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“The Justice League and the Avengers are very different teams”

In what respect? Like, how would you say both teams differ in terms of overall function, how they respond to threats, how they’re viewed by their respective publics, etc?

😂 who even are you?

anyway, these two teams have been reformed and rebooted so many times and are the flagships of the two juggernauts of their industry, so their natures have evolved and influenced one another heavily over the decades as you see armies tend to do in prolonged warfare, so there is probably not one single statement you could make about either one that's always true.

it would be crazy to try to explain the difference in diegetic terms, because those aren't goalposts they're hockey pucks. the difference in kind exists at a publishing level.

fundamentally, the Avengers was designed to rest, in narrative terms, on everyone's personal relationships and neuroses, and develop soap opera subplots and office drama around how these intersected with each other and various villains. because in the 60s Marvel was launching the Big New Thing which was heightened naturalism and relatability in comics.

(spiderman and the whole genre of underdog superhero who can't catch a break rather than slyly winking at the audience as the world looks down on his secret identity, not knowing how impressive he really is, dates to this pivot of Marvel's. both Superman and Captain America did the latter in their early days, which is highly dissonant from Cap and Bucky looking at them today, but Cap was retired from print for like 20 years and got heavily rebooted for the new age.)

they had an actual mansion they could all live in, and many of them did, for a solid chunk of time early on. there's a reason people swung so hard for the 'everyone lives in stark tower' scenario foreshadowed at the end of Avengers (2012)--that's how the Avengers are! you bang the action figures together and give them angst and bonding about it!

they fractured repeatedly under the weight of all that drama (because psychology and because stories that don't end are unable to make any narrative sense, and breaking up a team is honestly a half-decent substitute in the Eternal Now of big comics) and at this point the current avengers is much more impersonal and even pays salaries, like basically the commune-underwritten-by-rich-buddy has reincorporated as an NGO.

but it still runs on the same types of narrative tensions mostly--huge epic stuff will be happening, but the Avengers tension comes down to whether everyone really hates T'Challa this month for that thing he did. and what this is doing to group cohesion.

the Justice League on the other hand was not built for character-driven story.

they've done plenty of them, after it became the done thing, and even imitated the Avengers and did the diegetic collapsing and reforming arcs and so on. but it's not fundamental to how a Justice League runs; you could do a super long run where the interpersonal tensions never rose above B-plot status and it wouldn't be tonally dissonant.

it would be weird for many of the Justice League to live together--when a character is shown living in Justice League facilities it is usually to signify that they are isolated and don't have a life and this is Bad. the Martian Manhunter and Maxwell Lord dominated era was deliberately aping the Avengers imo and came out weird as a result, and Lord turning out to be a mind-controlling supervillain was not unrelated to how weird most people felt it was.

the Justice League is like. joining a club rather than a frat. like being on the board of an NGO, rather than taking a full-time job there.

you know? the type of commitment is different. the level of intimacy is different.

cap and iron man's relationship has generally played out primarily in the context of their positions within the Avengers, even though it spills into their own titles, while superman and batman have had entire joint books just for them, and their friendship has not usually been allowed to take up much page time in Justice League issues. because that would be indecorous.

commercially speaking, Justice League is first and foremost an easy-buy showcase for high-profile hero characters and anyone you want to burnish up by displaying adjacent to them.

They've totally gotten messy with it over the years but like. I think the seminal Justice League internal dramas were 1) that time Barry Allen killed the guy who'd killed his first wife and was about to kill his second one and they put him on trial 2) that time Wonder Woman killed a dude who told her under truth compulsion that the only way to stop him from mind-controlling Superman to murder people was to kill him and they put her on trial 3) blah blah Batman paranoia exploited by eeeeevil (barely counts imo) and 4) that extremely oogy time it turned out the Justice League had been using magic to forcible reform criminals and erased Batman's memories of this being a thing when he found out and objected because ethics wtf.

That last one was sufficiently story-breaking they started pretending it hadn't happened as quickly as possible. Which was amazingly quickly considering Identity Crisis was the basis for things like killing off the presiding Robin's remaining parent. They actually soft-reset the whole world fairly soon after by timeskipping over most of a year and being like ahem anyway the past is in the past. And then the universe just kept serially ending for over a decade, so it's been weird.

Justice League has reliably gotten a shiny coat of polish with every reboot tho lol.

(Still not over the way they were like, okay we're wiping Green Lantern back to Hal but now we don't have the token black guy everyone who saw the cartoon expects, let's promote Cyborg people know him because of that other cartoon, ah shit he doesn't work without a partner to do bits with. well we can't put garfield logan in the justice league it's too prestigious, he's from the doom patrol for a reason, yeah i know we've had folks like plastic man shut up this is a Cool Sexy new reboot where Superman and Wonder Woman are fucking, we're not using friggin beast boy. how about Captain Marvel? yeah ok shazam is An Silly Joker now and besties with this 20 year old who may or may not know about his elaborate cognitive situation. i don't actually think they put even this much effort into it but otoh maybe they debated really hard and this was the compromise.

........actually vic could probably work up a decent oppositional patter with eel o'brien ik they were never gonna use plastic man but i don't hate it.)

Right. There was a point.

Obviously I'm probably missing a few big dramas here, but the point is DC was trying to keep up with the fantastic dysfunction of the Avengers because if it bleeds it leads, but even in the Dark Age they could not dive in groin first without tarnishing valued brands. The Justice League is simply not built to tell the same types of stories that the Avengers are.

In Justice League stories the narrative will typically be split in focus to a varying degree between the problems created by the villain and the personal emotional situations--the problems--of the heroes. Usually the villain leads and provides the emotional stakes. Only occasionally, overall, do problems between the heroes rise to the same level. Even when they're having them canonically in some other book Justice League tends to be ruled not the right place for that.

Secret identities are traditionally kept to a minimum in the League and League stories, though what this means in practice has gone through some shifts.

This is not just the difference between DC and Marvel house styles, though of course that's part of it, nor is it the League being older, because it isn't by any significant amount. It replaced the Justice Society of America in 1960. Other teams, even the Titans to an extent which was just the junior wing of the League at first, were allowed to get more into the grit sooner, and have the experimental story of Speedy's career-ending heroin problem happen and intra-team dating drama take the foreground, and all that. Doom Patrol was all about the dysfunction, god.

But the Justice League is simply not designed to be that kind of a team book, and when it's occasionally written that way the seams usually creak.

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[surielstea]

Caretaker

Pairing: Azriel x reader

Summary: Reader is sick & Az being the best bf ever

Warnings: slight suggestiveness, tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Literally wrote this when I was sick asf and high on cough medicine so I hope this makes sense 😭😭

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My body tremors as another weak cough racks through me, my throat pulsing at the feeling. Watery eyes form tears, sliding down the bridge of my nose and dripping onto the plush pillow beneath my head.

I stare out the floor to ceiling window, marveling at the way the sidra morphs starlight into rainbow refractions. I sniffle, one of my nostrils completely closed off and making it a challenge to breathe. It was late. I didn't know the exact time but from the moons position in the sky I could guess it was far past midnight.

My mate hadn't come to bed and I debated clambering out of this all too hot bed to go and find him, wrap my arms around his waist and guide him back to our bed. But I can't expose him to whatever virus plagued me, in turn getting him sick, no matter how badly I missed his touch. It was already a risk to share the same bed, I couldn't push it.

Madja stopped by earlier and gave me a tonic to help ward off the cough but there was nothing she could do beyond that. I took the tonic minutes ago, the effects still settling in, I just hoped the cough would cease long enough for me to be able to fall asleep.

It's been days, my mate was convinced I was getting worse. He surveyed me like usual, but his gaze turned soft and pitiful every time a raucous cough came over me. Shadows kept me company, swirling fluidly against my back in a reassuring manner, the chill touch of them making me cool off from my heated state.

There was a soft knock at the door and I didn't have to look to know who it was. I adjusted under the covers, using my strength to sit up and lean against the headboard, teary eyed but making eye contact with the large winged male in the doorway. "Az." My voice was practically a whimper, a feeble excuse at calling for him.

"My love," He drew a long exhale, my sickness seemingly weighing on him as well.

"You can't be in here." I murmur, wiping my tears and wishing it was his hands instead of mine doing the act.

"I miss you." He offers me a soft smile as he tilts his head against the frame of the door, his silhouette from the hallway light made him look like some sort of angel.

"I don't want to get you sick." I shake my head, holding my arm out as if to shield him away but we both knew I held no power at the moment.

"It wouldn't be so bad," He tries to lighten the mood with a shrug. "I'd be off work, we could quarantine together. We'd read and cuddle and I could actually go within a ten feet radius of you." His words were convincing, and the idea has a smile tugging at my lips. That is until a croak of a cough rattles my body and I remember how irritating this illness is. I wouldn't want him to have this, ten foot radius or not.

"It's hard enough to stay away from you, don't tempt me." I sigh, allowing my bones to sink into the large matress.

"Worth a try." He mirrors my smile. "Do you need anything? Tea or soup?" He asks and I twist my lips to the side as I ponder what he could give me that would ever amount to how badly I want him and him alone. "A good book perhaps?" He arches a perfect brow. It pains me how well he knows me.

"A book would be nice." I hum and he pushes from the doorway, excited to accomplish a new task. His gaze lingers on me before he closes the door and his silent footsteps recede down the hall.

I look back out the window while I wait, fiddling with the mating ring around my fourth finger. My cough seemed to have settled, I'll have to tell my brother to increase Madja's salary for her admirable work — or maybe I'd pay her directly myself. As soon as I'm better I will, whenever that might be. I release a long sigh and allow my eyes to shut for a moment, I must've slept for half the day earlier but that didn't stop the rest from weighing at my heavy lids.

Before I dared slip into a sleep the spymaster opened the door with a multitude of items in his hands. I couldn't help but smile. The night courts intimidating Shadowsinger was at my door, with soup and tea and a book, taking care of me. He had one of the world's deadliest knife's at his thigh and he probably used it to cut open my tea bag.

"Az, I'm gonna cry." I warn. My already watery eyes verging on tears as I think about how much he does for me.

"No don't cry." His brows crease as he sits on his side of our bed, placing a bowl of soup down on my nightstand. "I tried to follow your mom's recipe but it won't be as good." He frowns and there's nothing more I want to do then kiss the pout off his perfect face. "And this is hot, so don't drink it for a few minutes." He places a steaming cup of tea beside the soup. "And this," He holds up a worn paper back book. "I went to Nesta and asked her for the best romance novel she could think of and she gave me this so." He places it on my lap. "Hopefully it's as smutty as you hope." He mutters beneath his breath and I flush hot but blamed it on my fever.

"Thank you." My voice was a rasp, he looked to my eyes. Hazel laced with love and admiration, the emotions reflecting on the golds and greens of his irises.

"Get some rest after eating, you have to get your strength up so I can get my sparring buddy back." He placed a hand on my forehead to check my temperature, something on his expression falls when he doesn't notice any difference from the last time he checked my temperature.

"Is Cassian not good enough anymore?" I scoff.

"He's not you." He huffs and an upside down smile spreads over my expression.

"I know you're sick but I really want to kiss you." He admits and just the idea makes me feel warmer inside. I grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into me, his upper half hovering over me as I plant my lips onto his. I grin against the sensation, it's only been a few days but gods, how did I forget how perfect it felt to have his mouth against mine?

He pulls back first and I debate chasing him back but he pecks my forehead and I settle for it, leaning back onto my headboard yet again. "I'm going to finish up an assignment then I'll come to bed, okay?" He gets up from the bed and my eyes follow.

"Mhm." I nod tiredly.

"If I find you reading that book when I get back I'm taking it away." He warns and I bite my bottom lip mischievously.

"Goodnight lovely." A shadow tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I watch him make his way to the door.

"Night Az." I muse in reply, already reaching for my bowl of the nostalgic meal.

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About an hour later I had finished my entire bowl of soup and cup of tea. Both of them reminding me of my mother humming her favorite songs as she sewed her dresses, of Rhys teaching me how to fly before I could even walk, of Cassian brawling with my brother when he first moved in, and of Azriel's warm embrace.

I was curled into a ball with a mage light over my head, flipping through the pages of the romance novel Nesta lent me. It was a fantasy with just the right amount of erotica, the kind that would make any female flush. There were a few times when I'd have to close the book and take a breather before opening it back up, which meant it was perfection.

The door opened with a creak and I slammed the book shut the way a teenage boy might with a nude magazine. Azriel crinkles his brows at me and I look at him guiltlessly. "Evening handsome." I greet and he blinks at me like I'm crazy.

"Why are you being weird?" He utters, coming further into the room and closing the door behind him. I fold my lips inward to keep myself from laughing or possibly exposing that I was reading absolute filth just moments ago.

"Just reading." I shrug innocently and he narrowed his gaze in on me but seemed to let it go when striding over to the armoire to change. I watched him shamelessly as he stripped off his shirt, golden tan skin inked in swirling black. He shuffles through the drawers, giving me a full show of his muscular back and those large wings. My breath hitched as I stare without caution and a small chuckle sounds from him. He knows I'm watching, and at this point I can't find it in myself to care.

"Are you flexing on purpose?" I ask him as he discards his leathers for a pair of lounge pants.

"I'm not flexing love." He confesses and my stomach does backflips. Cords of muscle rippled from his shoulders down to his bulging arms, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little turned on. And he was just standing there. He turns to look at my tinged cheeks and it only makes me blush more. The eye contact just might kill me. The nonchalance and causality of it made my stomach churn, as if he wasn't standing there in front of me shirtless.

"You're teasing." I set my book on the nightstand and sink down into my pillows.

"How so?" His question is half a laugh because he knows what he's doing.

"I can't have you right now." I whine like some sort of child, pulling the blankets up and over my head so I don't have to look at his chest that seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. The bed sinks and I know he's now beside me. I can't help but gravitate towards him only to stop myself because I know cuddling would get him sick.

His strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls my back to his chest.

"No, Az I don't want to get you sick." I protest, pulling away with the weakest strength since the predicament at hand wasn't all too bad.

"I already told you I don't care if I get sick." He brings me in closer and who was I to deny my mate's embrace?

It was nice to lay beside him, nice to have his warmth radiating onto me. I missed him even if it's only been a few days, even if he still sleeps beside me every night. I missed the physicality of it. Azriel's never been one for touch but sometimes I go through phases where if I don't have my hands constantly on him I'd collapse.

So I allowed myself to lean into his chest, matching my breathing to his and intertwining my hand with his scarred one. "I love you." He hums into my shoulder, placing gentle kisses to the crook of my neck and a soft smile spreads across my lips.

"Would you still love me if—" I begin but he doesn't let me finish,

"Yes." His tone is confident and didn't waver for a beat.

"You don't even know what I was going to say." I pout and I feel him shake his head against me.

"As long as you're still you, I love you." He professes and I flip around to look at his golden eyes that the stars themselves were outmatched against.

"I love you too." My voice is a mere whisper but a wide grin takes over his face, revealing his dimples. His smile was so bright I thought for a moment that sun wouldn't rise in fear of rivaling it. "And I'm totally getting you sick." I threaten but he doesn't seem to mind, especially not when I lean forward a few inches in order to kiss that grin.

"Sleep, love." He coerced and pulls me into his chest, his wing draping over me like a blanket, blocking out any seeping light from the moon outside. "I'll be here in the morning." He muses, smoothing a scarred hand over my hair. He continues to play with the strands until I'm drifting off into that touch, his warmth inviting me to sleep.

Azriel was quick to follow, once he noticed my breathing even out. Shadows settle around us as his lids grow heavy and his weight falls into the bed. With me in his arms it was easier for him to sleep, the comfort of knowing I'm safe while in his hold pushed him further into that sweet relief of rest.

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Hive Mind / hotch x reader [pollen fic]

Summary: When you and Hotch are tracking down an unsub, you go into a locked room with strange looking plants. Will the effects change you and your boss's relationship for good?

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x AFAB Reader

Word Count: 4850 (i got carried away)

Warnings: SMUT (literally this is straight-up filthy!); unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys); biting; aphrodisiac; squirting; oral (f receiving); reader has a crush on hotch; admitting of feelings; cream pie; descriptions of cum; reader scratches up Hotch's back

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Key: y/n = your name

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-Y/N’s POV-

“Okay everyone, we don’t know how much this guy has devolved so be very careful. Morgan, and Rossi, take the left side of the house. Prentiss and Reid, take the right side of the house. Y/N and I will go in. Got it?” Hotch says, staring each of us down as we nod in agreement. I follow Hotch closely, protecting his back as he knocks on the door. “FBI, OPEN UP!” There’s no answer and he kicks the door in, quick to raise his gun up. We fall into the unspoken rhythm like always – we make a good team even if Hotch is reluctant to admit it. He signals at the shut door, and I nod. He kicks it open, and we carefully make our way inside what used to be a bedroom. It’s dark in here, the bed pushed into the corner and several tables lining the room and in the center. There are plants all over them and the room is hazy with what I would assume to be their pollen.

         “What the hell is this?” I murmur, and then promptly trip over my boot. “Shit!” I catch myself with one of the tables, shaking the plants on it and they spew even more pollen into the air.

         “Y/N! Are you okay?” Hotch doesn’t let his guard down but makes his way over to me.

         I’m coughing as I say, “Yeah I’m fine, these plants are making me uneasy though.”

         “Me too, let’s get out of here.” We make our way out of the room and up the stairs. We hear shuffling to our left, and Hotch has busted open the door before our unsub can even think of getting away.

         “Dean Moors, you’re under arrest,” Hotch says, reading him his Miranda rights. The unsub is looking us both over curiously.

         “You went in the locked room, didn’t you?” He says, chuckling, and Hotch and I exchange a look. “Oh, you definitely did. Well, all the luck to you both.”

         “What were those plants?” I ask, now curious and a little scared that Hotch and I just got poisoned.

         “You’ll find out soon enough.”

         “That’s enough from you, Mr. Moors,” Hotch says, hauling the man up as I radio in that we caught him.

         “Oh, and don’t go in the room with the plants. We don’t know what it is, can we get a hazmat team out here to test it?” I add at the end.

         “Let me guess, you guys went in the plant room?” Morgan asks, chuckling as we make our way out of the house with the unsub.

         “Don’t get too close to us, Morgan. Until we know what it is we’re quarantining in the hotel. Tell the rest of the team.” I blink a few times. Quarantining? Alone with Hotch? I look at Morgan with wide eyes, panicking. Pretty much everyone knew of my little crush on our boss, Morgan always teased me the most.

         “Now you can make your move, baby girl!” He whispers, grinning.

         “Right, while we’re quarantining because we’ve been exposed to an unidentified plant. Very sexy circumstances indeed.” I hiss at him, a few feet away due to Hotch’s orders.

“Hey, you gotta make the most of the situation! And I’m pretty sure he has a crush on you too, so why not go for it?”

         “Y/N!” Hotch shouts, “Get away from Morgan and get in the car!”

         “Yeah, he definitely likes me,” I say, scowling at Morgan before getting in the car with Hotch. Just as we’re leaving, the hazmat team pulls up to the site. Hotch stops them, giving them his number so that when they find out what it is they can call us. The drive back to the hotel and short and quiet. Hotch and I had been sharing a room already due to a shortage of available rooms, so I flopped down on the chaise as we just kind of twiddled our thumbs.

         “How long do you think it’s going to take them to figure out what it is?” I finally ask. I feel warm, my cheeks flushed, and I fan myself.

         “Probably an hour or so. Are you okay, you look warm?”

         “Yeah, feels like I’m running a fever.”

         “Let me see.” He comes over and places the back of his hand against my forehead. His touch cools me down for a second and I shut my eyes. “Yeah, you’re definitely running a fever. Let me get you some water and a cool washcloth.” He disappears into the bathroom, and I can hear the water running for a couple of seconds before he returns. “Here.” He hands me the glass and the washcloth, and I thank him, wiping down my sweaty face. He’s watching me closely, and I notice his cheeks are pink too. I’m about to ask him something, I’m not sure what, I just want to hear the timbre of his voice again, when his phone rings. He picks it up immediately.

-Hotch’s POV-

         “Aaron Hotchner,” I say into the phone.

         “Mr. Hotchner this is Doctor Diaz with the hazmat team. There’s good news and bad news.”

         “What’s the good news?”

         “We know what it is.”

         “Okay, and the bad news?”

         “Things are about to get really hard for you. That plant is a very potent aphrodisiac from the Amazon. It’s rare and very strong. There’s no cure, you both just have to get it out of your system.”

         “Get it out of our system?” I mutter slowly, gears turning as I turn to look at Y/N. She’s shrugged off her dress shirt, just in her tank top now and her chest is flushed. Her pupils are blown and she’s watching my every move like a hawk. My dick twitches in my pants. “How long will it last?”

         “It’s hard to tell, there’s not a lot of research on it.”

         “Got it, will you let my team know?”

         “Of course, sir. Good luck.” The doctor hangs up the phone and I swallow hard.

         “I don’t feel too good,” Y/N says, sounding out of breath. I look over at her again and she’s breathing hard, almost on the verge of panting.

         “Y/N, I need you to listen to me very carefully. That plant is an aphrodisiac.” She blinks a few times before it clicks in her lust-filled mind.

         “Oh. Oh.”

         “So, I either need to leave right now and find somewhere else to be as it wears off, or we try to get through this together.”

         “Why would you need to leave?”

         “If we start down that path, I won’t be able to stop, and neither will you. Not until the drug is out of our system. Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m speaking very slowly and she’s not even meeting my gaze, just staring at my lips before subconsciously licking her own. I hold back a groan.

-Y/N’s POV-

         He’s so pretty. He’s saying something but I’m not quite sure what it means. My body feels like a live wire, humming with electricity. My stomach is cramping now, and he slowly walks over to me and cups my face in his hands, and I moan softly. I feel him stiffen.

         “Y/N, look at me.” His voice is insistent, and I can’t ignore it. I look up into his face and can see that he’s flushed, his pupils blown as he looks into my eyes. “I’m not doing anything without your consent, do you understand? If I stay in this room, are you okay with anything that might happen?” I nod, not trusting myself to speak. We stare at each other for a few minutes before he tries to take a step away, hands falling from my face. I immediately feel worse when he stops touching me and I frantically grab for his hands.

         “Don’t stop touching me, please. It hurts when you don’t.” I can feel him trying to restrain himself, his fists are clenched underneath my hands and he’s breathing hard. I look up at him and whisper, “You can let go, it’s okay. I want you to.” And with that, any last restraint he had broke loose and he’s on me like a cat on a mouse. His lips are crowding against my own and I gasp at the force. He takes that as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth and I automatically submit to him. He’s rough but slow, letting me get adjusted to him kissing me, but it’s not enough. I nip at his bottom lip, and he straight-up growls, picking me up with ease and placing me on the bed.

I’m littering his neck with hickeys as I’m pulling off my tank top as soon as my back hits the sheets, and when we break apart he’s pulling his shirt off faster than I’ve ever seen anyone undress before. I’m trying to wiggle out of my pants, but get frustrated and stuck with the position I’m in. “Help me please.” I whimper, and he doesn’t have to be asked twice. He practically rips my pants off my body and does the same to his own, leaving his underwear on for now. He’s watching me closely, and I squirm under his scrutinizing gaze. He runs a finger down my thigh and calf, and my leg twitches in anticipation. He grins at me, and there’s nothing human in it, just pure desire. “Don’t tease me.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on it. I’m just admiring the view.” I suddenly feel shy, and I avert my gaze. He tsks, grabbing my chin. “Keep your eyes on me, pretty girl.” I nod and nearly jump out of my skin when I feel his hand lightly trace my hip. My legs fall open on their own accord. “Aw, is this all for me baby?” He says, thumbing over the wet patch on my panties. I’m embarrassingly wet, I’ve never been this slick in my life and I’m not sure if it’s the aphrodisiac or Aaron’s undivided attention on me. I keen as he thumbs it again, teasing me by pushing his thumb in a little bit to my entrance. “Can I taste you?” He asks, voice low.

“Please.” I can barely get the word out, too filled with attraction and nerves. He slowly slides my panties down my legs and hooks my legs over his shoulders.

“You can squeeze the hell out of my face, or pull my hair, I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied.” He says, locking his eyes with me as he doesn’t give me time to respond before licking a stripe up my pussy. My hand flies down to his hair like a reflex and I can feel him chuckle against my folds. The slight friction makes my hips jump up, and he slides an arm around my waist to keep me flat on the bed. He’s relentless, alternating between tonguing my entrance before flicking back to my clit. It feels like heaven, but I need more.

         “More, please, more,” I whine, and I feel a finger prodding at my entrance. He looks up to ask permission but I’m all but grinding on his face. “HOTCH PLEASE!” I finally shout, frustrated. He slides a finger in and curls it, hitting the soft spot inside me that has my thighs clenching around his head and heels digging into his back. He slips another finger in, curling it in tandem before finger fucking me quickly and without remorse. It’s intense with both his fingers in me and his tongue on me and I can feel my orgasm quickly approaching. I already know it’s going to shatter me apart, my senses heightened by the drug. “Hotch,” I gasp, “I’m close.” He doubles down and I feel a third finger resting at my entrance. I look down and he’s watching me for approval, ever the gentleman even though my cunt is soaking his face. I nod frantically and the third finger slides in. All it takes is a few pumps and my orgasm peaks. I shriek, thighs clenching around his head as he works me through it, my stomach heaving, vision blacking out for a few seconds. The cramps in my stomach subside for a few seconds and my thighs relax, twitching softly in the aftermath. When I come back to reality, I can feel Hotch’s fingers rubbing soft circles into my thigh. When he notices I’m coherent he says,

         “I’m trying to be nice but if I’m not inside you soon I think my head is going to explode.” He tries to say it as a joke, but I can tell he’s one hundred percent serious by the strain in his voice.

         “I’m ready,” I gasp, releasing my hands from his hair. He shucks his underwear off and I gasp. “Oh shit.” He definitely has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen, and it’s throbbing and weeping from lack of attention.

         “I’ll try to go slow.”

         “What if I don’t want you to?” I ask.

         “Don’t tempt me, Y/N.” He unhooks my bra and flings it somewhere in the room before settling in over me. My stomach starts to cramp again, and I wince. “I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He murmurs, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. He shifts and his cock nudges at my entrance and we both groan at that. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, before leaning in to kiss me. I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips on mine that I’m taken by surprise when he starts to slide into me. There’s no resistance, and he breaks away, panting, as he rests his forehead on mine. We both look down at where he’s entering me, and I whimper at the sight. He’s moving painstakingly slow, and I dig my nails into his shoulder.

         “Please just fuck me,” I whine, and he locks eyes with me when he finally slides home. It’s a tight fit and I can tell by the way that he’s shaking he’s trying to give me time to adjust to him. The stretch is pleasant and soon I’m egging him on. The first thrust breaks apart my world and remolds it. He starts off slow and measured, but soon, we’re both just chasing our highs and he’s fucking me without regard as to if I might break in half. I orgasm unexpectedly and I rake my nails down his back as he fucks me through it.

         “You came so hard you almost pushed me right out of you,” he says breathlessly with a ghost of a smile on his face. He resumes his frantic pace, now chasing his own high and I’m sated for a few minutes by my own that I don’t mind. He’s getting close, I can tell by the random hitches in his pace and his breathing. “Where - ”

         “Inside me please,” I whisper.

         “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.” He whispers kissing me hard his hips stutter and stop and I feel him release inside of me. He’s panting softly and I run my hands up his back softly and into his hair. We’ve both been granted a moment of clarity from the aphrodisiac’s effects. He shifts and we both pause.

         “Are you?”

         “I’m still hard.” He laughs in shock and amusement.

         “Oh, we’re gonna be at this forever.” I groan, rubbing my face, already feeling my body heat up again. I have about two minutes before the cramp starts again. “I’m gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow.”

         “You’re welcome.” He says smugly and I smack his shoulder. My stomach twists.

         “Okay, we gotta keep going my cramps are coming back.”

         “Cramps?”

         “Yeah, they go away after I…finish, but they’re coming back again. Maybe that’s how we gauge if the drug is done or not?”

         “Got it, I’m gonna pull out for a second.” He says, shifting to move.

         “Hotch if you pull out, I swear to god I’m going to smother you in your sleep.”

         “Okay, okay!” He leans back, still inside of me. He picks one leg up and puts it over his shoulder and I whimper at the shift in angle. I can feel him in my stomach. I look down and can see the faint protrusion of his cock inside of me in my abdomen. I trail my fingers over the small bulge, breath hitching. I look up at him and his eyes are dark as he regards my naked form. He thrusts shallowly and I nod, I’m ready for another round. We devolve into our own base instincts, each chasing our own highs.

“Bite me when you finish.” I gasp out and he just nods. The new angle is overwhelming, but in a good way, and I scream as I shatter for the third time, squirting on his cock and abdomen.

         “FUCK!” He shouts, hips stuttering again as he finishes inside of me before his teeth clamp down hard on my shoulder. I’m breathing hard as he kisses my ankle softly before taking it off his shoulder. “Have you done that before?” It takes me a few minutes to answer, my mind a little scattered.

         “Once before, by myself. Sorry.”

         “Why are you apologizing? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I cover my face with my hands, embarrassed. “Hey, no, don’t be embarrassed.” He pries my hands away from my face. “Don’t be embarrassed by your body, okay? I think we’re way past that point.” I laugh at that, agreeing. “Okay, I actually have to pull out now, it’s so slick in here that I can’t think straight with you wrapped around me.” I sigh but nod, and he pulls out quickly, a flood of cum following and leaking from me.

         “I feel empty,” I whisper, and he slips his fingers inside me.

         “I’m sorry, baby, the sensations are just a little overwhelming.” He called me baby.

         “I know. I blacked out at my last orgasm.” He’s lazily sucking hickeys into my skin and I’m too far gone to ask him to leave them where the team won’t see them. After a few minutes my hand flies down to my abdomen – cramps, again. “Oh, Jesus.”

         “Round three?”

         “Round three.” He flips onto my stomach with ease, caressing my lower back and he slides into me again.

-Meanwhile, right outside-

“Should we uh…stop them?” Morgan asks awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. The whole team averts their gazes as they hear a not-so-muffled “FUCK, HOTCH! DON’T STOP!”

         “Do you want to get in the middle of that?” Emily asks, smirking.

         “Not in a million years,” Morgan says.

         “Well, I guess we’ll just, uh, leave them to it.” Rossi chuckles.

         “Should someone guard the door? You know, keep people out of the vicinity?” JJ asks, barely holding back a laugh.

         “I think the whole damn hotel knows what's going on at this point,” Morgan mutters. Just then, a cleaning lady quickly walks by eyes widening and pace quickening when she hears the commotion coming from the room. As soon as she’s gone, the whole team starts laughing at their predicament.

         “The doctor said it’ll wear off in a couple of hours. Come on, I saw a bar just down the street. I think we all could use a drink.” Rossi says.

-Back inside the room-

         I’m panting, thoroughly spent, and Hotch lays down next to me, breathing hard. I rest a hand on his chest, the skin-to-skin contact soothing the fire that rages inside of me.

         “How are you feeling?”

         “Spent. Exhausted. Not quite here. Still some cramping but nothing like earlier.”

         “Good.”

         “This is gonna sound weird, but I think I can ask you anything now. Will you just, like, lay down on top of me?” I look at him and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I feel like I’m floaty, kind of detached from my body. I just need help grounding myself.” At that, he nods, and I take my hand off his chest so he can roll over on top of me.

         “You want my whole-body weight?”

         “Yes, please.” He lowers his body down on mine and with the pressure I feel like I can finally breathe again, my mind coming back to me slowly, but surely. We lay like that for a couple of minutes, his head in the crook of my shoulder. My breathing slows and the cramps are subsiding as he rests on top of me.

         “Are your cramps gone?” He asks, head still on my shoulder.

         “Yeah, I think we might be in the clear. How many rounds was that?”

         “I think sixteen.” My body stiffens.

         “WHAT?”

         “It’s not my fault you’re insatiable!”

         “Shut up! You’re the one who broke down the door to the sex drug room, so I don’t want to hear it!”

         “Okay, you got me there. But who tripped and shook a table full of plants.”

         “Okay, okay, we’re both at fault! Let’s leave it at that.” I feel him chuckle, and say, “I feel better, I’m gonna go clean up.” He rolls off of me, and I get up slowly on shaking legs. I can feel our combined releases running down my leg and I hurriedly make my way to the bathroom. I shut the door and grip the counter staring myself down in the mirror. “Y/N, get your shit together. Nothing changes after this.” I whisper to myself. I get a washcloth and clean myself up, taking time to pee.

         “Hey, I saw a bar down the street. Do you want to get a drink?”

         “That sounds amazing, actually.” I flush the toilet and wash my hands. I open the door, not embarrassed of my nakedness as I give myself a once over in the mirror. I’m covered in hickeys, bruises, and a few bite marks, my pupils are still blown, eyes half-lidded.

         “We look like a mess,” Hotch says, stepping into the bathroom. I glance at him and see I left my fair share of hickeys as well, and then I catch a glimpse of his back.

         “Oh, Hotch, I am so sorry. I scratched your back up so bad.” There were dozens of red, raised scratch marks, and broken skin in a few spots. “Hold on, let me get my first aid kit.”

         “Y/N, it’s fine.”

         “No, it’s not! The least I can do is disinfect them and put ointment on them.”

         “Seriously, it’s fine.” I came back into the bathroom and see him craning his neck to look at his back. He whistles and says, “Damn, you did a hell of a good job!”

         I flush crimson and say, “Shut up and let me look at your back.” I wipe down the spots where I broke the skin with an alcohol pad, dab antibiotic ointment on them, and put a few bandages on. “Okay, you’re all set.”

         “Are you good?” A loaded question.

         “Well besides my whole body hurting, particularly my left shoulder, I think I’m fine.”

         “Let me see.” He pushes my hair out of the way to look at my shoulder, and he chuckles.

         “What? What is it?”

         “I…uh, bit you too hard it seems. My canines broke your skin.”

         “No way!” I gasp. I can’t see it because it’s on the back of my shoulder and at an awkward angle. “Damn, that’s so hardcore. My fault though, I asked you to do it.”

         “Yeah, I know.” He cleans the puncture wounds and puts a band-aid over each of them. “I saw a bar a few blocks down when we came into town.”

         “Hopefully they didn’t hear us,” I mutter. “Hotch, I’m mortified.” I cover my face with my hands.

         “Hey, no. It’s okay. We had no way of knowing what that pollen would do. Now we laugh it off and try to move on.”

         “Move on? Hotch that was the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had in my entire life. You’ve ruined me for other men, I’m going to have to be celibate now!” Apparently, there must be a little bit of the aphrodisiac still working if I’m this loose-lipped. “Wait, no, that came out wrong. I don’t know why I said that. Ignore that. Y/N shut the fuck up!” I grumble.

         “Y/N, can I be honest with you?”

         “Well, I’m apparently being very honest with you, so go right ahead.”

         “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.” My brain short circuits as I process what he’s saying.

         “Wait, what?! And you never thought to ask before we get dusted with a freaking sex drug???” I screech and he laughs.

         “It’s not my fault your oblivious! Sometimes I wonder how you’re a damn good profiler when you can’t see what’s happening right in front of your face.” He fires back, and I get sheepish before saying,

         “So, you like me?”

         “I think that’s pretty obvious.” He says, looking me up and down.

         “Don’t look at me like that or we’re going to have sex again,” I mutter.

         “So, you like me too?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, and holding back a smile.

         “Have you been paying attention at all? I wasn’t exactly an unwilling participant in this. Sometimes it was just me talking, not the sex drug.” I look at the ground, embarrassed again. He lifts my chin up with his pointer finger and says gently,

         “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed. You shouldn’t be either, okay? And for the record, you’ve ruined other women for me as well. I want you – you and only you.” He searches my eyes and I smile up at him.

         “Okay,” I say plainly.

         “Okay?”

         “So, what does that make us, fuck-buddies or…”

         “I was hoping girlfriend.” I suck in a breath and nod quickly not trusting myself to speak and he smiles before leaning in and kissing my bruised lips. “Now come on, we need a drink.”

         “We look like we’ve been attacked,” I say, grinning.

         “Well, I hope you brought a turtleneck.”

         “It’s June. In Georgia. You know damn well I didn’t bring a turtleneck.” I say, smacking his shoulder lightly.

         We were both still running a fever from the drug, so he opts for shorts and a t-shirt, most of the marks I left on him covered save for several hickeys on his neck. I settle on a tank top and shorts; even though I definitely look worse for wear. My bite mark bandages are on full display, finger-shaped bruises on my inner thighs, and a trail of hickeys starting at the top of my neck that disappears into my shirt. Hotch smirks when he sees me.

         “Admiring your handiwork?”

         “Yes, I am.” He says smugly, offering me his hand as we walk to the bar together.

-

         “Oh shit, the team is here. Do you think they heard us?”

         “Y/N, I think everyone in the tri-state area heard us.” He said, kissing the top of my head. We make our way over to them and I hear Morgan ask,

         “How many rounds do you think they’re at now?” Morgan asks, chuckling, already a few drinks in.

         “I think that’s an inappropriate question considering the circumstances,” I say stiffly from behind the team.

         “Oh shit,” Morgan says, turning around. “Y/N. Hotch. It’s so great to see you two alive.”

         “Ha ha, very funny.” I know I look like I’ve been hit by a train.

         “Y/N, uh! Hey! You want a drink?” Emily asks and I watch as her eyes flit over me, widening when she sees all the marks Hotch has left.

         “That would be perfect.” She gets up and goes to the bartender, and Hotch and I take a seat on the bench on one side of the table. It’s very quiet and awkward. “Oh, and Morgan, to answer your question, sixteen rounds.” Morgan’s eyes grow wide as dish plates and the whole table is howling. Em comes back with my drink and beer for a Hotch and the awkwardness is forgotten as we finally fall into easy conversation. The peace is broken by Spencer, who asks,

         “Y/N, why do you have two bandages on your shoulder?” He’s twirling a straw in his hands, brows furrowed.

         “Well, someone, may have bitten my shoulder too hard and broken the skin,” I say, grinning, and Reid coughs in surprise.

         “Well, someone, scratched the ever-living shit out of my back and broke the skin, so I think we’re even, sweetheart.” He says, smiling.

         “Ugh, get a room you too!” Rossi exclaims.

         “They already did!” JJ exclaims and we all laugh at that. Twenty minutes later and I’m yawning into my drink, the activities of the day now catching up with me.

         “Okay, guys, I’ve gotta get my girlfriend to bed, so we’re taking off,” Hotch says, finishing his drink and setting it down. It’s dead silent at the table before Em says,

         “Okay, everyone who bet they wouldn’t get together after that, pay up.” Everyone groans save for Reid, who probably calculated the odds and bet in our favor. We laugh and bid them goodnight, leaving Emily and Reid to count their newfound riches.

#hotch x y/n #hotch x reader #hotch #hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #criminal minds

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter thirteen

close to home | chapter thirteen

plot: the reader helps out when disaster strikes, and works diligently to keep the prison safe

series masterlist Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,266 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading! Sorry updates haven’t been quicker, recovery has eaten away at a lot of my time and I’ve been focusing on getting healthy, hopefully I’ll be able to update more regularly soon!

Gunshots pulled you from your sleep, and you sat up. You didn’t know if it was just in your dream, but when they echoed around the cell block again, you knew they were real. Tora started growling at the noise, and you grabbed your gun and machete. 

You closed the cell door behind you, effectively keeping Tora from harm's way before you took off. You were only dressed in a pair of men's boxers you found in the clothing bin, a tank top, and socks. Everyone in the cell block was only just waking up for the day. As you stumbled down the stairs, Glenn was yelling at you. 

“It’s coming from cell block D. We gotta get in there!” 

“Where’s Maggie?” You followed after him, dodging people running left and right. 

“On watch,” He replied. 

You had no other questions and didn’t hesitate to follow Glenn out of C and into the courtyard. Both Tyreese and Sasha were on your tails. Rick and Daryl were running to join you, and you all rushed into the chaos in D. 

You barely had time to react before a walker grabbed you, spit and blood drooling from its mouth. Its face was covered in blood, and flesh was caught in its teeth. Your stomach dropped at the sight of it, and you quickly put the walker down. 

People screamed in fright, and as flesh was torn from their bodies, gunshots echoed through the chamber. You saw Rick ushering people towards the door, but you didn’t stop to help. At least a dozen or so walkers were terrorizing the cell block, and you worked to help Daryl, Tyreese, and Sasha clear it. At that point, Carol arrived and jumped in to help you.

“(Y/N), with me,” Daryl told you, headed towards the stairs. You quickly followed behind him and looked for any walkers on the second level. You could hear Sasha and Tyreese yelling that the rooms were clear downstairs.

You were a few feet behind him when a walker popped out of a cell and grabbed ahold of you. In shock, you dropped your gun and struggled against it. Before you had time to react further, an arrow pierced its skull, pulling you to the ground. 

“You good?” Daryl asked you, reaching out a hand to help you up. He turned to look at the walker and sighed, “That’s Patrick,”

Rick and Glenn joined you upstairs to assess the damage, and within a few minutes, you realized that Patrick didn’t have any bite wounds, making him patient zero. Your head swooned, and you continued down the hallway to see what else was up here. 

At the end of the hallway was the last cell, door closed. A walker approached the bars, trying its hardest to get to you. Your stomach dropped when you saw its face, and you called over Rick. One of the newer doctors was there as well, and you two shared a look at the scene before you. 

“What is it?” Rick asked. 

You wiped the blood from your forehead as Dr. Caleb explained what likely happened to him. You also said, “It’s like a pressure in the lungs, like a soda can. It’s gotta come out somewhere. What do you think, Caleb, some type of flu?”

He nodded slowly, “I don’t see what else it could be.”

“I had a sick pig,” Rick said, “It died quickly. You think from the same thing?”

“That’s how things like this usually spread,” Dr. Caleb said. 

You took a few steps back and forth and then looked at Rick, “We need to call a council meeting. Now.”

***

You sat with Carol, Daryl, your uncle, Glenn, and Sasha at the table. You’ve spent the last ten minutes arguing about the best thing to do. Most of you agreed with quarantining those exposed, but some worried about if it was too late and if it would actually work.  

“We have to watch for symptoms,” Your uncle said, “We need to set up a place for them. We can’t go in there, and they can’t stay here.”

“Cellblock A,” You offered. 

“Death row, what an upgrade,” Glenn muttered. 

You sighed, still coated in blood from the attack. “We need to do this now. We can’t just sit around and wait for this thing to spread. And we need to clean up. This blood is even more infected than it already is.”

***

An hour later, you were helping Daryl dig holes for the body. You were sweating buckets, and the gloves and mask didn’t help. It had to have reached 105 degrees by now, and you were feeling like you’d been out in the sun too long. You were only two graves in when Rick approached you guys. 

You didn’t tune into their conversation; you just focused on the repetitive digging motion. But after a few minutes, you heard Maggie scream for Rick. Both you and Daryl dropped your shovels and raced after Rick. A few people had already converged at the failing fence, and you wasted no time getting to Sasha and helping her. 

Blood sprayed out each time you stabbed a walker through the fence. You were moving as quickly as you could beside Sasha, but it seemed like a new walker appeared every second and was pushing forward. The fence was hanging dangerously low, and anxiety swarmed you. If it fell, you’d all have to run for your lives. 

“(Y/N).”

You turned to Sasha, who had looked at something on the ground for a second. After killing another walker, you walked over to her, and your eyes widened. “Are those…”

“Are you guys seeing this,” Sasha yelled over the noise, “Someone’s feeding these things.”

Rick yelled your name, and you turned, horror filling your expression as the fence pushed further in. Both you and Sasha dropped your weapons and ran over, trying to help keep the fence up. 

“This isn’t working!” You yelled over the moaning. 

“Back up, everyone, back up,” Daryl yelled. He was closest to you and grabbed your arm, pulling you from the fence. 

Thankfully it didn’t fall right away, but if it kept being pushed, it wouldn’t make it till sunset. 

“Daryl, get the truck….” Rick said. 

Your head swooned, and you didn’t listen to the rest of what he was saying. Your head was aching, and you couldn’t catch your breath. You blamed it on the heat and took a few deep breaths before rejoining the group, where a plan was already in motion. 

You stayed with Sasha and Glenn at the fence while Daryl and Rick took your jeep into the field beyond the fence. Your stomach was unsettled at the plan, but you knew something had to be done. And if the sickness was being spread by the animals, they weren’t safe to have around anyway. Still, killing them like that felt disgusting. 

“Come on, let’s get the posts up,” Glenn said. 

Neither you nor Sasha replied as you worked diligently to get the wooden posts up against the fence. You felt like you were sweating more than usual, and your grip kept slipping off the posts. Sasha eyed you for a moment. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. Glenn looked over at you too. 

“I’m okay, I’m okay…” You trailed off as your head swooned again. Your legs went wobbly, and you leaned against the inner fence. “I just think it’s the sun….” You trailed off. Black spots filled your vision, and you lost your balance. You lost consciousness before your head hit the ground.

#daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl fanfiction #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

[kumezyzo]

Hey! Love all your work, could you do a scene where sapnap and reader are roommates for a while and eventually he kisses them on a random night and they’re super awkward cute the day after😭😭 sort of like a new girl jess and nick type thing

tysm!!

so, ive literally never watched new girl 😭😭 but i hope this is to your standards 😊

this is me after writing it... i made it more angsty before the fluff. please forgive me 😭😭

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

you and roommate!sapnap started rooming together as to be able to pay rent. you met through a mutual friend who knew you were both looking for a roommate. neither of you are friends with this person anymore, tho lol

when you moved in together, you kinda avoided each other and minded your own business. you knew he was a gamer because who else stayed up that late yelling into a mic. but it was fine because he paid for a large part of the rent.

then, one night, the power went out.

you heard a knock on your door as you tried to flick your desk light back on. you got up and opened the door in confusion.

"hey, did your power go out too?" sap asked, peering into your room with his hands playing with the hem of his hoodie.

"yeah, i guess," you said, stepping out to look around the apartment. he followed after you as you took note that the microwave and oven were both missing the blinking green time.

"shit, i thought i did something," he joked, looking around awkwardly. you gave him a pity laugh, moving to go back to your room. he followed behind you. "did you wanna... hang out? my pc died, and i don't really have anything else to do..."

and that started the more-than-acquaintances relationship between you and roommate!sapnap. you two went out for a walk in hopes of coming back when the power came back and had a normal conversation for the first time. and as time went on, you got closer.

quarantine was definitely the turning point for you and roommate!sapnap. you were spending the most time together and truly enjoying eachothers company. and that's when it was hard for him to hide his streaming from you.

roommate!sapnap made sure to ask if you wanted his stream to know about you and respected whatever decision you made. and when his viewers learned you were his roommate, they truly started to love you from your few appearances.

and obviously, that led to roommate!sapnap telling you about dream and george. they already knew about you... and he got to introduce you to them over Discord. he was glad to see you get along with them.

you and roommate!sapnap even started cuddling when you'd watch movied together. it started off with you sharing a blanket. then you would lean on his shoulder. then his arm would naturally curl around your waist.

but then the months of this bliss ended. and roommate!sapnap told you he was dropping out of college.

"so... i was thinking..." he trailed off as you took your last bite of your burrito bowl. it was his idea to get Chipotle for dinner.

"mhmm?" you hummed playfully, urging him to continue.

"i was thinking about dropping out..." he said, looking at your face diligently for a reaction. your chewing stopped abruptly as you stared at him blankly for a moment. then you looked away, swallowing your food. it suddenly turned sour.

you took a sip of your water, "when did you come up with this?"

"I'm making more money now than i would if i finished school," he shrugged, looking away from you. "and... dream asked me to move in with him."

"and... you said yes?" you asked, sadly. he nodded. "wow, you ready to get rid of me so soon." you joked, smiling painfully at him.

"no, no," he immediately denied, catching you off guard. he moved closer to you. "i really like living with you. like... really like it."

you smiled at him softly now, "well, it was a nice run then." he nodded solemnly, and you began to get up slowly, throwing away your trash.

when you started to walk back into your room, roommate!sapnap grabbed your wrist. it was a suprise when he lightly pulled you closer to him. your stomach erupted into butterflies being so close, face to face with him.

"i like you," he basically whispered. you searched his eyes to see if he was lying. but it didn't seem like he was. "i just needed to tell you that..."

you nodded, your eyes on his lips. and before you could think, your lips were against his. and you weren't sure who started it. all you knew was that you liked how soft his lips were. they were as plump as you thought they'd be.

then, roommate!sapnap pulled away and looked at you with a dazed expression before pecking your lips again and running off to his room. he left you sufficiently surprised and conflicted.

the next morning, you were sure you had dreamed it all up. but then you remembered how he was truly planning on moving to florida. and he kissed you, and you weren't sure if you could see him again so soon.

you walked out of your room to go to the bathroom, heat rushing through you when you passed his door. when you brushed your teeth, you felt a pang of hurt looking at his toothbrush, knowing it would be gone if he did leave.

and you were more than surprised when you saw roommate!sapnap already in the kitchen, drinking from a half empty water bottle. you both froze, remembering the kiss you shared just the night before. you gave him a nod of acknowledgment before starting on your morning coffee.

you knew he was staring at you as you poured yourself your morning coffee. your face was hot, and you felt every slight movement he made. you sat away from him, scared that if you got any closer, you'd maybe scare him away.

but roommate!sapnap decided he should say something to ease the silence.

"about the kiss..." he started, and you glanced at him briefly, trying to engulf yourself in the brewed drink. "i didn't hate it..."

you felt more butterflies in your stomach, starting batting against your ribcage. "i... didn't either."

he nodded, although you barely saw it out of the corner of his eye. "did you want to... do it again... maybe...?"

roommate!sapnap you couldn't stop kissing you after you gave him the greenlight. you giggled against him when he groaned something along the lines off, 'i was dreaming about this all night.'

but he truly couldn't stop after that day. it was easy with the cuddling and the night walks and talks. but he was actually moving out soon. so he took it upon himself to make a real move.

"will you be my girlfriend?" he asked you randomly as you two cleaned up the snacks you laid out for movie night.

you turned to him, shocked. "i thought... aren't we... isnt that what this is?"

his eyebrows furrowed as he thought for a second, a pout forming on his lips as he crossed his arms. you laughed, walking over to him and planting a peck on his lips.

"i would love to be your girlfriend," you told him, making him look away shamefully. "took you long enough to ask."

he rolled his eyes playfully, "whatever," he laughed, kissing you deeply.

although it was an end of an era, you both knew it would work out. you two would make it work out.

i lowkey hate this so much. i hope you enjoyed it, tho. -Nony

p.s. free palestine

#sapnap #anon #asks #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #dteam #sapnap x y/n #sapnap fluff #sapnap imagines #sapnap x reader fluff #fluff #dream team fluff #bf!sapnap

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Craving the wild side

Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: AOB, mentions of medical things, mentions of needles, mentions of abuse, feral alphas, light swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mental health issues

Feral alpha AU

Case file No.5643

Cases name: Dean Winchester

Cases D.O.B January 24, 1979

Cases age: 45

Background:

Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was found in the underground raid in a place called ‘Ascended’ raid was completed by head officer Jody Mills (alpha) and her team on November 14th 2022. Dean Winchester (feral alpha) was placed in quarantine and given appropriate medical attention before moved to the Alphas corp building 203 on January 10th 2023. First assign to Dr Harper (female, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatments remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Second assigning to Dr Freeman (male, beta) unresponsive to methods and treatment, remains in a ‘feral’ state transfer required. Now on head of the Dean Winchester case Dr Y/L/n, waiting for report and outcome

Signed by head of department Carver Edlund

You walked quickly down the white hall, this was your first day on the Winchester case. You had your tablet in hand and your assistant Charlie behind you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked and you kept your eyes ahead. You were nervous, hell you might have a breakdown before going in, but you were determined to help this alpha.

“I am sure” you nodded heading to his room. The guard nodded his head in a greet and opened the door. Charlie said her goodbyes and departed as you were checked for anything on your person before heading into a small room. You didn’t know what to expect, all feral alphas were different. Dean Winchester sat in the corner where his bed was. His mattress was on the floor and his frame was obviously thrown against the wall and discarded. You gulped slightly thankful for the glass between you both.

“Morning Mr Winchester” you said through the mic but he didn’t respond.

“My names Dr Y/L/n, I’ll be your-“ you stopped your sentence when green eyes met yours. Your breath got caught in your throat as he stared at you.

“Your head officer” you finished nodding as you tapped at your tablet. His hair was unkept and long, his beard obviously grown, he was also wearing no clothes, but the way his legs were kept everything covered. You read over the other Drs notes, not many treatments worked with him, especially with the glass there. One of the Drs went in, got a response just not the best one and ended up in the medical department, while Dean was tranquillised.

You stood nodded to the guard who opened Deans door. You walked in minding the thrown bed and kept your distance. Dean was watching you like a hawk, he didn’t blink often and made sure to watch every movement you made as you grabbed a discarded pillow and sat down.

“I am Dr Y/l/n” you said.

“I’m a part time soon to be full time officer here I’ve worked three cases in my last five years you will be my fourth” you hoped to gain some conversation with him.

“I live nearby the facility at a farm house owned by my parents, I have 3 cows, 2 sheep and 6 chickens there and a dog named Champ” you watched his eyes peek with interest and you took it as a good sign.

“Dean do you know your age?” You started questions. He nodded and you felt a little relief go through you.

“Do you know where you are?” You asked and he nodded again.

“Some of these questions may be hard or triggering, I will take in account your response and try to avoid them or the topic for the time being till you’re ready” you said tapping on your tablet to get the questionnaire.

“You were found in a place called ‘ascended’ one of the lesser known underground black markets” you stopped checking to see his response but got nothing.

“Officer Jody Mills got you and five other alphas out, did you know or have any relation to the other alphas there?” You asked and saw him tense but shake his head.

“Ok, it says you were a pleasure alpha, house alpha, as well as use and abuse as well as fighter” you winced at the words.

“Are these correct?” You asked and he nodded.

“Do you know what ascended is? In the underground establishments?” You asked and he nodded.

“Did you have many omega owners?” You said and he snapped his head to you. You jolted a bit in surprise as his eyes darkened. You noted that quickly and went to move onto a next question but it was too late. The alpha had crossed the room quickly and pinned you under him, hand on your neck. He didn’t squeeze though just kept his hold as he stared you down. The guards came in shock guns aimed as you held a hand up to stop them.

“Don’t!” You said looking at the alpha. His eyes were swirling with feral emotions, he was breathing harshly but he didn’t harm you.

“He won’t hurt me” you said quietly hoping you were correct. He leant down swiftly, pressing his nose to your scent gland before a disapproving growl left him. The guards shot them and stunned him off the shock going to you also. You jolted a bit your breath getting knocked out of you. Dean was quick to recover though as a guard went to help you up, the alpha body slammed him to the ground and began to punch him. Despite the helmet Dean kept punching knuckles bloodying as he went. He was torn off, shocked again and you were dragged out. You were pissed smacking the guard off you.

“You idiot!” You snapped and the guard was taken aback.

“He wasn’t hurting me he was trying to find my scent!” You glared at the guard through the mask and sighed.

“He growled Dr” she said.

“Because he wouldn’t be able to smell me due to the implant” you sighed rubbing your neck from the shock that went through you.

“He hasn’t had progress in months! He was responsive to me and now we’ve thrown him in a corner!” You sighed making her leave the room. You looked at his unconscious form on the bed and sighed quietly.

Next part ->

#alpha Dean #Dean Winchester #x reader #aob #supernatural #au #feral alpha #Dean x reader #alpha Dean x reader #feral au

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IGNORE THE FACT IVE LIKED LIKE HALF OF YO STUFF BUT;

I know you've talked about what would happen if v1 died but what would happen if Gabe died?

waaaa no worries fr it makes me so happy to see someone enjoying all of my silly posts!!!!

but ooughh...gabe dying is interesting to me, since like. first it seems that's the direction canon will ultimately take but also because v1's reaction to it would be its only encounter with grief. it is a machine made to kill, a machine made to be surrounded by death and to actively the thrive the more life is destroyed around it, but it found a unique connection in gabriel...yet it cannot understand how to save him, it does not have the options he does. nothing in its computer is remotely prepared to experience this or to help, to do anything as gabriel dies. it only knows how to kill, it only knows how to achieve what's already happening in front of it, gabriel's death likely something that would be quick and violent. the ways v1 was taught. it could scramble again to give blood, but what happens if v1 has none to give itself? what happens when gabriel stays its hands, telling it that it can't die for him. everything in its mind screams at it to do something, to save him, but it's entirely still as no files are found. it is empty. it has nothing for him. it failed to protect him, that's the only way it ever could have prevented this. gabriel is gone, he won't speak or move anymore, and v1 knows this so well. this is everything it is. so why does it feel new?

like i've mentioned before, v1 is endlessly adaptable, it is meant to improve and forever move forward, but this scenario sees that endless march half stalled. a processor deep in its mind stops, it loops on gabriel, it wants to see him, to hear him, to spend time with him. and v1 can't fix that, gabriel woven so deeply into itself that that he's forever with it even as v1 logically understands his death. still, that processor asks for him, it's time to see him, it's time to talk to him, it's time to fight him. v1 cannot meet its demands. this is its grief, a processor that stays with gabriel even in his absence. and i think v1 deals with it by setting up its base beside him, creating a permanent residence for itself nearby his body. it's not truly sated by this, by sitting beside what's left of him, by checking on him and being sure that nothing has disturbed him. it doesn't want to move him, it doesn't want to add anything of his to its collection, it just wants to stay there. it continues going out, it hunts for blood and to create its limitless war, but it comes "home" far more than it once did. and it's shutting down more, soon realizing it's because it's working harder - its computer is running at a higher output now, it has been ever since gabriel died and it's getting worse.

because grief makes no sense in a war machine. grief is a fatal error. it should excise him, it should remove everything gabriel was to it to save itself from sure failure....but it can't. he is too important, a part of too many memories to be taken away and besides, v1 has no interest in forgetting him. the grief spreads, hopping to new processors because v1 has no way of stopping this either, no protocols to handle this just as with gabriel's death. and i essentially have two ways i think this could go - v1 eventually does create a program that can quarantine that grief, treating it essentially as a system virus it can't actually clear but instead disconnecting the processors that have been infected by it. it numbs it, basically cutting off the emotion related to gabriel's memory and losing the love that it had (or at least shutting it off from itself). this causes instability in its programming and a slow down since it's lost vital processing power, but it could move forward in this instance with adjustments (likely testing its new state extensively in the cybergrind). or, in a much more romantic option, v1 does nothing to stop the slow spread of grief through its system and its computer is eventually corrupted by it. v1 is confined to a smaller and smaller radius around gabriel's grave until it really is only guarding it, thoughts cycling endlessly on protecting him in a way it once failed to do. like a ghost for a machine, unable to execute any other script. as that corruption reaches a critical point, v1's mind tries to believe that it doesn't know what happens to an angel when it dies. maybe gabriel is somewhere. maybe he can come back one day. so it ultimately decides to enter a powersave mode, to go into stasis in its little nest right beside him, in hopes that if he ever returns, he will find v1 too. it goes to sleep hoping one day to be woken up by him.

#WHAT IF I CRIED REAL HARD #the thing is v1 has no options to revive him #UNLESS...it itself found a way to heaven but the metaphysical is still a bit hard for it #and it may still have fewer options since gabriel's death is much different from its own #ANYWAYS...its computer just gets stuck with this. it knows it should do something. #but no one ever told it how. no one ever told it anything about this. #cake answers #v1 #gabriel #character death mention #secret third option: v1 unlocks enraged mode and blows up hell

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Dear Eddie Part Two: Question?

Summary: after coming back from "the dead" Eddie adjusts to life as a dad

Warnings: slight smut, mentions of Eddie's quarantine trauma, scars, baby making, pregnancy tests, dad!Eddie

Word Count: 4.6k

Part 1 | Part Two | Part Three coming soon

Trying to tell their friends that Eddie was alive and back and just in hiding under the sheriffs recommendation was hard… they had more questions than anyone expected and Eddie does his best to beat around the bush and save face. Gareth doesn’t drop it for about a month, Dustin convinces Jeff early on and the new, younger members of hellfire who’ve heard so much about him over the years are just happy to meet him. 

However, just as soon as they got him back, Eddie was telling them about his thoughts on moving out of Hawkins. He didn’t feel that safe here anymore, he’s already gotten a few looks and it didn’t matter that Police Chief Powell did a conference about his charges being dropped… the story changed a third time and it became town knowledge that he was a victim that also survived, much like Max Mayfield, it just took a while for him to heal. 

Most people believed it, his new look really helped, too, he seemed like just a normal guy and people didn’t immediately recognize him… he still wanted to move. 

It wasn’t just about him anymore, however, he had a son and a girlfriend with lives and friends and a whole support system they depended on in his absence. He couldn’t tear them away from that just so that he felt un-judged. 

The weirdest part of Y/N’s life without him was how she shared a bedroom with Wayne… for 2 years the two of them had twin beds side by side, seeing as she slept all night while he was at work and then he slept all day while she was either at work or with the baby… it was how they lived in the tiny trailer all together and they loved it. He just thought it was a little weird and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t the tiniest bit jealous. 

He wasn’t around for 2 years, Wayne’s not a bad-looking dude… Eddie’s heard him bring ladies home before, he knows he’s a good man, he wouldn’t be surprised if she ever got with him or wanted to while he wasn’t there… and he can’t say he blames her. If she needed some loving while he was away, who is he to tell her what was wrong? She deserved to always be loved. 

He’s only been home a week, Jamie is asleep in the next room, they just finished cleaning up from the day and made their way back into the main bedroom and his mind couldn’t stop wondering when he sees the beds together yet again. 

So he asks. “Did you sleep with Wayne?” 

“Ew, oh my god?” She feels disgusted, trying to keep her voice down. “Why would you even ask that?” 

“Your beds are pushed together?” He points at the two twins side by side. 

“It’s a tiny room? We have separate blankets and schedules, we’ve never slept in here at the same time,” she confirms. “I would never fuck your uncle?” 

“Okay,” he whispers, telling her to keep her voice down with just his eyes, “I’m sorry… I just, I didn’t expect you to know the truth about me being away and I always thought you’d move on from—

“You’re an idiot,” she doesn’t sugar coat it. “Buddy, I’ve been so in love with you this whole time I couldn’t sleep with anyone else if you paid me. I was devastated without you, it sent me into labour thinking you were dead. No one, nothing, not even my own two hands have touched me down there in your absence.” 

His brows raise and his eyes grow impossibly wide, “seriously?” 

She nods, eyes rolling with a sigh. “Yeah, I kinda don’t have the time or the interest, honestly. I mean… I didn’t…” she walks over to him carefully, hand on his chest as she looks up into his eyes, “you wanna make use of these beds being pushed together?” 

“Oh, please?” He swoons, “I’ve wanted you every day for so long… I honestly don’t know a day where I didn’t want you.” 

“What if…” she presses her lips together, searching for the words to say but they don’t follow. “Never mind. It’s crazy.” 

“No, tell me?” He begs, brushing her hair back and cupping her face. 

“What if we had another baby? What if you could be here for it this time and we can get that house you’ve been talking about, but we just go a bit north, not too far out of Hawkins, just closer to the boys while they’re in college?” She references his friends, who were now more her friends than anything. 

“Yeah,” he’s on board right away. “I mean, I don’t know if it’ll work… I’ve been through a lot, but we can try?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“They did a million and one tests on me when I came back up to the real world,” he whispers. “I don’t know what that did to my swimmers…” 

“Oh,” her face drops. “What kind of tests? Were you sick? Were they just scared you were exposed to something?” 

“You haven’t seen it yet,” he whispers. “You don’t know how bad it was and I’m afraid to show you.” 

“Show me,” it’s more of an order than a request. “What did they do to you?” 

He steps back and raises his palms towards her, “be forewarned, it wasn’t the doctors. You know what Dustin told you about the upside down? It’s like Hawkins but dark and gross and awful and there are monsters down there… these horrific bat things swarmed me, they attacked me, they tried to eat me but it all worked like a hive mind so as soon as Nancy damaged the puppet master, they all died. And then I almost did.” 

She stares at him like he has two heads, looking at all his already exposed skin— his neck, arms and face were all unharmed… “what did they do?” 

He peels his shirt off carefully, the original wounds and skin graft surgery scars had healed a long time ago, “I’m thinking about tattooing a new nipple on,” he tries to make it funny. But it’s not. She doesn’t find it funny in the slightest. “I hate that they bit off my favourite nip.”

“Why didn’t they take Steve too?” She asks first over everything. “He was bit too, he told me about it. Dustin told me how you lost so much blood in his arms he couldn’t find a pulse that’s the only reason they left you down there but Steve must’ve been infected too if he was bit the way he described, why didn’t he get taken by the scientists?” 

“It took them 3 days to come back for me,” he explains, revealing the harsh truth no one else clued her in on. She thought he was just down there for a few hours, she thought they brought him up and he was taken to the hospital right away… 

“I was exposed to so much, like Will, and I had no one to negotiate the terms while I was unconscious unlike how he had his mom. And the lab. If I could’ve stayed here and just gone to the lab every few days for checkups I would’ve preferred that.” 

“We all would’ve,” she feels angry. Like so much more than just time was stolen from them. 

“I’m back now, though… and I would like to try if you still want to?” 

“For another baby?” She softens right up. “Really?” 

He nods, “I knew on my way to your last address that I wanted to pick up where we left off, I wanted to marry you and have babies with you in a town we’ve never been to before… but I think staying here and expanding the family we already have before getting married is still good.” 

“Me too,” she steps back into his space and wraps her arms around his neck, chest to chest, “thats not me say yes either, big guy. You’ve still gotta ask.” 

“I will,” he smiles, hands at her waist slowly making their way down to her hips. “Later,” and then her ass where he pulls her in tighter. “Sex hasn’t changed at all in the last 3 years, right? 

She laughs, “as if I know? If I remember correctly, even without any experience you were still wonderful… I can just imagine what 2 years of thinking about me does.”

“Oh the thoughts I’ve had,” he picks her up and turns them towards the bed, tossing her down on the mattress as the two of them scramble to get up to the pillows before grabbing at each other again. She holds his face in her hands as he lunges for her lips, kissing her with so much passion and want. 

Her hands wander down his neck, over his shoulders where his skin is so impossibly warm still. She lets her hands explore his skin, the new textures are interesting, but he’s still the same underneath it all.

She breaks the kiss to look at his chest, staring between them as she runs her fingers over the scar tissue, “I think it’s cool, and sexy, and proves just how strong you are.” 

“Can I just be soft and loving tonight?” He asks completely earnestly. “I don't have it in me to pretend anymore.” 

“Yeah,” it almost breaks her heart. “Let go, baby, you’re safe with me.” 

—

Eddie gets a job at the rebuilt Star Court mall, he runs the record store with pretty good pay and decent hours, meaning she can take fewer shifts and watch Jamie more. They even start house hunting on Eddie’s day off, they have a favourite that they want to put a bid on, they just need Wayne to check it out too, seeing as he’s coming with them. 

She wouldn’t even dream of continuing to raise her family without him, Papa Wayne is the best grandpa in the whole state. Today he wakes up a bit early before his shift so the three of them can go look at the house, and maybe hit the grocery store on their way home, Wayne will do anything for the chance to spoil his grandson with sweets. 

He drives them out of town, Jamie in his car seat in the back, she keeps turning around to try and peak at him to make sure he’s safe and okay, Wayne eventually places his hand on her kneecap and rubs his thumb on her gently. “He’s fine, what’s got you so nervous?” 

“I uh,” she takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel good…”

His brows raise but his eyes stay on the road, “what kinda not feelin’ good?” 

“Like the possibly knocked-up again kind of not feelin’ good…” she admits, “we agreed to try again if we’re moving and have the space so that he can experience it all this time and Jamie would be a big brother… please don’t be mad at me.” 

She suddenly feels like a kid again, afraid to lose her support because she wanted to have another one of Eddie’s babies. But he shuts those fears down real quick.

“You’re 22,” he reminds her, giving her knee another squeeze of approval. “And already a wonderful mom, if we’re gonna have the space now, I think it’s going to be a nice addition to what we got goin’ on already.” 

“Me too, thank you,” she relaxes into the seat finally, staring out at the road with a smile. “I’m so surprised how easy it’s been to transition back into life with him like he’s never been gone… and James loves him so much it’s amazing.” 

“It’s his instincts,” Wayne explains. “That boy knows his daddy, blood or not, Eddie took one look at him and Jamie knew he was safe.” 

“Like Eddie with you,” she reminds him. “I never really got to thank you for taking him in when we were little, I mean I was so mad he moved away to Hawkins but you saved him from being hurt anymore and I’ll never be able to thank you enough.” 

“You don’t need to,” he’s always had a hard time taking compliments and praise. “How would you feel if I thanked you for making my family bigger? Huh?” 

She smiles, shaking her head with a slight laugh, “I’d say you’re welcome 'cause I know you mean it, ya old grump. Take a compliment, you’re a wonderful dad to an equally wonderful dad.” 

“Shut up,” he takes his hand off her knee to wipe his face, “you’re too nice, no wonder he keeps getting you pregnant.” 

She smacks his arm lightly, “hey!” 

“I’m kidding,” he can’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t mind having a hundred grandkids.” 

“Good, 'cause I want as many as I can have with him,” she’s honest. “I love how much Jamie looks like us, I wanna see every little face we can make together.” 

—

“What’s it say?!” Eddie’s practically on top of her when she comes out of the bathroom. 

Wayne on the other hand gives her some space, holding Jamie in his arms as they all wait to see if she’s pregnant again. It’s such a lovely, yet suffocating change from the last time she was in this situation. The last time she was so alone it was terrifying, now she’s surrounded by her 3 favourite boys. 

“It needs time, I just left it in there we’ll go back in and get it soon,” she explains, holding Eddie around his middle in a quick hug. “I really hope I am… I’m already thinking about what I want to do with the baby’s room at the new place.” 

“So we're getting it?” Eddie turns to Wayne, wanting to know all of his thoughts. 

“We’re putting in an offer, yeah,” he confirms with a smile. He turns to Jamie and bounces him so he laughs, “this little guy loved the backyard swing and I was thinking I could build him a slide, or a sandbox for his trucks?” 

James lights up, “yeah!” 

“Yeah!” Eddie and Y/N smile back at him, reaching out to take a hand of his each and shake them lightly. “You’re going to have the best time in a big house, buddy,” Eddie can’t help thinking about it all and how wonderful it’ll be. 

“And a great big brother,” Y/N adds.

“Papa will teach you all about that, he was such a good big brother,” Eddie smiles at Wayne. “My mom said he was always the best, maybe you’ll get a little sister too.” 

“Good luck to all of us,” Wayne teases. “The last girl Munson we had was your mom and she was such a ball buster… I do miss her though.” 

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie sighs as he brushes Jamie's curls back, he looked so much like himself and Eddie knew he looked like his mom, so in a way, he was also looking at his mom when he looked at his son. 

“I’m going to check it,” Y/N references back to the bathroom door, “should I bring it out here or tell you or?” 

“Can I do it?” Eddie asks, “I wanna tell you if you are…” 

“Yeah, go for it,” she swoons, letting him walk off into the bathroom to find the test face down on the counter, on top of some toilet paper, waiting to be read. 

He takes a deep breath and says a small prayer in his mind, hoping whoever was listening would give him and the love of his life another baby so he could feel like a good dad finally. He wanted more than anything to be present in this little one's entire life while he still made up for his absence over the last year to James every day moving forward. He slowly flips the test, eyes closed, he bites his lip and holds his breath as he peeks with one eye.

Two lines. 

“Oh my god,” he covers his mouth in shock and runs out to her, holding the test up in the air, “oh my god!” 

“Really!?” She starts to jump up and down, waving her arms slightly before she jumps into eddies, holding him tight. “We did it!” 

As if they forget Wayne is there, they share a few kisses and congratulations, wrapped up in each other's embrace and mutual glee. “Mama’s having a baby,” they hear him explaining to Jamie, ever so sweetly. “They’re just happy, it’s not sad.” 

They both turn back to his worries that their hysterics freaked him out, “it’s so exciting, buddy,” they explain to him softly. “You’re gonna be a big brother.” 

He reaches out for his mom, jumping right into her arms and burying his face in her neck, she cups his head and sways with him, “I can’t believe we’re gonna have another one of you.”

“I can’t wait to be here for it,” Eddie’s eyes are full of tears as he watches them dance. 

Wayne pats his back, “me too,” he agrees. “I never did get to see ya all pregnant either, you think we can come to one of those cool sonogram appointments?”

“Yeah,” she nods, smiling with her whole face, “I’d love to have you there this time.” 

—

Eddie is so careful about buckling his son into his van, he double and triple checks the straps and the buckle before clocking the door and getting back into the front seat, “you ready to go?” 

“Yeah!” He cheers back. “Moo-sick?” 

“Sure thing, dude,” his heart melts as he reaches for the nob on the stereo, “let’s see what we got today…” he tunes into the closest rock station to hear one of the many fan-fucking-tastic songs that were released during his quarantine. Looking in the rearview mirror, his little boy is head-banging along to the words, holding his favourite teddy under his arm and a big smile on his face. He’s the cutest thing in the world. 

The drive is short, they are able to listen to only a song and a half but James makes them sit and wait for the song to finish, he doesn’t let his dad unbuckle him until the radio man comes back on. So Eddie turns around in his seat to look at him, “Buddy, there’s a record store here, I can show you all kinds of music?” 

He lights right up, “weally?” He can’t really say his r’s yet. 

“Yeah, come on,” he finally shuts the engine off and hops out of the van, swinging the back door open he unclips the buckle and helps his little guy to his feet. 

Holding hands they walk all the way through the parking lot together and into the mall where everyone is looking at him. He picks James up, feeling like he needs to guard his son against the oncoming looks. It was strange for them to see Eddie Munson the child murderer with his own kid, he knew that’s why they were looking. 

And everyone knew it was his kid too, obviously. But now they knew for sure. It was one thing when Y/N lived with him, the old gossip was that she was another one of Wayne’s siblings' kids that he took in, there were a few people who suspected Eddie got Y/N pregnant and then dipped, but most of them just thought Wayne was being charitable. 

“Come on bud,” he ignores the stares and the whispers and smiles at his little boy, “we need to go make a few t shirts first and then we can go get a new album and listen to it at home.” 

Up the escalator and down the hall, they finally get to the shirt printing store where Eddie heads right towards the toddler t-shirts. He sets James down and holds a shirt up to him, “this should fit you, what colour do you want?” 

“Gween!” He yells, jumping up and down while pointing at the green shirt on the wall. 

“Green it is,” Eddie laughs, standing up to reach for the green shirt in James’ size. “Follow me,” he points towards the counter, walking slowly so James can keep up. 

He places it on the counter with a smile, luckily the person working there is a teenage girl with no preconceived notions about him. “What would you like, today?” 

“Do you have any presets that say like ‘will you marry me?’ On them?” He asks carefully. “I want to dress him and then when his mom unzips his hoodie she’ll see it and I can propose.” 

“Cute,” she genuinely doesn’t care. “I think I can make that for you,” she says, flicking through the patterns in her file folder until she pulls out a basic sheet of paper with cursive text saying “will you marry me?” On it. “This good?” 

“Perfect,” he agrees, handing her the small shirt. 

She sizes it, prints the letters on white vinyl and presses it to the shirt all within a few minutes. Holding up the final product, she finally smiles, “this okay?” 

“It’s amazing, thank you so much,” Eddie’s so enthusiastic about it. He pays, the shirt is placed in a bag and he hands it to James to hold on their walk out. 

“Ready to go to the music store?” He asks, not as excited seeing as he works there 5 days a week, it’s not a new place for him.

“Yeah!” He reaches up, wanting to be held again. 

And who was he to say no? He picks his little guy up again and snuggles him close, kissing his cheek a few times, “I love you, you know that?” 

“Yeah,” he smiles, resting his head on his dad's shoulder as they walk down the hall. 

He’s never felt so right before. He used to feel he had no purpose, but holding his son, and seeing the perfect person he was able to make made everything in his life worth it. His son is everything to him, his next kid was going to be just as loved too. And they’d both grow up with married parents in a big house with a happy life, everything he always wanted, he was going to give to them. 

James wiggles out of his arms when he sees his favourite store and makes a b-line right to the headphones on the wall. “Woah there, dude, we need to pick something to listen to first.” 

“Mal-ika!” He yells, “mal-ika, mal-ika!” 

“Metallica it is,” he smiles, walking through the rock aisle on his way over to the book, taking Metallica's Master of Puppets tape off the shelf and bringing it over to his little guy who already had his headphones on, waiting to rock out. 

He could really tell his friends raised him so far, he loved heavy metal, he wanted his curly hair long, he wore little band tee’s and he was just so fucking cool. He was gonna have to thank Gareth and Jeff for keeping his memory alive through music, especially when they thought he was really gone. 

He sits there, in the booth with his son as he head-bangs along to the loud music in his headphones, thinking about his life now. It felt like yesterday he was spending a month alone in his room learning how to play Master of Puppets and then he used it to save the world and now his son wants to listen to it all the time. 

“Anything I can help you with?” His co-worker asks with a cheeky smile, knowing he doesn’t. 

“No, I’m good, Hank,” he smiles back. “We already have all these albums at home, he just likes to come in.” 

“Of course he does,” Hank enthused. “He’s the famous James Munson… one day we’re gonna have his songs in here.” 

“I hope,” Eddie holds him tight and kisses the top of his head just as he starts to drum along to the solo on the desk, “however… I think he might be a drummer.” 

“Gareth got to him,” Hank sighs, playfully. 

“He loves his uncle Gare,” Eddie understands perfectly. “But once his hands are big enough I will be getting him a guitar and teaching him everything I know… I’m a bit rusty right now, but by then I should be caught back up.” 

“And you’ll have new Metallica stuff to learn together,” Hank reminds him with a smile. 

“True,” he honestly hadn’t thought about it.

But suddenly he was even more excited to grow up alongside his kids. 

—

“Why is he so bundled up?” She asks as soon as she sees James, walking in the front door after work, exhausted. “It’s June, he’s going to sweat to death.” 

“He asked for it,” Wayne lies, shrugging. “Said he was cold.” 

“Oh no,” she gets down on her knees and cups his face, touching her lips to his forehead, “he’s not fevered… but he is warm. Let’s get you out of this, buddy,” she explains while she unzips his hoodie and peels his little arms out of it. 

It takes her a minute to read his shirt, not even registering that it’s not what she dressed him in that morning. She reads it slowly, 

“Will you marry— oh my fucking god?” 

“Ooh my fuckin’ god,” he repeats back to her, completely perfect. 

“No,” she can’t help herself from laughing as the tears start, “you can’t say that… but, oh my god?” She covers her mouth and turns to Wayne, and then the other way, towards their bedroom in the tiny trailer where Eddie was standing. 

He stepped out into the sunlight and then got down on one knee, “you told me I had to really ask… so will you marry me?” 

She didn’t think she’d be this emotional when it finally happened, she also didn’t think she’d be pregnant. She thought about this moment a lot growing up, she always imagined she’d marry him, and she always knew it would happen. Having it happen like this, however, surrounded by their family, even if it was just Wayne and James, it felt perfect. More perfect than anything she ever imagined. 

She waves him over, crying too much to get up and go to him and James was a little freaked out by the tears too. He snuggled into her chest, “mama?” 

“It’s okay, baby,” she kisses his head. “Your daddy wants me to marry him… should I do it? Should I marry daddy?” 

He nods, “marry daddy!” 

“Okay, I will,” she can’t stop smiling, overjoyed with how this all played out. 

Eddie gets on the floor beside her, wrapping them up in his arms, kissing his soon-to-be wife’s forehead and then his sons. “Can I put this on you?” He asks, showing her the simple band with 3 diamonds on it. 

“Yeah,” she nods, holding back more tears. 

He slides the rings over her finger carefully, bringing her hand to his lips he kisses her knuckles. “I can’t wait to marry you."

“Me either,” she presses a kiss right to his lips, breathing him in deeply as he holds the kiss there. 

And then James jumps in, kissing his mommy’s cheek with a giggle, slobbering on her slightly. Toddler kisses were always the wettest, but also the sweetest. They break from the kiss with matching smiles, Eddie grabs James by the waist and tickles him while she cups his little face and smothers him in kisses, making the whole trailer erupt in the purest noise known to man. 

Little happy baby giggles. A perfect example of how the rest of their lives would always be. 

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#eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

[notyour-valentine]

Lockdown Masterpiece ~ Modern!Tommy Shelby (Fluff)

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Summary: Tommy takes charge of homeschooling- it goes better than anyone could have ever imagined

Note: This was written for @cillmequick 's milestone celebration! Congratulations once again. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it!

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Covid?

Wordcount: 1328 words

Sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning, Tommy would confess that he felt like the whole world had banded against him, purposefully trying to throw every wrench possible in his works. 

The world, that had usually meant Arthur not doing what he asked him to, or Polly not approving one of his business ideas, or Finn running wild or Ada arguing about some policy or other.

Well, this time the world itself truly seemed to have conspired against her husband. 

He was someone who was constantly on the move, who was never content with doing nothing. Even his definition of rest included training horses or devouring books as if his reading capabilities had an expiration date.  

Impatience was another key attribute of his.

He had told - not asked - her the very first night they had met that he was going to marry her, had bought their house before even consulting her with the shrugged confession that if she hadn’t liked it, he’d just buy another (convincing her that he must’ve bought a few others in case), and produced a list of baby names the moment she had said she might be up for having children one day.  

Fast and forward, that was his motto in life and there truly was no stopping Tommy Shelby, until the world had stopped him. 

And for once, her husband had lacked foresight.

All the way until March, he had been convinced that all of this would just blow over, that there was no way they would truly shut down the country, let alone half the world for “ a silly cold”.

It had resulted in him having to pay a smuggler to get back into the country without quarantine because he had overstayed his trip overseas and suddenly got very nervous at the prospect of being stuck in a government issued hotel room for two weeks. 

They had isolated him - against his will and despite his arguing- in one of the rooms of Arrow House only to discover on day six that her husband had caught the virus. 

Men were never good patients and in this, like in so many other things, her husband had decided to go above and beyond. 

Luckily he had been alright in the end, with just a lingering issue with taste and smell (although that could be from the cigarettes) and a built up pile of impatience. 

Now her husband was running a global enterprise from their office, in addition to a new charitable scheme for families in need “because they fucked it up again, didn’t they?”

His increasing rage with the politicians, even prior to the pandemic, was starting to worry her, lest he get any more grand ideas. 

Sometimes he moved at such a speed it wouldn't really surprise her to wake up one morning to find out he had been made Prime Minister.

In the mean time it had been her taking care of the homeschooling of their three children. 

Eloise was eight and a half, Caroline was six and Raphael was three which meant, in theory, they were outnumbered by one as she had sent the staff home to be with their own families as soon as the pandemic truly hit. 

At least that was what she was usually doing. 

After last nights argument, however, she had the morning all to herself. 

Tommy hadn’t exactly approved her idea of schooling Caroline and Eloise in turn, an hour each before switching and had insisted it would be far more efficient to do it simultaneously. 

That was an offer too good to pass up and it also gave her a little time to get some housework done. 

After an hour she had decided that Tommy would have to give the house staff a raise (and a big one - seriously, how the hell did they do it?) and after another hour she had given up and decided they would just have to downsize and collect dust in all the rooms they really didn't need.

After three and a half hours, her curiosity got the better of her and she made her way to the dining room, which had become their make shift school room. 

She heard the giggling long before she had even opened the door. 

Her husband was right where he was supposed to be, sitting at the head of the table. 

Eloise and Caroline, however, were both kneeling on the table, sheets of papers and online excersises long forgotten. 

Raphael was the only one not sitting on large mahogany desk imported all the way Peru, instead sitting on the floor while working away eagerly on the century old parquet floor, making his mark. 

Tommy, who had discarded his suits for plain black t-shirts and jeans (as casual as he would go) after a month of lockdown, had his arms flat on the table and soon she realised why. 

At least when she saw what Raphael was clutching between his hands.

It was confirmed by the grey box that had been tipped over on the dining room table, perfectly labelled, if one had the patience to read. 

“Hello my loves!”, she greeted as she scooped her baby boy up in her arms, gently prying the dark green marker from his fingers. 

“Mummy!”, he greeted, wrapping his arms around her neck and giving her a kiss, just like he had seen his Dad do. 

“Hello Mummy!”, Caroline giggled, while Eloise at least had the decency to look caught. But not caught enough not to add the finishing touches to what she was working on.

“I see homeschooling is going well!”, she teased as she saw Tommy’s resignation.

“Don’t!”, he hissed, glancing down at his arms. 

They were pale, or rather they had once been pale apart from the darkness taken up by his countless tattoos that covered both his arms from the shoulders downward. 

Thankfully he had only ever chosen black ink, but now there was purple and green, orange and yellow, bright blue and pink, turquoise and brown all mixed together. 

“Daddy said I could use his arm for my letter practice!”, Caroline announced proudly, eagerly showing off where she had traced that part of his skin where he had immortalised all their names in order with every colour of the rainbow. 

“I see!”, she mused with the sincerity of an art critic.

“And what about you Eloise? Are you doing your maths on Daddy’s other arm?”

She shook her head, smirking.

“He said if I did it well I could colour his tattoos in.”

She must have done very well then because the other arm was just as bright as the one Caroline had traced far more than just their names. 

The horse on his shoulder was now a unicorn with a pink and purple mane, riding on a bright blue cloud. The horseshoe on his other had little yellow stars and the four leaf clover shone as green as a leprechaun. 

The gaps between the sunburst on his shoulders had been coloured in as well with stripes of blue and turquoise and the one that showed his regiment had never looked more dignified than it did now with bright pink dots on orange. 

The rose of course had received a special treatment too, while the inscription of 'family' had also been traced half a dozen times, with the added definition of "Mummy- Daddy - Ellie - Callie - Raphie" in Eloise's handwriting which was so like her father's.

“It worked as a reward.”, Tommy said in an effort to save his dignity. 

“Oh I’m sure it did!”, she said, unable to stop grinning. 

Sitting Raphael down on the table, she reached for the red marker and took the tip off with her teeth.

“Do you know what the best part is?”, she asked, after drawing a small red heart on his cheek.

He had tired to pull away at first, but soon gave up at the sight of his arms. Still he glared at her with the dark promise of revenge, which made her feel a little more tingly than it should have in the presence of her three children.

And he doesn't even know it yet!

“That you’ll take a picture to send to Ada?”, he grumbled, rolling his eyes in preparation.

“No, but that’s a good idea.”, she agreed.

“Thankfully I’ll have a lot of time to take that picture though.”

She laughing outright now, at the sight of one of the most powerful, most influential men in this country, who could inspire admiration the same way he could command terror, covered from shoulder to wrist in the brightest colours imaginable thanks to the handiwork of their little girls. 

“What?”, he asked impatiently. 

Biting her lip she leaned closer, pressing a kiss right below the heart she had drawn before leaning in to whisper the truth into his ear.

“Love, the ones in the grey box are the permanent markers.”

End.

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[sortofanobsession]

WIP Wednesday 1

911 The Bubble AU teaser...

Eddie hadn't been working at the hotel long but the work was safer than what he used to do and the pay was decent. But the pandemic had really thrown things off. He was stuck here. He talked to his kid everyday but not seeing him was tough. Sure Christopher was well looked after by his family, but it sucked. Essential worker bullshit. Was catering to a bunch of rich movie stars really his life now? He shakes his head and puts on a smile as he deals with them all one by one.

At least they were easy on the eyes. His eyes tended to drift towards one particular actor every time he was in the room. Evan “Buck” Buckley. Eddie was familiar with the guy. Christopher was a huge fan, though he hadn't seen all the guy's movies. He was still a kid after all. But Christopher was so excited his dad was meeting this cast, for this movie. It was a franchise Christopher had grown up with and Eddie hadn't hated all of them. Sure, they were derivative and somewhat pointless after so many sequels, but his son liked them so he put up with them.

“Here,” one of the actors had shoved an paper with his autograph on it. “Just don't sell it on eBay.”

“I didn't ask for-”

“Consider it a tip,” the smug prick had said.

Eddie wanted to shove it back at the guy.

“Yeah, sure my kid’s hospital bills can be paid in headshots,” he muttered.

“You have a kid?” Eddie’s head shoots up and it sends an ache through the old injury in his shoulder but he tries to hide it. He sees Evan Buckley approach the desk.

Eddie looks around. His co workers weren't around to admonish his lack of professionalism.

“Oh, Mr. Buckley, I didn't see you there,” Eddie resists the urge to straighten his uniform.

“You said your kid has hospital bills?” the actor asks. And Eddie thinks the look on the guy’s face of concern, looks genuine. But who knows.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie nods. “My son, Christopher, has CP.”

“Must suck being stuck here away from your family. Wife, kids, all that.”

“Bit presumptuous,” Eddie chuckles before he can stop himself. He clears his throat when he realizes this is absolutely an inappropriate conversation. Unprofessional. But for the life of him Eddie can't seem to shut up. Isolation must be hitting him harder than expected. “Late wife,” Eddie corrects. “And it's just one kid. Just Christopher. He's with my abuela.” Okay, yeah he was over sharing now.

Buck doesn't know why but the way the guy at reception’s ears turn red and he keeps looking around is adorable and almost as addicting as the pills he has in his suitcase. Single dad. He could work with that. But shit. Late wife, means dead wife. Buck does feel bad about that. And a kid with a birth defect. Shit.

“Shit, I am sorry man. I shouldn't have…that was real shitty of me.” Buck starts because holy shit he was trying to hit on a single dad with a- nope, Evan. You got to be PC. A kid with disabilities. And he knows he fucked up when the guy’s shoulders go tight.

“It's fine, Mr. Buckley. There was no way you could have known.”

“It's just Buck, and you were right it was presumptuous. I probably shouldn't have asked anything in the first place. This quarantine shit is a pain in the ass, but I can't imagine being stuck here away from your kid. I'm sorry, man.”

“It's, okay, really, Mr.- Buck,” Eddie corrects. “I assure you I have thicker skin than most.” Eddie nods. “And being here pays the bills. But I won't lie, it helps when guests aren't…totally out of touch.” Eddie pokes at the scrap of paper with the scribbled autograph with a pen. Earning a laugh from Buck, but he researches over and balls up the scrap.

“Yeah, that guys a prick,” Buck says.

“All part of the job,” Eddie says. “Speaking of, how can I help you, Buck?”

And Buck suppresses the urge to make a suggestive comment.

“I was wondering if I could get a few extra towels. I may have-”

“Of course,” Eddie smiles and nods. “Someone will bring them up as soon as possible.”

“Thanks, man,” Buck says, tapping a few times on the desk before he leaves.

Eddie can't bring himself to break eye contact with the handsome actor Evan Buckley backs away from him and out the room without looking away. Eddie was beyond amused.

________

Good? Bad? Want more?

I'm still trying to work some details out.

Like who from the show is an actor/crew and who works at the hotel? Like part of me thinks Bobby, Hen, and Chim would be good at the hotel because without them Buck was a wild boy. Like Hen being Pippa (because I love her attitude and she would be like "I'm eating, man!")

But then who is the cast?

Ravi I can see being an actor, but also I could see him as like Gunther: "I'm done eating but I'm okay."

But Chim being a long suffering actor that is not happy in the franchise.

Do I bring in Lucy? Bosko?

Idk...opinions?

#wip wednesday #the bubble au #buddie

[iviarellereads]

Network Effect, Chapter 17

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Murderbot Diaries, read this one!)

In which this is all a little too much, isn't it?

Designation: SecUnit 003 Barish-Estranza Explorer Task Group-Colony Reclamation Project 520972 Status:Retrieval in progress. Baseship Explorer is destroyed. Piloting shuttle to unidentified transport.

3, bless its heart, taps Perihelion requesting contact. Art asks who the fuck it is. 3 is deeply unaccustomed to AIs that think for themselves, and is afraid that non-standard contact will put its clients at risk, and it promised 2 that it would deliver them intact. It tells Art it has five of its own clients, and three of Art's, and that Murderbot 2.0 sent it. Art seizes control of the shuttle. 3 can accept that.

Ratthi and Amena meet the shuttle in the bay. 3 recognizes them from the HelpMe file, and is relieved, right up until Ratthi says Art told them 3 disabled its governor module, at which point its soul slightly leaves its body as it is WAY out of its depth.(1) At its lack of response, Art tells it in a private channel that if 3 thinks about hurting them, it will dismantle 3 to component parts before it erases its consciousness.

3 tells them that the humans need medical attention, and quarantine is recommended for the implant influence. Amena is excited and asks Art if this is its crew. Art says, only three, but it's relieved to recognize them as they come off the shuttle.

Arada arrives during the unloading. One of Art's people, Karime, says not to scan them, because they think that's how the infection spreads. Arada wonders what kind of scans that could apply to.

Amena tells Arada that 3 helped the crew escape, and now they (the Preservation crew) have to help 3. 3 is surprised that anyone would want to help a SecUnit, but Ratthi promises, they'll hide it and tell B-E it died if it wants.

3 is lost and confused and very overwhelmed with emotions it was never equipped to process.(2)

Things are moving very fast. And I have been confused, and have delayed delivering the important message. Reply: “I’m sorry, I will comply as soon as possible, but I have an important communication for someone onboard called ART.” The humans stop talking. Transport, public channel: Tell me. Reply: “The message is from Murderbot 2.0 and begins: ART, I’m going to download to the surface. Me version 1.0 is there with Overse and Thiago. They’ve found Iris, Matteo, Seth, Tarik, and Kaede—” I have to stop because the other humans become loud, then shush each other. I finish, “but 1.0 has been captured by hostiles, repeat, 1.0 is captured by hostiles.”

The humans and Art all get a little worked up over this, and nothing follows any protocol 3 can recognize or follow. While Ratthi tries to get Art to admit what the scanning-infection entails, Amena asks 3 if it has a name, or something they can call it. Feeling compelled to answer, 3 says to call it "Three." Then it remembers its governor module is defunct now, and it doesn't have to do anything.

When Art approaches the dock, communication with its remaining people is restored, and everyone's caught up on the status. Art orders all its humans to get on the maintenance capsule, but Iris wants to help her friend's friend. Art says it has it under control, but Overse says she and Thiago are in good shape, they can stay and help. Iris insists she and Matteo will help as well.

Art tells them they cannot remain on the surface, because it's armed its pathfinder drones and is holding the colony hostage until MB is returned. Everyone explodes except Ratthi, who noticed the drones in the cargo module.

3 gets overwhelmed at the speed and fervor of the conversation. But, 2 asked it what it wanted, and now it wants to help with the retrieval.(3) It tells Art it knows what to do, and can help. Art asks why. 3 says 2 showed it the HelpMe file, and… it asked what it wanted, and it wants to help. Art pauses, then says "Good."(4)

The humans are still talking, but business needs doing now.

Perihelion: Please calm yourselves and stop talking. Plan A01: Rain Destruction has been superseded by Plan B01: Distract and Extract.(5)

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(1) I wonder how 2, or indeed how Murderbot Classic, would feel watching it now. (2) Because that doesn't remind us of anyone. It's even less prepared than our MB, since it didn't figure out how to hack its governor module on its own, it didn't plan this. (3) 3 is a proof of concept. 3 is everything this series has been about. Because 3 had no reason to defy its programming, no inciting incident like MB had. But, when given a chance, it wants to help, it wants to be a good person, and use what it knows to help save life. I'm lightly emotionally compromised from fatigue right now but ahhhh my heart. (4) And then, Art's response! "Good." It wouldn't have tolerated any danger to anyone it cares about, but it would have accepted a SecUnit, a 3, who remained somewhat passive and less complex than its MB. But I can't help but feel that its gratitude for competent help, and its pride in what 2 managed to accomplish, and a bunch of other things are all adding up here. (5) Time to go watch a harrowing chapter or three and then PUNCH THE AIR because this is a RESCUE BAYBEE!

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[absolutebl]

Hi! Just finished watching Not Me some 3 days ago and then went into Theory of Love for OffGun. It was kinda clear they won't be doing any more BL tbh, like, you could feel it. What I wanted to ask is if Thai BL doesn't do justice to a couple wanting to bone, then what type of BL will? I haven't watched much so I've no clue. Am I looking for Taiwan? I guess I'm asking for good physical chemistry and good chemistry in general. Excited to see more from these actors tho, esp Gun. And yeah, I don't think they would have been able to play in Bad Buddy. OhmNanon does it differently. <3

OffGun? I wrote them a eulogy. 

I guess I'm asking for good physical chemistry and good chemistry in general.

You are looking for Taiwan. 

What can I tell you? 

It’s ALWAYS Taiwan. 

Here, will this convince you? 

Let’s see, so you want: HIStory Obsessed, HIStory 4, both HIStory 2s, both HIStory 3s (MODC is EXPLICIT, if you want boning, this is your BL, just don’t watch the last ep, stop watching as soon as they move in together), and We Best Love, Be Loved In House I Do, Love is Science?, even the lesser BLs like Because of You bring on the “oh yeah, they actually desire each other.” Christ in See You After Quarantine? they aren’t even on screen together and it’s still pretty darn clear... yes, there will be sex. 

We all expect great things from Plus and Minus. 

Just don’t expect good story, okay? 

Let’s see... Who else manages this? 

Some of Strongberry’s short stuff from Korea (like Some More, A First Love Story). Also Long Time No See, Just Friends? and Semantic Error. 

But mostly just... Taiwan. 

I mean the darker stuff from Japan can go there but honestly do you want to follow where they go? That’s the question... 

That said, watch My Beautiful Man. I mean you haffa. It’s just fucking amazing. Like Japan was all, 

“We would like to take this BL moment to remind you that we started this madness, you beetches, and this is HOW TF IT’S DONE. TAKE IT AND LIKE IT.” 

And we were all, “Thank you, Japan, may we have another?”

But in general, yes, safer to just go to Taiwan. 

The baby island will provide. 

It’s there for you. 

It’s there for all of us. 

It’s not like you have much to get through, they only have 20 or so worth watching and 40 total. 

Otherwise it’s: Love By Chance, Why R U?, Cutie Pie, TharnType, Don’t Say No, and Secret Crush On You. (Ha! Apparently either Zee, Saint, or MewGulf have to be involved. Fair cop.) 

Oh, right, any of MaxTul oeuvre will work too. 

Right *waggles hand* sally forth. 

Visit with Taiwanese BL for a while, you will not regret it. 

Oh here’s this post: 

10 BLs in Which it's Clear both Characters Wanna Bone

Here’s more on Taiwanese BL:

Taiwanese BL Why does every relationship in the HIStory series have to be a bit weird?

A Guide to the HIStory Franchise, BL from Taiwan

Top 10 Best Kisses from Taiwanese BL 

Taiwan futzes with seme/uke

Top 10 BLs Out of Taiwan (plus a history of the genre)  

BL in Taiwan & Gay Marriage

#Taiwanese bl #thai bl #korean bl #japanese BL #MaxTul #Secret Crush On You #Don’t Say No #TharnType #Cutie Pie #Why R U? #Love By Chance #MewGulf #zee pruk #Saint Suppapong #My Beautiful Man #Utsukushii Kare #Semantic Error #Just Friends? #Long Time No See #A First Love Story #Some More #Strongberry #Plus and Minus #See You After Quarantine? #Love is Science? #Be Loved In House I Do #we best love #HIStory Obsessed #HIStory 4: Close to You #History 2: Crossing the Line

[sweet-villain]

On Top Of The World  With You~ Joseph Quinn

Author's Note : Thank you so much lovely, that means a lot <3

Hope you're getting plenty of rest and I'm so sorry this is late, I was kinds tuck on it and getting back to it. Hope you like it!

Smut Ahead

j3to6786 asked:

I love love your writing so much! I've been sick with covid the last few days and been reading alot. Could I maybe get a Joseph×Fem:reader please? I need more stuff to read while in quarantine.

I'm sitting her watching yellowstone and I love the mountains of Montana. Could you write something where Joe takes the reader up a cabin the mountains of Montana for a long weekend getaway? I have this picture in my head where the reader is having a glass of wine and watching the sunset over the mountains when Joe walks out wraps his arms around her and watches it with her? After a little bit joe tells her it's getting cold(it can either be fall or winter they are both pretty up there)and he has a fire going and they go inside and make love in front of the fire?

" Where are we going, Joseph?" you asked him, hearing him chuckle. His fingers were laced with yours running his thumb on the inside between your thumb and index finger as he drove.

He was busy with work and you two haven't spend much time together. He felt like what he had planned was what you two needed. You were so proud of him, and stood by his side no matter what. He would always come back to you.

Joseph was your rock and you were his.

" We will be there soon, sweetheart"he looked over to you seeing a bandana wrapped around your eyes. He didn't want you to peek to where he was going. One of his friends had lended his cabin to him for a weekend in Montana. Before the drive, there was a plane and Joseph hadn't let you see the ticket to where you were going even.

You were nervous and excited at the same time. Your knee bounced in your seat. Joseph had noticed it and unlaced your fingers from his and placed his hand on your knee. His hand glided up over your thigh squeezing it.

" You'll love it, I promise you" he says. You held it to him, biting your lips. You loved going on trips with Joseph. When he told you that he was going to surprise with somewhere were it was just the two of you, his face beamed seeing the happiness in your eyes and the squeal coming from you as you ran into his arms.

You were the cutest thing he ever seen in his life.

You heard the car stop and Joseph gaped at the cabin in front of his eyes. It was beautiful and you were going to love it. The cabin surrounded in trees and many flowers, with a porch swing in front and path going down on the side.

He unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over brushing his lips against your cheeks letting his lips linger there. You can feel his lips turn into a smile.

" Are you ready, lovely?" he asks, his breath brushing over your cheek tickling you. Your stomach was in knots and heart speeding waiting for the surprise.

" All ready" you clapped your hands together, giggling. Joseph laughed at your excitement as he took off the bandana off your head. Your eyes adjusted to the light, blinking your eyes a couple of times as you looked around. Your eyes met with brown eyes of your favorite person seeing the happiness in his eyes.

His eyes looked at somewhere else, behind you as he waited for you to turn. Your head turned to see where he was looking at and a gasp escapes your mouth.

It was a small cute cabin with a porch swing in the front, the mountains behind the cabin. You are taken away from the view.

" It's so beautiful" you say. Joseph's eyes is on you the whole time you are looking at the cabin. He's so happy your happy.

" Yes you are" you roll your eyes at him, shoving his shoulder playfully and giggling. " Not me, that view is everything"

Joseph shook his head, " No you are." He leaned over to peck your lips before he got out the car holding his finger up for you letting you know he's coming. He attempts to slide over the hood, but ends up falling and making you laugh. He stands up right away fixing his shirt with his cheeks beeting red as he opens your door.

" You saw nothing" he says offering his hand to you. You chuckled grabbing it as he pulled you up.

" Right" you stood looking at the beautiful cabin and taking a deep breathe. " This was such a good idea to get away for a few days"

" I missed you, lovely. This was needed" he wraps his arms behind you leaning his head on your shoulder as he looks at you. You were the better view for him, always.

While you explored the cabin looking at everything, Joseph had gotten the bags putting them by the door before he locked the car. He ended up finding you in the bedroom where you were eying yourself in the mirror. You were just fixing your hair when you saw him in the mirror leaning against the door frame.

" Hey, you" you smiled at him through the mirror.

" Hi" he smiles wide watching you twirl in the mirror and laughed when you back up against the corner of the room and flew yourself onto the comfy bed. He was so in love with you.

He took off his shoes and did the same, plopping next to you on the bed laughing along. He loved moments like this with you.

" I love you" you tell him turning your head to him seeing his eyes were on you already. " do you ever stop staring at me?" he threw his head back laughing. " No, you're so beautiful and mine" he turns to his side as you follow too.

" All yours, always" he kisses your forehead, " let me go start dinner and you grab yourself some wine. Hm?" he questioned. You nodded, he got off the bed but your eyes were watching him as he goes to the door, before he leaves you to lay a bit on the bed, he blows a kiss and you catch it putting it against your heart.

" I love you too, sweetheart" he says as he walks away.

-

You stood outside after having dinner with Joseph with a glass of wine in your hands watching the sunset. The wind from the cold air kissed your skin making you shiver. One of your arms wrapped around yourself shielding from the cold. But you were enjoy this way too much.

" Sweetheart? There you are" Joseph comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your shoulder.

" You're freezing" he pulls away and shrugs off his jacket to give to you. It lays on your shoulders warming you up a bit but he goes back to wrapping his arms around your waist. His nose is buried in your neck.

" Can I watch the sunset with you?" he asks, his breath ticking your neck along with his facial hair. " Of course" you nod turning to look at him and he meets your lips in a kiss.

" Thank you for bringing me out here, Joseph"

" You deserve beautiful views like yourself. You deserve moments like this and you deserve it with me by your side" he whispers in your ear. You melt at his words.

You turn in his arms, and he takes the glass from your hands drinking the last of it as he puts the glass to the side as he pulls you close to him.

" As much as I love being out here with you, lovely. It's really getting cold out, you remember it's fall?"

" yes I do but the view-"

" I know Y/N, but I don't want you to get sick and I have a better idea for you" he pulls you flush to his chest as he kisses your cheek then his lips go to your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as he says, " I feel like I haven't touched you and showed you in awhile how much I really appreciate you, how much I love you and how you make me feel."

" then show me" your fingers run through his hair, grasping his hair a bit tugging it just like he likes it. He leans from your ear as your eyes locked with his. They are full of lust, love and adoration as he takes your hand in his.

As you make your way inside the living room, you stop in your tracks seeing the fire place lit up and a blanket with pillows laid out.

" Joseph" you gasped but he puts a finger to your lips. His finger replaces his own lips as he kisses you.

" Please touch me, I want you to hold me, make love to me Joe. Please" you begged him as he lips goes to your neck. His lips leave kisses from your neck back to your lips. It was sweet, one of many you share but this one was more gentle than the others.

You dragged the tip of your tongue against his bottom lip, he happily let you in as your tongue battles with his, letting moans into each other mouths.

His hands go to your hips, and you climb onto his lap straddling his waist.

" You're so beautiful" He says, pulling away from your lips, but still brushing your lips with his. You move your hips against his and he lets out a small moan.

" That's all you" You say, pecking his lips watching as a shy smile appears on his lips.

" You make me the happiest, I love you Y/N" Joseph tells you, his hand going down to your ass. You love it when his hands went to your ass and he did too, always grabbing or slapping your ass every chance he got. You started to grind on his lip, moaning watching him as he closes his eyes in pleasure as he moans.

He opens his eyes and locks with yours. Your hands go down his chest and underneath his shirt feeling the softness of his skin and feeling the hairs of his tummy trail lifting up his shirt and leaning down pressing kisses up and down his chest.

Joseph watches you, biting his bottom lip before he sits up and takes his shirt off. You watch as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants as he slides his pant too, along with his socks leaving him in boxers where you can see a clear view of a bulge waiting to burst out.

" Take a picture, sweetheart" you giggled.

" I would if I had a camera" he playfully rolls his eyes and reaches over to tug on your shirt.

" You want it off?" he nods watching as you slide the shirt over your head leaving yourself in a bra and pants. His finger reaches over tracing the outline of your bra.

" You're so pretty" he says placing a kiss on top of the straps of your bra. You unclasps your bra from behind and let it fall to the floor. Joseph stares in awe of you, he loves you so much. He watches as you slip off your pants leaving yourself in just your panties.

" My god" he whispers, you can already see the little patch of pre cum on his boxers.

Joseph was so beautiful, one of his curls plasters to his forehead, his brown eyes shining with lust and love, his lips pulled in a smile as he admired your body.

His fingers danced over the top of your underwear, teasing you a bit.

" I'm going to take these pretty panties off, okay?" He asks you, you watched his fingers glide over them, " please" he tugs them off slowly tossing them over his shoulder. The air hits you making you shiver in delight.

His fingers dragged up and down lips, making your legs twitch with excitement. He fingers keep playing with your lips while his other hand grips your thigh, squeezing it. He leans down to kiss you as he continues to play.

" You want my fingers?" He asks you, you whimper with a small nod.

" Words, sweetheart" he tells you, " Please" You beg, which makes Joseph growl and his cock twitch. He kisses you softly before pushing one finger inside of you. You arch your back as he adds another one, pumping his fingers.

" More" you moaned. Joseph smirked as he looks down at you. He curls his fingers making your vision see spots.

" Joseph!" you moaned out his name, your eyes closing and he knows your getting close. He pulls out his fingers and sucks on them, tasting your juice, before taking his fingers and goes back to playin with your lips, this thumb circling on your clit.

Your face scrunches up, as you climax all over Joseph's fingers. Your body feels like it's on fire with pleasure and excitement, he was really good with his fingers.

Joseph watches as you pant and catch your breathe.

" I want you inside of me, Joseph" you plead, opening your eyes pleading for him.

He smirks at your pleading tone and you watch as he slide off his boxers off of himself revealing his cock that slaps against his stomach.

" I want you, Joseph"

Joseph takes your legs and pulls them over his shoulders, you feel the head of his cock brush against your entrance. You moan as he slides inside of you, he closes his eyes groaning loving how you feel as he's inside of you.

You dragged your nails down his back, he whimpers in pleasure and starts to go faster, pounding into you.

Moans and groans filled the cabin as he you feel him throb inside you as he pounds into you making you feel good.

" You're taking me so well, sweetheart... fuck" he continues to praise you as he pounds into you. You feel yourself getting closer and locker leaning up to bite down on his shoulder, then the place where his chains that he usually wears are.

He moves wanting you on top as his hands go to your hips watching you ride him, digging his nails into your hips. You moan, throwing your head back as you bounce on him. He moans your name watching you bounce on his cock, one of his hands grips your ass and slap it while the other hand, his fingers make circles on your clit.

" Cum for me sweetheart" he tells you, taking a hold of both your hands in his, lacing your fingers feeling he was close. He pushes his hips up knowing you were close to, you moan digging your nails into his chest as you cum.

Joseph doesn't stop as he holds onto you moving his hands to your hips as he thrust into you. He sits up pulling you into a heated kiss as he cums inside of you, moaning into your mouth.

He fills you with his cum and stays inside of you as you both catch you breathe, his hands cupping your cheek and moving the hair that stuck to your cheeks and forehead.

You leaned down kissing his chest and laying on top of him.

" I wanna stay like this, forever" you mumble. He wraps his arms around you. " Let me take care of you, then we can lay by the fire" he whispers into your hair. You nod having your eyes closed, he pulls you gently off of him. The sensation making you hiss, he hurries to get a wash cloth to clean you up, he brings you to the bathroom too to pee before he carries you back by the fire and places you down.

" You're everything" Joseph whispers as he kisses your forehead settling down besides you covering you both up in a blanket and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him as he closes his eyes.

#joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn #imagine joseph quinn #jewls writes

[thealleydog]

LONG LONG LONG STORYTIME ABOUT HOW MY LIFE GOT FLIP TURNED UPSIDE DOWN THIS PAST WEEKEND (tldr at the bottom)

Guest starring @wint3r-h3art ~! 💖💖💖

This is chisme. Gossip. Personal life stuff. But I am, still, very much unemployed.

This wasn't on my 2023 bingo card. I didn't know this was gonna happen when I ate those grapes under the table of a New York dive bar. But sometimes you gotta get your heart broke before you can shake some shit up.

My mentor and close friend owns the tattoo shop we work(ed) at. He taught us how to tattoo on top of some real-life lessons. And if people were to ask me, I'll always credit him for getting me to where I am now. But this bitch is a severely traumatized, unmedicated bipolar who ends up taking it out on the people closest to him. Amazing man who wants to be a good person to his people. But - untreated and refuses therapy.

And while he can be a good man, he will put your ass THROUGH IT. I'm telling you, my homie, Fabian, and I literally had almost quit our apprenticeships because we were helping him build that shop, and it was STRESSFUL. But it made us tough. Instead, I settled for a full mental breakdown along the shore and stared at the lake for an hour or so.

(Side note, why does crying clear up the face and make you look beautiful??? That's no makeup right there?!?!)

We two and our other homie, Primo, have been there for the beginning. I'm talking as soon as quarantine was lifted enough that shops in the city were allowed to reopen and could cut our hair again. (I got a shaggy mullet.) So that's three years of our lives to give to this shop and him. Everyone else that came in and was with us to the end are literally amazing people. Like the social circle we had there was something we don't wanna let go of. And he was almost like our dad in a way.

Anyways! So this summer hasn't been the best and in an effort to get new blood and clients into the shop, four of us decided to work a booth at Anime Magic and represent the shop. There was a whole row just for tattoo artists and we knew a handful of them from other shops. (The community is surprisingly small.) We spent about a month worrying and preparing and buying supplies. It's mine and Mari's first con, but Fabian and David knew what to do and we passed inspection.

All's good, right? I'm excited. I booked @wint3r-h3art and her husband! They came all the way from Boston to get stabbed by me. (Which oh my god I'm still humbled someone would do that!)

So I'm tattooing my first internet friend I get to meet in real life...

Then Mari stopped tattooing and showed me the mass text we got from him.

Bro.

My heart fell into my ass and I felt the world crumble. It was so embarrassing. Had to pull up my big girl panties and knock out these tattoos though. I ain't no punk.

At the end of the night, Fabian and I try to call him, trying to see where his headspace is at and if he's okay. He didn't answer at first, but he called back. I didn't say anything because I was sitting all quiet, full of disappointment and crying a bit. Fabian tried to tell him we are here for him and we love him - only for him to hang up on us.

So we head to the shop to check on every still there. The mood is just...

Everyone is heart broken and disappointed and scared even. But the kicker is the lady who does the office paperwork felt safe enough to tell us how he was acting lately. How he'd talk shit about us and vent his frustrations to her. But he'd act more than okay with us. Even when we would talk to him, he never showed his feelings about anything he vented to her. His mental health was definitely getting worst and with four of us at the convention, all he wanted was for something to go wrong that Friday.

And it did. One of the artists has to go back to her home country for surgery because of a numbness that has been bothering her for three years. She told us she was gonna put her two weeks in and work a little at other places until she had to leave. So when she holds his hands and begins to tell him "I have to leave -"

"Okay then go. Pack your stuff immediately."

Didn't give her a chance to explain or talk even when she begged him to listen. Had to pack her stuff into garbage bags.

Then he sent that massive text that morning we were at the convention.

Mind you, we are a crew of nine people, including two baby apprentices. We think we ain't got jobs. I was able to not think about it the rest of the night because Linda and her hubs were so awesome, and I got to eat and drink something for the first time since 8 or 9 am. (But for real, you guys are the highlight of my story so far!) Anxiety? Betrayal? The streets??? On an empty stomach, good Lord. ⚰️

Day 2 and Day 3 go by. We're still tattooing. But now people are starting to ask questions. So we tell them our situation. It's like blood in the water.

"Come work with us!"

"We got spots!"

"You should come by and talk to the owner of our shop."

Apparently our shop has a GOOD reputation. And all the artists do good work so people want us to work for them.

The now Refuge Gang decided on Sunday night to go to shop and just clean out our equipment, which would leave the owner with a very empty shop on Monday. We just didn't want to deal with him anymore considering he was being very manic with his texting and how he was responding to people in the shop. Gave no illusion that he would change his mind.

That night I felt empty and lost. I felt terrible about that this had to happen with him. He really saved me by teaching me. But this was abusive. With a heavy heart, I was the last to leave my key in the office. Wasn't expecting to cry.

We ended the night with Korean BBQ, plum wine, and several shots of shochu.

I think everything is gonna be alright. He tried to call me twice during this whole thing. But I ignored it because I'm not going back and I need space from him for a long time. Still love him, but that was something I won't tolerate anymore is people abusing me in any shape or form. Even cherished friends.

I have a job lined up not too far from my place and I'll be apprenticing one of the babies from the old shop as part of the deal! Even though she's like my age, but Dani's awesome as fuck. Gotta step my pussy up and guide her and myself on this wild unknown road!

Fingers crossed I just need to meet the boss this Friday to iron out the details. But this one is set up where I could actually... have a life. I can be an artist again. A real, piece of shit, beautifully grotesque, smut artist that I've been! (Check out my Instagram and scroll down, you'll see what I mean.) The Refuge Gang have started a group chat to support and look out for each other. We're making sure everyone will be working again and stable. Someone us even got into some real Chicago staple shops! I'm proud of all these talented hoes.

AND and, HOPEFULLY, because we liked each other so much and we're all incredibly talented - Fabian has spearheaded an idea and is in the works of starting an artist collective! Working on getting funding, investors, a building, THE WORKS. That way we can be artists AND tattoo artists. We'll be our own bosses. If everything goes well, we should have everything organized by the spring. It takes fucking forever for shit to happen in Chicago, but we'll be having meetings to talk and work together on this project.

TLDR: My homie got me and the Refuge Gang fucked up but we're wily. Tattooing isn't for punk bitches.

#STORYTIME #tattooing is wild

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Twelve

It's been a minute since I've posted a new chapter. I was beginning to think that no one really wanted to read this anymore. If you like it and you want to keep reading it, please please please reblog. I can't stress enough how important it is to reblog creative pieces, writing, art, gifsets, and the things people make here. It spreads awareness to your favorite creators and lets everyone see the talent that people have. It also helps motivate your favorite creators to keep creating. Thanks for coming to my very important Ted Talk.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2858

Warnings: Bryce being an asshole, which I think is a given at this point. Snap being a treasure. Violence as usual. Swearing as usual.

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Chapter Twelve

Poe

He shifts against his pillow, restless. He wants to be up. He feels fine, flu-speaking. He hasn’t slept properly since being in here. He wants to see you. He needs to hold you. 

“Hey, buddy.” Snap says, taking his usual seat outside the glass. 

“Did you see her?” Poe asks. He hates being stuck here. 

“Yeah, we had breakfast together. She seemed distracted, didn’t eat a ton. She said she was going back to her room to sleep.” He sighs, and Poe turns to look at him. Behind him is Beaumont. 

“Why is that a bad thing?” He asks. 

“Well, a couple hours ago, several people saw Bryce run into the hangar and take Y/N’s ship. No one knows where he went. So when we heard that, Mak and I went to check on her. She was passed out on the floor of her room, shaking.” Beau says carefully. 

Poe’s hands fist in the sheets. He’s going to murder Bryce. Straight kill him. The Resistance won’t miss much. He doesn’t actually do anything. “And then?” He asks through clenched teeth. 

“We woke her up and she flipped shit. Kicked us out, told us to leave her alone, that she doesn’t need anyone checking on her. She bolted from the room a few seconds after we left.”

“Okay. Fuck this. I’m leaving. I’m out of here.” Poe grunts, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. 

“Buddy, are you sure?” Snap asks. 

“Yeah. I gotta find her.” He looks at Beau. “You know she didn’t mean it.” He says and Beaumont nods. 

“I know.”

A medical droid rolls over and beeps at him angrily. “Can it.” He snaps, grabbing his coat. 

“Want help looking for her?” Snap asks. 

“Not currently. You guys better get back to work before Leia has my head. I have a few ideas of where she might be.” Poe says, exiting the quarantine. 

“Alright. We’re here to help if you need us.” Beau says and Poe is so grateful that he’s not mad at you. 

He claps him on the shoulder, taking off down the hallway. He looks in your room, first. Just to be sure. He doesn’t really think he’ll find you there, but better to be safe than sorry. 

Just as he suspects, it’s empty. Okay, maybe you went to your lab to get lost in some work. He heads that way, unable to stop his eyes from darting down every hallway and into every darkened room. 

Your lab, however, is empty. Your work is put away. It doesn’t even smell like you. With a sigh he backs out, turning to face back down the hallway. 

Someone is turning quickly down a hallway about fifteen feet from him. He’d recognize that hair anywhere. He jogs down to the junctions of the hallways, turning to follow you. But he can’t see you anymore. 

There’s nothing down here but cleaning supplies anyway, nothing you would need to be down here for. He frowns to himself. Maybe he imagined it? Maybe it wasn’t you?

He closes his eyes to think for a minute. When you want to avoid people, when you want to get some peace and quiet, you go to the tower. 

He heads that way, his hands itching to hold you. It’s been longer than he can stand and he’s a little worried that if it doesn’t happen soon, he might explode. 

Five hours later

Poe leans against the wall, hands over his face. Snap is across from him, trying, and failing, not to look amused. 

“She’s hiding from me.” He says finally, lowering his hands. 

“You don’t know that.” Snap yawns. It’s late, almost middle of the night. 

“Snap, I literally saw her running away in the mess hall. Someone called my name and she fled.” He sighs. 

“Okay. So, she needs some space. Let her have it for a little bit. If she doesn’t come around tomorrow, have Leia call her into a meeting or something and talk to her there.” He shrugs. 

Except he needs you. He can’t sleep. And he knows you have to be suffering, too. 

“Alright. Thanks for sticking with me this long, buddy.” 

“Hey. I knew what I was getting into.” Snap grins. 

“Go get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” Poe says, pushing away from the wall. Instead of heading for his room, he heads for the garage. Bryce isn’t that good of a pilot. He would have to log his coordinates at some point. 

He scans through the logs, looking for your signature. It pisses him off to no end that Bryce took your ship. That’s personal. You don’t just fly another person’s ship. It’s like using their toothbrush. 

Unfortunately, the idiot hasn’t registered yet, so Poe can’t fly out and kill him. He swings by the tower one more time to find it empty. He sighs and heads back towards your room. If you’re not there, he’s sleeping on your bed. He doesn’t give a fuck anymore about Bryce. That coward isn’t worth his weight in bantha shit.

Your door opens and the room is empty, but it smells like you. He steps inside and kicks off his shoes, laying out on your bed. He pulls your pillow towards his face, breathing in deep. 

***

If droids could look sour, this one does. Probably because it’s sick of having to stitch you back up. It beeps quietly, angrily. The last one is replaced and you pull your shirt back down. 

It was stupid to run from Poe, but you can easily admit what a coward you are. When you found him sleeping in your bed last night, pillow tucked against his chest, you watched for a few minutes. His breathing was even, his sleep deep and easy. 

Good. At least someone got some rest. You slept in the tower, cold and uncomfortable, but no less than what you deserve. 

Bryce, as far as you know, is still gone. Probably getting as far from you as he can. 

The droid beeps again and you get the message. The next time it has to stitch you up, you’re staying in that bed. 

You get up, walking towards the exit when you see Bryce heading right for you. Panic grips you and you dart left into the ladies fresher. He’s more determined than you give him credit for, because he follows you right in, cornering you against the sink. 

“You can’t be in here.” You tell him, face flushing furiously. 

“Well, I need to talk to you.” He hisses. 

The door behind him opens and a woman you only know by sight walks in. “This is for females.” She says bluntly. 

Bryce grabs your arm and drags you out, pulls you down the hall and pushes you into a dark room. The emergency lights click on at the motion and your stomach plummets. 

In the middle of the room is a table with restraints at the ends. An operating table. A cold sweat breaks out on your skin as you look around nervously. 

“Y/N, I need you to come with me.” He starts. “I found a doctor, a cosmetic surgeon. He can fix you. He can get rid of the scars.” He says, smiling softly at you. “I made you an appointment, but we have to go.” 

Your eyes finally land on him as you comprehend what he says. “Fix me? Fix me?” You demand, your voice turning shrill. “How can you even suggest that to me right now? Do you even know? Do you understand what I went through?” You snap. He takes a step forward and you match it backward. 

How can he even suggest letting someone poke and prod at you and cut you open? 

“Fuck off.” You say coldly, shoving past him and out into the hallway. You walk and walk until you find yourself outside the records room, crying. 

No one will ever suspect you’re in here. 

***

“Hey! Y/N! The General wants to see you.” Setti calls to your hiding spot.

You sigh softly, shutting down your holopad. “Where?” You reply. 

“Uh,” you can hear paper crinkle as she checks her note. “Poe’s ship? She wants to ask you about some things.” She says, and you hear her walk away. 

Poe’s ship? Did you miss something when you came back? You checked every inch of that ship for a tracker. Did she find something you hadn’t? Did you put the whole base in trouble? Your heart hammers in your chest as you scramble down and run to the hangar. 

Poe’s ship has the ramp open and you make your way inside, looking for Leia. The ramp closes behind you and you spin around, startled. 

“Y/N,” Poe starts behind you and you clench your fists. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asks softly. 

You turn to face him, working hard to make your expression cold. You don’t want to melt for him, can’t handle his look of disgust. 

“What are you doing?” You snap. 

“Y/N, please? Talk to me. I thought we agreed-“ he starts. 

“I’m fine. I don’t know why everyone keeps asking. I’m fine.” Your hands tremble at your sides and you can only hope he doesn’t notice. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” He asks. 

Your mouth opens as you fumble to think of a reason. “I can’t rely on you all the time! You aren’t always going to be here. I have to be able to survive on my own.” Your voice cracks and he steps forward, looking like you’ve just killed him. 

“I promised you I’m not going anywhere. And I mean that.” He takes your hands gently. “But I understand you wanting space. I’ll give you that until you want me again.” He says, your heart tightens painfully in your chest. Oh, how to tell him that it’s not that you don’t want him, it’s that he won’t want you. “You know where to find me. Just don’t push your friends away. We all need people.” He pulls you against him, hugging you tightly. He buries his face in your hair for a moment before he lets you go. He pushes the button for the ramp and you practically run down and out into the sunshine. You walk through the hangar, narrowly avoiding Bryce as he enters. 

Space. You need space to think. You head for the mess hall, planning on grabbing a caf and going somewhere to be alone. 

You round the corner into the hallway outside the hall and the sound of your name stops you dead. Nya is in the middle, with her best friend. 

“Ugh, Y/N. I wish she had stayed on her little vacation. It was so much easier to be with Bryce when he wasn’t all concerned that she would catch us. Don’t get me wrong, sneaking around can be fun. But it was much better when he could really let go. And Y/N is so fucking annoying. Always crying ever since she got back.”

“She was kidnapped and tortured.” Her friend says. 

Nya scoffs. “Whatever. She just needs to get over it. Bryce says he’s gonna break up with her soon since she’s not putting out for him anyway. He doesn’t even really care that she’s been with Dameron a ton since they got back. He just likes to give her grief about it. Wants her to feel guilty.” 

Red colors your vision. Your hands shake. Something fills you, numb and excited, heat and cold at the same time. You whirl around, heading back for the hangar where you last saw Bryce. 

Snap

Beau leans against the hull of his engine as Snap has his arm buried deep in its depths. Poe left as soon as Y/N ran off his ship. Poor guy is so in love with her and Snap isn’t sure she even knows. 

“All I’m saying is, someone should spill the beans.” He says, twirling a screwdriver between his fingers. 

“It’s not really our call. She looks like she needs something stable right now, and if we tell her how he feels, it might be yanking the rug out from under her. Plus, he might get pissed at us.” 

“Yeah, but, Snap, come on.” Beau jerks his head over to where Bryce is standing, flirting with a poor mech who doesn’t look interested at all. “She deserves so much better than that moof milker.” He rolls his eyes. 

“I know.” Snap stretches his fingers, reaching for the part he knows is right there. 

“I mean, look at him. He doesn’t care about her. He’s a sleaze.” 

“I’m aware. And trust me, there’s nothing I would love more than to just go over there and cold clock him into the next galaxy.” 

Beaumont groans, scratching the back of his neck with the screwdriver. “I hate him.”

“Join the club. We still don’t know where he took her ship yesterday.” 

The door that connects the hangar to the rest of the compound hisses open and Y/N marches in. Your face is twisted in rage and Snap pulls his arm free. Without seeming to even look around you, you grab a massive wrench laying on a workbench. You find Bryce in the crowd and aim right for him, never looking anywhere else. 

He doesn’t even see you until the mech scurries away and he turns around. “Hey, babe. Have you thought about what I said?” He asks. 

You heft the wrench and swing hard, the tool crunching across Bryce’s face. He spins away, falling to the ground and there’s a collective intake of air from the witnesses. Snap is pretty sure he sees a tooth go flying. 

“Wow. Good hit.” Beau mutters and Snap grins. 

You toss the wrench over your shoulder and it clatters away loudly. You still haven’t said a word and it’s slightly terrifying. 

“What the fuck?” Bryce groans, pushing himself back. You kick his hand out from under him and then sit on him, your hands balling into fists. You whisper something and his eyes get wide. Then you attack, punching him while keeping a death grip on his shirt. His hands are trapped under your legs and so he can’t fight back. 

Good.

Snap and Beau watch, along with the rest of the people in the hangar as you let out some aggression. Setti comes over next to them, wiping her hands. 

“Aren’t you gonna stop her?” She asks. 

Beau and Snap glance at each other, coming to a unanimous decision immediately. “No.” They both answer at once. 

“She could kill him.” Setti tries. 

“She won’t.” Beau shakes his head. “She’ll get tired first.” They watch for a few more minutes, seeing your swings slow. 

“The General is coming!!” Someone shouts, and that gets Snap and Beau moving. Snap approaches you from the side, catching your hand as it flies towards Bryce’s face. 

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” He says gently, picking you up and setting you on your feet. Bryce’s once perfect face is a bloody mess, he slumps backwards, barely conscious. 

Snap wraps his arm around your shoulders and leads you out the big hangar door. “How’s your hand?” He asks, taking your wrist gently. Your knuckles are bloody and bruising, and your hand is shaking. All of you is shaking. Snap leads you to his quarters with Beau following closely. 

“What did he do?” Beau asks gently. 

“What didn’t he do?” You mutter. 

“Want us to get Poe?” Snap asks, guiding you into the chair at his desk and grabbing his medkit. 

“No. He’ll just get in trouble, too. I’ve spent enough time getting him into trouble.” 

“You won’t get in trouble. No one in that hangar will talk.” Beau promises. 

Snap cleans your hand, wrapping it carefully. “Are you sure you don’t want Poe?” He asks. 

“I’m sure I don’t want him to know.” You say specifically and that’s a good sign. Not like he won’t find out, though. While no one will tell Leia, they’re bound to tell everyone else. He’s going to find out eventually. 

You lean back in the chair with your eyes closed and his eyes are drawn to a patch of red blossoming across your abdomen. 

“Did you get hurt?” He asks, panic rising in his chest. Poe’s going to kill him.

Your eyes fly open. “What?”

“You’re bleeding!” He reaches for your shirt, not rushed or angrily, but you still slap his hand away and flinch. “Shit, Y/N-“

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it.” You blurt out. 

“It’s not your fault. But we should get you checked out, let’s get to medical.” He says, holding out his hand for you to take. 

“I can go. I’ll take care of it.” You say, pushing yourself up with a wince, avoiding his hand. 

“You shouldn’t go alone.” Snap says, frowning. “If something happens,” 

“I’ll be fine, Snap. I’m sorry I got you dragged into this.” You shake your head. “Thanks for… everything.” You mutter, heading for the exit. 

Snap looks at Beaumont, standing behind him. “Do you think she’ll go?” He asks. 

“No. No, I do not.”

Chapter Thirteen

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