had gone.

Dr. Katie rushed out onto the ramp with the medical team close behind, “What the ever loving fuck!” She exclaimed, “Why did you let him do that!”

“I didn’t think he would be that stupid!” Sunny yelled back

The bright white spot did another arch and then spun and then did a loop.

Conn floated forward, “He thinks he’s got the hang of it…. Though…. I have some serious questions about his ability to slow down….’

The group of them stared skyward as he continued to roll tumbled and do loops.

“I am going to kill him.” Sunny snarled

“If he doesnt kill himself.” Kril sighed.

Sunny glowered at him, “Because you seem so concerned.”

“Didn't you hear I am in a constant state of panic, like the hulk is with anger, but…. Lame.”

The little white dot arched towards the ground.

“Oh shit, here it comes.” Conn said covering his face -- not that it would help.

Sunny tired to look away watching as the light dimmed, slowed.

She glanced up watching as Commander Vir descended from the sky his hands held out awkwardly to either side like a tightrope walker one foot down and one foot slightly up.

He was about ten feet above the ground, when he cut the engine.

Sunny yelled in surprise, the rest of the group jumped forward.

He landed fine, at first, then he stumbled forward arms flailing, tripped and plowed face first into the concrete.

Sunny and the group ran forward to where he was lying on the pavement.

“Adam, Adam are you ok!”

It was then --to sunny’s great annoyance-- that she heard the human laughing.

He rolled over onto his side and pulled off his helmet, which had small scratches across the paint of the face. He was sweaty, red in the face, but grinning like an idiot, “Holy shit, did you see that, that was awesome.”

“You could have died!”

“Yeah yeah, sure whatever, but also did you SEE that!”

Sunny felt a surge of anger flare up in her chest, “THAT IS IT!” she reached over and slammed her finger against the release button for the jetpack.”

“Hey!”

It fell away, and she shoved it into the arms of a marine, “Hide this somewhere, or throw it away, I don’t care.”

“Wait, Sunny, but I.” She grabbed him angrily by the hand and hauled him to his feet marching across the tarmac with him stumbling behind her. He turned back to look towards the jetpack pulling against her.

In frustration she turned bent down and tipped him over one shoulder pinning his legs with her two right arms.

“Sunny! Hey! What are you doing!”

“I am sick and tired of your shit, Adam.” She marched up the ramp as the rest of the humans looked on either bemused or amused.

“Seriously sunny!”

He tried to struggle, but she only adjusted his weight.

“You aren’t leaving your quarters for a week!”

“You’re grounding me!”

“Literally” She snarled.

“You aren’t my mother.”

“Oh yeah, but I can call her.”

His eyes narrowed, ‘You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t think I won’t.”

His face went pale, “look sunny, we can talk about this. You don't have to call her. Come on you know me. I knew exactly what I was doing. Remember. Pilot. I fly stuff all the time.”

“You almost died.”

“Almost being the key term.”

She snarled feet slamming against the deck and she pushed through the cargo bay and out the doors her anger heard for minutes after they were out of sight.

The rest of the humans had a good laugh over the whole thing, though Krill was not impressed, and neither was dr. Katie.

Humans were immensely stupid, stupid and reckless. They had no sense of self preservation, and some of them seemed hell bent on dying early though they never seemed to manage it. Unfortunately for Sunny, she had handed the jetpack to Ramirez, who definitely planned on buying one for himself, and, as Adam’s human friend, planned on keeping it for him until he returned.

Maybe taking it out for a spin while he was away.

Because humans are stupid like that.

#humans are insane #humans are space orcs #HUMANS ARE WEIRD #earth is a deathworld #Earth is space Ausralia #humans are space oddities

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vampiregirl1797 · 4 years

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Revelations on the Jet

Spencer Reid x Reader

GIF Not Mine.

Warnings: Mentions of a psycho unsub, otherwise none.

Word Count: 3,557.

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Summary: Y/N is a technical analyst for the BAU unit at the FBI. Hotch asks her to come out and help with a case, but on the flight home a certain secret may come out, one she’s worked hard to keep buried for a while now—her crush on a certain genius.

Working for the FBI had never been part of ‘the plan’ when I was younger. Growing up, whenever someone asked me that question I’d always answer with a crime-fighter, and I supposed in a way I was. I was recruited when I left collage at 22, my technical analyst skills had been better than anyone in my graduating class, and apparently good enough to garner the attention of government officials. I started working under the guidance of Penelope Garcia, a colourful, bright and warm hearted woman that I’d become fast friends with. Once she was confident in my abilities, I was officiated and added on to work with her and the BAU team.

Now here I was at 25, and happier than I’d ever imagined I could be. I had a job I adored, friends that were more like family and a crush on a certain team member that I planned to take to the grave. Life was good.

I was pulled out of my thoughts by my phone ringing, I answered without checking who it was, eager to complete some tasks for the team, ‘hello you’re graced with the presence of Y/N, speak and your wish will be granted.’ I supposed you could say working in the same office as Garcia had rubbed off on me a little...

‘Y/N, we’ve found an encrypted computer in the unsub’s establishment, we need you to come down here right away to get into it.’ Hotch’s commanding voice spoke through my headset.

‘Come down there? Wouldn’t you rather Garcia? I mean she’s far more experienced than I am.’ I said, slightly panicked at the idea of leaving the comfort of the bat cave and going into the field.

‘No, Garcia is working on shutting down the website the unsub is using to communicate with the public, and we don’t have time to waste by sending the computer to you.’ He explained, his tone booking no room for argument.

‘Okay sir. I’ll be on the first flight out to Georgia.’ I sighed in defeat.

‘Text JJ with your flight details and she will arrange transportation.’ He hung up the phone and I took a deep breath in an attempt to crush my growing anxiety.

It took me two minutes of typing to secure myself a seat on the next available flight to Georgia, and once I was finished I started to pack up any equipment I might need, in case anymore tech-savvy equipment was uncovered while I was there. All in all I was done in twenty minutes, the to-go bag I had packed for occasions such as these—though this was my first time using it— was sitting on my lap as I waited for the alert that my car was here to drive me to the airport.

‘You’ll be fine, once you’re there and they sit you down at a computer, it’ll be like you’re here with me, just like always.’ Garcia said, her voice comforting as she patted my hand.

‘You’re right, I just over-think and worry about worst case scenarios.’ I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

‘If only our resident genius was here, he could tell you the low statistics of worse case scenarios actually occurring.’ She chuckled and after a moment, I did too, being able to picture Reid spouting out statistics was like breathing at this point.

‘You’re right. Nothing to worry about.’ I nodded, feeling a lot better.

The blonde butterfly gave me a knowing smile and handed me a small stuffed elephant, ‘take him with you, he’ll keep you safe and make you feel comforted.’

‘I can’t take Earl!’ I exclaimed, attempting to give him back but she refused.

‘He’s in your hands now, I expect him to come back as good as new.’ She gave me a serious look and I nodded, knowing she would be able to see the sincerity in my expression; at this point I had more ‘cheerful reminders’ in our office than she did, so I understood the importance of keeping them safe.

Ten minutes later I received the call informing me that my transportation had arrived. After a hug with Garcia, Earl and I were on our way to the airport, ready to decode this computer and help put this sicko behind bars.

I thanked the driver that JJ had arranged to pick me up as he dropped me off at the station with my equipment— he’d already taken me to drop my to go bag in my reserved room at the hotel. With a deep breath, I clutched Earl tighter in my right hand and carefully laid my bag over my shoulder.

‘Let’s do this.’ I whispered, walking through the doors with more confidence than I was feeling.

I couldn’t see any familiar faces and I was just about to ask one of the uniformed officers where the FBI agents had set up when I saw familiar soft brown hair exiting one of the conference rooms.

‘Reid!’ I shouted, perhaps a little too loudly, but I ignored the stares of the officers and made my way over to the genius.

‘Y/N!’ His expression brightened as he took me in, and when he saw that I was clutching Earl, his eyes softened.

Before I could say anything, Reid scooped me up in his arms and just like that I was surrounded by warmth. My face rested against his chest and I couldn’t help but slightly nuzzle against the soft cardigan he was wearing, relaxing into him as the scent of his fabric softener and woodsy cologne invaded my nostrils. Honestly, Reid gave the best hugs, it was impossible not to feel relaxed, comforted and safe in his warm embrace. I’m not sure how long he held me for, but when he pulled back to look at my face, his hands lingering on the tops of my arms, my previous anxiety was gone.

‘How are you feeling? Do you need something to drink, something to eat?’ He asked, his voice soft as his observant cinnamon eyes took in my expression.

‘I’m good, I ate on the plane and I have water in my bag.’ I smiled, trying not to blush as I felt his hand hovering above my lower back as he led me to the conference room.

‘Are you ready for this?’ He asked once I was sat down with the unsub’s laptop in front of me and the appropriate equipment attached.

‘Honey, I don’t think I ever am, but it doesn’t matter, any hesitation on my part could endanger lives or prevent us from saving them so we prevail.’ I pulled my hair up into a ponytail with one of the scrunchies I kept on my wrist and began typing.

Due to my concentration on my task, I failed to notice the way Reid’s cheeks coloured red at my term of endearment, or how he fiddled with the papers in front of him as a ruse whenever he paused for a moment to observe me.

‘It’s too quiet in here.’ I mumbled after a while, knowing at the bat cave I’d have music playing in the background, not so loud that we couldn’t concentrate or wouldn’t hear our phones if they rang, but loud enough for me to concentrate fully. Pen hated it at first, until I suggested we took turns picking the music, now she loved it and needed it as much as I did.

‘There’s no sound system in here, but I have my headphones in my bag if you wanna hook them up to your phone?’ Spence suggested, sounding almost timid.

‘That would be amazing,’ I paused for a moment to accept them with a bright smile, before plugging them into my phone and getting back to work.

I clicked on one of my many ‘work’ playlists and carried on, humming along to Apocalyptic by Hailstorm. Great song.

I couldn’t have told you how long I was working for, but when a hand tapped me on the shoulder I was so startled that I screamed, my right hand blindly lashing out in the direction of whoever had interrupted me. I exhaled a breath of relief when I saw Derek, hands up in surrender and making no attempts to hide his amusement. I pulled my headphones off and gently set them on the desk in front of me.

‘Derek what the hell?’ I exclaimed, my hand over my chest in an attempt to calm my heartbeat, ‘I was in the zone, you don’t bring someone out of the zone like that unless you want to give them a cardiac arrest!’

‘I’m sorry sweet girl, are you alright?’ He chuckled, winding an arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for a side hug.

‘I will be,’ I sent him a glare as I pulled back, but we both knew it was half-hearted.

‘Where is everyone?’ I wondered, but my question was rendered moot as I saw Reid, JJ and Prentiss making their way over to us.

‘Hotch and Rossi are interviewing the latest victim’s parents, JJ and Prentiss and I have just come back from the latest crime scene.’ Morgan explained.

‘Latest victim?’ I repeated, my tone hinting at my sadness over the news.

‘Yeah.’ Derek offered a comforting smile, kissing my cheek and releasing me as the others joined us in the room.

‘Y/N!’ Prentiss and JJ said in unison, both stepping forward and wrapping me in a hug.

‘Nice to see you’ve come up for air!’ JJ teased as they both pulled back and took seats at the table.

‘Nice to be acknowledged.’ Prentiss winked to show she was teasing.

I chuckled, but I could feel a flush of embarrassment as I paced, trying to ease my suddenly stiff muscles, ‘sorry guys, you know what I’m like, plus it’s paying off as I’m almost in!’

‘That’s great, Y/N.’ Spence offered me a bright smile and a cup of coffee.

‘Oh my god, thank you so much!’ I cheered, taking a gulp straight away, pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t scalding hot, but the perfect drinking temperature.

The others laughed at my exclamation but I paid them no mind, knowing they were only jesting. Plus they knew me well enough to know about my caffeine addiction by now.

‘Right, if I get back in now, I can probably have the computer completely de-encrypted by the time Hotch and Rossi get back.’ I cracked my knuckles, put my headphones back on and dove back in after giving them a peace sign.

It felt like seconds had passed when Reid placed his hand next to my computer, not suddenly enough to scare me, but soft enough to gain my attention. I looked from his hand and up to him, smiling immediately at the sight of his soft cinnamon orbs.

‘What’s up Spence?’ I asked, slipping the headphones to rest around my neck.

‘Hotch was wondering how close you are?’ He murmured softly, his chin gesturing to the speakerphone at the centre of the table.

‘Actually, Sir, I’m waiting for the final part of the code to be de-encrypted, so minutes.’ I said, my voice tentative.

‘That’s great, Y/N, we’re all on our way back to the station to see what you’ve uncovered.’ He replied, and I barely managed to get out a ‘thank you sir’ before he hung up the phone.

‘Why are they all coming back?’ I wondered, my voice soft and a little confused. Usually in these kinds of cases Pen and I sifted through the relevant information and then sent it directly to the team.

‘This unsub takes great gratification in his murders, but when we searched his apartment we didn’t find any souvenirs that would allow him to relive his crimes. We think he has something on his laptop to allow him to do that.’ Spencer explained, his eyes gentle with understanding as my expression became distraught.

‘Right, okay, sicko souvenirs coming right up.’ I said, putting my nausea and disgust to the back of my mind to allow myself to focus.

‘Are you sure you don’t want a minute?’ He said, his hand gently resting on top of mine on the keyboard and halting my movements.

I turned my hand over and gripped it in mine tightly. No words were spoken between us, he let me hold his hand for as long as I needed and when I finally felt in control of my emotions again, I sent him a grateful smile that he returned.

‘Thank you, Spence. I didn’t realise how much I needed that.’ I squeezed his hand once more before letting go.

‘I’m always here for you, Y/N, whenever you need me.’ He promised, patting my shoulder on his way out of the room. He was holding his coffee mug so I assumed he was going to get a refill.

I was snapped out of watching him walk away as the computer in front of me beeped: ‘Access Granted’ was written in green against the black desktop, before it disappeared and allowed me into his files. With a deep breath I started sifting through, finding the evidence of his crimes quicker than I would have liked— it turned out that aside from some accounting files, this laptop was primarily used for storing every horrific thing he’d done to these women. He had nine videos, each of a different blonde haired Caucasian woman being tortured and then eventually murdered. I could tell this must have gone on for hours for each individual woman, but he’d clearly edited the footage down to the ‘best bits.’ Each was five minutes long and I’d just finished watching the last video when the team rejoined me.

‘Videos.’ I said, elaborating at the confusion, ‘his souvenirs are videos of his victims. The torture and each individual murder. He’s clearly edited the footage, but if he did that on this laptop then I can probably recover it if you need me to.’

‘We’ll all watch the current videos as they are, you get started on that, Y/N.’ Hotch said as the team all pulled out their tablets to watch the videos I’d already sent to them.

I nodded, pulling my headphones up and taking a deep breath to squelch the dread bubbling up in my gut. This isn’t about you I reminded myself, and with a nod I dove back in and uncovered frame by horrifying frame that the unsub had edited out. I had to call Pen and ask her to split the footage with me, as it was too much for me to shift through by myself, and time was of the essence. Once it was divided I leapt back in, trying not to flinch at every scream. I frowned when I noticed the unsub look up to the camera and smile, but he wasn’t looking into the lens, he was looking at something behind the camera. Or someone. With a hunch in mind, I ran the audio through a filter and took out the girls screams, bringing me to a shocking revelation. The unsub had a partner... and it was a woman.

As much as I hated flying, I was honestly relieved to be on the jet back to Quantico. I was settled in one of the singular seats by the window, staring out into the darkness and hoping that the victim we’d manage to save would recover from the trauma she’d been subjected to. No one should have to go through something so horrific, but I was just glad she hadn’t died like the others.

‘Hey.’ Spence’s soft voice broke me from my mind.

‘Hey.’ I returned the greeting with a smile and accepting the blanket he offered me, ‘how did you know I was cold?’

‘I saw you rubbing your upper arms.’ He shrugged but he looked almost... bashful and it made my heartbeat stutter in my chest.

‘Well, thank you.’ I lifted the blanket to cover his both and explained at Reid’s raised brow, ‘we both know you’ll be dozing off soon, you might as well be cozy.’

He laughed softly, not wanting to disturb the other passengers— they’d all been asleep for a while now. When his arm came up and rested on my shoulders, I snuggled into his side without hesitation, missing the fond expression that formed on his face as I did. For the first time since he’d hugged me yesterday, I finally felt relaxed, calm and safe.

‘You did good on this case, you know.’ He said after a moment, his hand moving softly up and down on my arm.

I blushed, but otherwise reminded silent, not knowing what to say and not really believing he wasn’t just trying to be nice.

‘I’m serious. If you hadn’t uncovered that the partner was a woman, we would have released the girl when she came to the station claiming the unsub had beat her up.’ He said, the passion he usually reserved for his trivia coating his words.

‘I’m glad I helped, and I’m glad we were able to save Angela.’ I murmured quietly, but I knew he could hear me.

‘Me too.’ He agreed, holding me tighter to his side.

We were silent for a while, until he cleared his throat and said something that had me from the cusp of falling a sleep, to wide awake within seconds.

‘Derek pointed something out to me yesterday before you got to Georgia. He said that whenever you’re around me you’re relaxed in a way that you aren’t with anyone else.’ He spoke fast, his tone coated with anxiety and... hope? ‘It’s something I’ve never noticed before, but when he mentioned it, I found myself observing things I’d never seen before. The way you calmed as soon as you hugged me after you arrived at the station, the way you didn’t completely melt into the hugs Derek, JJ and Prentiss gave you. The way you didn’t jump when I caught your attention, the way your expression brightens up whenever we make eye contact.’

My heart was thundering in my chest, but my body refused to stiffen and remained as relaxed as it always did when I was in Spencer’s arms. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I’d been more subtle but apparently not. What should I say? But I realised he hadn’t actually asked me anything yet, and I assumed he was only bringing this up to address my feelings and gently let me down. Instead of jumping in and potentially making the situation worse, I decided to wait until he asked me whatever he was building up to ask me.

‘I guess I realised you feel safe and carefree with me.’ He took a deep breath, ‘and I’m relieved because you make me feel the same way. You make me feel calm, you make my mind slow down so I can actually keep up with the millions of thoughts that are constantly swirling through my mind. When you hug me, smile at me, hold my hand... the tension I didn’t realise I was carrying around just eases from my body. I can’t explain it with justice, Y/N, but I’m certain that what I’m feeling is love. I’m in love with you. And I was wondering if there was a chance that you would maybe go on a date with me?’

I knew my expression was mirroring the surprise and complete and utter shock I was feeling on the inside, because Spencer’s face started to redden with embarrassment. He opened his mouth again, probably to apologise, or something equally absurd, but I lifted my hand and gently placed it over his mouth.

‘I would love to go on a date with you, Spence.’ I told him, removing my hand when his eyes sparkled with relief and complete joy.

‘Thank god.’ He breathed, his forehead resting against mine as his eyes fluttered closed.

I breathed out a laugh, rubbing my nose against his softly and murmuring, ‘I love you too, you know. I have for a while.’

His lids lifted, his eyes had warmed to chocolate as they swam with happiness, ‘you have no idea how good that is to hear.’ His hand brushed my hair behind my ear and then caressed the side of my face.

‘I think I know pretty well.’ I grinned, my hand curling in his hair as we moved towards each other simultaneously.

His lips were soft, warm and wonderful as they moved against mine. A part of me couldn’t believe how natural it felt to kiss him, but the other part of me was unsurprised— everything felt natural with Spencer, from hugging, to holding hands and not speaking a word to each other for hours at a time but enjoying one another’s presence regardless, there had never been a moment that hadn’t felt right. And this was no exception. His lips moved expertly across mine, with no hesitation, no reverence, as if we had done this together a million times before. And I had no doubt in my mind that we would do this a million times after, because there was no way that being with him felt so perfect, if it wasn’t meant to be. Spence was my soulmate that I was sure of.

A/N: I know, another Spencer Reid imagine! I’d apologise but I love him, and he’s all I’ve been inspired to write lately, so I’m embracing it. Hope you liked this one!

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #Criminal Minds

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bebopwhore · 3 years

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New Years Eve

Spike Spiegel x Reader

A/N: thank you all for the love on my first fanfic🥺 I didn’t do anything special for New Years because covid is a thing but while I was getting ready for dinner on nye I thought about writing this because why not:) I changed my writing style so that it’s more organized and more of a narration perspective than how my very first fanfic was

Summary: With the Bebop docked on Mars It was New Years Eve and y/n was getting ready for a night out with Faye and some other girlfriends but Spike can’t help but worry about her.

With her dresses of choice spread across her bed y/n sat in front of her vanity and took the rollers out of her hair giddying with excitement over the thought of her first New Years kiss.

*knock knock*

Unbeknownst to her Spike banged at the her metal door. after no answer he carefully opened it. music was blaring and the girl was definitely feeling herself, seductively applying her lipstick while Harmonizing to whatever was playing through the speaker Spike got her for Christmas . His smile grew when he realized she was only dressed in his sleep shirt. She gleamed when she saw the man in the mirror and lowered the volume.

“Hey you” y/n said

Spike slouched over and kissed her head. He was dressed in the formal button up black shirt she had gotten him for Christmas

“Cute face” he muttered

“Yeah I’m getting ready for a wild night Spiegel”

Spike put his elbows on the vanity and squatted next to her seat, arms folded under his chin on the desk and he started pouting at her in the mirror while y/n adjusted the glitter on her eyes

“Why the long face?” She asked

“Will you be back before midnight?”

He said with disappointment in his eyes

“Spike yes of course! Im dragging Faye with me out of the bar and into a cab at 11”

He sighed in relief

“Good, don’t be too wasted please”

“Hey! Faye’s the only one that goes that far”

Spike chuckled “Yeah you’re actually right”

She started to glide her hands through his hair and he melted to her touch, putting his head down so that her nails could have much more access to the back of his neck

She continued “besides, why would I risk not remembering our first New Years kiss?”

His head shot up and Spike smiled in content, kissing her hand like a gentlemen, he started to stand back up.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked to the three dresses spread all over the bed.

“Which one you wearing?”

“I haven’t decided, pick one for me?..please”

All dresses were similar in length, short with a pretty deep v neck, there was a black one. A red one, both silky but there was one that looked silver with sparkle that reflected all sorts of rainbow that really caught Spike’s eye and the most deep plunging neck out of all of them with almost little to no back coverage

“As much as I love all of them you gotta wear the shiny one”

“The disco ball one it is! the plunge makes me uncomfortable but I’ll wear a leather jacket with it because I’ll get cold anyway”

He hummed a response

“Show me all of you when you’re done, and if anyone tries messing with you, you automatically send me your location okay?”

“Spiiiike i’ll be fine”

He turned away and started to walk toward toward the door to leave “And you’re taking my gun”

“What?”

He paused and turned back around

“Spike you never let anyone touch your precious Jericho”

he slowly strolled back to y/n with a serious expression on his face. While ruffling his hands through his hair he squatted down to her level again but took a knee this time, almost in a proposal stance. This time he was facing her with his right hand cupping her thigh gently while the other arm rested on his knee that was upright

“But it’s you and I want you safe”

He never broke the eye contact as a chill went down her spine

“Spike... I.. Im grateful you’re offering me your gun but I don’t want to wear the strap on my thigh and have it on me uncomfortably on New Year’s Eve!”

“y/n” he sighs crossing his arms on top of her thigh now “....I am not offering you I am telling you you’re taking it. I bought you that thigh strap for a reason too. This is a perfect time. Mars is filled with dangerous creeps. look at all the syndicate’s here.”

His voice had started to raise “As a matter of fact we shouldn’t even be here. let me go tell Jet to fly us somewhere els-“

Her hands went to cup his face interrupting his last sentence

“ssshhh hey hey alright I’ll be armed don’t you worry cowboy okay?” She whispered calming him

He put his head down and sighed in relief against her thigh, grateful that she didn’t get mad at him for only wanting to protect her

“Thank you. you’re gonna be looking too beautiful tonight to not be carrying” he muttered in his arms still placed on her thigh as if she was the vanity desk

“Oh stop” she scoffed with a whole lot blushing to her face that was indeed hers and not artificial. She began to rub his shoulders

When he looked back up to give y/n a smile that no one has ever seen but her, she kissed Spike’s forehead. He got back up once more and waved a cheeky goodbye to her in the mirror, he was about to shut the door when Ed came storming in with Ein in her arms

“MAKEUP!!!” Ed sang

“You want some?” y/n asked her excitedly

“Yes Ed wants all the glitters in the world!!”

“I’m all done now so take my seat and I’ll put glitter on Ed’s eyes and cheek bones just like me!”

“Bye bye Spike person!”

Ein barked happily at him

Spike smirked a response and made another wave only this time was to Ed. He didn’t like to smile too big as he would whenever he’d witness the two girls having fun. He closed the door slowly and headed to the basement to fetch some beers him and Jet were saving for tonight. Thinking about how y/n always treated Ed made Spike not doubt one bit that she would make a great mother some day. He never once grasped the thought of having kids of his own until he met his one of a kind woman, he devoted his life in protecting y/n. He hated kids, Ed was the only exception because she was smart. But the thought of y/n someday having his kids didn’t seem like a total nightmare or a bad idea. He wondered if she liked the idea as well. The two of them aren’t the biggest planners but he likes it that way and he hoped she felt the same.

Whatever happens, happens.

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sonicgetsrawed · 4 years

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Grilled Cheese

Sorry guys but my dearest friend @grilledcheezerwheezer wanted a return to cheese names so y’all get this! Love you cheese!!!!! Enjoy!!!

It was one in the morning. One in the fucking morning and he was starving. Unfortunately the only thing in his apartment were a few slices of cheese, tortillas, and whatever multigrain fucking sad excuse for bread Varian made him buy last time they went to the supermarket together. And he wasn’t touching that bread with a ten foot pole, nope not tonight, not ever. Instead he was left to glare at the measly slices of cheese and tortillas. This fucking sucked. He just wanted some fucking food, was that too much to ask?

Hugo slammed his head against the cool metal of the refrigerator, hoping somehow it would soothe the growing hunger in his stomach. It didn’t work. He was about to give up and trudge back to bed with a few slices of cheese in his pocket and call it a night, when his phone went off.

Goggles: Goodnight, babe!! Good luck on your presentation tomorrow!!!

Hugo groaned, he forgot about his stupid presentation tomorrow. He hated his debate class, it was pointless, but Donella insisted it was necessary. He just saw it as a waste of time. Now he’d have to stay up all night to finish the stupid thing. His stomach rumbled, reminding him why he was up in the first place. He bet Varian had good food at his place, he always made sure to keep his pantries stocked, that’s why he preferred to stay at Varian’s. Unfortunately he’d screwed himself over by opting to stay home tonight so he could focus on his homework instead of making out on Varian’s couch. He wished he’d chosen the latter.

Goggles: You need anything before I turn in?

Hugo smiled down at the text on his screen. He didn’t know what he ever did to deserve a boyfriend as kind and wonderful as Varian but he’d do it a thousand times over if it ensured they’d be together forever. He typed out his usual response of ‘no, get some sleep, babe,’ his finger hovering over the send button, before quickly deleting it. Instead hitting the call button. It rang twice before Varian’s voice came through the other side, Hugo smiling at the sound of it.

“What’s up?” Varian sounded like he was already half asleep, his voice low, borderline whispering. It made him wish he was there so he could hold him close and place light kisses along his cheeks and eyelids until he drifted off to sleep. But if he had his way Varian would be in his arms soon enough.

“How much do you love me?” Hugo responded, keeping his voice as light as possible, a slight sing-song quality to his words.

“Hugo, I swear to god if you started another fucking bar fight and I have to bail you out again, I am actually going to murder you.” Hugo’s shoulders shook as he tried to restrain his laughter, if Varian’s slew of curses were anything to go by he failed tremendously. “This isn’t fucking funny. You can’t just sock a guy for saying he doesn’t want to listen to ‘Bennie and the Jets’ for the fifth time in a row.”

“Hey! First of all that song is a fucking masterpiece, who wouldn’t want to listen to it all night? And secondly that guy was a jackass, he was staring at your ass all night, and don’t get me fucking started on his snide comments.” He took a deep breath to stop himself from going on another rant about this. He could hear Varian roll his eyes, he may not have thought the fight had been worth it, but Hugo was proud as hell for breaking that guy’s nose, even if it did cost him a night in a holding cell. No one insulted his boyfriend and got away with it.

Varian sighed, rustling around with something if the sounds coming from his phone we’re anything to go by. “Hugh, just tell me where you are.”

Hugo couldn’t help but laugh. It was adorable when his boyfriend worried so much. “I’m at home.”

“Oh.” The rustling stopped, a small moment of silence on the line. “Are you hurt? Oh my god, Hugo, why didn’t you fucking lead with that?! I’ll be there in twenty. What happened? Do I need to bring ice? A heating pad? Fuck, are you bleeding?”

“Var, babe-“

“Should I call an ambulance? I’m bringing the first aid kit. Do you even have a first aid kit? Fuck it I’m bringing two.” He could hear the jingling of Varian’s keys as he grabbed them from the kitchen counter.

“Varian, please calm down, I’m fine.” He waited until he could hear the keys being set back down and Varian sucked in a breath, the air whistling between his buck teeth. “I love that you’re so concerned about me, but I just need some bread and perhaps some butter.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You scared me half to death and all you needed was food.” He sounded more exasperated than upset, relief lining his voice.

“It’s not my fault you jumped to conclusions. I love when you’re over dramatic for no reason.” Hugo teased, he loved how much Varian cared, but he always jumped to the worst possible conclusions. He supposed it was his past experiences that were to blame. “But seriously, I think I may actually starve to death if I don’t get some food.”

He was relieved when Varian laughed at that, the sound light enough to give him confidence that any worry was now gone. “Who’s being over dramatic now? Give me twenty and I’ll be there with your stupid bread.”

“Yay! Love you, sweet cheeks.” Hugo responded, a wide smile on his face. He didn’t think it was possible to love anyone more than he loved Varian.

“Love you too, annoying prick.” Varian shot back, a comfortable silence lingering between them before the line went dead. They never said goodbye, goodbye had a sense of permanence to them that they just didn’t want. Because Hugo would fight tooth and nail to have Varian forever, and he knew his boyfriend returned the sentiment. Hugo held his phone close to his chest, pushing away from the refrigerator, he just had to wait twenty minutes and Varian would be in his arms.

It was an agonizing twenty minutes. He accomplished nothing besides opening up his presentation application and stuffing cheese slices in his mouth. Until finally the familiar sound of the lock turning reached his ears. He leapt out of his seat practically running for the front door. Varian was closing the door behind him, his too long pajama bottoms swallowing his shoes, his jacket swallowing him, the bag which he assumed held his beloved bread hanging from his arm, his nose tinted pink from the chill of the night.

“You absolute angel.” Hugo said, picking up the smaller male and spinning him around, Varian letting out a startled yelp. Hugo took the bag from him, placing a kiss to his pink nose before rifling through the contents. “Thank fuck, you got the good bread. Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Only when you want something.” Varian teased, kicking off his shoes into the middle of the living room, shedding his jacket, and crawling under the blanket Hugo kept on his couch. He made a face at the shoes now in the middle of his living room, but decided not to say anything, Varian did walk all the way over just to bring his whiny ass some bread he could deal with it this time. “Why does it always get cold so early in the year?”

Hugo laughed, wrapping his arms around him as best he could from behind the couch and placing a kiss to his temple. “I can think of a few ways we can warm you up.”

Varian hummed in response, almost sinking into the couch as he attempted to lean into Hugo’s touch. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Hugo responded. Varian turning in his grasp as he leaned in for a kiss. “But first I’m going to make something to eat, I’m starving.” Hugo released him instantly, making his way back to the kitchen, laughing at Varian’s offended pout.

“Fuck you.” Varian teased, sticking out his tongue as he watched Hugo move about the kitchen.

“So you don’t want a grilled cheese?” Hugo asked, a smug smirk on his face.

“Oh no, I do. I walked all the way over here. I better get a grilled cheese.” Varian said, a yawn interrupting his words.

“Do you want regular bread or that multigrain shit you insist on buying?” Hugo said, a smile working its way into his face as he spotted Varian resting his head in his hands on the back of the couch.

“You had bread this whole time?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t exactly call that inedible piece of shit, sorry excuse for bread, bread. I really don’t know how you eat it.” Hugo switched on the stove, his ingredients ready to go.

“It’s healthy.” Varian shot back, his words holding no bite. Hugo didn’t say anything in response, his smile becoming softer as Varian’s eyes slipped closed.

It didn’t take him long to make the sandwiches, cutting them into halves and removing the crusts from Varian’s. Hugo set them onto the coffee table that sat in front of his couch and smoothed back Varian’s hair, his eyes blinking open. “Hey, sweet cheeks, the sandwiches are done.”

Varian simply nodded, draping his legs across Hugo’s lap before picking up his sandwich. Hugo using his legs as an impromptu table, watching as Varian took a large bite, the cheese pulling and breaking to rest on his chin. “God, why do grilled cheeses taste so much better at one in the morning.” Varian said, a moan escaping his lips as he devoured the sandwich, licking the grease from his fingers.

“Same reason you do.” Hugo responded with a wiggle of his eyebrows that sent Varian into a fit of laughter.

“You are so cheesy.” Varian teased, cupping Hugo’s face and pressing their foreheads together.

“Was that a pun?” Hugo laughed. Varian nodded with a laugh of his own, biting on his bottom lip. “I love you so fucking much.”

Hugo moved forward claiming Varian’s lips, the kiss tasting of grease and cheese, but still holding something else that was distinctly them. They smiled the whole time, eventually breaking apart. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“Carry me? I’m exhausted.” Varian whined, locking his arms around Hugo’s neck.

Hugo placed a kiss to his cheek. “Sure thing, babe.” He easily lifted Varian, moving them to the bedroom and tucking him in. He slid in between the sheets, pulling an already dozing Varian to his chest, his presentation long forgotten. And when his alarm went off at seven he simply hit the snooze button, nothing was more important than snuggling in bed with his boyfriend.

#tangled the series #varian #hugo #varian/hugo #varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #fluff #lots o fluff for once #proof I can in fact write fluff #return of the cheese names

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wevegottogetaway · 3 years

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Whirlwind Part II - Bora

DAY 2

Echoes are bouncing within the sturdy walls of the San Diego Marine Corps Air Station's main hangar. Blackshoes are in the middle of pre-flight logistics runs and equipment set-up before the launch of Top Gun program's first training mission. Aircrafts are being carefully escorted outside towards the runway, the sound of their roaring turbines whelming Harry's ears but he doesn't let that disturb his self-reflecting musings. His body is leant on the metallic hinges of the warehouse's entrance as his absentminded gaze doesn't shift from the take-off runway.

He is about an hour early but the upcoming events of the day have had him on edge since he reluctantly draped the cool bedsheets off his body that morning. How could he possibly get a wink of sleep knowing he was, at last, going back amongst the clouds for the first time since the accident? For the first time without his best friend. For the first time without is partner by his side (or rather behind him) watching out for hidden threats and targets in line. Jonathan had always had his back but from this day forward Harry would have to rely on Aella to keep them both safe.

He doesn't know what to make of that, what to make of her. There is no questioning her skills and capability, one could never join this program without those...but two highly proficient flyers don't necessarily equal one flawless unit. Especially since they know so little of each other. Be that as it may, the fellowship that binds two pilots flying the same aircraft is indispensable to their success and in those life-of-deaths seconds, when it feels like the sky is closing in on them and the next move can make or break them, it all comes down to one thing: the entrustment between him and her.

And he wants to. Wants to take his trust out from the jetted pocket of his uniform, lay it on the palm of her hand and enclose her fingers around it to keep secure. But it doesn't work like that, does it? Trust is not so much a choice as it is a spontaneous feeling immune to rational thinking. And for a reason he doesn't want to mull over too much, Harry can't help but feel wary of her in a way. He's seen her fire; the night before last when she made a fool out of their most redoubtable opponent. Recognized the same flame that used to inhabit his best friend's eyes and make him the warmest being Harry ever got to be around. It doesn't sway him as much as it scares him. Fierceness is a good trait in the Navy world, but too much of it can be deceitful. Harry experienced it first-hand.

He doesn't dwell on it too much for now though, and makes his way to the back of the warehouse where his "classmates" have started to huddle while waiting for the superiors. Most of the promotion is there, the usual inner-groups appearing clearly to Harry as his eyes takes in the scene: herdsman Rex and his sheeps on one side while the other crews enjoy one last round of banter before their sternness is summoned for the first mission of the program.

Harry takes note of Aella's absence just as someone calls out to him. "Styles!" It's his callsign tumbling out of Dean Marshall's mouth. Harry used to have another, but the only person who was allowed to make use of that one special letter, is no longer able to claim it.

Dean and his partner Emmet Iggersman - or as they are commonly addressed to on base, Dazzler and Tigger - complete the other half of Harry and Aella's team. The four of them fly in tandem to form a section and hopefully fulfill the missions' objectives before the others do. Harry has flown many a time with these two guys and he's glad he'll be able to count on them as well should his new pairing go south.

"Hey Daz, how's it goin' ?" his greeting is followed by a good-natured handshake.

"S' goin' awesome, thanks for asking! My boy just started walking like a penguin on steroids right before I left. I swear the little champ is takin' the helm to keep his mum on her toes while his father's gone!" The proud smirk teasing Dazzler's lips triggers a contagious chuckle from his peers as they all take in the sheer bliss coloring the new-dad's face.

"That's grand man! Send my prayers to Catherine, sounds like she might need it, yeah?"

"Will do Styles, but enough 'bout me, how are you holdin' up? I can't deal fo' you man, what with Fox gone and this new partner thing..." There's a painful tug at Harry's chest at the utterance of Jonathan's callsign, the nickname born from his tangerine-like hair though Harry always believed it was more reference to his best-friend incredibly cunning mind. He ignores it in favor of a more tempered and diplomatic answer than what his heart was crying out.

"It'll be an adjustment fo' sure, yeah. But overall I'm just glad to be back in the game"

"As we all are Styl-" Tigger has just placed a comforting hand on Harry's broad shoulder when he is interrupted by none other than Rex's disdainful voice.

"Hey girls! How's the BFFs reunion going?"

Dazzler doesn't hesitate before stepping forward and firing back "Just about a punch away from properly kickin'off. Why? are you offerin'?"

"Wooo I'm shaking" Rex replies with a fake tremor. Then he seems to spot something - or rather someone - coming up behind Harry and Tigger. It's Aella, head kept down as to not attract any attention. She's seen the despicable man interacting with her new crew so she tries to reach the makeshift classroom (mostly just chairs aligned in a couple of rows in the middle of a hangar) as inconspicuously as possible. The déjà-vu impression is not lost on her.

"There she is!" Aella tilts her head up, knowing she's busted. "Miss James Bond Girl in the flesh! C'mere sweetheart, come show these suckers who wears the pants in this team!" The disdain within her levels up a notch (as if possible) but Aella doesn't know what she hates the most about this nonsense. The fact he is ridiculing her once again or the fact he acts like none of the after James-Bond-Girl-debacle two nights ago ever happened. As if she didn't put him in his place like the badass she is.

Or maybe it's the affectionate pet-name coming out of his repugnant lips and directed to her... Anyway, she doesn't have the time to prepare a comeback before a second round is launched, this time at her new partner.

"Better watch it Styles! Next thing you know you'll be the one in the freakin' kitchen..."

"Cut it out, Rex-" Harry starts defending his team but a stern and humorless voice overpowers his.

"I don't reckon anyone asked for your moronic opinions. So please pack your ignorant bullshit away and leave us the fuck alone" She keeps her countenance as she tells him off but Rex is not budging an inch and neither is the insolent smirk hung on his face.

"Damn Harry, quite the mouthy one you have here. Sure you can handle her?"

"For Christ's sake, please shut the hell up and go back where you came from Rex or by God I swear I won't hesitate to have you weep on the floor for your momma like a baby, again."

"Again?" Dazzler perks up with a smiling frown just as Rex's smugness fades away to be replaced by unadulterated contempt.

"You're delusional if you think I can be scared of you Lonethorne" he spats out while backing away, head up mighty high. "Stupid cunts" he adds under his breath as he turns around to rejoin his buddies.

Aella knows she's worked herself up but she can't help but call out to him one more time. "Oh and Rex?... How's the hand doing?" He doesn't give her the curtesy of a respond but Aella is satisfied with the flare of his nose and the twitch in his eye.

Meanwhile the three men still at her sides are left speechless, Dazzler and Tigger still processing the heated exchange while Harry seems lost in his own thoughts.

She'd done it again. Let the fire out and turned Rex's crudeness into ashes before they could scar her skin. There was no attempt of taming the beast before she went in guns blazing. That didn't help assuage his worries one bit. She's too impulsive is playing in his head over and over like a broken record. Because while Harry agrees Rex is the worst kinds of knobheads, he's always believed responding to antagonization was pointless. Better to look the other way and let the jerk waste his energy on petty words that will never reach aim. And because all in all, there are dogfighters, but that endeavor is reserved in the air, not on land.

"My my, darling. You just pimped the shit out of the least pimpable man on base. I think I'm in awe." Dazzler says after regaining his senses.

"Please don't call me darling" Aella retorts softly as she knows he doesn't mean it in any condescending way.

"Sorry. Aella, is it?"

"Yeah, that's me. And you are...?"

"Dazzler, so very nice to meet you" he smiles widely accepting her handshake offer. "And just a heads-up dear Aella. After you tell me all about weeping Rex, you and I are gonna be besties, I can feel it" She chuckles lightly as his enthusiasm and decides she'll not only welcome his affection but also return it. Before she can reciprocate the sentiment however, the room falls suddenly quiet and a second later the reason, or rather 4 reasons, come into her view: Commander Berks, Lieutenant Rogers and two other officers that have yet to be introduced.

"Morning everyone, I can tell some of you over-indulged in Induction Rave. If you could put the same amount of devotion you put at getting faced into your training, I would be eternally grateful." Berks earns himself a full house of laughters, before compelling the room back to sobriety. "Time to be serious now. ACM training was not invented to entertain you and make you look pretty up there. As an era where the potential of confrontation is constantly rising, air combat excellence is now more than ever a vital technique to the protection of our country. And don't you forget that: you are above all defenders of the nation. Not heroes, not athletes. I say again: protectors. Best be at you sharpest then." The Commander pauses after his inspiring tirade.

"Now, let's talk about this first assignment. Just plain good old-fashioned dogfighting to give you guys a foretaste of what's coming. Today it's gonna be 4 units at a time against 4 of ours. Your goal is to target any one of the instructors' units while trying not to be shot yourself. I'll say it now, we won't go easy on you. This exercise is meant as an assessment of your current skills, so don't get too cocky up there, just do your ex-Commanders honor. First one to reach its target or last one to be shot wins the mission. Remember, there is no points for second place in this program." He pauses and starts grinning. "Show me what you got."

With that Aella tries a small glance in Harry's direction but his eyes are fixed towards the horizon with a permanent frown shrouding their luminescence. She sighs.

Fully equipped of her G-suit, helmet and headset, Aella is making the last adjustments on her seat at the back of the cockpit. She's not unfamiliar with the radar intercept officer position though she's usually the one at the commands. She's also used to flying alone.

The panel in front of her intimidatingly takes up all her front view with a couple of screens and numerous switches and tuners. Her perspective is limited to a peripheral vision on both sides of the cockpit but she wouldn't be relying on a full panorama to spot target and threats anyway. No her job is to accurately keep tract of all flying elements within the largest range and most anticipated time possible. There's no point in crying out for enemy presence when they're already at your six and firing away... Along with relaying their position to Harry, Aella can also suggest tactical maneuvers based on the predictions she draws from the opponents' moves.

Speaking of Harry, they haven't exchanged a word since their brief introduction two days ago. Now they're both tightly harnessed to their seat about to navigate a near-thirty-tons engine beyond the speed of sound. Aella's never been a religious one but as the technician gives her one last thumb up to signal their operational status, she's praying to all deities that the awkwardness between them on land is nothing but the result of a subliminal force destined to counterbalance their incredible chemistry in the air.

The canopy of the cockpit locks them into silence before Harry speaks up. "All good?" The mediocre quality of the microphone's transducer makes his voice even raspier than usual through the headset tucked over Aella's ears.

"Yeah all good. You?"

"Same."

She thinks their conversation is over but then she hears a hushed voice. "Let's kick the tires and light the fires." She figures it was more so for his own benefit though, so she doesn't comment.

All too soon they're propelled forward, backs pinned to their seats because of the tremendous speed pressure. It can be a small-scale body trauma for some but Aella has never felt more comfortable. A tingle of the fingertips later, they are welcomed in an infinite azure dotted by a few scarce clouds, the runway long gone behind them. Both pilots enjoy a couple peaceful seconds to take in their new panorama and then they snap: it begins.

"I've got a six strobe. I think he's locked on us." Aella starts reading out the incoming movements entering her radar scope.

With a switch on his radio transmitter, Harry reaches out to Dazzler and Tigger as they are flying in a parallel tandem alongside them. "Tigger, you spot it?"

"Positive. It's Rogers, looks like he's a single." Tigger who endorses the same role as Aella quickly reports, before she pitches back in for a few more precisions.

"Contact at 900 knots closure. He's gaining speed."

"Daz, it's split time." Harry announces.

"Copy that Styles."

After Dazzler's approval, the two aircrafts are both sharply veering outwards in a defensive split, leaving a Y-shaped trail of smoke after them. The move comes through as the chaser is contrived to choose one direction to follow, but to Harry's dismay they get the short end of the stick.

"Rogers coming left, eight o'clock high." Aella signals immediately.

The scenery below them is a mix of wild purples and pale magentas, with fields-worth of lavender adorning the dry soil so characteristic of Californian lands. Peace and nature prevail on these grounds slightly remote from the bustling life of the city but the same cannot be said ten-thousand feet above where Harry is caught in a tedious game of zig-zag trying to escape his pursuer.

"He's tailing us. Watch your six!" her pulse quickens every time Rogers' unit manages to lock its position right behind them. There is no more vulnerable position for a pilot than to have an enemy flying at their six. It usually means incoming fire. It's why Harry is relentlessly jerking the TomCat in a rapid and unpredictable manner, the constant change in direction making it near-impossible for Rogers to lock, aim and shoot them.

"No shit Sherlock, why d'you think I'm jinxing so much?" Harry is starting to see spots on his peripheral vision from the gravitational pull, and he can only hope his tailgater is experiencing the same. Beads of sweat dotting his hairline and starting to dribble along his temples but it doesn't put a damper on his concentration. He can't relent or he becomes an exposed target.

"Goddamn, he's not budgin.'" Harry tries with all his might to leave his frustration out of the cockpit but the situation is not looking up.

"You got new contact ahead, 2 o'clock." Aella perks up at the discovery.

"Imma bit preoccupied with Rogers up my ass, if you haven't noticed." She should have known pointing out a potential target while they were heavily pursued themselves was not what Harry wanted to hear, but she already had a plan all mapped out. That's what Aella is best at after-all: reading a situation and coming up with a strategy in .2 second flat, no reflexion needed, just the numbers, the physics and the sky on her side.

"I didn't mean it as a target. You can use them as a shield if you keep Rogers high enough right before making a dive under them." She explains her vision to him, desperately wishing she could be the one on the front executing it.

"He'll just go above and back to tailgating us."

"Not if you barrel-roll right after the contact, he'll just overshoot." His lack of response betrays his skepticism so she insists further, brushing off the way he's second-guessing her.

"At the least, it'll give you leeway and buy you some time." This time her argument weights enough to tip his scale in favor of her plan.

"'lright then." Harry reluctantly agrees, tilting his chin slightly to the side as if he couldn't believe himself he was going through with her move. "'s gonna be snug timing."

"Just trust my cue." Aella's words are left hanging between them like a desperate echo thrown in an empty ravine. Does he trust her? Does she? It's definitely not the moment to reflect on it, much less have a discussion about it, but neither of them are oblivious to the eerie silence filling up their space like a faux smile greeting a bad joke. Then the aircraft is once again yanked to a blunt left and Aella is snapped out of it.

"That's it. Target at 1 mile abeam 40° on your right." She's got the fellow fighter in her line of view, both on the radar and through the bulletproof glass of the cockpit's canopy. "Keep high, keep high...3, 2, 1, drop!" Harry immediately complies, the aircraft nearly skimming the underbelly of its twin above, before shooting right back upwards, nose pointing at the sun. The trajectory describes a half loop leaving them upside-down for a milli second before Harry rolls them back to normal, in the end effectively realizing a vertical U-turn. Rogers skillfully avoids a fetal collision with the third wheeler but doesn't anticipate Harry's sudden volte-face, in accordance with Aella's prognosis.

"Fuck, we're losin' airspeed." Because of such a twist of direction, they are indeed relegated to a lesser speed which Harry is not too enchanted about.

"He's losing some too." Aella reasons, before jumping to another matter. "2 incoming bogies ahead. I think it's Berks tailing Dazzler." She's barely finished her sentence that two familiar aircrafts flash passed them at such high speed, Harry has to crane his neck backwards to watch his friends in the same predicament he was mere seconds ago.

"I have to cover them." His instinct takes over.

"Fly your needles Harry, it's too late for them." Aella objects to it straight away. Her mind is unbiased, she knows going for them would be pointless.

"Like hell I'm gonna sit tight, they need cover." Harry's voice is categoric like he couldn't ever fathom a world where he would leave his friends stranded for the sake of a mission.

"They already lost, Berks' gonna turn for us now."

"You don't know that." He replies adamantly despite her warning.

"Except I do. Daz was loosing speed, it's over for them." Now she's the one trying to stifle her frustration with all her might. She just wishes he would listen, but instead they're doing yet another 180 to follow Dazzler's trail to the rescue. She has no choice but to adapt and keep calling the positions.

"Contact ahead, four hundred, coming down. He's gonna turn."

"Not if I nail 'im first." If she weren't so bitter about being ignored, she might find his determination admirable. Admittedly she can't deny Harry is an amazing pilot, as are proof his excellent accuracy in space and timing as well as the ease with which he performs each maneuver. But alas, the git won't take her words for it, no matter how knowledgable she is. Talk about eyes rolling...

Meanwhile, Harry is desperately trying to aim for the TomCat launched in his direction, but his opponent is using the same tricks he used against Rogers.

"Shit, 's not stable enough to fire." Aella can't believe he has to audacity to groan about it to her. DIdn't she warn him?

Any shot is missed as the two aircrafts cross trajectories, nearly grazing each other

"Don't lag, he's gonna come around high at your five." Instead of commenting on his failed attempt, she communicates her best educated guess.

"How'dya figure?"

"Cause he was lagging too." Her retorts are getting sharper and drier as her annoyance grows the more he questions her. Her eyes take a rest from the screens on her panel to lay on the Californian landscape flowing passed them. They've wandered quite the distance away from the base, the relatively greener scenery of the seafront giving way to a craggy turf redder and drier by the meter.

"Fuck." Harry suddenly swears, the quality of his voice could rival the roughness of the ground Aella was just observing, and she's effectively brought back into focus.

"Damn it, I told you!" She indulges with an expletive of her own once she spots the fast-approaching signal of Berks unit on her AMDR (Air and Missile Defense Radar).

"The fucker got in my blind spot, I'm doin' my best." Harry is quick to defend himself but the damage is done: they're being chased down once again.

Aella thinks she's starting to reach her disgruntlement threshold. The fact Harry isn't much receptive to her ideas doesn't alleviate her growing frustration at her lack of control over the damn carrier. "Well step up before we get wiped." She spits.

"I swear to God Aella, now's really not the time"

"If you just listened to me for- Watch out! At your six, closing fast!" She desperately wants to tell him off. Wishes she could go on a rant about how much of a dismissing jerk is being, but her duties reins her in when a loud signal starts beeping frantically on her board. Berks is locked at their six, a press of a finger away from shooting them.

"I hear that" Harry grunts as he gives a sharp jerk at the control stick in order to dodge Berks' line of fire. He keeps jinxing the aircraft in all axis but Berks follows suit and matches all his moves.

"He's too fast, I can't get out of his fire range." Harry's heartbeat skyrockets as the situation becomes more dire by the second. He doesn't know how long he can maintain the zig-zagging going, for the sake of both his energy and the carrier's. Abrupt moves are what's currently keeping them safe but these are sadly the greediest in kerosene.

Then all hell breaks loose when Aella is hit by one of her craziest ideas.

"Try a complete thrust reversal of the turbofan engines."

"' the fuck?! Are you nuts?! It'll send us spiraling." Harry's livid. He knew it. He fucking knew she was impulsive and reckless on the edges. She held to much fire in her hands for him to put his trust in them like he wanted to.

"Precisely." His harsh reaction doesn't deter her confidence. "If you're out of control, he can't anticipate your moves, can he?"

"Are you even listening to yourself? That's a stupid idea if I ever heard one."

"It's not. You just have to switch back off the burners for a sec and you'll get the control back."

"And what if I don't?" She knows her calculations are foolproof but Harry won't have any of it. He can't think past the boldness and near-arrogance of it all.

"You will, just trust me." Once again, the words leave a bitter taste in her mouth, even more so because she knows he won't likely follow through with it.

"That's suicide mission Aella. I'm not doing it, that's final." The last two words are categorical, a way for him to officially close the conversation.

"Damn it!"

The theory of it was beautiful really, but Harry thinks in practical and surefire moves he knows won't send him six feet under before his time. Aella, on the other hand, has always relied on her infallible knowledge of astrophysics to enhance her flying experience. She's followed the same motto ever since she stumbled across a quote that inspired her beyond grasp. It goes something like "aviation records don't fall until someone is willing to mortgage the present for the future." And while she would never even entertain the idea of a reckless and immature move, her self-taught philosophy gave her access to a whole world of potential tricks most pilot couldn't even conceptualize.

Aella is in the middle of an attempt at regulating her breathing when she starts noticing the spinning arrow on her altimeter. Her head swiftly tilts to the side to get a brief snapshot of the crimson soil of San Diego's wasteland. They must be pretty far in the land if the upcoming sierra of rocky mounts is anything to go by. That's not what is retaining Aella's attention. No, she's more puzzled by the lack of space between her and the ground, the carrier grazing over pebbly elevations and lorn cactuses.

"Flathatting? That's your idea? Christ Harry, the trees won't save your ass." She figures if he doesn't bother being civil then she should drop her filter too.

"Leave it Aella. Just do your job."

"I'm trying!" She fires back.

"Just trust me on this."

Blank.

"Fuck you Harry, that's a two-way street." She's actually fuming. He had the balls to call her out on trust when he hasn't been returning the same courtesy. If she had the time to worry further about it now, Aella would be questioning if coming to Top Gun and partnering with Harry was really a life-changing opportunity. So far, she's had very few upgrades from the grim world she's been privy too.

"There's a split trail 3 miles ahead on the left." She was under the impression they'd stop talking in tacit consent but the rasp of Harry's voice through her headphones is no mirage. "I can lose him there. Can you read the positions please?"

She's tempted to give him the silent treatment but the fervid pilot in her wouldn't let her jeopardize a mission on such petty grounds. At least he was polite about his request this time. "He's closing on 300, nose up. Going by 800 knots."

"Roger that" Probably the closest thing to a thank you she'll get from him.

They're currently speeding through a gorge, tall cliffs of maroon stone fencing them on either side. Aella starts to question Harry's move as it restrains their room for maneuver but then he makes an extremely obtuse left turn and she gets it. The intimidating mount on their left actually split into two narrow canyons. At the speed they were going, one is most likely to take the second channel whose angle isn't as sharp as the one Harry chose. Only someone with previous knowledge of the surroundings would know how to successfully make that turn. It's then Aella realizes Harry has more insight on the environs than he lets on. His trick proves to be conclusive as Berks falls into the trap and enters the other passage.

"He's out."Aella simply confirms, before Harry veers upwards and back towards the base.

"Hunky-Dory." He utters in the same whispered manner he used before their take-off. "Now let's bug the fuck outta here."

The moment she has her two feet on the tarmac, Aella is scurrying over to a furious-looking Harry. Nostrils flaring, daggers in the eyes, they're both squaring their shoulders once nose to nose, or rather nose to collarbone. She doesn't give him the time to even part his lips before she's jabbing her pointer finger at his taunt chest.

"You prick! I got better things to do than to fill some empty space at the back of your stupid plane. If you don't want my insight you can shove it where the sun doesn't shine."

"Insight? You call that insight?!" He starts laughing jeeringly. "'s fuckin' madness is what it was. I can't believe I passed the mission with someone like you!" Harry doesn't even care to temper his disdain anymore. He's seen enough to make up his mind about her. He doesn't like her. Doesn't want to find out about the person inside because he doesn't like the pilot that she is. It reminds him to much of futile losses and irreparable hurt.

"Someone like me?" Aella's face turns sour and if it didn't make her look so sentimental, her eyes would be hosting a few pearls. She really thought he wasn't like those sexist jerks back home. Maybe not the warmest but at least respectful of her talent enough to appreciate her place in the Navy. Now she hates herself for entertaining the fantasy of ever having an ally flying by her side. "You're an asshole Harry, and certainly no better than Rex." Then before he can reply she storms off, too angered not to lose her wits.

And really, her last words don't sit well with Harry, because he knows she's not referring to the jerk's flying skills.

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Q: There's a new Big Bad in town: JET WOLF. What am I after? What is my power? How will I, hypothetically, be defeated?

* Agents, we have a problem. There is a new player in town, goes by the name of Jet Wolf. She seems harmless, but don't let that fool you. From the information we were able to gather, she accidentally triggered her own power by completing an unknown ritual called the Giftening (we're still researching to see what that is in her world). She can review a situation and instantly analyze all angles of motivation and character. She can see what drives any person to behave in any way. However, she does have a weakness for understanding homosexual motivations. We may have to bring in the Butch squad to assist on this one. The biggest trouble is that a Chaos God insists that she belongs to Them, so now there are chaos acolytes following her everywhere she goes. When she is upset, she can manifest multiple demonic plush multi-colored cats to throw at people. Luckily, her aim is not the best, but even a glancing blow from a single cat can disorient you for hours. We've seen references to a previous companion named Holligay, but no knowledge of their status or whereabouts at this time. Her overarching goal is to get back to her own world, and we MUST assist as soon as possible. Our world may not survive continued long-term exposure to the myriad chaotic forces she brings everywhere she goes. If you have any ideas for strategy, please bring them forward. We'll meet again this afternoon. Dismissed. -- @amberlilly [AGAIN WITH YOU AND YOUR PERFECTION. The “weakness for understanding homosexual motivations” and calling out The Butch Squad made this TRANSCEND.]

* The smoke poured over Tokyo in slips of purple and black, twisting around the buildings, as Usagi Tsukino pulled herself up from between the fallen stones. In the clearing, there was...a woman. Nothing like a youma, or some fallen queen, just a woman, laying waste to Tokyo, brown peppered hair shining the fires of all she had brought to bear. "What do you want??" Cried out Usagi, tears of fear and rage cluttering her vision. "The reboot.." The woman turned toward her slowly, dark storms in her eyes, "No. More. Classic." "BUt--But--" Usagi stood on shaky legs, "The Dark Kingdom has--" "OH MY GOD FUCK THE DARK KINGDOM!" Lightning and thunder clashed into the skies, bringing down a ray of destruction to what was once a giant Sega arcade. In the background, a man howled. "I want," she bared her teeth, "Fresh. Senshi. Adventures." "The new merchandise..." "How many times are you going to release the same figuarts in new colors? How many goddamn fucking heart compacts are you and bandai going to shove down my throat!? Another moon stick--well I do want the moon stick. BUT STILL!!" USagi's lip trembled. "My name is Usagi Tsukino, I'm 14 years old, and--" "Bitch you're over forty!" "What is this?!" The buildings glowed brighter as the flames in them grew, kindled, "Who the hell do you think you are??" The adversary turned. Rei Hino stood behind her, hands on hips, glowering. She advanced, slowly, and the woman who had destroyed a very particular subsection of Tokyo was forced to take a step back. "You think you can come here--and TELL ME??" Rei had a certain way of ignoring that anyone else might have been troubled or bothered by events, for she personally was affronted, "What the new anime is going to be like?? What story *I* can tell?? YOU DARE TO TELL ME--" "No, of course not!" the woman fell to her knees, "Of course not, esteemed fire maiden!! I love you!" IN the rubble, a small redhead crawled out of a hole in the wall, grasping plates of conveyor-belt sushi in her arms, an eel roll hanging out of her mouth. "Gotta say this trip to Tokyo was different than I thought it'd be." -- DOC DOC [You were here when I read it and so heard for yourself, but I laughed SO HARD at this. BITCH YOU’RE OVER FORTY]

* Jet is after potatoes and her power is her army of clever black creatures. Namely her murder of crows always quick to summon and her shoulder void cat man who is helpful up until the vault of potatoes are found whereupon, one fears he might suddenly become Jet's rival -- Furi [OH MAN I WOULD WANT THE POTATOES GOOD CALL GOOD CALL]

* Jet Wolf did not start out evil. No, once she was a mild-mannered blogger, commenting on various properties with enthusiasm and passion. But then came The Erasure. Jet Wolf was halfway through a particularly interesting episode of PGSM. Rei was doing something particularly Rei-like. Jet was pontificating on the Rei-ness of Rei. When the power flickered, there was a surge of electricity up Jet's arms, and when the power returned, her screen was free of any sign of Rei. The episode was still there, but Rei was not. No Sailor Mars at all. Jet checked the previous episodes; no Rei there, either. She checked her copies of the anime: No Rei. Jet was frantic. "Hey, Doc," she called across the room, "What happened to Rei?" "What?" Said Doc. "You mean that character from the manga that they thankfully left out of all the other versions? Why do you care? She sucked." "But I love her!" Replied Jet Wolf. "No you don't; you've always loved Seiya best," was the response. And this is why Jet Wolf now haunts the internet, spoiling any media she can, exposing plot holes and character inconsistencies, pointing out exactly why your fave is not awesome, until she is able to get her precious Rei Hino back. Be careful. You never know when she will jump out from behind a comment and attack. -- @incorrecttact [All of this is amazing, but I so very much want the backstory on Who Erased Rei Hino. WHO WOULD HATE THE WORLD THAT MUCH]

* You're just here to stomp the village. You have no power, just size 23 heels. You will not be defeated -- Isa [The purity in this is unparalleled.]

* You are strong and powerful, capable of sending your void man minions and excessively loving underdogs to attack others. Babies cry as you steal their candy. Lesbians moan as you punch their toilets. Doc screams in horror as you take not 1 but 2 desserts. Your goal is to take over the town, nay, the world. All shall tremble and cower before your feet, all shall--wait, is that a Rei&Usagi cell? Is that SOCKS? You let the void man take over while you immediately go investigate. That's fine, though. that's exactly how the void man had planned it. -- @kumeko [HOT POCKET HOW COULD YOU BETRA-- oooo, socks!]

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* The answer to all three: ~*~INSIDIOUS~*~MISANDRY~*~ @rasiqra-revulva [MY TRUEST NEMESIS] (I’d somehow forgotten INSIDIOUS MISANDRY thank you for reminding me that the world can always be just a little bit sillier.)

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aurumacadicus · 4 years

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AU Yeah August 21/31--Airport AU

Anon suggested Tony/Rhodey/Pepper! Did I put this off because I hated the AU? Yes indeedy! Watch out for under the cut!

Their flight had been canceled again.

“We’re literally never going to make it home,” Jim said into his phone.

“James,” his mother scolded, but there was laughter in her voice.

“I’m not kidding,” Jim continued as he watched Pepper try and reason with one of the airline employees at the desk for the third time . “Pepper only has so much time off and we’re wasting it all here at the airport. I might actually lose my mind and punch a TSA agent just to have something to do that isn’t waiting.”

“Don’t punch a TSA agent,” Roberta scoffed. “Just do what you can, and if you can’t make it, well… I’ll send you a care package until Pepper accrues enough vacation time to try again.”

“Fucking Hammer Tech,” Jim hissed under his breath. “Well, I’m gonna go buy some overpriced coffee. I’ll let you know what’s up when we finally get some answers.”

“Okay, hon’,” Roberta replied. “Good luck with your new flight.”

“Thanks, Mama. Love you,” Jim sighed, and waited until she said she loved him back before he hung up. He let his hand drop to his side and sighed again. He and Pepper only had a little bit of time to go visit his parents before she was swept up in planning for the holidays at work. Hammer wasn’t even giving her extra days off around Christmas.

“Inclement weather, am I right?” someone said sympathetically from right next to him, and he jumped, because he hadn’t realized anyone was that close.

The man was… stupidly handsome. Jim kind of hated him on sight for it, but he was man enough to admit it was because he was so rarely actually attracted to men that he didn’t always know what to do with that attraction. He was drinking coffee too, which Jim also hated, because as he glanced over his shoulder, the line at Starbucks was now hellishly long. Probably other people he’d have been sharing the flight with if it hadn’t been cancelled.

“I mean, not that I would know,” Tony added thoughtfully. “My pilot’s an idiot and so am I, so we’re flying out regardless.”

“For real? There’s a hurricane coming up through Texas,” Jim pointed out, concerned.

The man shrugged, taking an obnoxious slurp of his coffee. “We’re going north up through Canada. I have a meeting in New York that I can’t miss.”

Jim swiveled to face him. “New York?” They could rent a car in New York and drive the rest of the way to Philadelphia. Hell, they could take the train. “You’re going to New York?”

“Why, is that where you’re headed?” the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I will give you all the money in my bank account if you let us hitch a ride with you,” Jim said immediately. Pepper had been so looking forward to seeing his mom. Her family hadn’t been quite so supportive of her dreams to go into tech, and when she’d brought him home… well. So the Rhodes family had welcomed her into the fold with open arms, and she looked forward to visits with them with all of her heart as a respite from her clawing her way up the ladder in the business world. If he could get Pepper to Philadelphia to visit his family, he’d willingly go into debt for it.

“Ha!” the man laughed, knocking Jim’s arm with the back of his hand. “Never had someone ask to pay to get on my flight! Usually they just offer to fuck me.”

“...I’m doing this for my girlfriend, man,” Jim said, frowning at him.

The man blanched. “Oh. Uh. I mean. People definitely don’t offer to do that haha. And I definitely don’t have a stripper pole in my jet.”

“...You have a stripper pole on your jet?” Jim asked, raising his eyebrows.

“What? No!” the man scoffed, and then took a big slurp of coffee, eyes darting around anxiously. “That would be―weird. I definitely don’t. And people definitely don’t offer to fuck me. That’s weird, haha!”

“I think we should just go home,” Pepper said morosely as she trudged up to them. “By the time we get a flight rerouted to Philly I’ll only get a day with them. I can just get a head start on work and―Oh! Tony!” she added, surprised.

“Ms. Potts,” the man, Tony apparently, replied, just as surprised. “I haven’t seen you since that last shitty meeting with Hammer! Uh, no offense,” he added hastily.

Pepper smiled self-deprecatingly. “No, it was really shitty. I swear I actually tried to get Mr. Hammer prepared for the meeting.”

“It’s not your fault he’s a smug asshole,” Tony insisted. “And that he has no idea how to use your skills. Quite frankly, you’re too good for him, and if I wasn’t sure he’d had you sign a non-compete clause, I’d definitely poach you for my personal secretary and then mentor you into taking on more responsibility.”

“I like you,” Jim decided. “Also I read her contract. Hammer was so certain no one else would want her that there’s no non-compete clause. What are your holiday hours like?”

Tony blinked up at him. “I mean the lead up to Christmas is busy but everyone who we can’t afford to not work is paid holiday pay and get extra vacation to use throughout the year. I thought you said you were her boyfriend? Are you also her agent?” He gave Jim a long, slow look up and down. “I’ll have you know I flirt like I breathe, so I’ll probably hit on Ms. Potts a lot. Just feel like we should put that on the table so there’s no misunderstandings”

“Well, I think you better hit on me too, just to make it fair,” Jim said, and wasn’t sorry when Pepper turned speculative eyes on him. Tony was looking up at him with his mouth opened into a stunned, adorable little ‘o’ of surprise, so he was even more not sorry about it, too. “Also I wasn’t lying about paying you. Please take us to New York.”

“You don’t have to pay me, I’m going anyway and it’s just me and my pilot,” Tony scoffed. “There’s plenty of room. Also I have like… three fruit baskets and a bottle of champagne so you don’t even have to worry about food on the trip.”

“Are you going to show Jim some of your moves on the stripper pole?” Pepper asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Wait, you were serious about there being a stripper pole?!” Jim choked out.

“Tony can hold himself upside down and spread his legs without falling,” Pepper explained smugly.

“Oh my God why would you tell your boyfriend the sluttiest move I can do on a stripper pole,” Tony hissed at her, blushing a little.

Pepper gave him a look of deep disdain. “That move is not sluttier than the spatchcock.”

“Why do you know the moves he can do on a stripper pole?!” Jim exclaimed, aghast.

“Because Hammer’s gross and likes to take Tony out to stripper clubs after business meetings, and since I’m his secretary I have to go in case there’s ‘notes’ that need to be taken,” Pepper replied with a roll of her eyes, using finger quotes and everything. “And Tony is like. Stupidly charismatic and makes friends with everyone so he always pays for a private room so the strippers can teach him things. It’s cute. Sometimes he even falls off the pole and it’s charming.”

“I want you to work for me why are you telling him all this weird shit about me!?” Tony hissed, elbowing her.

Pepper smirked at Jim over Tony’s head. “Because he knows I hate Hammer so I want him to be sure you’re nothing like him.”

“By telling him I can spatchcock a stripper pole?!” Tony whispered shrilly.

“I mean… I was already down with the idea when you answered about holiday hours,” Jim said after some thought. “Knowing she can embarrass you? That’s actually super nice to know. Hammer’s a creep that doesn’t know when to quit, and I’m pretty sure the only reason he doesn’t hit on Pepper is because he’s scared of her.”

“Also he’s creepily obsessed with Tony so I’m not worth his time,” Pepper deadpanned.

Tony sagged. “It’s true oh my God I hate him so much he’s such a creep.”

Jim patted him on the shoulder gently. “That’s rough, man. Anyway you should definitely hire Pepper because I want to spend Christmas with my parents and my girlfriend this year.”

Tony turned to Pepper, looking appalled. “You’re his fucking secretary, what in God’s name could he have you do around Christmas?! You’re not an engineer or manufacturer, that’s ridiculous! He at least gives you a holiday bonus, right?!”

“No. You’d give me a holiday bonus on top of holiday pay?” Pepper asked, surprised.

“Oh my God!” Tony thundered.

“Hey, Tony, we better head out before they ground private planes too,” a woman with short blond hair said, coming up behind him and clapping a hand on his shoulder. “―I left you alone for ten minutes. How in the world could you get so worked up in ten minutes,” she added when he hissed at her.

“Pepper doesn’t get a holiday bonus or holiday pay!” Tony exclaimed, incensed.

“Okay,” the woman said. “Is Pepper coming on the plane with us so you can negotiate a contract? I want her to sign a waiver about the weather.”

“Jim too,” Pepper said quickly, grabbing his arm.

“Two waivers then,” she said bluntly, then shoved her right hand at them. “Carol Danvers. I’ll be your pilot, provided we get out there so we’re not not grounded like everyone else.”

“But we need our bags,” Jim said.

Tony scoffed and let Carol begin leading him away. “I’ll buy you new clothes. If I can’t get to New York, I’ll be in big trouble.”

“They’ll send the bags on or they won’t, I didn’t pack anything important because I just wanted to spend time with your family so I don’t actually care so long as I can see them,” Pepper said.

Jim shrugged. His tablet was in his carry-on and the only thing of value in his suitcase was a copy of a book he’d meant to bring for his niece. He could buy another one when they got to New York.

“And no going on the stripper pole until we’ve finished our ascent,” Carol added to Tony sternly.

“I only had to go rolling to the back of the plane once to figure that out,” Tony muttered petulantly, pouting.

Jim wished he’d been there to see it, because it sounded hilarious.

.-.-.-.

Tony actually whipped out paperwork for Pepper to sign on the plane.

“Do you just carry these things with you?” Jim asked, surprised.

“I hire a lot of people off the street,” Tony replied, shrugging, as they both looked the paperwork over. “Carol and her wife saved my ass in a bar fight, and my bodyguard Happy helped me after I was hit by a car. I feel like you can tell a lot more about a person’s character when they’re not in an interview.”

“Makes sense,” Pepper said, looking very impressed. “That’s a good idea.”

Jim watched Tony beam at her, soaking in her praise, then skipped ahead to the fraternization part of the contract. “It doesn’t say anything about employees dating.”

“Oh, well, it’s in the HR part, you need to tell HR when it happens and…” Tony trailed off, frowning. “...I thought I was just hiring Pepper. Not that it matters, since you two are dating previously to being hired, and… What am I hiring you for?”

“Oh, you’re not,” Jim explained, skipping forward to the ‘reporting to HR’ section. “I just wanna know our options.”

Tony stared at him, uncomprehending.

“He wants to bone you!” Carol called back from the cockpit.

“Oh!” Tony exclaimed, and then blushed a little, scratching his chin as he looked everywhere but at Jim and Pepper. “I mean. You don’t… need HR permission to fuck me. Since you’re not… an SI employee…”

“Pepper will be there too,” Jim explained.

Tony stared at him again, stunned. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. Words failed him.

Jim had heard from Pepper that this was almost unheard of and felt quite proud of himself.

“Don’t worry,” Pepper said, lifting her head to give Tony a wink. “I know how to compartmentalize. It won’t affect my work at all.”

Tony said nothing, instead just slowly turning red from the top of his ears down to his chest.

“Or not,” Jim added, taking pity on him. “Don’t wanna make this too weird or anything.”

“It was already too weird when Pepper told you I could spatchcock,” Tony mumbled.

“Okay but can I at least see you do that? Because I don’t believe you can,” Jim said bluntly.

Tony looked at him, affronted that he wouldn’t believe he was capable of it, and then said, “Alright but I have to take off my pants because the last time I did this I ripped my slacks.”

“Oh no, what a hardship,” Pepper sighed, rolling her eyes.

Tony scowled at her but began shucking his pants. Jim could understand the warning once they were down―he was wearing a red thong underneath them. It still wasn’t a hardship though.

.-.-.-.

“Holy shit,” Tony gasped, sitting up. “I broke so many company rules.”

Pepper wrapped an arm around his shoulders and yanked him back down. “I’m not technically hired yet, so it’s fine. It’ll only be against the rules if we do it after we turn the paperwork in.”

“Your boyfriend dicked me so hard my eyes crossed,” Tony moaned, covering his face. “How am I supposed to look either of you in the face ever again?”

“You’re right,” Jim said solemnly. “We should have thought this through. After all, it’s only fair that Pepper dick you so hard that your eyes cross, too.”

“What,” Tony yelped, turning to look at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Jim assured him. “Her strap-on is high-quality and she’s very good with it.”

Tony made a sound as if all of his brain activity simply ceased to function but needed to make noise.

Jim was already figuring out ways to circumvent the contracts. A man so generous and adorable and sexy had no right to be single right in front of his and Pepper’s faces.

.-.-.-.

Jim put up a stripper pole in their bedroom and was pleased every time that Tony glanced at it and blushed.

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name-me-regret · 3 years

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If The World Was Ending 8/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Eight: Til The Morning

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“Take me home, take me home I'll be yours till the morning Then leave without warning So take me home

Call me please, call me please Oh I can't wait forever You know better So call me please

Leave me be, leave me be You had your chance already Someone else, I go steady So leave me be…”

~Til The Morning - Bahamas

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Tony groaned as his eyes opened, frowning as he tried to remember when he’d gone to sleep. The last thing he recalled was frantically looking—

He shot up in the bed he was laying in as he suddenly remembered Evan, looking around frenetically for the man. The room was dark but sunlight was starting to come in through the partially closed curtains. Where the hell was he anyways?

The billionaire decided that was something for later as he swung his legs out of the bed, fumbling with the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed he was in. When the semi-dark room was bathed in light, he was met with the room that could only belong to a teenage boy. Well, what he imagined it would look like for a normal teenage boy, since his room had looked nothing like this. Then again, he hadn’t exactly been normal. Besides, by the time he was fifteen, he was living in the MIT dorms with Rhodey as his roommate.

He quickly spotted his phone on the same nightstand as the lamp, as well as his Bluetooth. Tony quickly shoved it into his ear. “JARVIS, you up?” He wasn’t sure if it still had any battery, since it had been a terribly long day yesterday. At least, he hoped it was yesterday, since there was no telling how long he’d been out.

‘For you, sir, always,’ the AI’s familiar voice spoke in his ear.

He sighed as some of his panic subsided, but there was still the matter of Evan’s whereabouts. He’d be worried about Maddie, but she’d been perfectly unharmed, and wondered if she’d been at a hospital away from the affected zone. Tony was ashamed to admit that he’d never thought to ask Evan about what she was doing, he’d just sensed that it was something Evan had been hesitant to mention. Although he knew why she was in L.A. without Doug, whom was dead.

“How long have I been out, J? Where’s the suit, and where the hell am I?” he stood and stretched, feeling sort of rested, but not much. Well, he was use to it, since even after the Mandarin incident, he didn’t sleep too well. Even if he’d told Pepper that he would do better, that didn’t stop the nightmares, the panic attacks, and he knew it was PTSD. After all, if it walked like a duck and all that, well...

He’d just never been one to do the normal thing when one had trauma, which was go to therapy. Tony could just see his business slashed all over the newspapers. It had always been like that, even as a kid and now being Iron Man, it was ten times worse. At times he wished he’d just done what Colson (and Fury) had wanted and kept his identity as Iron Man a secret, since things would have been so much easier. Then he’d thought of the destruction that had happened, the fighter jet he’d destroyed, the vehicles that had been damaged in his fight with Iron Monger, and knew he couldn’t hide. He had to take responsibility, be held accountable for his actions; both in and out of the suit.

‘It is currently 5:25am Pacific Time, and you’ve been asleep for three hours, sir. The Mark 33 is stationed in the backyard in sentry mode and every other suit besides Peacekeeper which is still helping the police, have been charged and helping rescue workers mostly recover the dead at this point. Also, you are located in Robert Grant Nash’s residence.’

Tony paused as he was looking for his shoes, stopping as he’d bent down to search under the bed. “I’m at Cap’s house?” he asked incredulously. He bet there was a story there, but he had more pressing matters. “J, where’s Evan?”

‘Mr. Buckley is asleep at this very moment in the room next to this one.’

Tony forwent looking for his shoes and padded out of the room in his socks and headed into the room next to the one he’d woken up in. If he was at Bobby’s house, that meant the beds belonged to his kids. He hoped he hadn’t taken anyone’s bed from them.

For now he walked to the door next to the one he was in, knocking lightly in case Evan was asleep. When there was no response, he cracked open the door and peeked inside. He knew it was a huge invasion of privacy, but he just wanted to see that Evan was there and unharmed and then he would go. Whether that was back to the room he’d woken up in or not, well, he hadn’t decided yet.

He saw the man’s 6’2 frame on a bed and what he could see of the sheets and the rest of it room, this was a teenaged girl’s bedroom. From here he could tell he was sleeping peacefully and he sighed in relief. He knew about nightmares after a traumatic experience and it was good that Evan didn’t appear to be having any.

Tony quietly closed the door and moved away from the room, and finally decided that he wanted some coffee. He realized that this was because he could smell it, and it was gourmet too. Oh, someone in this house knew what good coffee was and wasn’t afraid to spend the money for it. Apparently some people were satisfied with that cheap instant kind, the uncultured fools.

He hoped he didn’t look too ragged or smell rank after spending the all yesterday and last night in the same clothes. Tony told JARVIS to order him some simple clothes to be delivered to Bobby’s residence. His AI told him that it, as well as some toiletries would be delivered within the hour. Hopefully he’d be able to get a cup or two of that coffee and perhaps beg off their hospitality for a piece of toast and some eggs.

Tony came into the kitchen to find Bobby Nash leaning against the counter, looking exhausted in his grubby LAFD uniform. There was a cup of coffee in his hand and his eyes were closed, and Tony wondered if he’d fallen asleep like that. Poor guy was likely ready to collapse, especially if he’d just gotten in.

“As much as I hate to wake you up, because you look bone weary, but I refuse to let you waste good coffee,” he told him, since the cup looked moments away from slipping out of his hand.

Bobby jerked awake as his fingers tightened on the coffee cup, and it was either not too full or already halfway drunk, but none of it thankfully sloshed over the side to spill on the man’s hand. “Tony,” the man greeted, but was interrupted by a face cracking yawn before he could say more.

“You look how I feel most mornings after a forty-eight hour binge in the lab working on a deadline for SI,” he chuckled. The man sighed as he ran a hand through his short hair, and was, as always, reminded a little bit of Howard. This man exuded the sternness the man had possessed, but none of the coldness. There was a softness that tempered the steel underneath, and Tony found himself liking Bobby more and more.

“You shouldn’t be awake,” he told Tony. He waved him on when he asked if he could have a cup of coffee. “It’s only been three hours since you collapsed.” He could feel the man’s eyes on him as he found a cup with his instructions and then poured himself some much needed coffee.

“Yeah, well, one learns to live on little to no sleep when we’re in this line of work,” he said, taking a large gulp of the coffee and not caring as it burned his tongue. That was definitely some great coffee. “What about you? You look like something the cat dragged in, chewed up, threw up, and then chewed up again.”

Bobby chuckled as he nodded. “I feel like it too,” he admitted. He took a sip of his now lukewarm coffee, and Tony wondered how long he’d been leaning against that counter, battling his eyelids that kept trying to close.

“Well, is there any particular reason you’re not heading up for a shower and some much deserved rest?” He lifted the cup and took a more measured sip. “Or is it the unexpected guests in your home that’s preventing you from getting some rest?”

He knew some people would likely not feel comfortable sleeping while there was a stranger in their house. Tony would happily leave if that was the case, with no hard feelings. Bobby Nash was a man Tony could learn to respect, did respect after seeing him in action last night, so wouldn’t hold it against him if Tony was making him uncomfortable. The man had likely not intended for some strange billionaire to take up one of his kid’s beds.

Bobby blinked at him confused for a moment until his sluggish brain caught on to what he was saying. “No, that’s not it,” he said firmly. “I offered my home in the first place, and it would be pretty hypocritical to then have a problem with it.” He paused to yawn once again. “I’m actually waiting for my wife to get off her shift before turning in,” he admitted. “I told her that you were sleeping in Harry’s bed, but I’m not sure she quite believed me. So, I’m glad you’re up and she can see you with her own eyes.”

“Or, we can take a selfie together and send it to her?” Tony said with a mischievous grin.

Bobby straighten and stretched with a groan as he checked his watch. “No, she should be home in the next few minutes,” he said. As he grabbed his phone, it gave a tweet and Tony gave it a curious look.

“Is that her?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t being nosy.

“No... it’s... a reminder,” he mumbled. “But I don’t know if I’ll still be expected to go. The hospital was in the flooding zone.”

“The hospital? Are you sick or something, Cap?” The thought of a man like Bobby Nash could be sick, who risked his life every day for the people of this city didn’t sit well with him. He quickly typed out a message to JARVIS to make a new fund for service women and men that were battling cancer, as well as other physical and mental illnesses.

“Oh no, I uh,” he paused and looked down like he was embarrassed by something. “I donate blood once every three weeks. I’m, um, part of the rare donors program.”

Tony blinked in surprise, since he was expecting anything except that. “Oh yeah? Like, you’re O negative or something?”

Bobby shook his head from side to side. “Uh no, rare type of blood that has the ability to cure rhesus disease, actually,” he murmured.

Tony had a few doctorates but none of them were in medicine. “That doesn’t sound pleasant.”

The older man shook his head. “It isn’t. I read up on it and... it’s, well, not many fetuses that are affected survive.”

Tony leaned against the counter with his cup in hand with a bit of a crooked smile. “So, your blood has the ability to save babies? And you’re a firefighter?” He shook his head and drank the rest of his coffee and reached for the pot again. “You’re full of surprises, Cap.”

“If you say so,” he told him, grunting in affirmative when Tony offered to top off his cup once again. “But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to go with the hospital being in the flood zone, and after the shift I’ve had, I’m likely to sleep for a whole day I think.”

“Well, if there’s anything I can help you with, let me know. It’s the least I can do for the hospitality you’ve shown me.”

They drank their coffees in a comfortable silence, and maybe Tony was too tired to ramble as he usually did. It could be that he just felt at ease in the man’s presence, which would be something unheard of for him when it came to someone he’d just met the other day.

“I meant to ask,” Tony said, remembering one of their meetings. “Did you ever find that Captain... Cooper?” He hoped he got the name right, since last night had been one long hour after another for him to be able to remember everyone’s names.

Bobby sighed and once more ran a hand through his short hair and Tony feared the worst, regretting having brought it up. “Yeah, they found him,” he said, voice sounding weary. “He was brought in before either of us got there... minus one of his arms, unfortunately.”

Tony grimaced and looked down at his coffee, wishing he had his sunglasses with him. One of the reasons he always wore them was that he’d been told that his eyes were very expressive. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He paused as he remembered the female firefighter that had been rescuing people at the Ferris wheel. “The woman that was with you at the peer where we first met, she’s from his firehouse, isn’t she?”

He couldn’t remember the station number at the moment, but he did remember that it had been a different one from the ones Bobby and Diaz had. Bobby nodded. “Lena Bosko, a firefighter of station 136.” His lips lifted a bit in slight amusement. “A stubborn but very capable firefighter.”

The shorter man’s eyebrow lifted in question. “I could tell she was pretty capable from the little I saw her work, but why stubborn?”

“She had two broken ribs, and still wanted to keep on going.”

Tony was quiet for a moment, continuing to enjoy the coffee. “Yeah, I know about continuing on with broken ribs... it’s not an experience I hope to repeat.”

There was what he could be shock, or maybe horror, on his face and he opened his mouth to say something. However, before Bobby could respond, they heard the door open and then footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Bobby?” Tony heard a woman’s voice. “What’s this about Tony Stark sleeping in Harry’s bed?” He heard the amusement in her voice, but then saw that same amusement fade from her face as she came around the corner and caught sight of Tony, who gave her a cheeky little wave with his fingers.

“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. “Sadly, that is true. I’m the terrible person that took poor Harry’s bed.” He took another sip of the coffee, resisting the urge to moan, since it wouldn’t be proper. It was just that he loved good coffee. “You already know who I am, but I don’t know your name.”

“Ah... Athena Grant,” she said, and saw as she and Bobby shared a look. “Well, Nash now.” Tony sensed there was a story there, but knew it wasn’t one he was entitled to, so he didn’t ask.

“Well, I am very charmed to meet you, Mrs. Nash,” he said.

“Please, call me Athena.”

“If you call me Tony.”

Bobby looked between them. “Should I be worried? I remember Buck saying you flirt with anyone.”

Tony nodded with a bit of a smile curving his lips. “Well, Evan is right,” he supplied easily. “I see attractive people and I just... flirt.” He looked like he wanted to shrug, aborted the movement half way and cleared his throat. “I can admit it’s gotten me into a fair share of... altercations.”

“How is their 80-year-old grandmother attractive to you?”

Tony snorted a laugh, having forgotten that Evan had brought it up... or had that been Maddie? He was a bit fussy about what had happened after he arrived at the field hospital and assured himself of Evan’s safety. “Their grandmother was a nurse during World War 2 and knew my dad. He was like eighteen at the time, and it was nice to hear about him being that young.” He refrained from saying that he wanted to hear about a time when he wasn’t such a cold human being. The stern, unforgiving man he’d grown up with.

His head titled as he looked at the woman. “You’re a police sergeant, right?” he asked the dark skinned woman. The short hair style she had suited her face very well.

The woman eyed him carefully, her stance changing to wariness. “Has my husband been talking about me?” she asked him instead of likely demanding how he knew that.

Tony shook his head negatively. “Uh no, Evan told me, actually. He mentioned you during the incident where Maddie was... kidnapped by that abusive asshole. He actually called me just before he went off in search of her with you and kept me updated through text messages.”

“So that’s who that boy kept texting during that time. I’d always assumed it was Eddie,” she chuckled.

Tony gave that aborted shrug with his shoulders as he lifted his cup to his mouth. “Well, he could have been texting us both,” he suggested, not voicing how much that thought bothered him. Tony didn’t have the right to be bothered, since what he and Evan had at one point was over. Besides, at the time of this, he’d been dating Pepper, so he had no right to feel... well, whatever he was feeling, it certainly wasn’t jealousy.

Not at all.-

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gi-maeve-rose · 5 years

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Hey! I saw your post about needing some ideas to write. Could you possibly do a Hellboy x Reader where the reader has a speech impediment (stuttering, lisp, etc.) and they feel ashamed of it after either an agent or someone from outside the BPRD makes fun of them for it?

Hey, hi, hey! Thank you so much for the request! I’m a little rusty, but I’ll do my best!

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Prompt: Reader has a stutter and is insecure about it.

Warnings: Angst (kinda?), shitty writing because it's my first time in YEARS writing anything (go easy on me please lol)

Word count: 816

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You have always had a stutter since you were a child. You've gotten better at keeping it to a minimum, but under stress it becomes more prominent. While most of the agents at the BPRD are patient and understanding, others love to get you worked up, just so they can hear it and poke fun at you.

As much as you hate it, at least they're smart enough to not act up when your boyfriend was with you, which is most of the time. Hellboy does not take kindly to anyone who dares to hurt you to any degree. The last time he'd overheard an agent teasing your stutter, everyone within earshot was taught a lesson.

"I promise you all, the next fucker to even think about fucking with my (Y/N) is gonna spend the rest of their life in an iron lung," his voice boomed. "Don't fucking test me!"

You smiled at the memory, scribbling final notes in a mission debriefing folder. As you stood to leave, two agents walked into the debriefing room.

"Hey there, (Y/N)," one greeted in a cocky tone. You didn't even have to look up to connect the voice to a face. It was Agent Woods. One of the asshole agents that loved to push your buttons. You avoided eye contact.

"Woods," you said flatly. Kindly fuck off, you thought.

He walked towards you while the other agent, Greer. remaining by the door, presumably keeping an eye out for Hellboy. "Are you prepared?" Woods asked.

You eyed him, slightly confused. "Prepared for what?"

"To give the debriefing. Manning is out today, so he left it to you, remember?" Your eyes went wide with horror. "Oh, shit... You didn't get the memo..."

As well as you've been able to control your stutter, you still aren't confident enough for public speaking. Manning knew that. Why would he give you this when he knows you're not ready?

"N-N-N-No, no! I wasn't t-t-told sh-shi-shit!" You quickly shut your folder and gathered it in your arms, almost sprinting out the door to find Manning. Agent Woods and Agent Greer followed.

You found Manning in the mess hall and stomped up to him, slamming the folder in front of him. "The fuck, Manning?!"

Manning jumped. "Everything alright, (Y/N)?"

"No!" You shouted. "We ag-g-greed that I wo-wo-wo-wo-won't give a-a-a-any debriefings until I got more co-o-o-omfortable with public spea-spea-speaking! Why the -f-f-f-fu-"

"Woah, woah, (Y/N). You're not giving the debriefing. I haven't forgotten our agreement."

You stared at him, confused. "But Woo-Woods said-"

"Woods said?" he interrupted. He looked behind you and saw Agent Woods and Agent Greer snickering to themselves.

"Sorry, (Y/N). I must've gotten mixed up." Agent Greer laughed harder as Agent Woods spoke. Your face burned a hot pink. Of course Agent Woods was fucking with you. When was he ever real with you? All you were good for was a laugh.

"What's going on, Manning?" you heard Hellboy ask as he entered the mess hall. A silent dread replaced the laughter. "Woods? Greer? Care to fill me in?"

You turned to face your demon boyfriend, tears in your eyes and face still flushed. His eyes darkened. No words were necessary. He knew exactly what was going on. He eyed Greer and Woods evilly.

Manning chimed in before Hellboy could do anything... messy. "Woods. Greer. My office. Unless you'd rather have this conversation with Agent Hellboy." The two agents wasted no time running from the mess hall. As they ran out, you ran into Red's arms, burying you face in his chest. You started sobbing.

"Shhh, it's okay," he comforted, holding you tight and whispering in your ear. "I'm here." He lifted your small frame bridal style and held you close to his large frame, carrying you back to your shared room.

He set you gentle on the large bed and sat behind you, pulling you to relax against his broad chest. Your breaths synced. Neither of you spoke. Even without words, HB knew perfectly how to help you relax. No one knew better than him.

He broke the silence, speaking softly. "Are you okay?"

You lifted your head to look at him. His filed horns, his golden eyes, his jet black hair. You studied every feature of his face, your body tingling. A small smile spread across your mouth.

"I'm always okay with you," you said softly and smoothly. You touched his cheek and brought your lips together in a sweet kiss.

He pulled away only slightly. "If there's anyone who can talk about imperfections, it's me. And you're anything but imperfect."

You smiled and kissed him again. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too." You'll never have a problem saying that.

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emotionally-imbruised · 5 years

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In the world of Accidentally in Love, what would Harry and Y/N’s first time having sex be like?

Oh god. It’s been a TIME since I’ve written smut so bare with me, but here we go

Accidentally In Love: I Just Had Sex.

It’s the middle of a random weekday afternoon. Harry’s dead asleep beside you with his arm draped over your centre, and his head nestled into the crook of your neck as soft puffs of air leave his slightly open mouth with each breath he takes. It’s a sight you still can’t believe you get to see and experience now that the two of you are finally together but is also one you’ve become way too greedy over and hate even the thought of someone else being able to be with him this way.

Moments like this have become a common occurrence between the two of you. However, they’ve seemingly been happening less and less with just how busy Harry’s schedule is. Just after Christmas… when you really just started letting it sink in that you now have a romantic relationship with this man, he jetted off to Japan. For about a month. And that put a little bit of a halt on everything.

It sucked yeah, but you knew it was coming. It was something you’d known about before either of you knew of the feelings the other had because Harry told you just out of friendly conversation. Well that, and Gemma had mentioned it once or twice.

So, when the time came for Harry to leave LA again like he so often does, he stayed with you at your apartment for the first time since becoming a thing — but nothing happened.

The two of you curled up in your bed to watch a few episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine before eventually deciding to call it a night seeing as Harry’s flight was rather early the next morning. He insisted he’d just call a driver to take him to the airport, but you insisted that you driving him to LAX for 6am was really not an inconvenience; even though it was really hard moving from your position of being cuddled up against his bare chest once his alarm started going off.

His time in Japan surprisingly flew by though. The two of you FaceTimed nearly every day, where he’d tell you how his day was going, and you’d explain all the details of how you spent yours. It was tough connecting with the different time zones, but you both somehow made it work.

When his birthday came around, he tried his best to convince you to fly to him and spend it together. His offer was very tempting with just the thought of being able to see him in person again, and although he tried to bribe you with a paid-for flight there and back… you ultimately declined.

It felt awkward to you letting Harry pay for something so expensive and even though you considered just buying the plane ticket yourself to visit a place you’ve never been, you settled on just not taking the week off work and saved yourself from Gemma’s teasing of how whipped you already were just for wanting to go.

However, you regretted your decision after he told you about how much fun he had as well as after seeing the pictures and videos of him drunkenly singing karaoke with Bobby and Karamo from Queer Eye (aka. two of the only five other men you can trust in life other than Harry) at a bar. But, you got over it quickly and indulged yourself back into your work, and before you knew it, Harry was back.

He hasn’t been back for long by any means, and the worst part of it all is that his time in LA is short seeing as he is needed to fly off to London to finish up some things regarding his new album. He spent the entire morning at the studio finalizing some things before coming over to your apartment to spend some time with you, which ended up with the two of you napping together and watching some more Brooklyn Nine-Nine… Not the most exciting thing ever, you know. But it’s not necessarily something you’d want to change either.

You glance over to your right and mindlessly reach up to start massaging your fingertips through his curls, gasping slightly when he moans in contentment at the gesture. His eyes flutter open as soon as you instinctively move your hand away as a small pout starts forming on his lips. “Why’d yeh stop?”

“I didn’t think you were awake,” you respond as you lean yourself up on your elbows to look at him better, just as he lets out a dramatic huff. “Ok drama queen, what’s got you so salty now?”

“I-,” he starts and pauses before sitting up in a position similar to yours so that he is face to face with you. “I just want to stay like this to stay here with you. I know I don’t fly home until tomorrow evening, but damn it feels like I just got back.”

“You’re telling me.” He looks at you curiously as you say this and you move your hand to push some his hair out of his face before letting your eyes fall back to his. “I feel you just got back too, and it sucks not knowing how long you’re going to be away in London for.”

“Yeah, but at least you’ve agreed to actually come to see me this time around. Even though you still didn’t let me pay for the ticket.”

“Why would I let you pay for my flight when I can pay for it myself?” You challenge, and he scoffs. “Besides, I’m really starting to miss your mum and Gem. This trip is really just for me to see them, I hope you know.”

“Hey!”

“And you of course,” you tell him with a smirk before leaning forward to place a quick peck on his lips. “We’re still going to go to the George Michael museum, right?”

“Only if you can fit me into your oh so busy schedule while you’re there,” he replies and grins widely before leaning in to attach his lips to yours once again. The kiss is much deeper and slower this time, leaving you needing to catch your breath once he eventually decides to pull away; taking a moment to gently press his forehead against yours before speaking up again. “S’gonna suck leaving you again when we really haven’t had much time to do anything. Promise you won’t find someone more exciting than me to keep you company while I’m away.”

“Find someone who could out diva you? Impossible.”

“Good,” he says with a smirk before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in for another kiss. You respond by leaning forward and gently nudging him to lay back down. He picks up on what you’re doing instantly, letting his hand slither it’s way down your side and gripping your left thigh so he can swing your leg over his middle, and that you’re left straddling his waist.

You smirk against his lips seeing as this isn’t the first time you’ve found yourself in a similar predicament to this one with him and can’t help the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you accidentally rub your core against him, and soft breath escapes his mouth. “What is with you and this exact position hmm?”

“Seeing you on top just does something to me I guess,” he states before gripping onto your thighs again, and flipping you over so that your back is against the mattress while he looms over top of you. He leans down to start attacking your collarbone with multiple kisses, sucks, and nibbles before slowly leaving a trail up your neck until he finishes at your jaw, and finally crashing his lips against yours again.

You’re fully aware that the involuntary moan that leaves your mouth as he does this and is aware of how it springs something inside of him with the way you can feel his prick hardening against the inner part of your leg. He shifts slightly, and that’s when you can feel just how big he is — not being able to keep yourself from gasping at an entirely new feeling.

“H.” You breathe out hungrily and let your hands move down to the waistband of his track pants. However, what you think is a gesture that would urge him on actually cause him to halt what he’s doing and pull away from you slightly.

“Uhm… you didn’t want to, did you?” He awkwardly mumbles as he so clearly has a blush burning its way across his cheeks. Your heart swells at how flustered he’s getting because if there’s one thing you know about Harry, it’s that he’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do regardless of how badly he wanted it. But this? Fuck, you needed this.

“Hey,” you speak up as you place your hand under his chin and move it, so he doesn’t have the choice but to look at you again. “I want to more than anything… I don’t think I have any condoms though, it-it’s been a while.”

He can’t help the smirk that plays on his lips as you say this and tries his best not feel so smug at the thought of you not sleeping with anyone for at least a good bit of time before getting involved with him. It gives him a sense of pride and excitement in knowing that he’ll be the one to make you feel good from now on. “I have one in my wallet.”

“Oh, so you planned this?” You ask jokingly as he reaches over to grab his wallet off of your bedside table. “I should’ve known, you’re pretty much prepared for everything.”

“Shut up,” he groans and sends you a wink before opening up the wallet to search for the piece of rubber that resides there. A small shiny glint of a silver wrapping catches your eye, and you quickly reach over to rip it out of the wallet and dangle it in front of his face.

“Looking for this?” You question cheekily but gasp when Harry suddenly snatches it from your fingers and moves to rip open the packing with his teeth.

“Yup.”

You don’t have much time to react before he has the two of you engulfed in another heated makeout session, and can feel yourself getting riled up. He moves his hand down to the hem of your shirt and begins lifting it up over your head. The condom wrapper scratches against your skin as it pokes out from Harry’s grip and leaves a tingling trail all the way up to your side in its wake.

Harry removes his lips from yours for a quick moment to entirely remove your t-shirt, finding himself smirking as he sees your nipples perk once they come in contact with the cold air that fills your bedroom. He then moves down to the waistband of the pajama shorts you wear and wastes no time in pulling them down your legs to remove them altogether.

“No underwear.” He says more as a statement to himself before crawling back above you and kissing you again. You sense yourself becoming lost by the feeling of his bare chest pressed against yours as you continue making out that you don’t notice how he subtly removes the rings that always reside on his left hand before he’s pushing a finger inside of you without warning.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp against his lips as your back arches off the mattress a little bit as he decides to add another finger. His movements remain steady as his digits start moving in and out of you at a steady pace that sends tingles all throughout your body. You weren’t kidding when you told him it’d been a while since you last had sex, and with the way he has his thumb presses hard circles over your clit while his pointer and middle finger hit you in all the right places for a few minutes… you know you might not last much longer; feeling an inevitable bubble forming in the pit of your stomach. “H-Harry, I’m gonna-.”

“Not yet love,” he tells you softly while placing kisses along your jaw, and starts moving his fingers at a much slower, agonizing pace.

“You're cruel.” Your words come out more like a whine, and this causes him to smirk as he places more kisses upon your collarbone, before moving up his right hand to massage at your left breast. He left his rings on that hand, and the coolness of the metal adds to the feeling, oh him squeezing at the fleshy part of your chest.

His movements resume steadily for a moment before he moves onto the other boob with his mouth. His body rubs against you as he leans over to give your left breast some needed attention and has to shift slightly, that’s when you can really feel him. Your eyes struggle to stay open, but even with their fluttering you’re still able to make out this particular feeling to be the large bulge in Harry’s track pants that are pressed against your thigh — and that’s when an idea springs to your mind.

Harry remains occupied, so you decide to remove one hand that is tangled in his curls, down his chest and stomach, and right into the waistband of his pants where you can grip onto him. You’re a little surprised at just how big he is, but don’t let that phase you as your hand slides up and down his length a few times; making sure to spread the pre-cum that’s gathered at his tip.

“Mmm, getting impatient are we?” He mumbles against your skin as his lips trail back towards your mouth.

“Don’t act like you want to put this off any longer either, Styles,” you snap and earn a chuckle from him.

“You’re right, I really don’t.” He gives you an arrogant wink before retracting his hand away from your throbbing core and moving his now soaking wet fingers towards his mouth — never breaking eye contact as he sucks them dry. With another smirk as you let out an impatient sigh, he grabs the condom that has fallen onto the mattress beside you and begins taking it out.

“H?” You speak up while watching him and bite down onto your bottom lip just as he removes the rubber from its package. He stays silent as he looks over to you and lets his eyes roam you a little bit. “I- uh, I’ve been taking the pill…”

You swear there’s a childlike glint of excitement that flashes over his eyes as you tell him this, and a huge grin is soon stretching its way across his lips. He looks down at the condom and chuckles before tossing it back onto the bedside table. “Won’t be needing that then.”

He shifts his position up onto his knees with his legs positioned at the inner parts of your thighs, and you sit up to quickly help with ridding him of his pants. Once all clothing is gone, you can’t help the way your eyes widen as his hardened cock sticks out and you take in his entire length. He watches you smugly before leaning forward to catch your lips in another alluring kiss and starts sliding himself into your burning centre; creating a new sensation that earns gasps from both of you.

“Shit Y/N,” he groans as he slowly continues pushing himself further up into you. “Yer so tight love feels so good.”

All you’re able to do is moan in response at the burning, yet the extremely pleasurable feeling of him so deep inside of you. Once he’s situated, he begins with slow thrusts… but finds himself not being able to maintain that pace with how good you feel around him and the want- no, need to speed this up a bit grows.

The sound of Gina’s and Boyle’s voices sassing each other can quietly be heard from the tv that is still on from the other side of the room, but it’s soon drowned out by yours and Harry’s moans, as well as the sound of his skin coming in contact with yours over and over again. His thrusts are fast, and he continuously hits your g-spot with ease, and it’s making you feel so damn good. Harry can tell how you’re feeling by the way your hands are tangled in his curls again, and he knows that he’s getting you close to your edge, feeling himself not being too far behind.

Each thrust pushes you closer to the orgasm you’re both craving, and just as Harry seemingly thrusts even deeper inside of you while rubbing his thumb in circles over your sensitive clit… you finally get there. You moan his name and arch your back as that bubble you felt in your stomach earlier bursts, sending you right over the edge into orgasmic bliss. His movements begin slowing as you clench around him and trigger that same feeling for him to experience as well.

“Fuck Y/N,” he breathes out, and soon enough you can feel the warm spurts of his cum filling you up. His thrusts become much sloppier as he comes down from his high and sends you a smile once he comes back to his senses, leaning down to capture his lips against yours one last time.

You flinch slightly as he moves away and slowly pulls out before flopping onto the mattress right next to you. No words are exchanged as the two of you lay there trying to catch your breath, and it’ll probably stay that way until one of you know what to say to the other after something so intimate.

It doesn’t take much for you to notice the feeling of his release slowly trickling its way out of you, but try to ignore it as you close your eyes and work on steadying your heart rate. Another moment passes, and soon enough, Harry is shifting from his spot beside you, and you open your eyes again to see him leaning on his elbow while looking at you with a stupid boyish grin.

“What?” You ask and move your hand up to push back some of the matted curls stuck to his forehead.

“You know that song, I Just Had Sex by The Lonely Island and Akon?”

You instantly scowl and let your hand fall back down onto the pillow beside your head as your boyfriend is overcome by a severe laughing fit. “Where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere,” he says between laughs and has to take a breath before continue. “Was just thinking about that song and how maybe we should call Gemma to tell her what just happened.”

“Harry!” You gasp loudly, and he falls back onto the mattress cackling. You watch him cry laugh for a second before reaching for the pillow you’re resting on and sitting up so you can use it to gently smack his shoulder with. “That’s not even funny!”

“Maybe not,” he replies and wipes away some of the tears leaving his eyes, before reaching out to grab your wrist so he can prevent you from hitting him with the pillow again. “But your reaction absolutely was.”

“You’re literally the worst,” you state as you let go of the pillow and he sits up as well. “There is no way in hell that we’re telling my best friend- your sister about anything that just happened. We’re not telling anyone for that matter.”

“Yes dear,” he responds as his laughing fades into soft chuckles, and he reaches out to push a stray piece of hair back behind your ear. You try your best to keep a pout planted on your lips as he does this, but there’s no use when he leans over to place a soft peck on your mouth, and you instantly melt at his touch. “Think we could do that at least once more before I leave tomorrow though?”

A small laugh leaves your mouth, and you have to look away as he just sits there grinning at you. “Maybe if you don’t annoy me too much.”

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hello, official introduction time. my name is, i’m twenty-two, and i’m currently wasting a lot of time playing animal crossing. don’t ask me how much. it’s a lot of time. a lot.

anywho, this, my dear friends, is beatrice rose galloway-klein. her mama is the only one who uses her full name because most people just call her birdie ( much to her mama’s chagrin ), and some call her gallo, but only if they’re feeling frisky. she’s aiming to be the president of the united states one day, and honestly ? she could get there. but for now, she’s only twenty. she’s escaped from southern belle hell but the accent and taste for pecan pie hasn’t left her. she has a drawl thicker than fog in the spring, and she could charm the birds out of trees. currently, she’s a part of house machiavelli, and she’s studying political science and political theory. honestly, she’s just a delight, and i’m peachy keen to start plotting with everyone !

below the cut is a full bio & ideas for plotting.

Blurb:

A firecracker. A fur coat draped over her shoulders as she lounges on the couch. She’s smarter than she seems, watching and waiting, thirsting for secrets. She drinks pink wine from a bottle, and she’s waiting for a chance to wear a crown on her head.

Backstory:

You are a beauty queen failure much to your mama’s chagrin but her words can’t hurt you because you are untouchable. Bold and brazen, nothing can bring you down. It’s funny. You should have been soft and demure, but you are anything but. You walk into a room and eyes are on you. That’s how it’s meant to be. One day, eyes will be on you, and everyone will listen. You can imagine it all too well. You are going to be something and damn anyone who thinks they can get in your way.

History:

Birdie Klein is born in the high heat of summer in southern Alabama to a beauty queen and the state governor. She is a fussy thing, yelling and never settling down. Her parents adore her, though, for completely different reasons. Her mama sees good cheekbones and pageants in her future, while her daddy sees her as something to love and adore. It is clear who her favorite parent would be from the beginning.

The house she grows up in --- the manor --- is too big for a child. The walls are tall and the windows go from the floor to the ceiling. she gets lost in the curtains between masses of fabric. there is art on the wall, photographs and paintings. she is told from the beginning: look, don’t touch. That's her whole childhood, mottos like that. sit, stay still. walk, don’t run. it is stifling. She is tied up in ribbons and taffeta and she hates it. she stares out the window, longingly towards the trees in the yard. The respite in her life is trips to her grandmother’s. Birdie runs free through the orchard, skinning her knees and scraping her palms. It's a little bit of normalcy. but she always has to return to that too-big house. it’s filled with more people who aren’t family than those who are. there are chefs and maids and butlers and nannies and tutors. Birdie knows them all by name. They take care of her more than her parents. they deal with the tantrums and fits.

She is eight when she steps into her first private school. She does well enough in classes ( her reports home constantly say that she would do better if she only applied herself ) and she thrives surrounded by her peers. she does what’s expected of her, but really nothing more. she has her passions and throws herself into them, of course. feminism. women’s studies. suffrage. Little else really stimulates her. She does well on debate team --- she can talk and argue like no one else --- and she plays field hockey for the school team.

She realizes just how much money her family has one day when she is talking to a ( gasp ) scholarship student at her school. She talks about flights on her daddy’s jet and vacations in majorca. She mentions her nanny and tutor and how they were replaced when she said she didn’t like them. She talks about christmas and how her wardrobe is completely replaced. She doesn’t realize when the other student falls silent, feeling awkward and out of place. Finally, she is hit with the knowledge that not everyone has what she does. She carefully tries not to flaunt her wealth after that, but sometimes it’s hard. She wears clothes that are worth more than some people’s entire. The names of brands that fall from her lips come easy. she knows her wealth can be … overwhelming … but she isn’t mad about it. She likes the life she has.

Birdie is fifteen when she realizes she wants to be just like her daddy. He is in politics, she wants to do the same. They definitely do not have the same ideas. She’s liberal as can be, he’s more moderate. She wants change. He tells her it takes time. she wants it now. During her high school summers, she goes to D.C. and works as an intern in a congresswoman’s office. She doesn’t do much more than make copies, send faxes, and get coffee, but she’s in the room where it happens. She is seeing how the world works and how real change gets made. she tells herself one day she’ll work in one of these offices still. Of course, when that happens, her name will be on the door. It will be her office. It will be her changes that are being made.

She gets into Astor with no trouble. It’s her dream school. She’s going to become something there, surely. How could she not ?

Connection Ideas

and they were roommates ( oh my god, they were roommates ): listen give me a machiavelli for her to share a room with. if they’re on good terms, think of it as a long sleepover. birdie loves to gossip. she paints her toes cherry red, and she’ll paint her roommates’, too, if they’re nice. she’ll chit chat and charm their way into their heart quick as a whip. OF COURSE, they could find birdie annoying. if that’s the case, consider this: birdie’ll try to kill ‘em with kindness and a ton of ‘ bless your heart ‘s. /// OPEN

for the love of appearances : consider this: birdie, proud, in heels that would make her mama’s heart stop, you by her side, looking just as good. a relationship for the image, nothing more. maybe behind closed doors, they bicker like hell and they hate each other. maybe they’re friends. who’s to say .we can definitely play around. there are a lot of options and variables. /// OPEN

hook up hell : listen, birdie loves her appearance. hook ups ? don’t look good for a politician. but they’re fun as hell, and who’s to say a girl can’t enjoy herself every once in a while ? i imagine birdie has joked about making her hook ups sign a non-disclosure agreement before. she was also probably only half kidding. also we can decide if there are real feelings ????? if there’s angst ??????????? love angst here. /// OPEN

friends : okay so birdie is a firecracker, super sociable, super fun ( with limits tho let’s be real -- a politician can have nO SKELETONS IN HER CLOSET ). she’s got a cherry red convertible, a credit card with no limit ---- she likes impressing her friends. i’m not saying she buys her friends, but if the shoe fits ..... /// OPEN

rich bitch friends : birdie’s something of a socialite slash heiress slash really doesn’t ever need to work if she didn’t want to sort of person ?? i imagine she grew up around a lot of people in similar positions ???? so like childhood friends ????? not close, but forced together by obligation ?????? we can EXPLORE /// OPEN

idk my bff jill : listen, birdie needs at least one real friend, someone who sees her beyond the red lipstick and cat-eye mascara. they take away the charm and the southern drawl and they see someone who’s scared of not reaching their goals, who’s scared of losing their mama entirely, someone who just wants to be liked. /// CLOSED to ESTELLA

enemies : c’mon someone must have to not like birdie, i’m sorry, it’s true. there are so many possibilities. maybe birdie’s ambition rubs them the wrong way. maybe birdie is just .... too much. maybe they don’t like her wealth. a loooooot of options. /// OPEN

#astortalks #&. ╱ pretty girls don’t know the things that i know ▎ ‹ about › )#astorooc

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