#sierra told me to post this one

[teitomonogatari]

Let me put this in terms you'll understand: Your son, Estinien Tia Davis "elusive jumped" into the street and "pulled" a 2015 Honda Civic which resulted in a "raid wipe"

#ffxiv #ffxiv dragoon #estinien wyrmblood #sierra told me to post this one

[catboybiologist]

Hi! I'm Sierra. Time for a pinned post refresh.

Otherwise known as CatboyBiologist, or @hi-sierra (my SFW blog [this one is SFW too, but less so]). This page is remaining active, but if you want to find me somewhere else, I use the same username on reddit, Instagram, co-host, and tech.lgbt. This is me:

Trans woman, PhD student in molecular biology, boymoder, shitposter, freediver, hot girl on your phone, hiker, rambler (this post included), tgirl tummy tuesday supplier and enjoyer, former femboy, bane of bioessentialist fuckwads who try to use biology to validate biogotry, flaming bisexual, 196 nanocelebrity… whatever was the first thing that brought you to my blog, I hope it’s enough to get you to stay! I post selfies, hornyposts (minors and people who are averse to that be warned), stuff about the ocean, posts about my growing sense of wanderlust, my adorable lil tortoise, tutorials for transfemmes and GNC people, rambles about science, documentation of my own transition, rambles about transness, rambles about the eroticism of programming a machine to feel arousal, rambles about nature, and random shitposts. Please send me pictures of cute animals in your life!

If you wanna support my science career and my transition, consider dropping a tip here! PhD salaries are notorious for being negotiated to be exactly the cost of living…. And then forgotten about for years as inflation drops that below minimum wage. So I’m always a little strapped for cash. Anything helps!

Links to some of my tutorials and relevant resources under the cut:

I'm tracking my transition, and some people have said they found this helpful! This spreadsheet is generally updated monthly:

Usually, I write a little journal to go with it when it updates- you can find that under the #trans journal on my blog.

If you're interested in checking out some of the things I'm trying to write, here's a post with links to individual stories I'm making:

https://www.tumblr.com/catboybiologist/741010247774306304/writing-consolidation-post?source=share

My femboy guide, written well before I started HRT, but still has relevant info:

A "boyboob" tutorial, aka how to make it look like you have cleavage in an outfit that looks better with it:

A quick and dirty guide to taking better selfies, with a specific emphasis on people who may have stopped hating their body recently due to transition:

And here's a few of my personal favorite little rambles and posts about my transness, in no particular order:

CW for transphobia on this one:

A massive shoutout to @foldingfittedsheets for this amazing art of the lil borgir holding a trans flag:

I adore this so much <3 if you want to support their art, her commissions are open and really sweet!!!!

And of course, a massive shoutout to @whalesharkcat for this lovely pixel art of my tortoise:

I still love this so much, and will continue to into the future <3

For preHRT selfies, search the femboy tag. For post HRT selfies, use the "trans selfie" tag. I've been on HRT since August of 2023, so I'm still very early in the process! Day to day, I present male, but I plan to change that around the 1 year mark.

I guess that's about it! One final note is that I've been alluding to video/podcast style things for a while now. With my aderrall prescription, I've actually put in a lot of research work that might lead to 1-4 of those, so that might actually happen in the near future! No promises of course, life always catches up to you.

And if you liked my previous pinned post better, here it is:

Anyways, if you read this far, thanks for sticking around and bbyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

#just slapping tags I use frequently here to make them easily viewable #trans selfie #femboy #trans journal #tortoise #biology #oceanposting #also hi 196 #196 #r196 #r/196 #rule #/r/196 #trans #transgender #cute trans #tgirl tummy tuesday #tgirl tummy #transitioning #trans woman #trans femme #transfemme #trans is beautiful #trans tummy tuesday #tort #russian tortoise #trans tumblr #trans tutorial #cross dressing #no i am not conflating my transness with crossdressing and femboyhood Im just tagging bc thats how I used to present

[ihavethedreamies]

Deserted | Hoshi

Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.1k

Pairing: Hoshi x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Pet Names (Sweet Girl, Baby Girl, etc.), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! & F! Receiving), Deepthroating, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), Added some piercings for ~flair~

Author's Note: I had my best friend read this the other day and she said it was a little much for her, but still enjoyable and she was sure others would love it.

I am planning on doing something like this for each member, so stay tuned!

-> Woozi's <-

-> Wonwoo's <-

I am cross-posting this on Archive under the same name. Please reblog! If you know anyone that would like this or future fics but they aren't on Tumblr my name and icon are exactly the same on the other site. Happy reading!

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." You groaned as your sand-rover grumbled in protest, slowing down before it halted. The engine not only shut off, but it let out a giant puff of black smoke. The smell of burning rubber stung your nose and you groaned louder, grabbing your bag off the passenger seat. Throwing the door open, you're glad that happened as the sun was setting and not when it was high in the sky. The desert, however, could be very cold at night. A gust of wind blasted against the door, almost slamming it shut on your legs. With a yelp, you swung out your arm to catch the door and sighed when it didn't keep going. Unwrapping the thin scarf around your neck, you rewrapped it around your head and face to protect you from the blowing sand. Slipping your goggles on over to cover your eyes, you winced when the leather cracked further. Getting another strap would be a pain in the ass. Grabbing the door, you let it slam closed and slung your bag over your shoulder. Walking around the vehicle, you noticed that is had been hit harder than you anticipated. Since your rover was just that, you had no gun mounted on it, so when the acid-spitting space worm shot out of the ground, you could only flee. The back tire had finally been eaten away enough to go flat and there was also a hole that led to the gas tank. Only a bit of the fuel dripped out and you knew there was no chance of getting the now wrecked rover anywhere. Climbing up on the other back wheel, you got the hatch in the back open so you could grab your bigger pack. Grunting, you swung it onto your back and cinched the straps tight. Turning back to the last outpost you had been at was a no go. There was a huge alien monster in the way. You weren’t sure where the next outpost was, so you pulled out your old, beaten up holo-tracker. When you turned it on, the holographic screen glitched, so you slammed the body of the device against your thigh a few times and then it evened out. Clicking the buttons, one of which kept getting stuck, you saw that the next outpost was miles away. Walking that far would be an absolute drag but at least it was going to be night.

"Freaking desert planets…" You grumbled as if you had ever lived on a different one. You grew up on Sierra-Victor-Tango, but after taking a trip to several other human worlds, you learned that your home was…well, a shithole. Everything was old and falling apart. In the cities, crime was rampant, and the smaller outposts and towns were poor. When you told your mother you were going out to scavenge through the desert, she was unsure. Not because she was worried for your safety, but she had no idea what you hoped to find. It was a sandy wasteland inhabited by weird space bugs and lizards. You had never known earth like your grandparents so when you learned Terra animals and bugs looked so different, you understood why your grandma was so skeeved out.

Looking back at the wrecked rover, you wondered if it could give you some credits for scrap, but the work to get all the way out to it was not worth it. Hiking up your pack again, you set off, holding the scarf to your mouth as a gust of wind blasted you. A little blinking cursor flashed on your holo-tracker indicating where you were as you walked toward the setting sun. Behind you and to the right, the two different moons rose higher and got clearer. Twinkling stars began to appear and the cold was starting to set in. In the distance, you saw a giant rock outcropping and you headed for it. It was off the packed-in road, so you couldn't go very fast in the shifting sand.  When you reached the rock, you walked around to the other side, looking for a crack or something you could wedge into for shelter. What you were not expecting was some kind of shelter erected against the stone. It looked semi-permanent and constructed around some kind of indent in the giant rock.

Creeping closer, you saw someone sitting at a fire pit, their back to you. What startled you the most though, was a giant feline-like shape lying next to the fire as well. You had never seen one that big and it looked like a tiger from the books your grandmother brought from earth. Instead of orange with black stripes, it was black with white stripes and had long top fangs. The wind shifted; it was coming straight behind you instead of at you. The beast lifted its head, beginning to growl. At this, the person turned around and you saw it was a man. He had a scar across the bridge of his nose and his ears were heavily pierced. Another piercing accented his right brow, and he had a long narrow tattoo behind his ear and down his neck. You immediately shot your arms up in surrender and he motioned his tiger to lay down.

"Who are you?" He called and you dared not step closer.

"Uh…(Y/N), of Morgran Town." You had never seen someone like him before. He was incredibly attractive, and his poncho-like cloak hit right at his ribs, and he had nothing on under it. His muscles were toned, and his skin was smooth other than a scar near his hip. Tight leather pants clung to thick thighs and his big boots highlighted his long legs. Even his arms were well defined, a belt holding some sort of flask wrapped around his right bicep. His eyes were bright yellow, and you didn't know that happened naturally, his hair was white with black tips, reminiscent of his tiger.

"Morgran Town? You’re a long way from home." He replied, motioning with his hand for you to come closer. Finally, out of the shadow of the rock, he could see you in the double moonlight. You felt…tiny. He wasn't super big, not like some you've met, but he wasn't short either.

"Well, I'm a traveler, my rover broke down a few miles back." You finally let your arms down and instead moved to grip the straps of your pack.

"Headed to Korvo?"

"Yes."

"Don't."

"What? Why?"

"Two weeks ago, they got hit by slavers, it’s a ghost town." The man motioned you closer and toward a stump he had carved into a seat. Slowly, you walked the long way around, avoiding the cold gaze of the animal. You removed your pack, letting it thumb next to your seat, but you didn't take off your other bag; just in case you had to flee. Now that you were closer, you could tell that some kind of meat was being roasted on the fire.

"It won't taste too good because I can't really cook, but it will be cooked." He flashed a smile, and it took you off guard. He was…adorable.

"You'll share?" You looked at the roast, your mouth watering. You hadn't had fresh meat in months, only dried stuff. You wondered if he made the kill or his pet.

"Don't worry about Horanghae, he won't bite unless I let him." He waved at the animal, and you nodded, still feeling nervous in its gaze.

"I'm Hoshi." He held out his hand to shake and you shyly returned the gesture, and he sat back down at a long bench.

"You're a traveler? What do you do that for?"

"Oh, uh, I'm mostly looking for old wrecks of like shuttles and ships and stuff." You shrugged. It took forever to find things like that, but you gained a knack for it, and it got you a crap ton of money sometimes. While not official, you basically worked for the International Assembly as a freelancer, so you did jobs at your leisure.

"That must take a long time." He smiled and you shrugged.

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"I'm a Ranger." He held up a medallion hanging around his neck that had an upside-down triangle-like logo on it. You had heard of them before, there weren’t too many of them, it was hard to get accepted. They traveled the desert and worked as bounty hunters. That's all people really knew about them.

"So, if Korvo is a bust, where should I head next?"

"Hm. There's nowhere close really, not that you can get to easily by foot…I can't leave here for a few days, so you can stay with me till then. I'll give you a lift after." He jutted his thumb over to a hover bike that was resting next to his abode.

"Oh! Thank you. That's very generous." You let out a sigh of relief, you had begun to wonder what you were going to do. You were really bad at hunting and had only so much water in your canteen. He told you about his situation as you waited for the meat to be done. He had a well that was in the back of his tent, which was half in the rock. He had blown a giant cave into it with a grenade and set up his home. Horanghae would hunt for him, and he had a communication relay set up as well to talk with the rest of the Rangers.

"I only have one place to sleep though…" He finished off his explanation and you waved him off.

"I can sleep on the ground, not the first time I've had to."

"No way. What kind of person would I be if I let my guest sleep on the ground?" He shook his head. Thanking him, he declared the food done and hacked of a chunk for you. Hoshi speared the meat on a wooden skewer and handed it over. Eagerly eating the food, he watched in amusement at your ravenous behavior and then ate himself.

"Thanks. I can't begin to thank you; I would've been a goner." You shuddered at the thought. If you had arrived at Korvo and found it wasted, you might have had a breakdown.

"Don't worry about it!" He took the rest of the meat off the spit and gave it to the tiger. He led you inside his hut, even carrying your big pack in for you. It was nice and cozy inside, beautiful colored Afghans and rugs were laid out everywhere. The front room was like a living room and had a pile of pillows to sit at and even had a fairly nice holo-screen set up. There was a curtain against the left wall that he told you led to the bathroom. The next room was the bedroom essentially and he told you to go in and make yourself comfortable, he would sleep in the front room. Thanking him again you scurried into the back. That's where he had his communication equipment set up, and there was an actual bed in there! Under all the blankets and pelts, there was not just a sack of straw or even a crate; it was an actual mattress. You hadn't slept on one in almost a year. Taking your boots off, you jumped on and groaned at the comfort. Pulling the softest Afghan over you, you drifted off quickly and slept better than you had in a while.

A soft beeping stirred you from your sleep. Glancing at your watch, you saw it was almost sunrise and so you sat up, stretching with a groan. The beeping was coming from the monitor he had set up. Not wanting to invade his privacy, you got up to go into the other room and inform him. He was still asleep, having spread out across the floor and pillows. His tiger must have been outside. It would have been cute to see him sleep like that if it wasn’t for the fact his torso was now completely uncovered and only his lower half was covered by the blanket. Not just that, but his tight pants were thrown over a chair in the corner, and the blanket was tented in a very obvious way. The realization made you squeak in embarrassment, and you fled back into the other room. While you had not been with too many guys before, you knew for sure what he was hiding under there. The soft beeping continued from the monitor, and you wondered what you should do. If he had to go in there to check on it, he might not realize he had a…problem. Living alone probably allowed him some freedom, but you were here, and you weren't sure he would think of that.

Dashing from the back room into the bathroom, you realized how bad you had to go. Once that was done, you realized in shock that the plumbing was…actually plumping. Kind of. It was one of those high-tech situations that vaporized the waste into nothingness. The sink actually gave you water and it seemed so would the shower. As you were still in there, staring at your face in the mirror, you kept thinking of how to wake him. All of a sudden, the beeping got loud enough for you to hear in the other room and when you peaked your head out, you saw he was stirring. That solved that problem. Peering through the curtain, you watched him get up and your jaw dropped as the blanket fell. Luckily, he was at least wearing undergarments, but they were tight and hid very little. He was very nicely defined, his muscles weren't huge, but he still looked extremely good. His hair was messy, and you were enraptured watching him stretch. He trudged into the back room, scratching his chest and seemingly ignoring his morning problem. You heard a ding and he spoke to whoever was on the other line. His voice was rough from sleeping and you knew you were in danger. How is it that you managed to find such a gorgeous man out in the middle of the desert? Another voice responded to him, but you couldn't pick out any specific words and soon their conversation was over, and you jumped back into the bathroom and away from the curtain.

"(Y/N)? You in there?" He was standing right on the other side, and you swallowed before answering in the positive.

"I, uh, need in there, but…" You knew why he was hesitating and for some reason, some stupid little voice in the back of your conscience screamed loud enough for it to come out of your mouth.

"I can help you with that." You blurted and gaped at yourself in the mirror. He didn't say anything, and you kicked yourself. Why, why did you say that? Before you could say anything else, the curtain pulled back and you saw him behind you in the reflection of the mirror. His look was much different than the night before. His yellow eyes that shined with laughter had turned sharp. It made you shudder as you made eye contact with him indirectly through the mirror.

"I-I mean, I don't know how to thank you for helping me…So, I uh, can help with whatever." You were glad the mirror didn't go too low, otherwise you would definitely be staring. You could see him slowly look you up and down and you froze under his gaze. It was like what the tiger did to you last night, but ten times worse. You felt like a deer about to be eaten, and it turned you on to no end. Wandering around the desert for a living doesn't exactly afford many opportunities for romantic or sexual escapades. You figured the case was probably pretty true for him as well, if not more. Realizing in the night you had shed your shirt; you were just standing in the wrap-around you used as a bra and your leggings. Because of the heat of the desert and the tightness of said leggings, you usually went commando, and you wondered if you were wet enough for it to soak through the fabric.

As he stepped into the small space, he let the curtain fall behind him but didn't step completely through the entryway.

"Are you sure?" He stared you in the eye, once again through the mirror, you did not yet have the courage to turn around. While you wanted to say you were joking, that it was just an impulse to tease, you couldn't. Seeing him to begin with was enough, let alone in his current state.

"Are you sure?" You shot back. You thought yourself rather plain with no distinctive features. Your freckled skin from years of sun exposure was highlighted strangely by the tan line that formed around your goggles. You were covered in dirt too because of wandering out in the blowing sand. His poor bed was probably covered in sand too. Not easy to find somewhere with running water, let alone hot water, your hair was pulled back into a braid but was not exactly clean. You were glad body odor had been genetically eradicated decades ago. Plus, compared to him, you were painfully average.

When he didn't verbally respond, you grew even more nervous, but he stepped in further till he was standing a few steps behind you. He peered at the mirror from behind, and he was nearly a head taller than you. His stare was even more intense now and you shivered. Taking a deep breath, you finally worked up the courage to turn around, and he was immediately on you. His kiss was searing, and you immediately groaned. Nothing about it was gentle, it did truly feel like he was trying to eat you. He bit your bottom lip and you moaned, his tongue quickly flicking against your own. Something cold and round hit your teeth and you realized his tongue was pierced. Oh lord. Hoshi's hand had come to rest around your throat, under your jaw, but was in no way harsh or tight. This way, he could angle your head just right. Your neck protested some and so you propped up on your tip toes, tipping your head and allowing the kiss to deepen further. His second arm wrapped around you, almost encircling you while his hand gripped your ass. The hand on your jaw moved to the back of your head and you wrapped your smaller hands over his biceps. Pulling back for air, his fingers buried further in your hair and yanked your head back so he could kiss down the column of your throat. You moaned as you felt his teeth buried slightly into the flesh, then sucked hard, definitely leaving a mark. As he pressed you so close to him, you could feel his covered hard-on against your bare stomach. Your head swam as he sucked on your earlobe and his hand left your head to wrap around your back.

"Jump." He ordered and you followed, his mouth landing on yours again as he left the bathroom. The man easily carried you and brought you to the bedroom, "Put me down a sec." You told him. Hoshi raised his eyebrow in question but did so. You immediately sank to your knees, and he groaned before you even touched him.

"You sure?" He asked.

"If I go to do something, I'm sure." You told him, implying for him to stop asking. He nodded and you nervously but quickly reached for the waistband of his only item of clothing. Exhaling, you removed the garment and gaped as he stepped out of it. Swallowing a build-up of saliva, you no longer had to imagine. What shocked you the most however was the two metal spheres adorning the head of his cock. A full reverse prince albert. That was the hottest thing you had ever seen.

"Good?"

"Yes." You cleared your throat, wiggling your jaw a bit then reached for him, laving your tongue around the head, the metal imbedded there cold where his flesh was hot. He swore as you began to descend. Your jaw protested some, but in the best possible way. You saw his eyes widen in shock then narrow as he moaned, your nose reaching his pelvis. Swallowing around him, the piercing was an odd sensation, you pulled back as little as possible so you could still breathe. Once you found the proper depth, you pulled off him and gave him a look, spreading your legs more and placing your hands on the floor.

"(Y/N)?" He asked and you simply opened your mouth wide, tongue out.

"Fuck." He practically growled and he adjusted your jaw by the chin and then he slid in. Keeping your teeth covered was a little difficult with his girth, but you managed. You could focus on that while he did all the movement. He had noticed what you were doing and made sure not to go too deep but every so often so you could still breathe. Your gag reflex was pretty much gone at that point for several different reasons, but with his size (and the piercing) you let out a small gag every once and a while. Hoshi's hands dug into your hair as he used your mouth, very quiet but high-pitched moans flowing out. Feeling him twitch, you knew he was close, and he almost pulled out. While part of him wanted to see your face covered, he much preferred it when you grabbed the back of his thighs and buried him completely in your throat.

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, throwing his head back as he came. You moaned at the feeling yourself and the vibration rolled his eyes back. When he was done, you swallowed to make sure everything went down and he pulled out fully, still half-hard. Licking your lips sensually, he huffed and reached down to lift you up under your arms. You yelped at the east to which he does this, and he literally tossed you onto the bed. He grabbed the fastener of your breast band; as he roughly pulled it open and off, the motion flipped you over onto your stomach. He was manhandling you with such ease. Hoshi moved your braid out of the way and started to lay seething kisses along your spine and over your shoulders. His hand came under you and ran down your stomach till the tips of his fingers reached the waistband of your leggings. He pulled your waist up, his now fully hard cock wedged between the cleft of your ass. You were definitely leaking through the fabric. Placing a final kiss on your shoulder, his hand hooked into your bottoms, and he tugged hard. You flipped over once again and as Hoshi dragged the last of your clothes off, he also tugged you to the foot of the bed. Before you could get your bearings, his hands gripped your thighs, tight, and pressed your legs open. You knew you would have bruises there in the morning and his hot breath on your core made your hips seize.

"W-wait-!" You gasped as his tongue licked a hot stripe up to your clit. You had never had this done before, just never really cared to. It was something new for sure and it was almost too much. The slight cold of the ball piercing his tongue made you flinch. You could feel hip lips curl into a smirk against you at this and caught him looking up at you. The sight was overwhelming, and he sucked hard on your clit, you head slamming back into the bed.

"You taste amazing." He groaned against your skin. His hands moved from your thighs, and he wrapped his arms around your legs and buried in deeper. The hold he had on you prevented almost all movement and your upper body squirmed to compensate. Hoshi's tongue seemed like it shouldn't be as long as it was, nor as strong. The piercing was brushing right against your entrance and hit your clit over and over. He was like a man starved, dehydrated, and he was sucking your soul out.

"Ah!" You almost screamed when he came back to your clit and your orgasm hit you, hard. It was stronger than you had ever experienced and lasted much longer. He groaned against you, his continued tongue movements dragging it out. When it finally calmed down, he pulled away as the overstimulation began to sting. The man let you catch your breath and when you were able to open your eyes to look at him and he was drenched.

"Oh my god!" You gasped and he just laughed, wiping his mouth and sucking everything else off his hand and fingers.

"You ever squirted before?" He asked and you shook your head, mortified.

"It’s okay, pretty girl, that was sexy." His smile was too cute for what he just did to you.

"You need a minute?" He asked and you rested back again with a nod. Delicately, instead of what he was doing before, he picked you up and shifted you higher up the bed. His lips came back to yours, gentle at first and growing heated again. There was something about his kisses, they alone made your head swim. Was it him or his skill? The tongue piercing? Who knows? As he felt your body become less tense, his arms wrapped around you and tilted your hips up so he could grind against you. You were still somewhat sensitive so even just the slight friction was so good. Already knowing this from when he was straining your jaw, you knew that his cock was going to stretch you so good. The sting would be so worth it. It had been a long time since anyone filled you up and no one had ever as much as you knew Hoshi was going to.

"You ready, princess?" He finally let your tongue go and you could not form a thought to make words, so you nodded. He smirked and the head poked at your entrance. As he eased in, the sting was more intense than you thought it would be, but so, so good. The stretch wasn't the only thing that took your breath away. That gosh darn piercing perfectly hit your clit and rubbing against your walls as eased in. At least he was self-aware of his size because he went slow, but knew he wasn't hurting you. Your hard exhales were tinged with a moan, nearly imperceptible. He was big, you knew part of it was because you were quite small, but his cock was impressive on its own.

"So tight." He grunted, grinding into you and your clit throbbed.

"J-just give me a sec." You gripped his shoulders, breathing through the delicious stretch. It felt incredible despite the slight pain. After you sat for a bit, he shifted some and then moved slowly, hiking your leg up over his elbow and he went even deeper.

"Fuck!" You moaned, your head tossed back, and you almost came again right then.

"You okay?" He chuckled some, he could tell by how you clenched that it felt good, not that it hurt. That fucking piercing brushed right against your sweet spot. Hoshi had already ruined you for any other man, and he hadn't even moved.

"Ready?" he asked, massaging your hip. You nodded and the hand on your hip tightened its grip, and his arm hiked your leg up higher. He barely pulled out, maybe an inch, then his hips snapped, and you came.

"Ohgodohgodohgod." He grunted as your walls clenched him tight and he was growing smug at the pleasure he was wreaking on you. In truth though, he was trying really hard not to cum already himself. He knew he would have some time before he could again given he had already came, but it had been a while. However, every other time he had waited this long, he could go for many, many rounds. If he could, he would keep you in his bed and in his hold for the rest of the day. He wanted to make it so you couldn't walk by the time he could bring you to the outpost. Honestly, he wanted to make it, so you never wanted to leave. When your orgasm died down, he waited a bit longer, you laid limp in his arms.

"You're gonna have to do all the work now." You told him with a tired giggle, like he wasn't already doing that. He smirked, notched your other leg up over his arm, then proceeded to fold your legs up to your chest. He pressed your thighs down with his hands, forming more bruises and you prepared yourself. His next thrust was almost hard enough (it seemed) to dislodge a kidney. It knocked the wind out of you and your sensitive skin burned. You were in for a ride. His thrusts were not even as hard as they could be, you knew. Hoshi only pulled his cock halfway out before he was buried as deep as he could go. After every thrust, he would grind down into your clit, the metal ball inside rubbing your g-spot. Your moans were getting harder to contain, you almost wanted to scream. Drool pooled out of the sides of your mouth; your entire body was on fire.

"Don't hold back, baby girl, let me hear you." He grunted out, his thrusts slowing but no less deep. Finally getting permission to be loud, you whined, and he unfolded you and led you to wrap your legs around his waist. Up on his knees, he positioned you to rest your lower back on his thighs and he rolled his hips to snap his cock into you over and over. The new position let that stupid piece of metal scrape perfectly against your walls, the head of his dick probably bruising your cervix. You were ruined, no thoughts in your head. You were letting out slurring moans of his name and pleas for…you weren't even sure at this point. He had fucked you stupid.

"(Y/N), pretty girl, where can I cum?" His thrusts had gotten more erratic, he wasn't able to hold back anymore.

"I-inside." You moaned, able to form a complete thought.

"Yeah?"

"Please." You keened and this sent him over the edge. Getting as deep as he could, he swallowed your moan, sliding his tongue back in your mouth, painting your insides white. The hot sensation gave you another orgasm, not nearly as strong though, and it was a relief. As the spurts of cum stopped, he pulled away from your mouth and he  chuckled at the fucked-out look you had.

"I'll let you rest, sweet, but then I'm going to fill you up again."

Masterlist

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[morganski-19]

WIP Wednesday

So I posted this post on monday and got a few people interested in reading more of it, so that means that I'll be writing a whole fic about it now.

The premise is that Steve's dad is a real piece of shit and had an affair when Steve was three, leading to him having a daughter. Her name is Julie and is recently placed in the foster system after the death of her mother. Steve is now set on this journey of bonding with the sister he never had and essentially bringing her in and raising her. With a side of Steddie.

But I wanted to introduce Julie a bit since she is an original character.

Her full name is Julie Rebecca Lawson and she was born on January 28, 1970, making her 16 when the fic takes place. She is a grade ahead of the rest of the party but is in a few of their more elective leaning classes. She's average in most of her classes but loves to write and illustrate her own stories.

She is a bit of a loner and doesn't have many friends. Her mom and her lived in the trailer park that the Mayfeild's and Munson's lived in in season 4, meaning that she was a witness to most of the events that happened as well.

She is stubborn, strong, sarcastic, caring, and most importantly, a teenager who is going through the loss of her mom. So there's a lot of angst to come for both her and Steve.

The story will be told from both of their perspectives as well as a few flashbacks to Julie's witnessing of season 4 events and just general parts of her life.

I'm working on an outline and figuring out what I want for this story but the first chapter should be posted either this Saturday or the next. It will be posted both here and over on my ao3, which I will provide the link to. Be prepared for a longer one (for me at least), I have a feeling I'll be working on this for a while in order to tell the story I want to.

And if you are interested at all in this story, let me know and I'll start a tag list. (I'll already add the people who said they were interested in the prev post below, let me know if you want to be taken off)

Edit: part one now posted here

current tag list: @homoerotictangerine, @mugloversonly, @thesuninyaface, @imyelenasexual, @anaibis, @ilovecupcakesandtea, @brainsteddielyrotted, @jackiemonroe5512, @eddie-munsons-missing-nipple, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @cinnamon-mushroomabomination, @lolawonsstuff, @writingandmushroomdragons, @stevesbipanic, @sierra-violet, @steddie-as-they-go, @dauntlessdiva, @mousedetective, @the-daydreamer-in-the-corner, @zombiethingy, @connected-dots-st-reblogger, @that-agender-from-pluto, @allyricas, @cheddartreets, @devondespresso, @crypticcorvidinacottage, @queenie-ofthe-void

#wip wednesday #fic explaination #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #original female character #Julie Lawson #Steve has a sibling #Steve's dad is a piece of shit #future fic #steddie

[elementaskylos345]

Island of the Slaughtered: confrontation

Izzy and Cody

Welp, I made a fanfic related to the comic I posted. It's a confrontation between Izzy and Cody about returning to Wawanakwa to attempt to bring peace to the spirits on the island

Fic under the cut

  “...”

 “...”

 Cody took a long drag from his cigarette.

“Izzy, why are you here?” he asked with stern eyes, a subtle angry twitch in his hand that held his cigarette. Izzy hummed and crossed her arms, a stern glare meeting Cody's enraged gaze.

“I'm pretty sure you know why, investigator.”

“Oh for FUCKS SAKE, I already told Duncan I wouldn't be working with you!” he snapped. “I have a life to live, and I'd rather dwell on that damn island anymore.” He hissed.

“Aren't you the one that went out to confirm spirits linger on Wawanakwa?” Izzy responded with a raised brow.

“I only did that to get the press off my back! They wouldn't shut up about it.”

“You don't care about them? You went out, found ghosts, and that's it? Really?” Izzy took a double take. “That's cruel, Cody.”

“The wellbeing of spirits isn't my issue.”

…

A long silence fell between the two.

…

“Cody… what the fuck? They were our friends!” Izzy snapped, stepping forward.

Cody hardened his gaze as he took another drag, flicking the ashes onto the ground as smoke filtered out from between his teeth. “That's irrelevant.” He said through gritted teeth. “You don't even know if they're still sane. You KNOW my crew was attacked when we-”

“Does that matter!? They're kids that are probably terrified out of their minds!”

Cody stared at the ground, the grip on his cigarette tight enough to squeeze some of the tobacco out.

“You say you help the spirits you find. You talk all the time about how you bring them closure, but when it comes to them, you abandon them!? People we watched did! And you won't help them.”

Cody's hands shook as did Izzy's, both for very different reasons. Izzy glared as Cody hesitantly lifted the cigarette to his mouth and finished the last quarter in one drag. They once again locked eyes, their expressions slowly shifting to a matched sadness. Izzy sighed and tugged lightly at her hair before looking away.

“Look… Cody… we need you for this to work. You're the only person who knows what to do. You can actually help them, don't you want them to know peace…?” Izzy pleaded as she slowly approached Cody.

Cody turned his head to the side, biting his lip in thought. He looked back to Izzy… and sighed. He furrowed his brow and glared. His eyes told Izzy a lot. He was upset, defeated, relieved, and deeply concerned.

“Fine."

Izzy sighed in relief as Cody turned to throw his cigarette away and pull out his phone. “Sierra will be joining us… she's also been getting on me about this.”

“Damn, your own assistant against you.” Izzy joked.

“Shut up.” Cody snapped as he put the phone to just ear, making Izzy laugh.

#elementa art #my art #fanfic #island of the slaughtered #total slaughter island #tdi cody #tdi izzy

[danvswild]

"Have you ever read Wild?"

Okay this is a question I got all the time when I told anyone that I was hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. And the answer is yes. I also saw a Tik Tok on how to annoy thru-hikers and this question was on the list lol

Well I personally don't mind the question and I bring up this book now because this next part is where Cheryl Strayed began her journey on the PCT. From Mojave/Tehachapi to Kennedy Meadows. This stretch lasts for roughly 150 miles and it took me about 6 days to complete.

After my well earned rest in Tehachapi, I headed back out on the trail to go through one of the most beautiful sections of the trail so far.

This is the foothills of the Sierra so naturally, the terrain changes into a more lush landscape and we began to gain some elevation. The campsites between Tehachapi and Kennedy Meadows were all stunning and at night I could see SO MANY STARS it was unreal.

I also need to note that the water carry out of Tehachapi was the longest by far! I want to say it was close to 40 miles? but don't quote me on this. I was very mindful of my water consumption in this part and hiked FAST trying to catch up to some hikers who left a day before me.

I also want to note I cried the most on this stretch of the trail. Not because of sadness but more so because I was in awe of my surroundings and felt surreal and blessed. This is definitely why I love to be outdoors immersed in nature. The sheer magnitude and beauty of the landscape evokes a certain feeling in you (◕‿◕✿)

^That was where I bawled lol

Anyways, I was able to catch up to my fellow hiker Strider in the next stretch and I made it to Walker Pass. We hitched a ride into Ridgewood and stocked up on some supply to push to Kennedy Meadows!

Fast forwarding a little bit, this next section was very hilly and I witnessed some of the most striking sunsets here. I can't stop recalling how beautiful it was and I keep thinking I need to use the word "beautiful" a bit less lol

Push Push Push

And there I was, in Kennedy Meadows!

Aw man, you wouldn't believe what I felt there. PURE ECSTASY

The fact that I had hiked 700 miles was mindblowing and seeing others who had walked the same journey melded a sense of solidarity and unity in this community.

The common topic of this hiker haven was where to go next. Because of the high snow fall in the Sierras, many decided to bypass and go up north. As for my trail family, we decided to head up to Mammoth Lakes to go skiing for a day and jump up north.

As for me, I had decided to get off the trail to attend Electric Forest and skip up to the Canadian border to hike down lol In retrospect, this was not a good decision.. but I have no regrets! I'll try to talk more about this process in the next post ＼(*T▽T*)／

#backpacking #hiking #pacific crest trail #pct #thru hiking #nature #camping #pct2023 #wild #kennedy meadows

[renren-006]

right, your blog banner has inspired me to send in a request ✨ i’ve got an idea for a court gentry x reader fic based off of ‘you are in love’ by taylor swift. basically it’s like really cute moments between court and the reader throughout their relationship based on some of the lyrics to the song.

the start of the song. could perhaps be their first ever night together. “Coffee at midnight.” and “And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch. But you felt enough” would maybe be their daily routines and such.

the second verse could be like i guess domestic moments between them and then the lyric about letting go of fears and ghosts could be court being more open and comfortable with the reader compared to the beginning of the relationship. there’s also a lyric in the bridge where it mentions keeping a pic of the subject in a office so i thought maybe that could apply for court keeping a polaroid of the reader (that claire took) when he goes on missions. if you could please make the fic really soft and fluffy that would be great

i’m sorry this is kinda long hahahaha but i just had to share the idea i had. keep up the great work! your fics are amazing :)

Loved | Sierra Six x Reader

warning: a litttleeee suggestive wording but other than that full love and fluff!

word count: 760

a/n: this is such a cute idea!! thank you for the request!! i really enjoyed writing this!! i’ll have to make another tag post for song story requests!! I love writing fluffy content but i also added a few...suggestive sentences because i coulden't help myself!!

(just like imagine it’s youuuu)

*Play "You are Loved" by Taylor Swift*

Small talk, he drives. Coffee at Midnight

When you both met it felt like a spark was ignited inside you. 

“Hi” a voice said behind you. Turning back you noticed a handsome face above you. Court stood there, taking a chance at love.

“Hello” you responded, Court took that as a welcoming sign to have him sit next to you. You two smiled at each other

When Court continued talking to you that night you knew maybe there was a change at some happy ending. When he offered to take you to his place you jumped out of the bar stool and happily obliged. You took him up on the offer of a coffee at his place when you two settled in. Soon after that coffee was forgotten. 

And your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough. 

The morning routine was simple, bathrooms were shared between the two of you. Shoulders brushing in the morning as the two of you moved around the bathroom fiddling and getting ready. There was no proof to the Court or anyone outside of this bathroom that they had ever met, touched or loved. You felt it, the connection, the spark. You wanted it ignited between the two of you. Court couldn't admit it to himself yet. 

You keep his shirt, he keeps his word. And for once, you let go of your fears and your ghosts.One step not too much, said enough. 

Of course you kept Court's shirt, it was the only thing that kept you grounded when he was gone. You moved in a while after you met and fell hard for one another. You never asked questions, or bothered him about his scars, he would tell you about this other life he had when he was ready.

Court told you the minute he walked in that door after a mission. He still had a fresh cut on his forehead and he felt torn. He felt like the double life he was living needed to be a single one.  

“I…I work for the government, I do jobs for them. Hit jobs” he told you, moments after the door shut. He stumbled over his words, fear on his face. You were caught off guard eating in the kitchen when he stormed in the house. 

“I guessed you did something dangerous..” you told him trailing off. “I'm not leaving. Just because you have a dangerous job doesn't mean I'm going anywhere.” Court didn't say another word other than picking you up out of your chair and settling down on the couch, you in his lap, and just hugged you. The two of you stayed like that for hours, just holding one another. 

One night he wakes. Strange look on his face. Pauses then says “you're my best friend”. and you knew what it was he's in love

You were still up when Court rolled over to you. The book in your hand quickly forgotten by the look Court was giving you. 

“Baby?” you asked, worried he was having a stroke. You put your book down and laid beside him, the dim light from the moon giving your room a glow. He held your face. 

“You're my best friend,” he told you. As his hands stored your cheeks you cried. He loved you. It was clear in his words, his face, and his kisses he gave you. 

And he keeps pictures of you in his office downtown

Claire insisted on taking a picture of you that day. You were wearing a light blue dress, making you look angelic. You knew Court was leaving soon, and you wanted to look nice before swinging him off to his mission. Clair took a photo of you looking longingly at Court, she kept that one for her one jernal. 

The other one she gave to the Court. This one had you looking directly at the camera, full smile and a slight laugh to your face. He remembers that day like no other. How pretty you looked in the dress and how nice you looked at home without it. 

Court kept that photo in his wallet, keeping it with him on missions so he would always have your face to look at to remind him he was fighting to come home to you. He loved you. 

Cause you can hear it in the silence. You can feel it on the way home. You can see it with the lights out. You are in love, true love. You are in love.

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #the grey man #the grey man fan fiction #court gentry #sierra six x you #court gentry x reader #i am so in love with six its not even funny #i love ryan gosling

[atorchzagreusandtris]

Seeing how much people have cared about my cat and her health has really warmed my heart. We've managed to get $125 + 27 (outside of gofundme) so far and I've been asking people at my college to at least spread the link if possible. One of my classmates pulled out the money from her wallet (the $27) and handed it to me and apologized for not being able to give more.

It's not the amount you give that matters, it's the fact you helped at all when so many people are uncaring and will brush over your post.

Yes I get it, with everything going on right now people don't have money to give, people that do are likely donating what they can to other causes like supporting Palestine or Congo.

It is the fact you are using your own money to help me pay to take my cat - my ESA, who I have had since I was fucking 13, who has been there for me through countless trauma including SA - to the vet that matters.

And even if you don't donate, you spreading my post helps it reach new people who MIGHT donate. Who MIGHT spread my post to gain further traction so I can get MORE money to help my cat.

Thanks to people who care, we now have $152 that will go towards getting her to a vet, that will go towards testing, that will go towards medicine, and even if we are told there is nothing we can do and it's better to euthanize her or it will cost THOUSANDS of dollars we don't have and can't manage to raise, that $152 still goes towards taking care of her, even if it's putting her down.

I don't want to put her down of course, I love her more than life itself. I've lost two cats this year, she's only nine, she shouldn't die yet, but life happens, sickness happens, injuries happen. I don't want her to be in pain. I've watched too many of my animals be in pain and each time it guts me. I don't want her to be in pain.

But people care. People care enough to help give other people money to take care of suffering animals and tell other people to bring awareness and that in of itself is beautiful. Thank you to anyone who has donated, thank you to anyone who has spread. Please keep spreading, please if you can donate. Even if it's $1. Even if it's a penny. Remember that everything you donate helps. Remember that every time you spread my post it helps.

#gofundme #cat #emergency #vet bills #aid

[mlmxreader]

Safehouse | Sierra Six x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: omg okay req for sierra six x m!reader

may i have sm with post-nightmare cuddles and/or familial cuteness w claire? thank u i adore u ( ╹▽╹ )

summary: Six knows that there's only one place he can go when he and Claire make a run for it, but what he doesn't know is that the quiet life is something he could really get used to.

tws: nightmares, smoking

You had known Six for a while, a chance encounter when he was working and then a few more meetings by supposed chance had lead you to a fair few nights together and a couple of conversations about being something serious and solid when he got out of the job; you couldn't say that you were surprised when he turned up on your doorstep with Claire, and you didn't think much of it either, letting them in and telling Claire that she could choose to either take your room or the spare room. She settled on the spare room. Six was a little unsure about the dogs, but when he saw how gentle they were with Claire, he relaxed; when she asked if they could sleep in her room, you told Six to move the dog beds - joking about how it was the price he had to pay for you letting him stay. He didn't say anything about it, but he smiled a little to himself when no one was looking. He didn't worry much about anyone knowing the location, outside of Fitzroy, no one knew about you; it was Fitzroy who had told him to pursue you romantically, he told him that he ought to ask you to be his boyfriend but he never got around to it.

Still, Six was just fine sleeping in your room; every night, after he had walked around the grounds to make sure that no one was around, he would lie on his side and cuddle into the pillows while you put your head on his side, your hands either side of your chin as you dozed off with him. Claire slept better than expected, thankfully, she didn't seem so scared of anything happening when the dogs were curled up in their beds in her room. But Six always slept with you, even if he was just taking a quick nap on the sofa, he was always near you.

It was a cold night when Six had a nightmare, tired and groggy but still quiet about it, his training and his experiences in the field meant that nightmares were easily pushed aside; he pulled himself out of the bed, and made his way around the house, pausing by Claire's room to peer in and make sure that she was alright. The dogs raised their heads, the thump of a wagging tail soft against the floor, he nodded at the dogs, then made his way downstairs. He checked the front door was locked, then double checked it, then made his way to the kitchen; he took a look around and even checked in the little toilet to see if anyone was hiding in there, before he opened the fridge and grabbed a drink. He kept wandering, and only when he was satisfied that no one was around did he settle, leaning against the counter and staring down at his socks as he frowned.

He didn't even notice when you had gotten up, not until you crept up beside him, and sighed, taking the drink from his hand and stealing a swig. He took one look at you, and then his gaze was back down to his socks.

"Weird as it sounds, I don't think I can sleep without you."

That caught his attention, but Six didn't dare to look at you. "I'll be back."

"I know you don't wanna talk," you told him, moving over to where you kept your cigarette stuff and rolling yourself one. He didn't even look up at the click of the lighter. "I'm not saying you have to, but... if you're gonna get up at three o'clock in the morning, the least you could do is warn me."

"Noted."

"Six..." you sighed, shaking your head and deciding against it. It was pointless to ask him about whether or not he was alright. "Six, where did you put my book?"

He pointed over to the jars of tea, coffee and sugar; while you were smoking, he moved over to the large windowsill by the back doors. It was thick enough to fit a couple of people, so he sat there with his back against the wall, his knees pulled up and his arms dangled over them as he stared out of the window; he watched the garden as if there really was something out there that intrigued him massively.

Six didn't say anything when you finished your cigarette and grabbed your book, knocking his knee so that you could sit between his legs; his hand went to your side as you rested the back of your head against his chest. He started to draw little circles into your side as he dared to look down at you, stretched out and quite comfortable against him.

He smiled. He could get used to this. He started to close his eyes again, his breathing getting a little softer as he stopped being so tense; he kept his hand on your side, though, and when you relaxed against him, he knew that he really, really could get used to this.

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#mlem writes #sierra six x reader #sierra six imagine #sierra six #court gentry x reader #court gentry imagine #court gentry #the gray man imagine #the gray man #the grey man imagine #the grey man #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling imagine #ryan gosling

[glitterpeachtree]

The short Stories of Sierra Six and Claire

It didn't take long for Claire to start showing signs of post traumatic stress disorder. After losing Donald, Claire seemed a bit off. I noticed that she would keep her bedroom door open, she always needed to know where I was going, and she started having nightmares. When we first moved into the safe house, I let her have the master bedroom. Although it wasn't much bigger than the other bedroom, it had its own bathroom connected to it and a slightly bigger closet. I was no expert on tween girls, but I knew that I should probably give her as much privacy as possible.

"Six? I know you wanted me to have this bedroom, but I really would rather have the other bedroom." She asked on the first night at the house. We were both in the living room getting settled.

"Are you sure? I really don't care if I have the small room" I said to her. She put her book down, she was reading Little House on the Prairie. She glanced at her bedroom door, and then back at me and frowned.

"I just don't like how it's in the corner of the house. I feel...like I'm...Trapped?" Claire avoided eye contact with me when she said that. After her parents, and her uncle dying, not to mention getting kidnapped, it would make sense for Claire to feel this way.

"Okay. I understand." I nodded. "Claire?" She looked up at me. "You know I'm not going anywhere, right?" Claire nodded and then picked her book back up.

......

A couple days later I got up around 5am and went to do a perimeter check around the house. I thought Claire was sound asleep in her bedroom (her small bedroom), but as I zipped my jacket up, I saw her peak from her door and say, "Where are you going?" she looked panicked, breathless.

"I'm-Im just doing a quick once around. I didn't mean to wake you." She stared at me for a moment. "I'll be right back Claire, I promise. Go back to bed."

Once I came back into the house I found Claire sitting at the small dining room table. It had 3 chairs, though one was broken. The leg was loose and could probably pop off if someone sat on it. Claire was staring straight ahead, her knee bouncing. She was scared and nervous. She was afraid that I was going to spontaneously disappear.

"Told ya I'd be back." She whipped her head around. It took me a minute to realize that she was crying. "Claire-" Before I could finish saying her name she ran up to me and buried her head in my chest. She started sobbing a little bit

"He's g-gone. And he's never coming back-ck." Of course she was talking about Donald. Donald had been her "father" since her parents died. He was the last family she (and I) had left. I rubbed her back and rested my chin on her head. We swayed side to side a tiny bit. I clutched my other hand over her shoulder, and we stayed like that, until she could catch her breath.

"Claire...It's gonna be okay." I said to her. After a couple of minutes she muttered, "I can't lose you too. Six, you're all I have left."

Immediately I felt my heart flutter. I was now Claire's father figure. After a life of prison, murder, and guilt, I realized what my true calling was. I felt whole again. I embraced Claire a little tighter, and let go, and looked at down at her.

"Why don't you get some sleep?" She nodded and looked down at the floor.

"Can you just, stay? Like until I fall asleep?"

"Yeah. Sure."

.....

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[s-sunnydays]

things left unsaid in artist’s depiction

i dont know if anyone checks this blog since i havent posted, but i guess i could share the things i never got to share since i discontinued artist’s depiction!

also, warning: there are trigger warnings!

iris was the one who reloaded the SAVE file and had gone insane since the mc had died in the fire. she was the one who also caused the accident, but she didn’t mean to; it was supposed to keep the mc from leaving since the machine was really close to being fixed and such.

faye had died at around six to nine years old because she’d gotten too sick and the mc couldn’t afford to enough money to keep her alive or to buy her any sort of medicine.

victor and sierra did run away because they were chased by debtors and all of that since they always messed with the wrong people in their lives. though, they don’t care about that as much, they didn’t want the others to get involved. i didn’t think much about how they died, but i would say that they ended up dying far away and no one knew since the mc couldn’t contact them – lost all contact with them.

sans never liked iris and iris never liked sans, they both just liked the idea of being in a relationship. and, sans gradually learns that iris liked mc the most – the best. even if she treated them horribly

there weren’t any sort of coherent thoughts about how the ending would go, but i assumed that there would be a polyamorous relationship with the mc and the skelebros aus where they could visit the original timeline any time they wanted since the machine and the tear was fixed.

iris’ feelings were never reciprocated

iris was mc’s childhood friend, and learned everything from them – how their life worked, how they had three siblings (never knew about oliver).

the mother ended up dying without oliver knowing – she died from overdosing on medication.

oliver vaguely remembers faye, but doesn’t know about the rest of the siblings. mc never told him until later, where he finds a picture of the other three – he asks why he looks related to victor and sierra and why faye looks so similar to the mc

the mc’s past is eventually revealed by iris or someone else, but other than that, it was basically mutual agreement to tell

the reason why oliver was taken away in the first timeskip was because the mistreatment that the mc had received ended up putting them past their breaking point. and then they started acting like a terrible brother, so they had to let him go – they had to take him to some other place; somewhere where he would be safe.

i have the next chapter, though it is unfinished.

WORK IS TIRING.

You suppose that since Iris pays you to work for her, you’ve been going to your job a lot less — within schedule, at least. Not many days are assigned to you.

“Hey, [Name],” Iris coos from her spot in front of you, sitting at the counter. “Do you wanna go shopping with me and the boys? I’m sure you’ll need something there. It’d the mall, after all! Who wouldn’t want to, like, you know — go shopping with me? I’ll pay for whatever you want.” She sings like a witch—or a siren, depending on the person—and you make a face inwardly.

At first, you would’ve said no. Just a simple no and everything would’ve been fine.

You suppose that no is also not in your vocabulary most of the time.

”…Let me ask my brother,” you mutter in response, pulling out your phone begrudgingly. You send him a message, waiting for his response.

If he says yes, you can only hope that the others don’t start causing problems with him around. You don’t mind the hate, the stares, the faces — just as long he can’t see them; hear them; you’re okay with it. As long as he can’t witness it, it’s fine. That’s all that mattered to you.

——

“Okay~”

Iris looks excited for some reason, but you don’t question it entirely.

You stare at the group of skeletons with a squint of your eyes, wondering where more came from. You should’ve known that the trip to the mall was basically restocking for the rest of the alternates stuck here — though you’re not sure if any of them really need anything. They seem to be more well off than you.

“Malls’re so big!” Your brother whispers to you, stunned by the size of the shopping mall you’re in. You have to agree. “What kind’a stores do they have in here?”

You have to agree with him.

To say that malls are huge is an understatement, you think they’re bigger than most mansions you’ve seen. Then again, you probably just don’t know what malls are like because your mother always told you that they were too expensive and a scam. You always did like sticking to every word she said to you, but that’s in the past. You could care less nowadays.

”I dunno,” you answer honestly. Your eyes scan your surroundings, squinting them when you realize just how large the building is. “Never gone to ‘em either, bro.”

“You haven’t taken your brother to the mall before?” Iris asks loudly, eyes wide with surprise. She glances between you and your brother curiously, obviously shocked — but you don’t even know how she heard you two whispering. It’s not like the others care enough to try and overhear, so why was she trying to be nosy?

Some of the skeletons turn to you, some glance at you, and the rest ignores you (out of pity, you don’t know).

”No,” your brother answers, confused. “We only go to the small ones ‘cause [Name] doesn’t like big stores.”

Well now.

Iris turns to you, frowning at you — you have to say, you don’t know why she’s looking at you like that because it’s not her business — and tells you, “You haven’t taken sweet little Oliver to a mall, [Name]? Shame on you! Malls are great, they have everything you’d need!”

You don’t know how to tell her off without calling her a spoiled brat.

”He already said why I don’t take him to big stores,” you point out, somewhat embarrassed that she had to call you out in front of everyone. “And, uh, malls are expensive… and, y’know, big — he’d get lost.”

“Are you saying you don’t trust your—“

You give her a look of irritation, and for once, the skeletons with you don’t seem too upset about it. Probably because they understand your situation or probably just—the conversation isn’t necessary.

“Are we done?” You don’t care if you interrupt her or get on Sans’ nerves because of it. “If we’re done, I can take Oliver shopping then. See you later, just call me when y—“

And Iris just loves thinking it’s her turn for everything. “We can hang out like old times! You know, when we were in high school together and stuff. Plus,” she shoots you a wink, “we have a lot to catch up on — we haven’t been, like, talking to each other at all! Come on, Sans, let’s go.” You don’t say anything when you see the flickering of his pinpricks or the not-so-subtle glances to your brother from the girl.

You stare at her, narrowing your eyes.

”It can’t be that bad,” your brother tries to soothe your vexation. “‘S okay! Maybe Red ‘n Edge can come with!”

Iris’ face twitches.

Sans’ smile falters. “since when were you buddies with ‘em, kid?”

Red grins widely, almost as if taunting the poor guy. “what’s wrong with bein’ friends wit’ a guy like me? i can come with, i got nothin’ to do anyways… maybe the, uh, boss can come with if he oh so wishes.”

“CAN IT, S—RED,” Edge catches himself and corrects himself. He ignores the looks given and clears his throat. “I SHALL GIFT THE HUMANS WITH MY PRESENCE, SINCE THEY ARE SO DESPERATE TO HANG OUT WITH ME. AND, I AM CURIOUS TO SEE WHAT SORT OF… STORES ARE IN THIS SPECIFIC MALL!”

Your brother shoots you a smile.

You squint your eyes.

Rus puts a hand on your shoulder and nudges Mutt. “‘ey, maybe we can finally get that thing wallet owed me. dunno what it is, but it’s gotta be somethin’.”

“…whatever you say, rus,” Mutt mutters and shrugs his shoulders compliantly. He looks like he just wants to sleep, and you can’t say you blame him. It’s not like you want to be here either, it was obvious that most of the monsters here didn’t want to be here either. You’re sure there’s some other meaning behind it.

”I don’t owe you anything, Rus.”

”sure thing, wallet.”

”They’re not your wallet!”

#artist’s depiction #undertale

[lyak12]

Could you do a story with Scarlett where we are at like premier or something and an interviewer says something inappropriate or uncomfortable and she gets self conscious and anxious and we calm her down

Premiere Anxiety

Summary: Scarlett’s anxiety sparks up during the premiere of your new movie and you’re there to calm her down.

Warnings: anxiety, body image, hateful comments (kinda but not really), if more lmk

word count: 1,1k

A/N: First of all I’m so sorry it took me so long but I finally got something done and feel like its good enough to post. Second thanks so much for this hgreat request, I hope you like it anon! Also thank you @goldenempyrean for helping me out as I got stuck!

not my gif :)

It was premiere day for the movie you starred in with your wife and actually one of the first premieres after lockdown because of Covid. Being amongst a lot of people for the first time in over a year was nerve wrecking already especially for Scarlett who got anxious pretty quickly in such an environment.

„Baby, are you sure I can wear that?“, Scarlett asked you for what felt like the thousandth time. You look at her, she was wearing a tight fitting dress and it looked amazing on her but you could understand her insecurity. She gave birth to your little daughter barely 5 months ago. However if you wouldn’t know there is no way someone would be able to tell.

The problem and probably the main reason for her insecurity was that the both of you had just announced the birth of your Baby girl. But you never failed to make her feel like she’s the most gorgeous woman on earth „Scar I’m more than sure, no one and I mean no one is gonna look as good as you in that dress. You look amazing!“. She just smiled and you kissed her lovingly before you had to leave.

The drive to the location she spent in your arms and you enjoyed every second of it, glad she was so relaxed and comfortable in your arms. As you reached the venue you couldn’t help but stare at her 90% of the time, your love for her could not be overlooked.

On the red carpet your ways separated for a short while for pictures and short interviews before you came together again for a bigger interview.

„Scarlett, Y/N it’s so nice to see you! How have you been? It’s been so long since we last saw you guys“, the interviewer asked cheery. I smiled at Scarlett and let my hand rest on the small of her back as she answered „We’ve been good. It feels good to get out again though“. She looked at me and I smiled bright before I said „Yeah it’s been a bit“.

„And you guys had a Baby… That’s exciting, a little girl“, she said and I just smiled lovingly at Scarlett. We didn’t announce the name yet but we said we would tell them if someone asked. „Yeah, our little princess Sierra“, I said and Scarlett grinned and I laid my arm around her pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

„Sierra? Thats cute how old is she now?“, the interviewer asked smiling. „She’s almost five months“, said Scarlett smiling brightly and the interviewer asked „Just 5 months and you’re already wearing such a dress, wow“. That’s when you started to get defensive already. Especially as you could feel Scarlett tense slightly.

„Yeah she looks amazing“, you said with a tone that told her to drop the topic but she ignored it completely. „So do you Y/N“, „Thank you“, you answered but the smile you gave her was forced. Scarlett could feel how tense you were so she gently took your hand in hers trying to calm you. Looking at her soft green eyes you understood her request and calmed down a little again.

She changed the topic for a few questions and you almost thought she got the memo but then the interviewer said „I’m sorry, I can’t get over the fact that you must have so much confidence for wearing such a tight dress“. You can feel Scarlett starting to play with you finger and tensing slightly, a sign you know is her anxiety starting to get worse. „That’s enough“, you said strictly but she just continued „It’s great to see you showing that people shouldn’t care about their outward appearance“.

That was it. You stopped giving a damn about the cameras filming you and the people watching. She really overstepped with that comment. „Excuse me… WHAT?“, you snapped, the protectiveness radiating off of you. Scarlett felt uncomfortable, clutching your hand and trying to hide behind you. Wanting nothing more than to get out of the public eye.

„It’s so bold of her, I certainly wouldn’t wear such a dress after giving birth“, she said and you glared at her trying to bite back all the things you wanted to yell at her right now. Scarlett was your priority and she just wanted to leave so you looked her up and down and spat „Well instead of her you’d never be able to pull it off anyway. I will call your management, this is unacceptable. We’re leaving, let’s go Scar!“.

Scarlett has become awfully quiet next to you and one look at her told you she was trying to keep it together. Holding onto her tightly you pull her away from that interview and into a „backstage“ area where you’d have some privacy. Red carpets made her anxious plus the fact that she was insecure about that dress before already and now all that caused her to almost have an anxiety attack.

Taking her face in your hands you said „Baby, look at me please. Breathe“. She looked up and you saw the tears building in her eyes so you took her in your arms and held her close. „Shh it’s okay Scarlett. Listen to my heart and breathe“. You gently stroke over her neck while she slowly calms down.

It took her a few moments but she calmed down and looked up. You caught the tear that fell down her face and dried it before resting your forehead on hers. „You, my love, look amazing. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I am honored to walk this red carpet with you“, you said and she smiled softly before she answered „Thank you Baby“.

Once she was ready you went back out again and walked the rest of the red carpet. You stayed by her side, not leaving her anymore. Only for single fotos you separated slightly but you made sure to always stay close to her and have her in your sight.

As you reached the end you pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, her eyes closing softly before you said „I’m so proud of you Baby. I love you“. „I love you more“, she said while opening her eyes. You just smiled and kissed her softly before going in.

At the end of the night Scarlett stood leaning in your arms ready to leave and said „I gotta say eventhough what happened today, I kinda missed it. But I miss our girls more and can’t wait to be home“. Holding her close, kissing the top of her head you mumble into her hair „Yeah me too“.

#scarlett johansson oneshot #scarlett johansson x reader #scarlett johansson anxiety #scarlett johansson fluff #scarlett comfort #fic request

[latenightgasstationwalk]

There’s an old guy at my job who made my life hell for a while. I was considering quitting my job every day for months. It’s hard to explain but he’s just an incredibly hurtful person and says incredibly rude things and rationalizes it with new provocative philosophies like “sorry, I’m just honest” not to mention the various homophobic slurs I’ve been called pretty much everyday since I started here. Anyway, one day it was just me and him in the shop and we were replacing a windshield in a GMC Sierra and we got into a dumb argument that evolved into a huge fight and I freaked the fuck out and lost my Shit on him and screamed in his face. He pointed at my car and said “get the fuck out of here, get in your car and go” (it’s worth mentioning that this guy is not my boss, although he’s been here for 35 years, we’re at the same position, I wonder why.) When he asked me to leave I said “no dude because if I leave everyone else here is ducked because you don’t do Shit. You’re not my fucking boss stop acting like it, it’s pathetic” the fight went on for a long time and there was never an apology given by either of us. But it felt really good to lose my shit and air out like 6 months of hatred that I had been saving up like a shaken coke bottle

the difference in my daily life since that day can’t be understated. That guy does not talk shit to me or talk sideways to me anymore. In fact now that I think about it I’ve had a pretty serious fight with almost everyone I work with, all of which stemmed from being spoken too in a way that I would just never speak to anyone regardless of circumstance? Like some of the stuff that’s been said to me at this job is actually nuts.

My point I’m trying to make with this post is if there’s someone in your life making it hard, if there’s a genuine bully in your life, as silly as it is to admit there’s adulthood bullies in your life, don’t stand for that Shit. I love people and one of my biggest problems is I’ll let people walk all over me for years because I always see the good in them. Which I don’t think is an inherently bad thing, I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, I believe in people and togetherness. But some people have insane habitual Abuse patterns that they lay on other people that are in positions of less power than they are and you can’t let those people reign over you. This Fucking guy let me think he was my boss for months. I didn’t know he wasn’t until someone else told me.

If someone needs to hurt you to feel whole, hurt them back, because they’ll be back for more.

#Not checking this for spelling errors typed this hastily in my car before work #I typed this with a smile on my face because the days have been so much better since then #they don’t treat me like shit anymore #because I proved them all wrong and I’m good at this job #at this point they rely on me and now they’re making up for all their past transgressions

[hemmohaze]

Hot Showers and Cold Bleach.

Warnings: Strong Language and Smut

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for 2 months now and i’m so proud of this one!! i simply can’t wait for this universe to have its moment. hope you all like it as much as I do!!

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April 11th 2019

Kalani already had a strong regret facetiming her mother and father Anna and Marcus back home in Boston as she packed for her trip to Coachella with her longtime boyfriend, Micheal and his bandmates along with Luke’s and Ashton’s girlfriends, Sierra and KayKay.

Calum’s friend Roy is also tagging along so Calum doesn’t feel lonely.

They’ve been together ever since the infamous Bali trip the boys took in 2016. Even though he was secretly subscribed to her youtube channel in 2015.

She knew some of her good friends who were going and gave her a free ticket. Kailani and Micheal originally just wanting to hook up that whole week and never talking again until they realized their feelings and have been together ever since.

Her old youtube footage has obvious footage of the two shamelessly flirting with one another that they look back upon and laugh.

She held up one blue bikini and one red one and quickly shoved them in her bag until her mother’s voice rang through.

“What the hell are those pieces of fabric??” She demanded.

“‘My bathing suits?” She shrugged walking over to her vanity to pack her makeup in her travel bag.

“Those are not a bathing suits. That’s two rags colored in dye.” She said making her brunette haired daughter chuckle and roll her eyes.

“Mom, no one at Coachella is gonna see my birthday suit.” She responded looking at her mom’s disgusted face on the MacBook screen.

“Well other than Micheal!!” Her dad’s voice interrupted her trying to figure out what shade of foundation to bring. She never knew how tan she’d get in the hot sun and it would be a monstrosity if she posted on YouTube or Instagram and her face was 4 shades darker than her whole body.

“Shut up.” She seethed as she packed a Fenty Bottle and Makeup Forever bottle. ‘Praying these are right’ She said a silent prayer.

Anna waved noticing Michel standing in the doorway holding Southy in his arms with Moose and her cocker spaniel, Sadie trailing behind him. Kalani turned around seeing him, her smile growing as she sees her bleach blonde boyfriend already smiling at her.

“You’re like the cheshire cat. How did I not hear you.” She smiled at her boyfriend who shrugged taking a seat on their shared bed, the dogs jumping on her pillow, taking in her scent that was all thanks to her Valentino perfume she was gifted for their 1 year anniversary last year.

“Hi Mr and Mrs Ford” Micheal waved with Southy’s paw making Kalani smile.

“Micheal honey you can call me Anna. I’ve told you this for almost 2 years now. The whole Mrs thing makes me feel older than I am.”

“If the shoe fits then wear it.” Kalani joked as her mother showed her the bird. “Wait before we go Michael-“ Her parents started.

“Take care of this little firecracker. Don’t let her drink too much Pink Whitney or drink too much for that matter.” Anna said making Kalani stick her tounge out in trauma and disgust. She drank it once her senior year of high school after prom party and definitely got alcohol poisoning. She was throwing up everything she ate in the past three days the next morning. They said their goodbyes and hung up.

“Okay, so I’m gonna wear this Sweetener baby tee with my black mini skirt and these white cowgirl boots from Romwe to see Ariana Grande on Sunday.” She slipped the boots on to make sure she could walk in them and wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. Thinking she’ll just wear two pairs of nike socks just in case her feet start to blister.

“And then when we go see DJ Snake. Should I wear this white off the shoulder with these jeans or this oversized blue shirt and these denim shorts?” She showed both options to Micheal as he looked at Moose to make her decide.

“Moose go help mommy pick her outfit.” He urged to the fluffy dog who walked over to her mom, just wanting cuddles and not caring about the clothes.

“Micheal,” She whined holding the outfits lower. “I need your answer seriously. I love you so much though Moose Moose.” As she petted Moose on the belly. She heard Sadie and Southy whine and she smiled at the spoiled puppies.

“You three are too spoiled. Who’s to blame?”

“Not me. It’s your fault.”

“Sureee.”

“Are we still seeing Bad Bunny on Saturday?” Micheal questioned with a raised eyebrow. Ever since Kalani introduced him to Spanish music, it’s all hes been listening to. He even got Calum on board with it.

“Duh of course we are. Oh and I got the whole house situation figured out. We overbooked according to them even though I know we didn’t. So I called this morning after I finished editing my video. Those dumbasses apologized even though I clearly said it was going to be 9 people and 3 dogs. Can people not listen nowadays.” She stated sitting on his lap tracing one long nail against his anchor tattoo once she finished packing for the day. She decided she’ll finish tomorrow morning before they leave.

She ran her white acrylic nails through his fringe, the bleach was slowly growing out so you could see his natural brown roots. “We need to dye this again Mikey. You can see your roots growing back.”

He groaned loudly in her boobs as she chuckled at his silliness. “Ugh, your tits are comfortable.” He commented, his voice coming out muffled.

She laughed as she looked down at him. “Hm I’ve heard that before by someone who goes by the name of Micheal Clifford.”

“He seems like a man who knows his stuff.” He said thinking about the number of times they’ve been in this position when he’d be on top of her while shes a moaning mess for him.

“But we could do your hair now so you can have a fresh fringe for Coachella.” She intertwined their hands as he rubbed her thumb.

“Shower?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Shower.” He confirmed.

*****

Kalani and Micheal stood underneath the warm shower water as she lathered some sort of deep conditioner with keratin and special oil designed for faux blondes in his hair before she could bleach it again if she wanted to make sure it was completely clean and not streaky.

“The bottle said to wait 5 minutes before you can wash it out.” She repeated the instructions on the purple bottle.

His hands wandered down her hips and close to her ass as she gave him a pointed look. “Thats not what we’re here for Mr. Later maybe.” She pointed her finger at his chest

“You couldd wash my hair since I was such a good girlfriend by washing yours and about to help you bleach it.” She batted her eyelashes at him who playfully rolled his eyes before turning Kalani back facing him and lathering shampoo to wash her curls slowly and carefully.

Small talk was the only thing that you could hear in the bathroom other than the water.

They washed out all the product out of his hair and hers before wrapping herself in a warm towel while Micheal stepped out of the bathroom to grab the hair dye and another towel. He’s been dying his hair ever since he was 16. He would consider himself a pro but he likes when Kalani does it for him.

She grabbed the muscle shirt off of the counter that she stole from Micheal and her panties while she squeezed the water out her hair and threw in some deep hair mask to slick her hair back in a curly bun.

Micheal rolled the chair in front of the mirror and placed the dye in a bowl as Kalani read the instructions.

She placed some gloves on for protection and got to bleaching his hair. “This may burn.” She warned him as he was mindlessly scrolling through Twitter when she was done.

“I’ve dyed my hair probably 20 times in my life. Trust me it’s fine. I’m pretty much immune to the burning sensation now.” He joked.

*****

After an hour of the smell of bleach and Kalani and Micheal’s laugh, they were finally in bed watching some episodes Chicago Fire that they’ve been missing.

She had one leg up and the other across his lap as he stroked the inside of her thigh making her bite her lip as to make it seem like his fingers brushing across her thighs didn’t have a affect on her. As it very well did because of how she felt the dampness pool in her black Calvin Kiln thong.

“If you wanna eat my pussy all you have to do is ask.” She finally spoke up during a boring scene in the show.

“I was waiting on those very words.” He said with a cheeky smile.

With that Micheal maneuvered himself to be in her thighs, facing her panties. He licked his lips in anticipation and spread her legs apart.

Kalani whined softly as he was teasing her clit through the outside of her panties. “Please Mikey.” Her doe eyes silently begged him.

He tugged them down her smooth legs and tossed them somewhere behind him as he was face to face with her swollen clit as his eyes got wider in adoration.

“Shit your pussy is so pretty my love. Always has been.” He kissed the insides of her thighs as she giggled. “Thank you baby.”

With one lick, she was a moaning mess for him. He was making eye contact with her and every time she wouldn’t look at him he would go slower with eating her out. It wasn’t long before she started pulling on his hair as he was sucking on her clit making her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“That feel good baby?,” He asked huskily as she could visibly see her own wetness on his face.

His beard kept scratching her thighs as she sighed in love. “Fuck it feels so good.”

With his middle and ring finger he started to slowly finger her while sucking on her clit, her hips jutting up every time he curled his fingers against her sweet spot.

“Shit I’m gonna come.” She panted. She pushed his head deeper into her trying to get more of his mouth.

“C’mon you can come whenever you want. Whenever you fucking want.” He spoke, the vibrations sending her over the edge.

She screamed his name in pure ecstasy multiple times.

“Let it out baby. I know I knooww. I got ya I got ya.” He spoke softly.

He pulled his fingers out of her and slowly licked her clean, avoiding her clit as he knew it was too sensitive. He gave her clit one last kiss before laying back next to her.

“I love you.” She stretched over her to peck his lips repeatedly. They kissed for what seemed like hours.

“I love you so much more. I can’t wait to fuck the shit out of you at Coachella. To a weekend of music, bonding, and amazing sex.” He said excitedly running his hands over her ass.

“How can a sentence that dirty sound so wonderful coming from you?” She questioned.

“Talent honey.”

“And this weekend to spending time with your band members and me spending girl time! she playfully hit his tattooed arm as they both went into a deep sleep tangled together.

#5sos fanfic #micheal clifford smut #luke hemmings #micheal clifford #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #micheal 5sos #micheal clifford fanfic #micheal clifford imagine

[arrieebooks]

Precious Weapon (2)

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x F!OC x Sierra Six

Summary : Lloyd and Six make a whole new different plan from what she told them last night. Things don't exactly go as planned. Like at all.

Warnings : Mentions of Christianity and church. Mentions of her painkiller addiction but really vague. Innocence kink (sort of). Elle abuses Lloyd a little because he's being a dick. A lot of angst between Lloyd and her, the whole time. Some blood. A lot of cursing.

Word count : 14.8k words.

Author's note : Sorry it took almost a month for me update to part 2, I've been busy with life so. But here you go! By the way, I'll be posting a short drabble that will occur after this chapter. Stay tuned!

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Sundays are her absolute favorite day out of all the other days in the week.

Sundays are when she gets to wake up without an alarm and sigh in relief after realizing the date.

Sundays are when she could make her favorite breakfast of all time and eat it all for herself while blasting her favorite song in the speaker.

Sundays are when she gets to pick a nice dress to go to her local church in her neighborhood.

Sundays are when she could go to church with her best friend and listen to the sermon by the kind pastor that she's known since she was little. 

Sundays are when she gets to meet up with her church friends and get lunch together and talk about everything. 

Sundays are when she could walk her dogs around the neighborhood during the afternoon. 

Every Sunday for her is the same. She repeats the same routine every week and never gets tired of it because she enjoys it.

But, this Sunday, it won't be the same. 

This Sunday, she woke up with a massive headache and her phone buzzing a million times, with her dogs barking loudly outside her room. 

"Fuck," she curses under her breath as she grabs her phone by the nightstand and checks the screen. 

6 missed calls from Amelia

12 messages from Amelia

And then, she checks the time and the date.

It's Sunday, 9.18am.  

Shit. 

Her memories from last night slowly come back to her. About everything. The bar, Lloyd, Six, the CIA and at least she's not regretting any of it. She's glad she met them. 

And now, she's late for church. 

Not that she was planning to go anyway, though. As much as she loves going every Sunday, she can't. Not today. Not after everything she's done. It makes her feel like a hypocrite. She just committed mass murder last week, over a hundred deaths by her so she can't just go to church like everything's normal. 

Because it isn't. 

But at least, she doesn't feel that much guilt anymore since she met Lloyd and Six. She knows they have killed more than her (especially Lloyd) so they didn't make it a really big deal — they didn't look at her like she's a monster and that's just what she needed, better than all the pain killers and the alcohol. 

Finally, she gets out of bed and from afar, she can hear the house's front door open and she already knows who it is. Sometimes, she wishes she can't hear literally everything within miles. She could even hear her neighbors whispering right about now and her dogs scratching their ears — she can hear everything.

Amelia. Her best friend since first grade. 

She knows everything. About her being a science experiment and a witch. But not everything, though. She doesn't know who blew up that building — she just thinks it's a science experiment gone wrong, just like everyone else here. 

Except for the CIA, they got intel that someone walked out of that burning building alive and completely fine but didn't know who, it was all covered in smoke.

The building, being a laboratory full of genius scientists and she was working with them. They were conducting a cure for a rare disease that no one bothers to research in this country because it's just too uncommon and more even so, it's not profitable — at least in this country. But, there were patients and children who were on their deathbed, dying because of that rare disease in the hospital Amelia was working in and other hospitals nearby where she lived.

So, Elle helped them. Mostly helped. They provided everything she needed and she was their brains. She's not just smart, she's really intelligent — her brain is smarter than an average human being because of the experiment. 

They worked on the cure for months. And when it finally was ready to be used, they fucking betrayed her. They were going to sell the cure to the highest bidder in this country and every single person in that building was in on it. They all knew. They didn't give a shit about dying patients, they only cared about money. 

After she found that out, she was mad and pissed and disappointed and sad for those patients who are dying and waiting for that cure. All those strong emotions at once, took control of her powers and killed everyone in that lab she was still in. Everyone died burning in agony except for her. 

She came out of that building alive and unharmed with the cure in her hands. 

And since it was a laboratory that had a bunch of different and dangerous chemicals inside, everybody else just thought it was a science experiment gone wrong. No one questioned it. 

Not even Amelia. She knew how she walked out that building alive, because she's invulnerable. So she never suspected Elle, at all.

Though, she does feel bad for lying to her only best friend. They always tell each other everything. But, it is for her own good anyway. 

Now that the CIA is involved, shit's just got even more complicated. 

"Elle! Where are you!" She can hear Amelia yell from her living room as she gets out of her room.

"I'm here. I'm assuming you're here to drag me to church." Elle walks to her as Amelia's already dressed in a neat dress, ready for church and she's still in her pajamas. 

Amelia frowns, crossing her arms against her chest. "Yes and why aren't you dressed already? I've been calling you a hundred times." she grumbles.

"I'm sorry but I'm not going." Elle flatly says.

She gives her a knowing look. "Elle, come on. It's been a week. It wasn't your fault that you were the only one who's invulnerable to fire. And, plus, not to talk ill of the dead but they were horrible people. All of them. I mean, they were about to sell that cure when they knew that people were dying and needing that cure asap." 

She nods. "I know. Even though they were horrible people, I still feel bad. Uh, for walking out alive…" Elle trails off. 

Amelia sighs. "Still, it's not your fault. Come on, let's go. I'll be with you the entire time just like I always have. I'm never going anywhere. I promise. God will always be with you too. He's not punishing you for walking out alive. But, if you don't go to church…" 

Elle chuckles, shaking her head. "Wow. What a way to quote God on me! That's so not fair." she fake pouts. 

"Then, get dressed and let's go." she says.

"Okay, okay, fine. Jeez. I'm going." Elle raises her hand in surrender as she rushes to her bedroom. 

Only Amelia could drag her to somewhere she doesn't want to be. 

She doesn't just feel sinful for what she did but she feels like a liar and a hypocrite — the two things she hates the most in a person. And here she is, being two of those things herself.

Hypocrite. Liar. 

***

There's nothing better than coffee to cure a hangover. Especially a really heavy one.

And Lloyd needs a lot of it. 

Six doesn't have a hangover because he wasn't even drunk the whole night so he was the one who had to drag Lloyd out of that bar last night. 

He kept insisting to follow her home, make sure she gets home safe and stalk her home. But, of course, Six didn't want that.

There was no need to stalk her or anything because she gave them her number and her address already so it wasn't like she was going anywhere. She made it clear that she wanted to be in on this. She was different from their other missions because she was willing to do whatever they needed to do with her and for the CIA — that's never happened before. 

"So. Here's the plan." Lloyd says while he walks to the table Six is in with two, hot black coffee in his hands.

They're in the Starbucks downstairs of the penthouse that Lloyd just bought this morning. The IT team and the field agents are settling their things down upstairs while the guys have their morning breakfast. 

Plus, this was the only place they could find to have decent coffee in this area. 

Six looks up from his phone with a cup of hot tea in his other hand and a plate of fresh pastry in front of him as he watches Lloyd sit across from him. 

"What's the plan?" Six asks. 

Lloyd gulps his coffee. "Well, first of all, we can't tell Denny that we found our living weapon in a bar. Because we weren't even supposed to be in that bar in the first place. We were supposed to stay put in that shitty apartment he got us last night." 

Six raises his eyebrows in surprise. "You didn't tell me that. You told me that we could go out." he argues. 

"And if we didn't go out at all, we wouldn't have found our precious little weapon. Remember that." Lloyd reminds him, gulping his coffee again. 

He sighs. "You're right. But still, what are we going to tell Denny?" 

"We'll tell him that we did go out last night but to chase a lead. We got information from a local informant that our weapon would be in that bar so we went anyway. And we got her. But, now this is the tricky part because obviously, we can't tell him that we just let her go home last night. We have to tell him that she just disappeared when we were about to approach her. And now…we need to find her." Lloyd explains all while drinking his hot coffee to down all the alcohol in his system.

Six nods. "Well, that's easy. She gave us her address. We just need to—" 

Lloyd cuts him off. "No. We won't do that. We ask our IT team to track her location, instead. Just say that we got her name last night and they'll find her. They can't know the real truth, Six." he softly says. 

He scoffs. "What? That we almost fucked her?" Six retorts.

He rolls his eyes. "No. That we didn't treat her like our usual targets. We actually talked to her, communicated and came to an agreement with her. I've never done that to any of my targets before even if it's a retrieval. Usually, I just drag them however I want and if they refuse, I'd chop their fingers off one by one until they want to come with me." Lloyd tells him, calmly.

Lloyd's brutal methods don't exactly surprise Six because after all, he does the same too, just quieter and cleaner. He's heard stories about him before — him being a sociopath, having a kill count higher than the fucking mossad, and a violent and depraved nature.

But, that does relieve him just a little bit if he'd be working with someone who's just as ruthless as he is. Because Six has never met anyone similar like him even though he knows that he and Lloyd are completely polar opposites — but at least they make a good team. 

Six agrees with him. He would've done the same if this was any other mission retrieval. "Probably because she's a girl," he retorts.

Lloyd scoffs. "Fuck, no. I'd kill and torture anyone I was assigned to. No matter the gender. But, this is different. She's different. Admit it." he says.

He agrees, again. She is. He saw it the moment he saw her last night. "Alright, now what?" Six asks. 

"Now, we find our precious weapon." Lloyd replies, smirking. 

***

The elevator opens as Lloyd and Six walk into their new penthouse, filled with a bunch of IT support and armed field agents swarming the place.

It's two floors separated by the private lift. The first floor has the guest bedrooms and the guest living room. And those are for the agents and the IT team to stay in and for them to set their equipment.

The second floor is reserved for Lloyd and Six only. It has three grand bedrooms, a gym room, a balcony, a grand living room, a dining room with a huge floor to ceiling window of the view to the whole city and a lot of other empty rooms that could be used as anything. 

Six doesn't really care about luxury. But Lloyd does. This was his idea after all.

There are agents guarding their place, just in case something happens though it's not like they need to be protected. They can protect themselves.

Now, they're on the first floor where the IT team has set up their computers and desks all over their living room. 

"You. I need you to find someone by the name 'Elle' around this particular area. Can you do it?" Lloyd orders one of the IT team who's sitting behind a desk and a computer.

The man nods. "Of course. I'll find her right away, sir." he says before typing fast on the computer's keyboard.

Six looks around the place and observes quietly as he stands beside Lloyd. 

He sees the field agents in the living room as well, unpacking all their different kinds of lethal weapons from secured suitcases. He doesn't understand why they need so many extreme weapons in a retrieval mission. Fucking newbies. He doesn't really depend on unarmed weapons because most of the time, he uses weird weapons — pens, chopsticks, hairpins, forks and if there isn't one, he does it with his bare hands or legs. He kills with style and precision. 

"Hey. Do you need something from there?" Lloyd suddenly asks him. 

Six frowns. "Need what?" he asks.

He points his fingers towards the weapons. "That. The weapons. You didn't bring any of it." Lloyd casually says. 

He shakes his head. "I'm good. I don't usually use weapons unless it's a assassination mission." Six respond.

"Yeah, but just in case. You never know." 

Six shakes his head. "Hey, I'm not using any weapons against her." he sternly says.

Lloyd frowns. He would never fucking hurt her. "It's not for her, obviously. It's just for our safety. This country isn't exactly safe, especially this goddamn city. I think I saw at least three robberies this morning in the streets." he comments.

He nods. "Alright, I'll take one…gun." Six 

Lloyd half grins. "Take two instead. Although, now that I think about it, we won't need any other weapons if we have our precious little weapon with us." he whispers.

Six grimaces. "I'm not using her as a weapon like that." he says in a serious tone.

"Why not?" 

"You're sick, Lloyd." 

He rolls his eyes. "Relax, I was only half joking. It's not like she'd refuse us, anyway." Lloyd makes a point and Six knows it too. She's their willing target.

"We got a location under the name 'Elle' around this area. Looks like she's a devoted church member in the local church here and there's an English service going on right now. It's not that far from here." The IT support announces.

Lloyd grins, walking to the computer as he sees a bunch of codes he doesn't understand but he does see one single picture of her in a group picture from the church's website with a few other young girls too. But he's got his eye on her only. In the picture, she's wearing a pink polite dress and she's smiling shyly, her eyes looking away from the camera. 

So fucking cute. 

He thinks he might have an innocent kink now. Just for her. But it's not like she is innocent, she just committed mass murder last week. Which makes him attracted to her more — she has two sides to her. Good and very bad. Almost like him.

Six walks over to the computer as well and quietly nods, looking over to Lloyd. 

"Let's go get our precious weapon." Lloyd declares, trying to hide a smirk from his lips.

*** 

Elle finally got through the whole hour of the church service, painfully. 

She used to love going to this church but now it's all ruined for her. 

She had to go to the bathroom a few times and swallow some pain killers just to get through all of it.

Fuck, the pain killers again. 

She thought she didn't need them anymore. Not after last night. But, she was wrong. 

The confession session triggered her first. Everybody else in that room quietly apologized for normal things like lying to their boss or parents, saying a curse word, watching one porn video, doing sexual acts or any other mundane things — and she fucking hoped that she did one of those things instead but she didn't. She did something much much worse. 

When will the guilt ever stop? 

All those sins that people often commit are something they'd most likely do again since it became an unhealthy habit because it's addicting. Now, she thinks it would turn into something like that. She's scared that she'll like killing people eventually. 

"Elle? Do you have a bladder problem?" Amelia asks, out of nowhere while they're walking out of the service together.

She frowns. "No. Why would I have a bladder problem when I am literally invulnerable to all kinds of diseases?" Elle responds, casually as people walk past them around the church. 

Amelia chuckles. "Yeah, I know that. Then why were you going in and out of the bathroom earlier?" she asks. 

Elle sighs. She doesn't want to tell her truth. She can't. "Oh, I just needed to take a few calls earlier." She lies. 

"Oh. Okay. So, where should I go for lunch today?" Amelia asks. 

"Well, where are the girls?" she asks back.

Amelia smiles, glancing in front of them as she waves her hand. "There they are!" she exclaims before rushing over to their church friends. 

Elle walks over to them absentmindedly before bumping into someone but somehow, it feels like the same tall, hard, body from last night. 

Lloyd. Is it him? 

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That was my fault. I wasn't watching where—" She stops herself talking as she looks up to see who it is. 

Lloyd. And Six. 

They're standing close to each other as they look down at their precious little weapon in a simple, polite, white dress that's longer than the dress she wore last night with a white, soft cardigan.

They look different from last night, too. Lloyd's still wearing a pattern, fancy, polo shirt but it's less casual, more formal and professional. Six is wearing a gray, casual suit just what was chosen for him with a simple black shirt underneath. 

They sure still look hot even in broad daylight.

Elle widens her eyes in surprise. "What the actual—" she stops herself before saying a bad word. 

"Language, sweetheart. We're in church." Lloyd teases with a smug smile on his lips. 

Fucker. 

She frowns. "What are you doing here? Both of you. I gave you my address, you should've just waited until the afternoon or something—" 

Lloyd cuts her off. "Unfortunately, things just can't work the way we want it to be. We answer to the chief of the CIA—" 

Elle hushes him. "Shut up. Don't talk about the CIA here." she whispers, getting close to his face as he looks down at her, wondering how she got him to shut up but she did.

Because no one tells Lloyd to shut up. Usually.

Six nods at her. "You're right." he mutters.

She glances at him. "Oh, so now you're talking to me? Six, I don't get you. You said that you'll do what I want but then here you are, showing up in my church when I told you last night, both of you, that we'd meet in my house. I told you that I'd comply. Whatever you want me to do. So why did you have to go and invade my privacy by tracking my damn location?" Elle snaps.

He walks to her side as she turns to him and he's giving her an apologetic look that he's never given anyone before. He knows he screwed up but it's not like he had a choice — he's always done his job with no questions asked or any complaints. 

"I'm sorry, Elle. We had to." Six says. 

She huffs. "At least give me a reasonable explanation on why you went against my wishes." 

"We can't tell our boss that we met you in that bar last night, Sunshine. We weren't supposed to be there in the first place. So, we asked our IT team and they tracked you here." Lloyd responds.

Elle looks at him with an annoyed look and he's grinning at her. She kinda looks hot when she's angry. "Oh, of course you don't even follow your company's rules." she retorts. 

Lloyd rolls his eyes. "Rules don't mean dick to me. But I still do my job." he says.

She hushes him. "We're in church, Lloyd. Mind your language." she reminds him in a smug tone.

He grabs her arm tightly. "Just shut up and come with us. Now." Lloyd orders, sternly.

She frowns, shrugging his hand off in one try and he's surprised how she got out of his tight grip so easily. She has enhanced strength but he doesn't know that yet. She didn't exactly give a lot of details about her last night. 

Six carefully places his hand on her arm that Lloyd just grabbed roughly. "Lloyd, you touch her like that again and…" he trails off.

"And what? Why do you keep protecting her like she's made of glass, huh? I know she was fun last night but that's over now. Remember Six, she's just a mission. In a few hours , we won't even see her again." Lloyd talks to Six, ignoring her.

Just a mission. A job. A duty. A task. Not a human being. 

Elle gets close to his face. "You talk about me like I'm an object again and I swear I'll blow your head off with my mind, without even blinking my eye, Hansen." she threatens, calmly.

Just like him. He threatens people a lot.

Lloyd snaps his head to her. "How did you know my last name?" He asks in a serious tone, completely ignoring her cute tiny threat that's making his cock twitch a little in his pants. 

"Because I can read minds, asshole." she whispers to his face and he glared down at her. 

"Hey, guys, let's talk about this somewhere else quietly before you guys kill each other." Six suggested, calmly.

Elle turns to him. "I agree. We need to talk more about the C…I…A… too." She talks extremely slowly. 

Lloyd laughs mockingly. "Wow, seriously? Just say it, we're not going to have to kill anyone if you just say the word. I doubt anyone here even speaks English." he taunts.

She blinked confusedly and now she's offended. "Of course they speak English, you think this is some kind of small village or something just because we're in a third world country, huh? We're in a modern city, you—" 

Lloyd can sense that she's about to insult him as he clenches his jaw and his gaze darkens towards her. No one has ever dared to talk to him like this. But he's letting her, somehow.

Six cuts her off. "Okay. Guys, stop. Elle, a quiet place?" He softly asked her.

Elle turns to him and nods. "Follow me." she says before walking ahead and they follow her from behind. 

She leads them through the crowd of church members who've just finished their service. As they're walking, they earn a few curious and nosy stares from a few people — it's very rare to see two white guys in this small church. The last white guy here was probably her dad but that was years ago. And in this city, white guys are like fucking celebrities. 

They're also wondering how sweet, innocent, devoted church member Elle has two handsome white guys walking behind her like they're her personal pets. 

Six leans into her from behind while still walking. "Why is everyone staring?" he asks her. 

Elle sighs as she guides them to a small, secluded hallway before opening a door and muttering a small spell under her breath as the lights switch on immediately. 

She enters the room first. And the guys follow her inside as Six closes the door. 

It's a really small room. With a white board in front and a few chairs and tables. Like a classroom but less depressing. 

"This used to be where my Sunday School class was. But it's just an old storage room now." Elle mumbles quietly but both of them still heard it. 

Six walks to her and looks at her but really looks at her like he wants to kiss the shit out of her, regardless of everything else and where they are.

"You're looking at me like you want to fuck me, Six." She remarks as his cheeks slightly turn red, trying to hide a smile coming off his lips. 

Lloyd chuckles. "Who fucking doesn't? Anyway, let's get back to business, shall we, Sunshine?" 

Elle turns to him and rolls her eyes. "Fine. We have a few minutes before my best friend starts looking for me. So, talk." 

He nods. "So, the chief of the CIA, Denny Carmichael was the one who assigned the both of us to find you. The only information that we got was someone seeing you walking out the building alive and well and they saw your abilities. But you weren't identified yet. We didn't know anything about you, at all. Until last night, of course. Now, we have to come up with a little lie for all of this to work. We'll say that we went out yesterday to that bar, chasing a small lead from a local informant and then found you but then you disappeared." Lloyd explains. 

She cocks her head to the side. "That could make sense but then how would you know that I'm the weapon? No one knows my real identity." 

Six looks at her. "Why is that?" he asks. 

She sighs. "After the experiment that my parents agreed on, they kept my whole life as discreet as possible. They moved us to this small neighborhood, years ago where everyone knows everyone. I went to a local school only a few minutes away from the house they bought that I still have until now. Hiding in plain sight. And, my real identity was never known to anyone else except them. Not even me. I'm pretty sure they burned my birth certificate too. They gave me a short name that I could hold on to but it's not my real name. They wanted to protect me if one day something like this happened." she explained.

Both of the guys nod. 

Six could relate a little bit to her. He knows his identity but he was forced to completely erase it and become a faceless person, almost like her. 

Lloyd takes a step closer to her. "That must be horrible. Not knowing your own identity." He mutters. His tone was softer than usual. 

He feels a tiny bit bad for her. He didn't even know that he could feel sympathy for other people, until now. He could see the look on her face, she's trying to act all casual like it doesn't bother her at all but he could still see a small glimpse of sadness and disappointment in her eyes. She has been through a lot and he could visibly see that.

Six knows it, too. Just by the tone of her voice. It's the same tone he always uses every time someone tries to ask him about his feelings — he immediately avoids it.

Her lips form a thin line. "It's fine. I'm all used to it by now. My parents treated me more like an experiment than a daughter."  

She clears her throat. "Anyway, let's talk more about the important matter at hand. So, just tell him that you did talk to me, investigated me with some of those CIA training or some shit and then you found out that I am the weapon. But then I disappeared at that bar and you only got a name from me." Elle makes a plan. 

Lloyd nods, really focused on her. "Alright, that makes sense. And then, we told our IT team and tracked you here. That pretty much covers it all." he adds.

Six nods too. "Okay, that's great. Now, do we bring her to the penthouse or?" he asks him.

He nods. "Yeah. Denny would need to see her so we'll just do a quick facetime and he's probably going to ask her a few questions." Lloyd replies, taking out his phone to text Denny. 

Elle nods too, sighing as she looks at Six and then to Lloyd. "And then, what?" she asks. 

Lloyd switches his eyes back to her. "And then, we get on a plane to Langley. It's the CIA headquarters in the states. They'll figure out what to do with you later." he responded, flatly.

She swallows thickly as her fingers fiddle with each other, anxiously and she massages her temple. "Wait. I don't—I don't want to leave this country. I'm not..." 

Lloyd frowns, stepping closer. "Then, I don't know what the fuck do you what me to do with that. We're just delivering you, that's it. The rest of it is none of our fucking problem." he retorts.

Elle scoffs. "You don't get it. This city still needs my help. And I can help now because I know what my powers are capable of, after last week." she tells him.

He shakes his head. "No. From what I've seen, this city is unsalvageable. You can't save it, Elle. Just fucking accept it and move on." Lloyd harshly says. 

Six slowly reaches his hand to her, gently holding her arm as she turns to him. "Hey, don't listen to him. You could still talk to Denny and who knows, maybe he'll let you stay here and do what you still need to do." 

Lloyd scoffs at him. "Either you're still pussy drunk from her last night or you're just too fucking dumb, Six. He's not going to let her stay. He assigned us to bring our fucking weapon to him, not let her stay." he argues.

She rolls his eyes at him. "I'll still do the CIA work, just in this city. There are a lot of cases here that the CIA refuses to even open their eyes to. But I can help, I can finish all of it. Please, at least let me talk to him without you cutting me off every second. I just need that from you, Lloyd. Nothing else." Elle bargains.

He heavily sighs, his eyes focused on hers and her eyes are practically pleading at him and he's never been so turned on by a woman begging to him. Usually, they beg for his dick but this time, it's a completely different situation and he loves it. He does not see her as an object — he's just trying to refuse the temptation to have her again. That's why he was talking about her like that earlier.

He has to avoid the temptation because women in his life are always a one time thing and after this, he's never going to see her again. So if he had her again, he's scared he'd never let go. 

But, truthfully, if the situation was different, he would've loved having her over and over again, mark every inch of her body, fuck her for hours and days until she's tired even with her enhanced stamina and strength. She really is that tempting for him. 

But right now, she's untouchable.

Lloyd exhales. "Fine. I'll let you talk. Go ahead. Won't stop you. But that's it, I can't help you convince him. He's stubborn." 

Elle smiles a little as she nods. "Okay, thank you. That's enough for me. Oh, by the way, I need to tell my best friend that I won't be joining lunch with our church friends." she says, heading to the door.

Six and Lloyd follow her from behind again.

"What are you going to tell her?" Six asks.

"I'll just tell her that I'm going to show the two new white guys around the city." She replies, smoothly winking at the both of them as she opens the door.

Six chuckles. Lloyd scoffs.

*** 

"Are you kidding me?" Amelia exclaims. 

Elle nods. "I know, I'm sorry. They just seem too lost and they can't even speak a tiny bit of Indonesian. They just arrived here yesterday. It's all just a culture shock for them. And you know me, I can't resist helping." She makes up an excuse. 

The guys are standing far from her, closer towards the exit as they wait for their precious weapon, and talk to her friend so they can finally leave this church. Lloyd is making a call to their driver to pull up the car over here. Six is watching her. 

He's really watching her — more like observing. Her every move, her facial expression, her lips moving and her small, innocent glance towards him. 

Amelia sighs. "Okay, fine. Just, text me okay. If anything happens. Be careful." she warns her.

Elle breaks into a laugh. "Relax, I'll be fine. If they try anything with me, they should be the ones worried. So, don't worry, okay?"

She nods, holding Elle's hands. "I will always worry. But, at least, tell me their names?" Amelia asks.

Elle looks at them as she does too. "Okay, so the fancy looking one is Lloyd. And the other handsome one beside him is…Jack. Yeah, he's Jack." She makes up a fake name for Six. 

Amelia is extremely smart and they've been best friends since the first grade so Elle has always had a hard time lying to her but this isn't a lie, just a really small white to avoid telling her about the whole CIA thing. It's to protect her, anyway.

She hums confusedly. "He doesn't really look like a Jack. Maybe it's not his real name." Amelia assumes. Well, she's right.

Elle chuckles. "So what? Elle's not even my real name either." she retorts.

Amelia frowns. "Hey, don't say that. I know it's not, but you are Elle. No matter what your real name is. You have been Elle your whole life." she reminds her.

She chuckles and nods. "I know. Okay, so I'll see you later?" Elle starts walking away from her. 

"Yes. You better." Amelia replies as she watches her walk to the guys. 

Elle smiles at Six as soon as she reaches them. "Hey, I am extremely starving and I know you guys are too. So, should we go for lunch together first?" she suggests.

Lloyd glances at her. "Sure. There's a decent Japanese restaurant next to the penthouse. Also, Denny's going to call us later, at 2pm. So, we still have at least three more hours." He announces. 

Six nods. "Three more hours until we won't see you again." he reminds them.

No. Shit. 

She frowns, placing her hand on his. "We don't know that, okay? For now, let's just focus on the present." 

Lloyd agrees as he nods. "Yeap. Speaking of, our ride's almost here. You said goodbye to your friend, already?" he asks.

"Yeah. She believes it. Also, she asked your names and I had to give Six a fake name. Sorry." Elle admits with a smile. 

Six chuckles. "What's my fake name?" 

"...Jack." she replies. 

"Great. Because I really look like a Jack." 

She giggles. "No, you don't, actually. That was just the easiest name I could've come up with! My brain was totally blank despite my enhanced IQ, okay!" Elle exclaims. 

Six laughs with her. "Okay, okay. I guess we'll roll with Jack, then. Better than a number for a name, right?" he jokes back as she nods, a smile still lingering on her lips for him. 

Lloyd glances at them and they look oddly happy. He would've never thought that Six could even be happy or even laugh for that matter. And about her, he's concluded that she seems happy almost all of the time despite everything she's been through. She's a spark, a bundle of happiness in the middle of chaos and destruction — just what they both need since their world always revolves around murder and murder. 

She's the light in their darkness. 

"Oh my gosh, Elle! Who are these guys with you?" One of her church friends, Sofia, asks from behind with an annoying high pitched voice that makes Lloyd roll his eyes and busies himself on his phone again. 

He can't wait to get out of here. 

Elle turns around, scooting to stand beside Six. "I'm showing them around the city. Mereka baik, kok." she says the last sentence in Indonesian, fluently and he turns his head to her, looking at her with curiosity. 

Translation : (They're nice, though.) 

Sofia chuckles. "Ganteng juga, ketemu dimana?" She asks in Indonesian. 

Translation : (They're handsome too, where did you meet them?)

"Here. At church. They're new church members." Elle replies in English. 

"Oh, well why don't we show them the city together? Hi, I'm Sofia. I'm an old church member here, been here since I was little just like Elle over here." She introduces herself. 

Six smiles politely at her. "Nice to meet you, but we already made some plans for the three of us. Elle offered to show us around so we're taking her to a nice restaurant in return, right, Lloyd?" He makes up a quick lie, nudging Lloyd's arm. 

Lloyd frowns confusedly before looking up from his phone and glances at the girl in front of them but he's uninterested. "Uh, yes. We've made reservations already." He plays along.

As kind and forgivingElle is, she never forgets a face who's ever hurt her or bullied her. Sofia was one of them, too. She used to spread weird rumors and made fun of Elle all the time, back in high school and in church. Never even apologized and just pretended like they've always been friends. And always acted like a saint in church. 

And now, she can feel the jealousy radiate from her and could read her mind, too. Elle's never felt more satisfied in her life. (Last night too, but this was a different satisfaction.)

Before Sofia's about to open her mouth and say something, Lloyd begins to walk away while he looks outside. "Our ride's here. Let's go." he announces. 

Elle holds Six's arm as they start to walk behind Lloyd. "Sorry, Sofia. Gotta go." she says, waving her hand elegantly. 

Revenge feels good. So fucking good. 

As they're walking to the black car parked in front of the church, Six looks at her and her hand on his arm as he chuckles. "Frenemy?" he asks. 

"High school bully, actually." Elle corrects him. 

Lloyd opens the door for all of them as he slides in the car first and then she does too with Six behind her. So now she's sitting between them, again. 

She giggles softly. "This position seems oddly familiar." Elle remarks. 

It really is. 

*** 

Lunch went by pretty quickly. 

Elle only ordered a few sushis — because technically, she could last without food for days. Her body could literally withstand anything. But earlier, she didn't really have much of an appetite. 

She kept thinking about what to say to convince the chief. She needed this to work. She can't leave this country. She doesn't want to. 

Lloyd ordered almost half of the menu and Six ate whatever it was there. He's not that complicated with food — there were times in missions where he had to starve for a few days so his body's already fine with it.

Now, they're inside the elevator of the building's penthouse, watching as the numbers go up and up. It's only them here.

Lloyd and Six are behind her as her eyes are focused upfront, her fingers fiddling with each other anxiously — a habit of hers since she was little every time she was nervous or anxious.

"You do that a lot." Six points out. 

He does tend to observe a lot of people, everywhere he goes. But with her, he was really focused on it. Memorized every small move she ever made. 

Elle chuckles. "Yeah. Bad habit. I didn't think you'd notice. No one usually does." 

Six frowns. Lloyd looks at her. 

"He does that a lot. He literally analyzes people every single fucking time." Lloyd remarks.

Six scoffs, gently. "Comes with the job." 

"Which could come in handy, sometimes. Wonder if he'd team us up again, Six. Hope he'd place us somewhere cold. This country is too fucking hot." He grumbles.

Lloyd always grumbles. All the time. 

At least Six is used to it by now. 

"Didn't think you'd want to work with me." 

"Eh, you've proven yourself useful. Plus, you gotta agree this mission made us both realize that we make a good team." Lloyd admits, which makes Six lift his eyebrows in surprise. 

He chuckles. "Never thought you would ever say that. Lloyd Hansen never admits anything to anyone." Six quietly says. 

Elle's not surprised. To her, Lloyd seemed like a guy who's got everything sorted out, he knows what he's doing every time, he's always annoyed at all times in every small detail that's wrong and he doesn't ever stop complaining about things that aren't done right. And mostly, he doesn't talk to people a lot probably because he's always worked alone. 

But this mission did change him, a little.

The elevator dings as it opens immediately and Elle walks out of it with the guys following her from behind. 

They're on the first floor of the penthouse as they walk in the foyer filled with those armed field agents, guarding the place. 

"We found our weapon. Set a—" Lloyd announces but quickly gets cut off as all of the field agents immediately point their guns towards her. 

She doesn't even flinch or raise her hands as she just stands calmly there before Lloyd and Six move instinctively to stand in front of her while she counts everyone in her mind. There are seven agents, all tensed with their guns pointed in the direction of her head.

She doesn't really need them to protect her. She could easily throw the guns away with her mind. But again, she has self control that's why they're here now, alive and well. If she didn't have any self control then she would've decapitated their heads off last night when she found out the truth.

Plus, guns can't even hurt her. Nothing really can. 

"Put your fucking guns down, damnit! She's with us. She's agreed to cooperate. We've already set a meeting with the chief." Lloyd yells at them. 

They've finally put their guns down at Lloyd's order but one of them still continues to point the gun at her, stepping closer as Six immediately slaps the gun out of the man's hand, effortlessly and the gun lands onto the floor somewhere.

Damn. 

Lloyd frowns at the agents. "What the fuck did I just tell you? Were your fucking ears not working well? I told all of you to protect the weapon not point a fucking gun at her, you fucking idiots." he scolds them.

Elle gently places her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. "Relax, Lloyd. Even if they had pulled the trigger, the guns wouldn't have hurt me. Nothing can." she says out loud, intentionally.

She can hear the slight shudder on the other agents at her words. She is invulnerable to quite literally anything. The bullets will still penetrate her skin but she just needs to take it out and then it'll heal itself. Her parents made sure of all that when they were "experimenting" on her throughout her whole childhood. 

More like abuse. 

She clears her throat, looking at the other agents. "Hey, let's all just take a chill pill and sit down. I am the weapon but not dangerous. I mean, I am dangerous but I'm not intending to hurt anyone here, in this place." Elle says with a small smile.

Six glances at her. "Let's just go upstairs to wait until the meeting," he suggests.

She looks at him and nods. "Good idea, Six. Lloyd, let's go." she says, turning around as she walks back to the elevator with the boys following her from behind again.

*** 

"I'm so fucking bored." Elle states as she's sitting on one of the large, white cozy couches with her head laying back, staring at the ceiling.

They've been waiting for what they felt like decades, just doing literally nothing. Six is taking a short nap in his bedroom. Lloyd and Elle have just been sitting across from each other, quietly. 

The living room is bigger than the one downstairs but it's so lonely. The furniture and decorations are complete but it still feels incomplete, somehow.

The whole penthouse is bigger. It's fancy and has a lot of wide spaces. But it just seems like something's missing here. 

Lloyd scoffs. "And you don't think I am? We've been waiting for one fucking hour now and we still need to wait another hour because it's not even morning yet in Berlin. Time difference fucking sucks. We should've just got on a plane right about now and take you there immediately." 

She rolls her eyes without even looking at him. "I'm not going anywhere, asshole. This would've been less boring if there were drinks in that empty fucking fridge of yours." she retorts.

He scowls. "I didn't fill the fridge because we aren't even going to be here tomorrow morning." Lloyd tells her.

Elle blinked confusedly. "Then why did you have to buy an extremely expensive penthouse if you're just going to use it for one night?" she asked.

Lloyd huffs. "Because I want to. That's it. No more fucking questions, okay?" 

She lifts her head and straightens up as she glances at him. "Hm. Then why don't we buy some drinks and come back here? There's a grocery store downstairs."

He finally meets her glance and chuckles. "Okay, question. If you can't even get drunk then why do you need alcohol? You won't feel anything, right? It's just like drinking sparkling water." 

Elle nods. "Yes, well, I like the little buzz it gives me. Even though it's very small, I'll take what I can still get, you know." 

Lloyd chuckles. "I'm sure it's not that small, sweetheart." he teases.

She chuckles, rolling her eyes as she looks down at his crotch. "I wish I had x-ray vision or something then I would have proved it myself." she teases back.

"Then maybe you should've taken me up on that offer last night." Lloyd retorts.

"Lloyd, you said it yourself. I was just temporary fun for you last night. You won't even see me in a few hours, right?" She reminds him.

"True. But, what do two bored people do when they're so fucking bored?" He's teasing her again but only because he's bored and has literally nothing else to do.

Elle rolls her eyes again. "They drink. Now, get those fucking drinks before I blow your head off." she casually threatened him. 

Lloyd smirks a little. "Fine. I need a lot of drinks too. Stay here. I'll be back in a minute. Wake up Six or something if you're too bored while I'm gone." he says while getting up from the couch. 

She nods, looking up at his tall figure. "Could you get me some candies, too? Sweet stuff helps with the overwhelming effects on my body. Thanks." Elle says casually.

He doesn't answer her as he just walks past her to go to the foyer and to the elevator, as she could hear him press the button from afar and the elevator opening while he gets inside of it. 

As soon as she heard the elevator close behind him, she immediately got up from the couch and took off her cardigan, placing it on the couch.

She took off her shoes and socks too and then she focused on the sounds in this place. She could hear Six. His soft snoring sounds and his calm breathing. She smiled softly at that. She didn't want to wake him up like Lloyd said, she just wanted to see him. 

If she was being honest, she liked Six more. Sure, they both turned her on last night but that was yesterday. Now, it is a new day and she realized that he's better than Lloyd. He's not an asshole for starters, he's respectful to her and also, she feels like he deserves the world. 

She knows that he's given his entire life for this job of his. He tortures and kills non stop, without ever getting a break. She also knew that last night was his break from everything else. She could tell that he enjoyed last night. 

Elle slowly makes her way to the hallway that's beside the open space kitchen. She saw Six went here so she's assuming this is all the bedrooms here. 

The hallways are narrowed. There's two white doors on the side and another white door at the corner of the hallway but it looks bigger than the other doors. It's the master bedroom, probably Lloyd's room.

She turns to the left side and she can hear Six's steady heartbeat from here as she slowly and quietly opens the door, letting herself in.

Six startles from his sleep, waking up immediately as soon as he heard his door open. He was trained to wake up at every slight sound hence why he's a light sleeper.

Elle widens her eyes. "Woah, relax. It's just me. I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm sorry. I was really trying to be quiet." she says, closing the door behind her.

He sighs, sitting up from his bed. "Is the meeting starting?" Six asks as she makes her way to him.

She sits beside him on the bed and shakes her head. "No. We still have another hour. Lloyd's getting some drinks downstairs." Elle tells him.

Six nods. "What are you doing here?" he asks, the corner of lips twitching.

Her lips slowly tug into a smile. "I wanted to watch you. You sound like you sleep so peacefully, like a baby. But I'm sorry I woke you up. Didn't know you were a light sleeper."

He chuckles. "It's fine. So, you wanted to just watch me sleep? And then…what?" Six teases her.

Her smile lingers as she chews on her bottom lip. "It sounds creepy, I know. But I have super hearing. It allows me to hear every single thing from miles away and it gets overwhelming sometimes. But then, I heard you. So peaceful while sleeping." 

"It's not creepy. I don't mind you watching me do anything." He mumbles, quietly.

Elle hums teasingly, "Really? Anything? Like what?" 

Six smiles at her. "I don't know, you tell me. You're the one that came into my room." 

She chuckles. "We still have time. He'll be back in a while. The store downstairs has a really long line. A lot of families are shopping there. This is a family apartment after all." she tells him.

He chuckles back. "Oh, he's going to get really pissed by that." 

She nods, leaning closer to him. "He is. But that leaves us a few minutes." 

Six gently cupped her face. "Elle, I don't think we should—" 

Elle cuts him off. "You're not going to be here in a few hours. Think of this like a farewell. We won't see each other again after this because you'll be somewhere else out there and I'll still be here. And honestly, Six, last night was…eventful but I really enjoyed last night. I got out of my comfort zone for the very first time. I've never done anything risky like last night." 

He nodded, his lips curving into another smile as she observed his face. His beautiful face, his blonde hair glowing a little from the sun spilling out the window, and his blue eyes that are staring into her eyes.  

I don't deserve her. She's too perfect.

She sighed. "Let yourself enjoy things, Six. I can sense it, I don't even have to read your mind to know what you're thinking right now. You think you don't deserve nice things. But that's not true. You do." Her fingers caressed his cheek.

He leaned into her touch. "No one's ever pointed that out before." he paused. "Are you sure you want me?" Six asked and she quickly nodded.

He lifts his eyebrows. "Even after what I did earlier? Showing up at your church?" 

She chuckles, slapping his arm very lightly but it hurted him anyway. "I forgive you. It's all about forgiveness, right?" she pauses as she sighs. "I'll miss you, you know. A lot. I won't ever meet anyone like you, ever again. Because I'll be stuck here." Elle admits.

Six nods, his lips twitching as his hands leave her cheeks, moving onto her waist and pulling her into him as she falls on top of his body — his very hard body. 

He's only wearing a white shirt and thin gray sweatpants. It was the only chill clothes he had packed. She could feel everything of his through the thin fabric. 

Elle giggles softly, biting her bottom lip as she straddles his waist and rests her hands on his shoulder. "I like this position." she states. 

Six chuckles. "I'll um, miss you too, Elle. I wish I didn't have to…you know. It's just that I've never stayed in one place for a while to let myself enjoy things. That's why." he admits bluntly.

She nods, her thumb caressing his cheek. "I know. And I also know that confessing things to people isn't what you usually do, right?" 

He holds her face between his hands. "Exactly. You make me do shit that I'm not supposed to do, Elle. It's a good thing. I've always wanted to get out of my zone." 

Elle chuckles. "Yeah, you mean comfort zone?" 

His face turns into a confused frown. "I don't have comfort in my life. You know that."

"Well then maybe you should." she says.

"Nope." he quickly replies.

She smiles at him, her hand brushing away a strand of his hair from his forehead and she gently plants a kiss there. "This is comfort, Six. And you deserve it." 

Deserve isn't exactly a word in his vocabulary. It never was. 

A smile touched his lips as his hands stroked her hair with both of his hands. He looked at her with a soft look and cupped her cheeks. He seems to like touching her face. "I don't want to fuck you, Elle. You don't deserve a fucking quickie." Six says.

She giggles, leaning her forehead against his. "Hm. Then, no fucking. Just this. I'm fine with that. Perfectly fine," Elle grins before leaning into him and pressing a gentle kiss on his lips as he returns it back.

She can't linger. And neither can he. They both know that if they did, it would most likely turn into a quickie or more. 

Her lips are so fucking tempting.

Six leans his head on the headboard and takes his time to look at her. "You heard that, didn't you? My mind…" he asks.

Elle nods. "Yeap. I always do." She says, "Hey, let's watch some television. Lloyd was extremely boring earlier. Didn't even want to turn on the goddamn tv." 

He chuckles. "I think because he prefers to wait in silence." 

She snorts. "Holy fuck. Of course he does. Hm, anyway…" she trails off while flipping herself over to the other side of the bed, landing her head right on his shoulder. 

Reaching out the remote from the nightstand without even looking, she presses the on button and the television plays some kind of Hollywood movie from an international channel.

Six sneaks his hand under her shoulder and rests it there as he looks at her, who's focused on the stupid movie. 

"Watch the movie, Six. It's going to get awkward if you don't." She remarks casually without looking at him. 

He chuckles, shaking his head before turning his head to the boring ass television that she seems so interested in.

It is boring, it's agreeable to both of them. But at least it's comfortable. 

***

The liquor bottles clink from inside the plastic bag as it hits the elevator floor softly.

Lloyd lets out a long, tired sigh. 

He's so fucking pissed. 

He had to wait half an hour just waiting in line at the cashier. 

He just wanted to pull his gun out of his pocket and just shoot everyone there. Even though there were families and children there. 

But, he didn't. He had self control to say the least. Working for the CIA does that to him — he has to follow some rules or else there'd be consequences that he sure as hell won't want to deal with. 

As the lift dings and opens itself, he quickly grabs the plastic bags and storms out of there.

"Elle! Where are you?" Lloyd yells as he walks into the living room, seeing no sign of her. Just her cardigan and her purse on the couch. 

She walks from the hallway calmly. "Yeah? Did you get the drinks? And my candy?" 

He frowns. "Well, yes but—the line was fucking horrible. Guess you just forgot to mention it, didn't you?" he accuses her.

Elle steps toward him as her eyebrows pull together. "I don't know what you're talking about, Lloyd. How should I know that the line was long? I wasn't there, was I?"

He drops the bags down on the floor.

Lloyd clenches his jaw, not appreciating her challenging tone. "No, but you are clever. That I know. And that you're really fucking powerful. Who knows what other secret powers you fucking have under your sleeve, huh?" He grabs her face, gripping it tightly between his one hand.

She frowns. "Fuck off. It's better waiting downstairs than in here with me, anyway. You were really fucking bored with me, right? Didn't even want to look at me the whole time." Elle remarks.

He rolls his eyes. "The only fucking reason that I did not want to look at you is because I'll be tempted to fuck you. And you don't want that, right? Seeing as you just came back from church, playing the sweet devoted church member, pretending that you're all innocent and that you didn't just commit mass murder last week." Lloyd taunts her.

Rage burns through her skin. Her face turns red. Her hands fly up to his muscular arms as her strong fingernails dig into his skin, really fucking deep until she could feel the insides of his skin and he groans out of pain while blood drips from his skin.

Lloyd lets her face go immediately. "You fucking cunt!" he yells as her fingers leave his arm and she smirks at him.

Six runs out of his room as soon as he hears Lloyd's loud groan.

"What's happening?" He asks, stepping in the living room.

Elle turned toward him and smiled lightly. "Everything's fine. The drinks are here!" 

Lloyd frowns. "No, it's not. She just stabbed my fucking arm with her strong little fingers." he tells him.

It doesn't hurt for him but he hates that he let her do it. He could've hurt her back but he didn't. He hates it so much. He hates her. Everything about her. She is so insufferable. 

Six breaks into a chuckle. "I'm sure she had a reason. And it looks fine. It'll heal in a few days." he says, looking over to Lloyd's arm.

He scoffs as he looks back at her. "If you were anyone else, I would have your fucking head on a stick. And for this to work, sweetheart, you gotta behave or else we'll just tell Denny that you're uncontrollable and he'll just tell us to kill you." Lloyd threatens her. 

Elle rolls her eyes. "I'm the weapon, Hansen. Not to be cocky or anything but there's literally no one else as powerful as me. I checked. And from what I know, you guys need me. Or else you wouldn't have come here. Am I right?" She looks back between Six and Lloyd.

Six nods. "She is right. Now, will you guys just stop fighting? You won't even see each other in a few hours, right? So let's just get this over with." he tells them.

She hums in response before taking the bags from the floor as she walks to the kitchen island and places it on the counter.

Lloyd huffs and walks to his room to change his clothes and scrub off the blood. He's not even in the mood to drink anymore. 

"To be fair, he gripped my face between his strong fucking hand. It was self defense." Elle defends as Six steps toward her and she turns to him.

He chuckles. "He'll get over it. Or not. It's not like he can do anything about it." 

She chuckles, nodding her head. "Yeap. In the meantime, let's have a—" she gets cut off by Lloyd's door slamming open.

"The meeting's about to start. It's starting early. Let's go." Lloyd announces as he walks to the kitchen with a frown, refusing to even look at her. 

Six nods, gently grabbing Elle's hand and they walk towards the elevator with Lloyd behind them.

*** 

Elle stands between Lloyd and Six in front of the huge TV that's showing a zoom meeting but it's still loading. 

They're on the first floor of the penthouse again. Now that she's actually looking around it, it's so much smaller than the second floor.

Everything is so small. The kitchen is a small space in the corner. The dining room is just a small, round glass table and a few chairs near the kitchen. The living room is a little bit bigger but it's already filled with computers and desks everywhere and all the weapons are all laid out on the couches, just like that. 

It's so much better on the second floor.

So they're just standing there, awkwardly with the field agents and the IT team behind the TV. 

"Hey, could someone fucking fix this?" Lloyd grumbles. 

"I'm sorry, the signal's just really bad. It'll load up in a few minutes…" One of the IT support says.

He huffs in frustration. "Fucking hell! How long are you going to wait for this shit?" 

Elle sighs, glancing over at him. "Calm down. I don't like your negative energy." she says flatly and Six holds in his laugh.

He rolls his eyes, turning to her. "Well, I don't give a shit about my fucking—" Lloyd gets cut off as the zoom meeting turns on and Denny's face is all up in the big screen.

Elle clears her throat, straightening up as she steps forward, waving her hand politely. "Hi, hello. I'm Elle. The weapon. But I'm totally non-lethal." She introduces herself, casually. 

Denny raises his brows and frowns. "She's the weapon? Are you sure? Lloyd, did you get the right one? There's no way that—"

Lloyd nods. "Yes. I did. She is the weapon. She's proven herself with her abilities." he replied in a serious tone.

"Oh. Okay. Well, I need to ask you a few questions first. What is your citizenship?" Denny asks her.

"I'm Indonesian and American. I have both passports. It wasn't possible to have dual nationalship in this country but my parents, they made it happen. They're also the ones responsible for making me what I am. Well, partially. But uh, they signed a contract to a scientist who made me their test subject, when I was only five years old. The scientist is dead and the lab's shut down, a long time ago." Elle explains.

Lloyd isn't fazed by it, he already knew her past was fucked up. Six glances at her from behind, sympathetically. 

"Where are your parents now?" He asks her.

She keeps her poker face on. "Somewhere in Bali, they moved there years ago. But they don't know anything about what I've…done." 

Denny nods, writing something down. "Right. So, about what you've done. Why did you do it?" He asks her.

Elle clears her throat again. "It was an accident. I got carried away with my emotions so my powers blew up the place. But, I would never do it again. That was a different time. I didn't know how powerful I was back then." she replied.

"But that was a week ago. Not so long ago." He reminds her. 

"Yes, and I've learnt a lot in the past week. I can control it now. I can be your weapon. For the CIA. As long as—"

Denny cuts her off. "Okay, but I still need to know why you blew up that building." 

She nods. "Right. Of course. Well, it was a laboratory full of scientists who were going to sell a cure for a rare disease to the highest bidder, who I'm assuming is from the black market. We all made the cure together for months and it was meant for dying patients who were on their deathbed but they betrayed me. So I guess I got a bit too emotional. But won't ever happen again. You have my word." she explains, thoroughly. 

Six looks at her again and Lloyd too. They both didn't know that. At all. Last night, she only told them that it was an accident, that's all. They didn't know it was because of some cure of dying people. 

"And the scientists…were all bad people?" Denny asks. 

Elle nods. "All corrupted." she confirms.

"Alright. So now, we'll get you on a plane to Langley and then we'll do some tests and training. After that, off to the field. Lloyd, Six, mission successful. You can go back to wherever you want." He declares.

Lloyd grins, satisfied. "Finally. Can't fucning wait to get out of this fucking country." He remarks. 

She steps back and meets Six's eyes as he gives her a small, proud smile before she turns her head to the TV again. 

"Wait. Um, I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound stubborn but I can't go anywhere. Not yet, at least. This country, as shitty as it is, it's where I was born and raised. I learned so much from here. The people, the culture. I can't just leave without fixing some things that can only be fixed by me." she pauses, "Look, I know that the CIA has thousands of agents all around the world to help each country but I've never seen any agents here to help us. Why? There's hundreds of cases for the CIA." Elle asks sternly.

Denny clears his throat. "It's because your country isn't our top priority right now."

"No, I know that. But it's still suffering anyhow. There's still a lot of drug lords, crime lords, corrupted politicians, human and sex traffickers, rich people who do a lot of criminal shit and they're all running free because of how weak the law and police system is here. There's no justice here. And the people here have suffered too long because of it. But I can fix it. I can do all the missions you send me from here and finish it in a jiffy and even make it clean. I can do any other missions you want me to do here, too. Anything. Just let me do it all here." She bargains. 

She needs this to work. She can't let them drag her out of this country. She'll kill anyone in her way. She means it. When she's ambitious about something, she works extremely hard to get it. And she always gets what she wants in the end. 

Lloyd frowns, thinking that she's pushing her luck now. He knows Denny and he's just as stubborn and just as an asshole as he is. He doesn't listen to people because everyone has to listen to him. Just like Lloyd. 

Six is quiet, as usual. He observes her and each and every word she's saying. He wants this to work for her, too. She's doing this for a good cause and he's slightly amazed by how she really wants to help people. 

Denny is silent for a while, contemplating on everything she just said and trying to make a quick decision that would benefit everyone. He can't afford to lose the weapon, so he can't refuse her either.

"Look, every mission that I'll succeed in, you can take all the credit for yourself. You can tell my President that the CIA was the one who helped clean the city and I'm sure you'll be rewarded greatly by it. Imagine all the good press you'll get, as well. And you could cross check this country on the lists of countries needing help. It's a win-win situation." Elle tries to bargain again. 

Six is impressed by how good she formed every sentence just to convince Denny. Lloyd finally takes a glance at her, his face slowly softening at the sight of her.

Denny thinks on it again for a while and he's come to a decision now. "Alright. You can stay. But just for a few months and you'll be accompanied by the IT team, our field agents and Lloyd and Six." He announces.

What. The. Fuck.

No, no. This wasn't her plan, exactly. 

Elle is completely stunned and speechless as she widens. Lloyd frowns confusedly and scowls. Six lifts his brows up in surprise, looking at Elle. This wasn't a part of their plan. It wasn't supposed to go this way. 

Lloyd immediately steps forward. "No. Absolutely not. We're not going to be fucking babysitters for her in this godforsaken country. I need to get out of this country. I can't fucking stay here. Let alone a few fucking months." he grumbles.

Denny shakes his head. "Lloyd, you have the penthouse. You own it. It's a good enough place to stay there for a couple of months."

He scoffs loudly. "And what about my other missions in other countries?" 

"You're not needed anywhere, actually. Six, too. Not for the next few months, at least. I have tons of field agents handling it. Look, this mission will be a chance for both of you to finally settle in one country for once and it'll be easier than the other missions. Think of it like a little break." He tells them.

Lloyd huffs. "But I don't want to settle in this fucking country." he retorts. 

Denny sighs. "You have to, Lloyd. It's an order. Ask for anything you need but you're staying there." he orders, sternly. 

Six nods. "I'm not exactly refusing but why do I have the feeling that you want to get rid of both of us?" he asks.

"No. That's not true. You and Lloyd are my most valuable assets in the CIA. Elle is too, now. But at this moment, we're not really needing you for a lot of missions and Elle needs both of you to do this. I'm sure all three of you would make a great team. Also, if I need you for any missions around Asia, I'll let you know and I'll send a chopper up the penthouse. Alright, that's it for today." Denny declares.

Lloyd scoffs. "No, no, you're not—" he gets cut off with the zoom meeting ending abruptly. "Did he just fucking hang up on me? I'm going to call him. This is not over." He grumbles again as he takes out his phone to dial Denny's number. 

Elle turns to him. "It's useless. You heard him, Lloyd. It's an order. He won't change his mind. I saw it." she tells him.

He lunges forward and clenches his jaw as he looks down at her with pure rage. "You fucking wanted this, right? You convinced him." Lloyd thickly says. 

She shakes her head. "No. This wasn't my plan. I just wanted him to let me stay, not you guys. I could do this alone." she clarifies.

"You can't." Six interjects, walking to them as he stands beside her. 

Lloyd frowns. "As much as I hate to admit it, he's right. No offense but we're talking about CIA missions and they're not easy. You don't even have enough training."

Elle rolls her eyes. "Then, train me." 

"I don't want to fucking stay here." He grits out.

Six sighs. "Lloyd, come on. I know it'll take at least a few days to adapt here but you'll get there. And besides, not like we can do anything about it now. It was a clear order."

Lloyd huffs in irritation, glancing at Six. "I need to get some fucking air." he tells them before walking out of there.  

Six looks at Elle and she gives him a faint smile. "Didn't hear you complain." she comments.

"You too." he says back. 

Well, she did get what she wanted just a little more than she asked for. 

"Lloyd's such a baby." She remarks.

"He is. Do you wanna get out of here?" Six asks her, referring to all the other people in the room listening to their conversation.

Elle chuckles as she nods and they both walk to the elevator where Lloyd is still waiting for it to open. 

It finally opens and they all get in, without saying one word. 

***

It's quiet in the penthouse as the day settles into night time. 

Six and Elle ordered Chinese take outs and ate in the living room while Lloyd stayed in his room all afternoon. 

She hasn't even gone to see her bedroom yet. She didn't really want to. She felt guilty. She didn't want it to go this way either but it just did. She can't do anything about it now. 

As of now, Elle and Six are still sitting on the couch as they watch television with their leftover take outs on the coffee table. 

"Elle, are you going to sleep in my room?" Six suddenly asked. 

She frowns. "No? I'm not. It'd be weird. We're sort of co-workers now since we'd be working together in the future." 

His smile turns into a smirk. "Wow. Really? I was just about to ask about us, you know."

Elle tilted her head to the side. "Oh. Well, I don't know. But what I know is, a few hours ago, I thought I'd never see you again but here we are. We're going to be stuck with each other for months. So, I guess, we should live in the moment, right? Enjoy it while we can?" 

Six snickers. "You just said it'd be weird if we slept together." he reminds her.

She chuckles. "Yeah, well I wasn't really thinking about it until you asked…"

"So now, what?" he asks.

"Now, I settle into my room and we could talk about it more in the morning. Plus, I want to talk to Lloyd." she responds.

Six frowns. "Are you sure?" 

Elle nods. "Yes. I'll be fine. I just want to talk nicely and make peace with him."

He nods. "Okay, well I'll go clean this up." 

She smiled and watched him get up from his seat before her hand stopped his arm as he turned to her, confused.

"Not without a goodnight kiss. Just like last night." She reminds him. 

Six chuckles, sitting back down as he leans closer to her. "Except this is so much better than last night." he murmurs, cupping her face carefully and he kisses her, soft and gentle. This time, her lips are soft and pillowy and he could already feel his cock twitch as she let out a breathy moan against his lips.

She giggles as he tries to deepen the kiss but she breaks the kiss immediately, bracing her hands against his shoulders. "You trying to fuck me in this couch, Six?" she jokes.

He lets out a hearty laugh and grins at her. "Nah. You're too precious to be fucked against a couch, Elle." Six tells her.

Elle nods, humming in response. "Okay. Looks like I'm too precious for almost everything." she remarks.

"You are. Alright, I'm gonna go. You be careful with Lloyd, okay? He's sensitive right now. Call me for help if anything happens." He says while rising up from the couch, grabbing their leftover boxes from the table. 

She snorts. "I won't need it. Don't worry." 

***

Elle's gathering as much courage as she can while she slowly walks to Lloyd's room.

She doesn't even know what to say yet. Not a single clue. What she knows is that she has to fix this with him. She can't have him hating her while they're working together. It'd ruin missions. 

From afar, she could hear the garbage bin open as Six threw away their leftovers in the kitchen while walking to the fridge, getting a drink.

She stands in front of Lloyd's door and sighs. Before she could even change her mind and get out of there, she brings her knuckles to his door and softly knocks on it.

"It's me. Could I come in? Please? I come in peace, I promise." She says through the door. 

There's no immediate answer so she steps back from the door but suddenly, she hears a really quiet and soft hum of response from him. 

He doesn't even know that she has enhanced hearing yet.

Still an asshole. 

Elle inhaled a sharp breath as her hand opened the door gently and entered the room quietly, leaving the door open a little.

His room is the master bedroom here. Of course, he had to take the biggest room. He always does. 

The room has a wide space. It's not cramped up with a lot of furniture. It's just simple. 

There's a floor to ceiling window at the far side of his room. The huge double bed is on the other side. Some couches and a coffee table near the window that he most likely would never use. A walk-in closet behind the television and the bathroom right beside the bed. 

She scans the fancy bedroom that's much bigger than all the other rooms before her eyes land on him, who's sitting on the edge of his bed as he lets the tv on but he's not watching it. He's just sitting there and not even acknowledging her. 

"Lloyd, I want us to talk." She managed to say as she stood behind him.

"I would ask you how you'd hear me but I probably know the answer already." Lloyd retorts, still not looking at her. 

Elle nods. "Yeah, I have super hearing. Anyway, that doesn't matter now. Look, I want us to be…good. I don't want us to be sworn enemies while we're doing missions. These missions are important to me, Lloyd. I want to do good for this city. I want to use my destructive powers for good stuff not bad stuff like mass murder." She admits to him.

And that finally made him turn to her, his blue eyes meet her brown ones as she lets out a small sigh of relief. 

He scans her completely and notices a small, brown stain on her white dress from her food earlier. Clumsy. 

He scoffs gently. "You can't always be the hero, you know. You'll fuck up once in a while. You may be invincible and powerful but you're still human, Elle." Lloyd harshly reminds her. 

She huffs. "What the fuck is your problem with me? No," she jerks her finger at him. "Don't you even dare to try to deny it because you've been acting like a total piece of shit to me this whole day. I don't know what I did wrong to you? We were good last night. More than good actually, considering you had your fingers inside me." Elle taunts him. 

She just had enough. More than enough.

Lloyd sighs, standing up. He can't believe he has to answer to her now. "Because you were just a one time thing last night. And I don't do long term shit. Now, you're just someone I have to work with who just digged her crazy strong fingernails into my fucking skin earlier!" he raises his voice.

She swallows thickly, feeling deflated. "I'm sorry about that. I won't hurt you like that again. Or use my abilities to do shit like that. It was stupid." Her voice turns soft and weak. 

He blinks. He's wondering why is she even apologizing when he's been an asshole to her the whole day for no reason. She didn't deserve that. He knows that now. He can't help but feel sympathy for her when she's apologizing like this to him after he just raised his voice at her — he doesn't ever feel sympathy. 

He didn't expect an apology. He expected for her to raise her voice back. But she didn't. 

Lloyd's face softens as he slowly and cautiously steps forward to her. "No, don't. Don't apologize." he says, really soft. 

Elle looked up at him. "Can we just be good now? We need to work on our teamwork, you know. I want this mission to work. But I can't do it if we're hating each other. I'll need your help, too." 

He slowly nods his head. "Yeah. As long as you're not being insufferable to work with, that is." 

She breaks into a small smile as her eyes dart to his arms, which are clean of blood already but the scars are still fresh.

"May I?" She asks, raising her hand near his arm but not touching it before he nods.

"What are you doing?" Lloyd softly asked while she placed her palm on his arms and on the scars as he flinched a little at the sting.

"I want to heal you. I can heal myself and other people too. Think of it as a peace offering from me." Elle tells him as her eyes are focused on the scars while she chants a quick spell under her breath.

And just like that, the scars are gone completely.

"Hm. Could come in handy in missions later." He mumbles, not noticing it yet. 

She jutted her chin towards his arms. "Look at it. It's healed already." she softly told him.

Lloyd looks at her before looking down at his healed arms. "Oh. That's…great. Uh, thanks. Although I preferred to keep the scars. It adds character." he remarks.

She creases her brows. "You have a lot of scars?" she asks.

He nods casually. "Yeah. Tons of it. But I bet Six has more." 

She giggles, shaking her head. "Since when did scars become a competition, huh? You really are a man child."

Lloyd scoffs. "Fuck off. I'm not. Hey, I thought you wanted us to not fight again." 

"That wasn't a fight, Hansen. That was just banter. And we'll always have that. It adds more character to us, too. We won't be so uptight and tense all the time." she says.

"Hm. I agree. So, what's for dinner?" 

Elle rolls her eyes. "I'm not cooking you dinner. Not a fucking housewife. But, we did order a bunch of Chinese take outs. I ordered more for you. Just in case you wanted some. It's still in the kitchen."

Lloyd looked into her eyes and regarded her with a thoughtful look. It's a small gesture but it doesn't not mean anything. She's a considerate person, he knows that but earlier he was treating her like shit but she still thought of him despite everything. He could get used to this. To her kindness. Not that he's going to take advantage of it, but he just never got that from a person.

He nods. "Thanks. Have you been to your room yet? The owner told me that it's a kid's bedroom. Sorry." 

She snorts. "It's okay. It is a family apartment after all. But I need to get my stuff first at home." 

"I'll have my people get your stuff. It's late already. Don't go out." Lloyd possessively said. 

Elle slowly nods and smiles a little. "Yeah. Okay. Thank you." she says, turning around as she begins walking away from him and he follows her from behind, surprisingly. 

They exit the room together and walk into the hallway. 

Six peers up from the couch in the living room. "You guys good already?" he asks.

She chuckles. "Yeah. We are. I'm just gonna go see my room—" she opens the door beside her and stops in her tracks at the sight of the room.

Lloyd is behind her, standing in the door frame as he lightly laughs, shaking his head at the room. 

It really is a child's bedroom. It's got decorations and stickers all over the room fit for a five year old. At least the wall is still white. The bed is even small. It's a single and it's pink. There's a minimalist closet far beside the bed. A television in a low table in front of the bed. And a desk and a table attached to the wall next to the bathroom.

Six walks to them. "What's going on—" he arrives at her room before chuckling.

"Wow. Okay. Um, I could still fix this. With my powers. I could make the child's decorations disappear. But the rest of it, it's fine. I think." Elle tries to look at the bright side. Optimistic as always. 

"What about the bed?" Lloyd asks, "Can you fit? It's so small."

She turns to him. "It fits perfectly for me." 

"Are you sure?" Six asks.

Elle looks back at the room and realizes how small it actually is as she bursts into laughter, "Oh it really is that small!" she exclaims as Six laughs with her.

Lloyd shakes his head, laughing. "Guys, come on, it's not that bad!" he exclaims back. 

She nods. "Hm, yeah sure. You try sleeping in there, Hansen." she retorts.

"I can't. It'll creak and then break." he says, honestly.

She laughs again, turning around to them. "Yeah, it will. Alright guys, you know what? I'll be fine. The bed does fit me and it is still a luxurious room. But let's get out of my room and have some dessert. I'll buy some." she suggests.

Lloyd frowns. "What are you buying?" 

"A traditional Indonesian dessert. Now that you two are going to be here for months, I want you to know my culture. I promise you won't be disappointed." Elle says with a smile on her lips. 

Six nods. "Sure. I like learning about other countries' cultures. It's interesting." 

"Thank you. What about you, Lloyd?" 

His lips formed a thin line. "Yeah. Why not? But I'm having my dinner first, then dessert. Are you going out alone?" Lloyd asks.

"Yes. But I'll be fine. There's a store nearby here. It's a three minute walk. You guys go bond with each other 

Lloyd and Six frowned as they looked at each other. 

"Don't bother me while I eat." Lloyd says.

"Got it." Six says back. 

Elle giggles, shaking her head as she walks past them to go to the living room while they follow her from behind, as usual.

It's becoming their habit now. They're almost getting used to each other. Though they still can't believe that they have to spend months together, just stuck in this penthouse.

If they're not already sick of each other, they'd probably fuck each other eventually. Not that it would happen since Elle isn't here to do that. 

She's here to do missions. For the city. Not to fuck the guys. 

Definitely not her mission despite how tempting it is. 

Elle takes her purse and walks to the lift before Lloyd and Six call out to her in sync. 

"Hey, be careful." Lloyd warns. 

"Yeah, you sure you wanna go alone?" Six asks.

A smile touched her lips as she rolled her eyes affectionately. "I'll be fine, boys." 

Lloyd contemplates her words before he shakes his head. "Yeah, no. We're coming with you. It's late, sweetheart."

And there's that again.

Sweetheart. 

If she was being honest, she likes it. But she'll never admit that.

Elle sighs in defeat as the boys made their way to her and Lloyd pressed the button for the lift to open, grinning down at her. 

"You're stuck with us now. Unfortunately." Lloyd reminds her as Six chuckles beside him.

She smiles at both of them. "I know." 

The plan didn't go how it was supposed to but it worked out eventually. 

It's what they all wanted, anyway.

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i understand that if you really convinced yourself of something you start seeing "clues" everywhere without being able to look at those "clues" neutrally. happens to everyone doesn't it? and if those rumours about sierra end up being true forget everything i said and tell me "i told you" and it's alright but i looked a bit through the things people took as evidence for sierra leaving and.. i don't see it?

i did some research and the summary and short version basically is: there are no bts pictures of sierra, sierra hasn't been seen on set in any of the casts posts and gina made a post for her birthday wishing her well for the future

neutral explanations: it seems like so far the focus is more on rescues and fire/ems stuff rather than family/relationship stuff. obviously sierra won't be on set for those. it's similar to rafael. besides the one pic from his trailer that he shared we haven't seen him either. we only know tarlos scenes are happening bc ronen talked about it at the convention but press season hasn't started yet so there is no place for sierra to talk about the show. and she's never been big on social media documenting everything she does so she wouldn't put out random statements or teasers about grace's storyline in the new season on there. in the past she would post a pic from her trailer every once in a while but she never really shared stuff while filming so that's not new. also grace isn't in all the episodes so my neutral explanation is she literally just hasn't been on set much and hasn't had any scenes with the others yet. and if they're filming grace/judd stuff then jim isn't sharing anything either for obvious reasons. (btw there are more recent posts about grace/judd on the official ls account than there are about tarlos for which it has almost been a year since the last post)

and i read gina's birthday post as genuine and normal birthday wishes. celebrating the person and wishing them well in life. that's what you do isn't it? sierra also commented on the post and said she was excited to see everyone at her party which again i am just going to put under the "she hasn't been on set much sharing scenes with the others yet" file.

something else i've seen a while ago that i just remembered was someone said that filming started and sierra still had braids and grace doesn't have braids so she isn't filming. which? gina had so many different hair styles as tommy why can't grace have another hairstyle in the new season as well? but again even if it is just sierra's hairstyle then i am going to add that to the "she hasn't been on set yet" file.

so as i said i fully understand spiralling. been there - done that. and it's what happens in fandom spaces isn't it? looking for little crumbs and drawing conclusions. but at this point i think people are mainly stressing other fans unnecessarily by creating these rumours. and again: if they turn out right forget everything i said and i'll apologise. but i'd wait for official statements or other proof that sierra is or isn't part of the new season. ya'll are giving yourself ulcers otherwise.

Yes all of this! I understand speculation is natural especially when we've all gone so long without any information but it's just bad science to draw a conclusion based on a lack of information or to find patterns out of gaps that you think should be filled. Nobody would accept a hypothesis proved by 'well it can't be disproven.' I see no reason at all to suggest Grace won't be in season 5 other than fans missing their fave and spiralling.

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