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when she says she doesn’t send nudes

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Bruce: Roy, let me ask you something. What was the first thing you did after the battle?

Roy: I called Ollie and Dinah to tell them I was okay.

Bruce: And what was the first thing Jason did?

Roy: He ate a banana.

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cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

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Can I ask for Alpha König angst? Like maybe omega reader was just trying to ask him if he wants dinner but kö was just too tired. So then he just snaps and it hurts readers inner wolf really bad. I'm in the mood for angst lol

Hello Anon!

Sorry it took me so long to get your request done. I'm not the best at angst but I hope you enjoy.

Thoughts

Pairing: Alpha König X Omega Reader

Angst

A/B/O fanfic

König had a hard time opening up about his feelings. You knew that, but it didn't stop you from wanting him to. He was cooped up in his room all day and you could smell his irritation through the door. He only came out once to get coffee and then strolled back to his room without a word. You were watching TV, trying not to agonize about your alpha in the other room. You knew it was probably something work-related, but you still wanted him to confide in you about it. It was getting late and you wanted to order some dinner. You padded down the hallway with your phone in hand looking at nearby take-out options. You knocked gently on his door.

"Kö? I'm gonna order some dinner do you want anything?" You called out to him.

You hear a groan and heavy footsteps move towards the door. He opened it with an unnecessary amount of force startling you a bit.

"There's a chicken place down the street that I've wanted to try." You said sheepishly.

"Who's money?"

"…What" You looked puzzled.

"Are you paying for it? I've been in here taking calls and emails all day and what have you been doing?" He asked lowly.

"Oh, I'm sorry I could cook something instead."

"All I need is for you to let me work and you can't even do that. I'm tired of you being so needy." He slammed the door leaving you dumbfounded.

Needy? You were needy to him? Your inner omega whined feeling devastated at the words your alpha spit at you. You walked to your room and snuggled into your nest. Tears stained the sheets below. You decided to order food anyway. When it arrived you left A plate for König outside of his door. You still loved your alpha, even if he didn't want you around.

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We're Safe

Pairing: Oliver Queen x F!Reader Synopsis: Billionaire playboy, Oliver Queen and Billionaire playgirl Y/N Merlyn, has been considered dead for five years. Now, they have returned. But something, during those five years, has changed them into mysterious green hooded archers. warnings: Fluff, kissing, sex, s*ui*de, mentions of trauma and torture Characters: Oliver Queen, Reader, Tommy Merlyn, Thea Queen, Moria Queen, Walter, Laurel Lance, Quintin Lance, Sarah Lance Word count: 13.2k Words *also, English is not my first language so sorry if they're any grammar or spelling mistakes!*

While running through the woods (Y/N) and Oliver try to get to were their are arrows are hidden. While making it to the location they see a boat and run over to their supplies. Olive r sticks his knife into the rock and she stands beside him. He grabs an arrow and passes it quickly on the rock so it could create a flame. He gets ready to shoot. When he lets go of the arrow, it lands in the pack of sticks they had placed there earlier and the sticks light on fire. It grabbed the attention of the 2 fishermen who were on the boat.

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"The name of the island they found us on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for 'purgatory'. "

The men slowly walk over to were the fire was as we were also walking towards them.

"We've been stranded here for five years. We've dreamed of our rescue every cold, black night since then."

We walk infront of the men and kneel.

"For five years, we've only had one thought, one goal, survive."

As the men looked at each other we took off our hoods slowly and looked up at them

"Survive and one day, return home."

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As we sat down with a blanket around us, one of the men brought us two cups of some warm tea

"The island held many dangers. To live, we had to make ourselves more than what we were to forge ourselves into a weapon. We are returning, not the boy and girl who was shipped wrecked but the man and woman who will bring justice to those who have poisoned our city."

The man walked away as we both looked back at the island.

"My name is Oliver Queen"

"And my name is(Y/N) Merlyn."

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Headline reads: Lost Billionaire's found"

-breaking- LOST BILLIONAIRE'S DISCOVERED IN NORTH CHINA SEA

"Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn are alive. The Starling City residents found by fishermen in the North China Sea five days ago. Five years after they were missing and presumed dead following of the accident at sea which claimed The Queens Gambit." Says the news anchor.

"Queen and Merlyn were a regular tabloid presences and fixtures at the Starling City club scene."

They show of Oliver and a random girl both drunk and with you behind them with a man and Tommy with you guys with two girls as well.

"Shortly before their disappearances, Queen was acquitted of assault charges stemming from a highly publicized drunken altercation with paparazzi. Queen is the son of Starling City billionaire Robert Queen who was also on board but now officially confirmed as deceased." He continues saying "(Y/N) Merlyn is the daughter of Starling City billionaire of Malcom Merlyn who is the CEO of Merlyn Global Group. (Y/N) is the COO of Merlyn Global Group and her brother Thomas Merlyn is the CFO of the Merlyn Global Group as well. (Y/N) is also a very famous model. She is known for her appearances on the runway and her looks in magazines. She always has the best outfits on."

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As I open my eyes I am blinded by the lights in the hospital. I look around and see my surroundings. I look outside and see the lights and building that weren't there before I left. I get up slowly and walk out of my room quietly as I make my way over to Olivers room. I walk in and I see him looking outside in awe. "Its beautiful isn't it." I say as I walked over to him and put one of my arms around his waist.

"Yeah, I cant believe how much has changed since we 'died', it's like a whole different world out there." He puts his arm around my waist as well and kisses my head. I smile and we stand there for a while admiring the new world we have come home to.

"Twenty percent of their bodies is covered in scar tissue. Second-degree burns on their back and arms. X-rays show at least 12 fractures that never properly healed on his body and about 15 on hers." The doctor tell Moira as they are looking at you and Oliver through the glass door.

"Have they said anything about what happened?" Moria asks the doctor.

"No, they've barely said anything." The doctor tells her and she looks back at you and Oliver. "Moira, I'd like you to prepare yourself. The Oliver and (Y/N) you lost might not be the one they found."

She takes a deep breath and opens the door.

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"Oliver?" We turn our heads to see Moria standing there. I step away from Oliver a bit and he holds my hand.

"Mom." He says to her. She walks over to him and he looks at me, I smile at him and give him the 'go on' face. He lets go of my hand and goes to hug his mother. They hug for about 2 minutes until she lets go of Oliver and she looks at me. She smiles while tears are filling her eyes.

"My beautiful (Y/N), oh my goodness, you look as gorgeous as ever my darling." She comes towards me and hugs me. I hug her back and she rubs my back gently.

"You looks amazing as well Moira" She pulls back and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Well as much as you look gorgeous and beautiful, we should go home and get some food into you two, huh? How does that sound?" She places her hand on Olivers shoulder and keeps one on mine as she shakes us lightly.

"That sounds great Mom" He smiles at her and holds my hand again,

"Well I cant discharge you tonight so ill be back." She smiles at us again and walks out. We look at each other and we smile.

"We're home" He says and he smiles at me.

"We're Home" I repeat his words and I return his smile.

He brings me into a kiss and I kiss him back. I pull back and I put my hand on his cheek. "We should get some rest okay?" I gave him a quick peck on the lips and I start walking out of the room. He pulls me back gently and places a kiss on my lips and puts his hand on my cheeks.

"Don't go" He says while our foreheads are together.

I roll my eyes and I laugh "After 5 years I would've thought you would be tired of me, but no you're still as clingy as always." I smile at him while I look him in his beautiful blue eyes. " Okay fine."

I let go of his waist and go lay down on his hospital bed. "Well are you coming or not?" He smiles and get into the bed. He snuggles up next to me and places his head on my shoulder. I play with his now short hair and I start falling asleep.

God I miss being in a 'normal' bed.

The next morning, we get to Queen Manor. Oliver gets out and extends his hand out for me. I take his hand and get out the car. Me and Oliver go around the car to go pick up our cases. The driver is already there and Oliver stops him.

"I've got it." He tells the driver and proceeds to take our stuff. Oliver takes mine and hands it to me.

Moira opens the door.

"Your room is exactly as you left it. I never had the heart to change a thing." She says placing her stuff at the entrance table.

"Oliver, (Y/N)." We hear a man say. The voice was so familiar but so unfamiliar as well. Oliver looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders. "Its damn good to see you two'. Oliver looked at the man up and down. "It's Walter." He puts his hands out and shakes Olivers hand. He does the same to me. "Walter Steele."

"You remember Walter. Your fathers friend from the company." Moira says and he looks at Walter one more time before letting go of his hand and intertwining our fingers.

We walk over to Raisa, she's been working for his family for years and Oliver considers her as a second mother. And so do I. Ive considered her my second mother after my mom died.

"It's good to see you, Raisa." Oliver tells her and she takes our free hands and puts it into hers.

"Its really good to see you Rasia." I tell her as she brings me into a hug. "ya tak skuchal po tebe (ive missed you so much)." I can feel her smile.

"ya tozhe skuchal po tebe (Ive missed you as well)." She says as she pulls away from the hug and takes our hands again.

"Welcome home, Mr.Oliver and Ms. (Y/N)" She tells us "Mr.Merlyn phoned. He wants to join you for dinner."

"Wonderful" I hear Moira say all of a sudden. I jump a bit and Oliver noticed. We started laughing quietly.

We hear a thud come from upstairs. Oliver and I knew exactly who it was.

"Oliver (Y/N), did you hear that?" Moira says.

We walked closer to the stairs and waited for her to come down. We waited at the end of the stairs.

"Hey sis." Oliver tells Thea

"I knew it. I knew you were alive" She ran down the stairs to hug him. He let go of my hand so he would be able to catch her. Once he did he hugged her back. "I missed you so much."

"You were with me or should I say 'Us' the whole time" He tell her as she pulls back in confusion.

"Us? what do you mean u-" She looks over at me and I smile at her and open my arms. She looks at me like she's just seen a ghost. She runs into my arms and she hugs me. I hug her back and spun her around.

"You know I really missed you Chucky." I told her while everyone started laughing.

The reason I call Thea 'Chucky' is because Oliver calls her 'speedy' since she was always running around. Well this one time me and Oliver were babysitting her, she somehow got a knife and started chasing Oliver around with it.

-MEANWHILE WITH LAUREL-

"Come on Laurel. We're lawyers, not miracle workers. We cant win this" Anastasia tells Laurel as she looks through some mail.

"If we can win a class-action suit against a man who swindled hundreds of people out of their homes and life savings then were not fit to call ourselves a legal aid office." She continues to walk and look through the mail with Anastasia behind her.

"And if we go bankrupt in the process we won't be a legal aid office. Hunt has an army of lawyers and they are ready to bury us." Anastasia tries to reason with Laurel.

"You and I against and army. I love those odds." She says looking at Anastasia.

"Why do you hate me?" She walks away.

Laurel sits down as she looks at a board filled with information about Adam Hunt.

"And in other news, details as to the cast away story you've all heard about. The son and daughter of very wealth billionaires will soon become a legendary story. Jessica now has more details and the complete castaway story." The reporter says on the TV. Laurel gets up and walks over to the TV.

"The Queen's Gambit was last heard from more than 5 years ago. Mr.Queen and Ms.Merlyn have reportedly confirmed they were the only survivors of the accident that took the lives of seven people including local resident Sarah Lance. Survived by her sister Laurel-" Laurel cuts off the TV and walks away from the table of where the other people in the office were sitting.

-WITH YOU AND OLIVER AT THE QUEEN MANOR-

Oliver walks out the shower wearing a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. When his fully walks out you can see his scars from the island. He walks in front of the window and looks outside.

"After five years, everything that was once familiar is now unrecognizable."

"The face I see in the mirror is a stranger."

-(FLASHBACK)-

There was a storm while on the boat. Robert was looking at the radar. He had a concerned look on his face. One of the crew members walks into the boat soaking wet. He walks over to Robert and starts talking.

"The storms a category 2. The captains recommending we head back." Says the crew member to Robert.

"Alright. Inform the crew." Robert says as the crew member walks away.

"Are we in trouble?" Oliver walks out of his room asking his father.

"One of us is." Robert responds as he walks over to his son. Oliver chuckles

"Ollie?" Sarah says walking out of the room with (Y/N) around her waist kissing her neck. She giggles while trying to move (Y/N). Sarah covers her robe as she see's that Robert is with him. "Where do you keep the bottle opener on this thing?" She asks him while (Y/N) is still placing small kisses on her neck. She giggles again still trying to move (Y/N).

"I'll be there in a minute Sarah. And (Y/N) don't eat her please" Oliver says pointing at them.

"No promises, Captain" She winks while walking away with Sarah.

Oliver turns to his father again and he continues speaking.

"That is not going to finish well. For either of them, or for you." Robert says.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)

I walk up to him and hug him from behind. I kiss his shoulder softly as I rub my hands up and down his arms as he gets dressed.

"You know I missed this. Us being together, and being able to be comfortable at home or should I say your home." I told him as he turned around hugging me around my waist and kissing my head.

"Our home (Y/N), our home." He says as he brings me into a hug and places his head on mine.

"You smell soooo good. Haven't smelled this smell in a while." We both burst out laughing.

"I know. You do too" We continue laughing and I slap his shoulder.

"Well loser im going to get ready for dinner." I tell him as I placed a kiss on his lips and walked away.

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Oliver is downstairs looking at old photos at the entrance of the house. He pick up a photo of him and his father when he was little. He hears the door open and looks up.

"What did I tell you? Yachts suck" It was Tommy. Olivers best friend. And (Y/N)'s brother.

Oliver puts the photo down and turns around smiling.

"Tommy Merlyn." Oliver says bringing Tommy in for a hug.

"I missed you buddy." Tommy hugs him as well and smiles.

"Hey Ollie? Do you know where I put my brooch? You know the one Tommy gave me?" I say while walking out of his room while putting on my earrings.

"Yeah its in your jewelry box." Oliver says while Tommy pulls away from their hug.

"Ya prosto blya zaglyanul tuda" I tell him in Russian.

(I just fucking looked in there).

"Ya znayu, chto eto posledneye mesto, kuda ty yego polozhil." He responds to me in Russian.

(I know that's the last place you put it)

"Khorosho, ya proveryu eto snova, a zatem mister. znayu vse eto" I respond back to him. I roll my eyes while throwing my hands up in the air.

(Fine i'll check it again then Mr. know it all)

Tommy looks at Oliver starstruck. Not only is his best friend is back, but his little sister is back, all grown up.

"Lets go eat" Oliver tells him as he puts his arm on his shoulder and they walk into the living room.

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I walked back into the room looking back inside my jewelry box. There it was. I put it on and I fixed my hair, I put some heels on and make my way downstairs. I walk downstairs and I hear some talking. I hear a voice, a voice that is familiar to me. I walked closer to the dining room and I see Thea.

I walk into the dining room and Oliver smiles at me. I smile back at him and walk over to Thea. We start talking and she compliments my pin

"That brooch is beautiful where'd you get it?" She asks me as we both look at it.

I take it off and show her. Its a beautiful butterfly brooch with my favorite colored diamonds on it. I show her the back and show her that my initials are engraved into it.

"Tommy gave it to me actually. For my 18th birthday." I hand her the pin so she can see it better.

"Wait are the diamonds real though?" She asks me and I laugh.

"Is that a real question Chucky? Obviously the diamonds are real, because diamonds are a girls best friend." I wink at her and she giggles. "You know Chucky, I missed you a lot. I missed our girl days and our chats." I say to her softly while smiling and putting my pin back on.

"I did too yk. I missed your advice and you wise words" Thea says and we both laugh. I hug her and she hugs me back.

"I love you T.T" I smiled as I hugged her. I can feel a smile on her face as well.

I let go as I hear footsteps. I see Oliver and I hug him.

"I see you find the brooch jellybean." Tommy. I smile at the words that came out of his mouth.

"Yes I did Bear." I hug him.

"I missed you jellybean." Tommy says as he hugged me.

"I missed you too Bear" I told him and he hugged me tighter. I can feel the air of my lungs escape. "Tommy. if you don't put me down ill chop your head off." He looked at Oliver and he gave him the "she'll do it" face to Tommy.

Tommy puts me down while having a terrified look on his face.

"Ill never do that to you bear." I pat his cheek as I walked over to the table.

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"Okay what else did you miss. Super bowl winners, Giants, Steelers, Saints, Packers, Giants again. A black president, that's new. Oh, and "Lost," they were all dead, I think" Tommy says chuckling.

"What was it like there?" Thea asks as she looks at both of us. Everyone gets quiet looking at both of us. Oliver looks at me and I shrug my shoulders.

"Cold." Oliver responds dryly.

"Tomorrow you, me and (Y/N), we're doing the city. You two have a lot to catch up on." Tommy says as he points his fork at us.

"That sounds like a great idea." Moira speaks up and looks at us again. I grab my glass of wine and chuckle.

"Good. Then I was hoping to swing by the office." Oliver tell Moira. Walter stop drinking his wine and she nods raising her glass.

"Well, there's plenty of time for all that. Queen Consolidated isn't going anywhere." Walter says to Oliver and I just shake my head sipping my wine once again.

Raisa walks in and trips on the carpet. She had a bowl of fruits in her hand but Oliver catches it.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Mr. Oliver." Raisa tells Oliver with remorse.

"Ne bespokoytes'" He tells Raisa with a smile on his face. Everyone at the table was shocked, even Rasia.

(Its no worry)

"Dude, you speak Russian?" Tommy asks him in surprise.

"I didn't realize you took Russian in college, Oliver." Walter says.

"I didn't realize you wanted to sleep with my mother, Walter." Oliver tells him. I almost spit my wine out in shock to what he just said.

"Im sorry" I start coughing and Oliver stands up to check on me but I push him away.

"Im okay im okay." I cough one last time as I wipe my mouth with the napkin.

Thea chuckles a bit and sits back. "I didn't say anything." Thea tells Moira and Walter.

"She didn't have to." Oliver responds to her.

"Oliver, Walter and I are married and I didn't want you to think that either of us did anything to disrespect your father." Moira says as she grabs Walters hand and looks at him.

"We both believed that Robert like you was, uh, well gone." Walter says.

"Its fine." Oliver says nodding at Moira. I took his hand lightly and intertwined our fingers. He looks down and smiles at me.

He lets go of my hand and stands up. "May I be excused?" He asks Moira, as she nods at him. I look at him walk away. I wait for him to leave the room.

"Hey, don't forget about tomorrow, buddy" Tommy says patting his arm. He winks at Thea then walks away.

I get up as well. "May I be excused as well please?" I asked Moria and she nods at me as well. I lip to her 'Im going to go check on him'. "Thank you Moira, dinner was lovely." I hugged Thea and Tommy as I walked out.

"It was my pleasure honey" She nods and smiles at me

"You too jellybean, don't forget." He tells me while patting my arm as well.

"Don't worry Thomas ill be there." I laugh as I walked out the dining room.

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I walked up the stairs to Olivers room. I open the door and see him sitting on his bed. I sit next to him and rub his back lightly. He had his hands in his head.

"you okay?" I asked him gently.

"Yeah I just needed to get away you know?" He tells me. I nod understanding.

"Yeah I know." I say placing my head on his shoulder.

"Everything is just so..." He says trying to look for the correct word to say.

"Different? yeah I know. We've been gone 5 years and everything's changed." I take his hand and start playing with it.

"We should get some sleep. Tommy's going to be on our asses if we don't show up tomorrow." he says laughing at his own comment. I laugh along with him.

He hides his pain away with comedy. And I do too.

We get ready for bed. I lay down and he lays down next to me.

"I missed laying down on my own bed. Especially with you." He says bringing me into a kiss.

"I know. I missed it too. But look at where we are now. Here. Together." I say kissing him back.

"Goodnight Ollie."

"Goodnight (Y/N/N)" He kisses me once more time and I cuddle up next to him and fall asleep.

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As the rain was pouring and the lightning was striking. Oliver lays on the floor with the window open.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"One, two, three. Its getting closer" Sarah tells Oliver with (Y/N) on her side holding champage.

"That's not very scientific." Oliver says taking a sip out of his cup.

"What would you know about science, Mr. Ivy League dropout?" (Y/N) says while taking a sip out of her cup as well.

"Yeah what would you know?" Sarah says.

"I happen to know alot about science. I know about fermentation. I know biology." He kisses (Y/N) and then Sarah.

"Laurel's gonna kill me. Oh, she's so gonna kill me." She smiles putting her cup down.

"Your sister will never know" Oliver says.

"Exactly, if she never finds out, she cant do anything." (Y/N) says kissing her and smiling. Sarah kisses back.

"That's true." She smiles at (Y/N) then Oliver.

"Come here" He takes both Sarah and (Y/N) down and gets on top of both of them. They both start to laugh.

The lights turn off.

"Okay, that one was really close." Sarah says freaking out a little bit.

"Yeah Ollie, that one was really close." (Y/N) says looking at him.

"Sarah, (Y/N) you're going to be fine." He says reassuring both of the girls and kisses them.

All of sudden the boat starts to tilt and they all fall off the bed onto the wall.

Sarah and (Y/N) both scream slamming into the wall. Oliver was able to grab (Y/N). (Y/N) extend her arm to grab Sarah but it was too late. Sarah fell.

They both swim to the top where a safe boat was.

"SARAH!" (Y/N) and Oliver yell out.

"(Y/N)! OLIVER!" We can hear the voice of Robert yelling out her name. Robert put out his arm so he was able to pull Oliver in.

The crew member also put his hand out and helped (Y/N) get onto the safe boat.

"No! No! No! Dad shes out there!" Oliver says in panic.

"Shes not out there." Robert says.

"SARAH!" Oliver yells out one last time.

Oliver collapses into (Y/N) arms and starts crying.

The boat falls slowly into the ocean.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Oliver? Oliver.? Oliver wake up." I say trying to wake him up. Moira and Walter are behind me trying to see whats wrong. "Oliver. Ollie-" He wakes up and puts his hand on my throat. I start coughing while Walter and Moira are help me up.

He moves back quickly realizing what he'd just done. "Im sorry. Im so, sorry." He says looking down in disappointment.

"Its okay. Its okay." I say as i get closer to him bringing him into a hug.

"Its alright sweetheart. Youre home. Youre home." Moira says. She and Walter walk out. Leaving me and Oliver alone in the room again.

"(Y/N) I am so sorry. I didnt mean it i swear its just that i had a nightmare and you were in it and-" I shushed him and brought him into a hug. I kiss his head gently as the rain is coming in through the window.

"Youre safe now. Okay, im safe. We're safe. Im here, alive and well." I tell him while smiling at him gently.

"Yeah. Its just it was a flash back to when the boat drowned and you waking me up just like activated my fight or flight. Im so sorry. Is your neck okay." He say worryingly looking at me and checking my neck for any bruises.

"Ollie. Ollie look at me, im fine dont worry. okay im okay." I reassure him one last time until getting up and closing the window. "Lets change your clothes and get to bed okay?" Oliver grabs some clean clothes and changes. I do the same thing and we lag back down in bed.

This time, i wait for him to fall asleep before i do.

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I wake up to the light of the sun hitting my face. I feel a large pair of hands around my waist. I turn around and see Oliver. I smile and run my hands through his now short hair. I can hear his soft snores. The sunlight hitting his face. I smile as I admire his beauty.

"Good Morning" I hear him say while having his eyes closed.

"Good Morning" I smile at him. "Did you sleep well?" I asked while still playing with his hair.

"I slept great, how about you?" He asks placing a kiss on my lips.

"I slept amazing." I smiled at him.

"I could get used to this view." He says kissing me again and rolling us over so he could be on top.

I kiss him back and respond, "I could get used to this view as well."

We continued kissing for a while until the kisses became more deep and passionate. I started taking off his shirt and he did the same to me. By this time, we are both naked and still kissing. He starts moving down to my neck, I let out a soft moan.

"Fuck..." I say softly. I can feel him smirk on my neck. He continues to kiss my neck, knowing he's leaving hickys on my neck.

He makes his way down my body, kissing it slowly. He makes it to my pussy. He kisses down my thighs running his fingers on the side of my body. I let a gasp out while arching my back to the wonderful feeling of his lips touching my skin.

He makes his way up my body and stops at my pussy. He licks my clit gently while putting my leg on his shoulder. He pulls his tongue away from my clit, he inserts two fingers while placing his left thumb on my clit. He moves his fingers in and out of my pussy. He slowly starts to move his thumb around my clit. I arch my back and let out a moan.

"Ollie.. Oh my.." I let out while running my fingers through his hair.

He quickens his pace. Im about to let out a moan but I cover my mouth with my hand and my other hand is grabbing the sheets. I can feel myself climaxing.

"Fuck im about cum Oliver." I say covering my mouth again.

"Cmon baby" He says while going quicker.

I cum on his finger and he licks them off. He moves back up to me and starts kissing me again. I kiss him back and place my hands on his back.

"I need you in me Oliver." I whisper in his ear and he smirks at me again.

He alines himself with my pussy. He looks at me, all I see behind those ocean blue eyes is lust, passion and his love for me. He puts his dick in me and I grip the sheets, letting out a loud moan from my mouth. He covers my mouth with one of his hands while we move our hips.

I flip him over, im now on top of him. I move my hips slowly while throwing my head back gently. He grabs my boobs and starts playing with them. He cups one of them and starts licking my nipple. I gasp at the feeling and cover my mouth so no one could hear us.

I lift my head back up and place my hands behind his head while riding him slowly. I hear feel him moan softly. He grabs my waist softly and starts moving my hips faster. I can feel him becoming desperate. We both move our hips quickly as we ride out each others climaxes.

"Fuckkkkk..." He says while we cum together.

"Oh my god." I say while out of breath.

I start kissing him again. He grabs my hips again and flips us over so he's on top. He alines himself with my pussy again. He inserts his dick again and starts at a quick pace. I copy his pace and I start kissing him so neither of us would moan loudly out of pleasure. We move our hips at the same pace.

Our rhythm starts to become sloppy. We slow down a bit.

"Fuck baby, im about to cum." I say while bringing him into another kiss.

He lays his body against mine and picks down the pace. I could feel his and mine climaxes come along. Oliver slows down the pace which lets me know that he's cumming. He lays his head on my chest while riding out his climax

We are more out of breath the before. He lifts his head and smiles at me.

"That was amazing" He says kissing my nose then my lips.

"It really was." I say smiling.

"We should get ready." He says while getting up from the bed and extending his arm out. Helping me get up as well. We head to the bathroom and get ready for the day.

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When we are done, we walk back into his/ our room and put some clothes on. I put on a plain white turtle neck sweater-dress with a gold Chanel chain belt on. I put on knee-high snake/black leather boots. I let my hair out and put on some light makeup.

Oliver goes to his side of the bed and grabs his case.

"What are you doing?" I ask crossing my arms and looking down at him.

"Im looking for something." He says while putting the combination in. He puts the lock down and opens it. He unwraps the cloth and picks up a notebook. He looks at he briefly and puts it back down. He grabs a honzen that he wanted to give Thea back on the island. He gets up and I follow him out.

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Oliver knocks on Theas door while holding my hand. We could hear some quick shuffling and we look at each other confused. Oliver opens the door. He walks in and I walk behind him a bit.

"Ollie." Thea says with a smile on her face

"No one's called me that in a while, Speedy." He says walking closer to her.

"Worst nickname ever." She says while rolling her eyes jokingly.

"I think its pretty cute" I said while smiling.

"(Y/N)!" She says while bringing me into a hug.

"What, always chasing around after you as a kid. I thought it fit pretty well. Maybe it still does" Oliver says while I pull away from me and Theas hug.

I look over at Theas friend who seems to be frozen. I gave her a strange look then I look back at Thea. "Is she okay T?" I point at her friend. Thea looks at her and rolls her eyes.

"Im sorry, she's just a huge fan of you." Thea says trying to get her friends attention.

"Hi hello" I say waving at her.

"Omg Hi Hi." She says taking my hand and shaking it pretty roughly.

"Oh-" I let out and shake her hand. "Quite the grip you got there babe, you'd make a great business woman with that firm handshake." I say chuckling.

"Would I?" She asks me.

"Of course yeah, you can be whatever you want to be" I wink at her and she looks at Thea.

"See you at school Speedy." She says practically skipping out the room. I laugh and turn back to Thea and Oliver.

"Sorry about her." Thea says to me and Oliver.

"Don't worry, I loved her She's so cute. Make sure to tell her that." I say laughing.

"I have something for you." Oliver says pulling out the Hozen.

"You did not come back from a deserted island with a souvenir." Thea says crossing her arms looking at Oliver.

"Its a Hozen. And in Buddhism, it symbolizes reconnecting. I kept it in hopes that one day it could reconnect me with you." He hands the the Hozen to Thea.

"A rock. That is sweet. You know I want one of those T-shirts that say my friend and sister were castaways. All I got was this crappy shirt." Tommy says walking in and smiling at all three of us.

"Don't let him get you into too much trouble. You two just got back, take it slow." She says hugging both of us individually.

Tommy clears his throat. "The city awaits." Oliver nods.

"You're so annoying you know that right." I tell Tommy as we all walk out.

Oliver takes my hand and intertwines our fingers again.

"Do you notice how hot your sister's gotten?" Tommy says pointing back at the door. Oliver turns back to him with his lips together. "Because I have not." Tommy says. I let out a laugh while we walk out.

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We are driving through the city.

"Your funerals blew." Tommy says while driving. Oliver looks over at him smiling.

"Did you get lucky" Oliver asks him.

"Fish in a barrel. They were so sad and huggy-" Tommy says while laughing

"Omg No" I say.

"No." Oliver says squeezing his eyes together.

"- And I am counting on another target rich environment for your welcome-bash." Tommy says putting his eyes on the road.

"At our what?" Oliver asks in confusion.

"You guys came back from the dead. This calls for a party. You tell me where and when. Ill take care of everything." Tommy says as me and Oliver both shake our heads.

We pull up to the Glades.

"This city's gone to crap. You know, you're dad sold his factory just in time. And why'd you want to drive through this neighborhood anyway?" Tommy asks Oliver.

"Tommy." I say rolling my eyes and sitting back.

"No reason." Oliver says looking outside.

"So what'd you two miss the most. Steaks at the Palm, drinks at the station? Meaningless sex?" Tommy asks.

"Not you that's for sure." I answer and laughed.

"Haha so funny jellybean" Tommy says sarcastically.

"Laurel." Oliver answers and my smiled practically dropped. Oliver told me he was over her.

"Everyone is happy you're alive. You want to see the one person who isn't?" Tommy asks him.

Oliver justs shrugs.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"Laurel, I just got this from Hunts lawyers." Anastasia says taking Laurels arm. She hands her the files. "They filed a change of venue. We are now in front of Judge Grell." She claps her hands together looking over at Laurel.

"Hunt funded Grells reelection campaign. He's got Grell in the back of his pocket." Laurel says handing the file back to Anastasia.

"You know, its fun being your friend. I get to tell you I told you so a lot." She says brings Laurel into a side hug.

"No. Adam Hunt isn't smarter than we are." She says trying to prove her point.

"No, he's just richer and willing to commit multiple felonies." Anastasia says.

"We don't need to go outside the law-" Laurel says before Anastasia cuts her off.

"To find justice. Your dads favorite jingle" She says rolling her eyes.

Anastasia walks away. Laurel turns around and her smile drops as she sees Oliver.

"Hello, Laurel." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

-(OUTSIDE WITH OLIVER AND LAUREL)-

"You went to law school. You said you would." Oliver says while they walk.

"Yeah everyones proud." Laurel says not trying to make it seem like she cares.

"Adam Hunt's a heavy hitter. You sure you want to get into the ring with him" Oliver looks at her while asking.

"Five years and you wanna talk about Adam Hunt." Laurel says blankly.

Oliver shakes his head. "No. Not really" He smiles a bit stopping.

"Why are you here Ollie?" She asks while turning to look at him.

"To apologize." He says plainly. "It was my fault. I wanted to ask you not to blame her or (Y/N)."

"For what? Falling under your spell? How can I possibly blame her or (Y/N) for doing the same things that I did?" Laurel says.

"I never meant to-" Oliver tries to say but Laurel cuts him off.

"She was my sister. And (Y/N) was my best friend." She said. "I couldn't be angry they were dead. I couldn't grieve because I was so angry. That's what happens when your sister and best friend die while screwing your boyfriend" She tries to hold in her tears. "We buried an empty casket, because her body was at the bottom of the ocean. Where you left her. It should've been you."

Oliver takes in everything she said. "I know its too late to say this, but im sorry." He says to her with sincerity.

"Yeah im sorry to." Laurel says with tears in her eyes. "I'd hope you'd rot in hell a whole lot longer than five years." She says walking away from him.

"How'd you think that was going to go, Tommy?" She says to Tommy while walking into the office.

"About like that." He says.

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We all walk into where Tommy had parked the car.

"Okay, so we took care of that. Good call." He says while walking towards the car. "Now we make up for lost time."

I walk beside Tommy looking down at my feet while walking to the car.

"If you're not too sick for fish, I suggest we find some leggy models and eat sushi all day." Tommy says. "What do you say-"

A van pulls up behind us quickly.

"What the hell?"

I turn back around and see two guys with red devil masks and a gun. They point the gun at me and I put my hands up.

They shoot Tommy. I was relived that they're tranquilizers and not actual bullets.

I run over to the guys and knock down one of them. I jump on the guy who shot Tommy and put him in a black widow submission move. I can feel his body go limp and I let go slowly just incase he wasn't actually passed out. I get down and the guy drops on the floor next to the other guy.

I see the guy that I knocked down get up and shoots Oliver with a tranquilizer as well. I look at Oliver on the floor. Then I feel something hit my neck and I touch the spot. I got hit.

"Shi-" I managed to get out before hitting the floor. Hard.

Oliver isn't fully down and he sees a guy who comes from the back door of the restaurant and another masked guy shoots him. Oliver then passes out.

-(FLASHBACK)-

"Here. Drink" Robert passes a water bottle to Oliver.

"What the hell are you doing? That's all we've got." Says a crew member almost yelling at Robert.

Oliver hands me the water bottle and I take a sip.

"If anybody's making it out of here, its going to be them." Robert tells him. "Im sorry.I thought id have more time. Im not the man you think I am. I didn't build our city. I failed it. And I wasn't the only one." When he said that last sentence he looked at me. I knew instantly he was talking about my father.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

"Mr.Queen. Mr Queen!" "Ms. Merlyn. Ms.Merlyn." I hear a voice calling. I open my eyes slowly. I open my eyes and it was still dark.

Someone takes the the bag off of my head. My hair flys onion my face and I throw my head back to move the hair out my face. I hear a taser and I look over at Oliver. They placed us next to each other. I look around at my surroundings.

"Did your father survive that accident?" The masked guy asked.

I see Tommy passed out on a wooden thing with his hands tied behind his back.

"I asked a questions. You give me answers." The guys gets closer to Olivers face.

I move my wrists around and try to get loose from the zip ties. He tases Oliver.

"Did he make it to the island? Did he tell you anything?" He looks at Oliver while breathing heavily. I finally get free from the zip ties and get up with out the other guys noticing.

"Hey um excuse me sir. I really I have to use the bathroom is it this way or this way" I point in different directions.

"Yeah they're just over the-" He realizes that im free. I break the chair over his back and grab two broken legs and stab the other two guys with it. I clap my hands together. "That was easy." I laugh while untying Oliver. I put them in a corner and zip tie them.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)

"So that's your story, a guy in a green hood flew in and single-handedly took out three armed kidnappers." Detective Lance asked us. "I mean, who is he? Why, why would he do that?"

"I don't know." Oliver says.

"Find him and you can ask him." I tell Detective Lance with my arms crossed and a serious look on my face.

"Yeah. What about you? You see the hood guy?" Lance asks Tommy.

"I saw... just movement." Tommy says still trying to wrap his head around everything. "Everything blurry. I, I was kinda out of it." Oliver looks at Tommy then at Lance

"Its funny isn't it. One day back and already somebody's gunning you two." Lance says looking at both of us. "Aren't you popular?"

"Were you able to identify the men?" Moira steps in asking Lance.

"Scrubbed identities, untraceable weapons." Says Lances partner. "These were pros."

"Yeah." Lance says. "Well, they probably figured you'd pay a kings ransom to get your boy back or a Queens ransom as it were." Lance looks a Moira. "After all a parent would do anything to keep their child safe." Lance says looking at Oliver.

"I don't find your tone appropriate, detective." Moira says.

"I mean you would know about wanting to keep you child safe right Quentin. You have two of your own right? Or should I say one?" I look at Lance with a straight face.

Lance was about to say something but Walter stands up from his seat and walks closer to Lance,

"If Oliver and Ms.Merlyn can think of anything else, we'll be in touch. Thank you gentleman for coming." Walter says, putting his hands in his pocket while looking at Lance and his partner.

Lance scoffs and puts the drawing away. Oliver gets up and straightens his clothes. I stand up as well.

"Your luck never seems to run out, does it?" He says looking at both of us. Raisia walk the men out of the house.

"Im going home now." I say while walking to Moira. "Thank you for having me Moria, it was a pleasure staying over and getting to see you again." I tell her while hugging her and kissing both of her cheeks.

"Why leaving so soon hun?" Moira asks with sad eyes.

"I have to see my dad. I haven't seen him since I got back." I told her and she brings me into a hug.

"Okay, be careful hun okay? and remember this will always be your home okay." She says.

"Okay." I say walking away without saying anything to Tommy or Oliver.

-(WITH OLIVER IN HIS ROOM)-

Oliver sits at his desk searching up everything he can find on Adam Hunt. He looks at a piece paper but then puts it down. He sees a picture of you and him and another photo of him and Laurel. He flips over his fathers book and he sees that Adams name is in it.

"You are different. Not like you to read a book." Raisa says walking into his room with a tray in her hand. Oliver flips over the book and closes the tab he was on. He sits back and smiles.

"I misses you Raisa." He says.

"No kitchen on the island." She says.

"No. No friends either. Except (Y/N), but she's not really a friend she's more like my.." Oliver says trying to find the word.

"Your girlfriend?" She says smiling at her.

"Yeah. My girlfriend." He says smiling. 'My girlfriend' he says again in his head.

"Hey. Thank you." He says getting up and grabbing the tray from Raisa. She smiles and nods at him. "Do I really seem different?" He asks her putting the tray down on his bed.

"No. You're still a good boy." She says.

"Oh I think we both know I wasn't."

"But a good heart"

"I hope so. I want to be the person you told me I could be."

-(WITH YOU AT THE MERLYN MANOR)

I walk into to my house. I look around and see that everything's still the same. I put my jacket on the coat rack and I walk in.

I look around at all the photos my dad has of me and Tommy when we were younger. I smile and cross my arms while browsing through the photos. I come across this one photo of me and my mom. I take it and look at it. I smile at it while running my fingers on the frame. I can feel tears forming in my eyes but I hold them back just in case someone sees me. I hear the front door open. I hear my dads voice. He was on the phone. I keep looking at the photo waiting him to walk into the room.

Since the room was kind of dark, only a little light from the dining room came into the living area.

He sighs as he puts his coat on the coat rack. He walks into the living area and sees a figure.

"Who are you?" He says stopping in his tracks, trying to make out my figure.

"That's no way to greet your daughter. Dad." I say as I turn around to look at him. I place the picture back on the table.

"Jellybean? Is that really you?" He asks me on the verge of tears. He looks rough. He had red eyes, eye bags, crooked tie, messed up shirt, stains on the shirt.

He brings me into a hug. He reeks of alcohol and Big Belly Burger. He was sweating. I hug him back but eventually pull back. I couldn't stand the smell he had.

"I missed you so much jellybean. Everythings been falling apart ever since you disappeared. Ive been falling apart since you left.I felt lost. The same way I felt when your mother died." He says. I nod understanding his hurt.

"Did you leave Tommy alone? Like you left us when mom died?" I ask him crossing my arms. He nods disappointedly.

"Fucking shit dad. are you serious right now. Just because you were hurt and broken I was gone. didn't mean leave your son alone to grieve my so on so 'death' alone just because you couldn't handle it. You're such a dick you know that right." I scoff and start walking out.

"(Y/N) wait!-" He says running after me.

"Dad go take a shower and get some sleep. Call me when your fucking sober." I tell him grabbing my coat off the coat rack and walking out of the house.

I hop on my motorcycle and put my helmet off.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house but Moira stops him.

"Oliver, I wanna introduce you to someone." She says reaching out for his hand. Walter stands next to her. A man who had a serious look on his face. "John Diggle. He'll be accompanying you from now on." She says smiling at him.

"I don't need a babysitter." Oliver says looking at both Walter and Moira.

"Darling, Oliver's a grown man. And if he doesn't feel he needs armed protection-" Walter couldn't finish before Moira interrupted him.

"You know, I understand, but this is something I need." She says looking at Walter then back at Oliver.

Oliver looks at John.

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"So.. What do I call you" Oliver asks John.

"Diggle's good." Diggle responds to Oliver. "Dig of you want."

"You're ex-military?" Olivers asks Diggle

"Yes, sir. 105th airborne out of Kandahar, retired." Diggle says keeping his eyes on the road. "Been in the private sector for a little more than four years now. I don't want there to be any confusion Mr.Queen. My ability to keep you from harm will outweigh your comfort. Do we have an agreement? Sir?" Diggle looks at the mirror then looks back. He sees Oliver isn't in the back anymore. He stops the car and gets out. He opens the back door and looks inside.

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Oliver walks with a duffle bag and a book bag. He looks around to see if there is anyone around. He makes it to Queen industrial. He throws his bags over and hops over the fence. He picks up both bags and puts them on his shoulder.

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Oliver opens the doors into the factory and walks in. They're are papers everywhere. He looks down and sees that he step on an 'Annual Report' with his dads face on it.

'The abduction was unexpected. It forced me to move up my plans. But what I told the police was true. The man with the green hood was there in that warehouse and he was just beginning.'

Oliver makes a hole in the floor. He grabs a package and drops it with a rope in a big space. He starts tearing up floors.

He powers up the lights. He sets everything up.

He looks at the computer with a map and goes to another computer that he uses to hack.

He puts some safety goggles on and sits down near where his arrows are. He starts sharpening them.

he starts working out. (I did not feel like writing everything did in this scene.)

He takes the case that he brought from Lian-Yu out. He takes his bow out and examines it. He walks over next to the table and throws tennis balls at the wall. He throws arrows at the tennis balls. When he stops he hit all the balls ;).

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Oliver finished training and sits down. He sits down in front of the TV.

"The suit alleges that Hunt committed multiple acts of fraud and theft against the city's underprivileged." Says the new anchor.

Oliver looks at the book that had the names in it.

"Laurel Lance, an attorney for the city necessary-"

'Adam Hunt. His crimes go deeper than fraud and theft but he's been able to bully, bribe or kill anyone who's gotten in his way. He hasn't met us yet.' Oliver grabs his suit and puts it on.

-(WITH YOU AT YOUR PENTHOUSE)-

I walk into my house and all the lights are turned off. My dad must've not wanted to give it away. I put my jacket on the coat rack and my keys in my key bowl.

"Its cold in here" I say to myself as I fully walk in. I walk up the stairs and go to my room. I hop into the shower and change. I put on a 1995 Chanel cropped jacket with some ripped blue jeans. I do my hair and walk downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and walk to the fridge.

"Marge?" I say yelling out for my AI.

"Welcome back Ms. Merlyn." Marge says.

"Its good to be back Marge" I say smiling.

"Marge mind playing my playlist for me?" I ask her.

"I do not mind at all Ms.Merlyn." She says.

-Playing Back to Black-

I start singing along to the song. I move my hips side to side

"You go back to her and I go back to" I sing along while grabbing stuff out the fridge.

I hear something fall over and I stop.

"Marge. Lower the music." I say quietly and she lowers the music.

I grab my katana that Oliver gave me from its stand. I take off my heels and start walking slowly outside. I hear rubbling. I walk into my foyer and see a large figure in a suit. They lights of my dining room were off so I couldn't see properly.

"Ill give you three seconds to reveal yourself or ill chop you up into pieces." I say walking closer to the dining room.

I jump on the person and do the black widow submission hold. I can feel the person become limb and I slowly get off and I drag the person to the kitchen and sit them on the chair in the kitchen. I take off their hood and I see their face.

"What the fuck." I say in disbelief. Its Oliver. The last person I want to see. I put my heels and continue to cook.

I pour myself a mega pint of wine in my glass. I wipe my head and look at Oliver.

'What the actual fuck was going to plan on doing.' I say to myself. I just continue cooking.

I drink my wine and stare at Oliver. He starts moving and grunts. by this time I've finished eating

"Sleeping beauty's alive! What a surprise." I say sarcastically while taking a sip of my wine.

"What the hel-" He looks at me in shock.

"What didn't expect me to be in my house Oliver?" I say while finishing my food.

I get up and put my plate and fork in the dishwasher.

"Do you want some or?? because I made a lot and im not going to eat more." I say blankly not looking at him.

"Well? Are you going to explain what you're doing breaking into my house Oliver?" I look at him taking another sip of my wine.

"Oliver? Why aren't you call me Ollie hun?" Oliver says sitting up.

"I don't know" I shrug. "Cause I don't want to I guess."

Oliver grunts in pain and clutches his chest.

"Hold on let my fix that up for you." I say grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.

I pull up the chair in front of him. I take off his hood and his shirt. I open the kit and grab the thread and needle. I start to stitch his shoulder. I don't ask him about anything that happened.

"If I get your blood on my jacket im making you buy me a new one." I say while concentrating on stitching his shoulder.

"Okay will do." He says.

I finish stitching him up and I start putting the stuff away. I bandage him up just in case.

"Why are you mad at me hun?" He asks me while taking my hand softly.

I snatch my hand away softly and get up.

"Im not mad. Im completely fine." I say putting the first aid kit away.

"You don't seem fine (Y/N)." He says looking at me as I throw away the stuff with blood.

"I don't know, would I be fine if my boyfriend comes back from the dead with me and the first thing he wants to do when he comes back is go to see his ex girlfriend. AFTER telling me you were over her. No I don't think im fine 'hun'" I roll my eyes at him.

"I-" He was about to start talking but I cut him off.

"Can you just.. leave please. I want to be alone right now." I say.

"I-" Oliver was about to say something again.

"Just leave please." I tell him and he grabs his stuff and leaves.

I down the rest of my wine. This is going to be a longgg night.

-(IN THE MORNING WITH HUNT)

"He was wearing a hood, a green hood. And he had a bow and arrow." Hunt says to Lance and his partner. "What you don't believe me? That maniac put two of my men in the hospital."

"Well thanks for your statement."Lance says as Hunt hands over the arrow to his partner. "We'll put an APB on... Robin Hood." He says looking at the arrow and back and Hunt.

"Hey, pal. Im not some grocer who got take for his register. I go to the front of the line. Now he said he would be here by 10pm. Make sure you're here first." Hunt says as Lance nods his head. "You can coordinate with Mr. Drakon my new head of security." Hunts points to a man who is wearing all black and a leather jacket with gloves. He had his hands on his hips.

"Alright well uh thanks for your time." Lance smirks and walks out with his partner.

"It looks like Queen and Merlyn were telling the truth." Says Lances partner.

"Yeah well there's a first time for everything." Lance says as they walk to the elevator. "This hooded guy comes looking for trouble, he'll find it.

-(WITH YOU)

You wake up to rustling nosies. You get up quickly with a knife in your hand. You wake up to see Tommy opening your blinds.

"What the actual fuck Thomas." I say blocking the afternoon sun out of my face with the hand I have my knife in.

"Cmon Jellybean, its 5pm and your party is in 3 hours." He says sitting next to me.

"Can I just stay here? Im not really in a party mood right now bear." I lay back down and put the comforter over my face.

"Nope, nope nope we are not doing this. Oliver told me what happened." He says taking the comforter off and dragging me off the bed. "The maids are here to clean so you have to get up."

"ya ub'yu tebya golymi rukami" I say under my breath while walking to my bathroom.

(Im going to kill you with my bare hands.)

"What was that?" He says.

"Etot ostrov pokazal mne mnogo veshchey, i ya sobirayus' pokazat' vam odin iz navykov, kotorym ya nauchilsya. Snachala ub'yu tebya golymi rukami." I say louder.

"I still cant understand you jellybean." He says.

"that island showed me a lot of things and im going to show you one of the skills i learned. First is kill you with my bare hands Thomas." I say rolling my eyes and walking into the bathroom.

I can hear the shock in his movement. I hear him about to say something.

"Say something else Thomas." I throw a knife at him and made sure to miss.

"Next time I won't miss." I close the door and started to get ready.

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I get out the shower and start to get ready. I blow my hair out and do some light make up. I walk into my room and I start getting dressed. I put on a silk Dolce and Gabbana old Hollywood dress on. I pair it with a Ophelie T-strap sandals from Gucci of course. I put on a necklace and a pair of earrings and golden Ippolita anniversary stack on.

I walk out of my room and Tommy is waiting for me in the foyer. He looked at me stark struck.

"Thomas if you say something. I will make sure to chop your limbs off piece by piece." I tell him while grabbing my dress so I can walk properly.

-(WITH OLIVER)

Oliver walks out of the house and unbuttons his jacket and opens the door. He peeps his head in and sees Diggle.

"Put on your seat belt, sir. Wouldn't want you to miss your party." He says to Oliver.

Oliver accepts his defeat and gets into the car.

-(AT THE CLUB)

I walk into the by myself because I told Tommy to get there before me because I wanted to go on my bike.

I walk in and I see Oliver.

"Oh great." I say under my breath.

I walk up next to Oliver and I don't say anything. I can feel him look over at me.

"You look amazing tonight." He says while looking at me up and down.

"You don't look to bad yourself Oliver." I say.

"Well should we start walking down?" He asks me and offers my hand. I take it.

We start walking down the stairs and he takes his phone out of his pocket. The time reads 9:07pm. Tommy sees us and looks at his hand in hand and smirks. Tommy asks the DJ to cut the music and he runs up to us.

"Everybody, hey! Man and Woman of the hour!" He says wrapping his arm around Olivers shoulder and slaps his chest. "Whoo! And ladies, please give this man a proper homecoming." Tommy says we both walk down the stairs.

"Thank you very much everybody!" Oliver tells the crowd

"Ollie, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie. Jellybean!" He hands us shots of tequila. We all take the shot and I squeeze my face.

"I missed tequila!" I yell out and the crowd cheers.

-(WITH HUNT)

Hunt picks up his glass of whiskey, the time reads 9:25pm. He takes a sip of the whiskey. His men are getting ready, loading up their guns with bullets and giving each other magazines.

"What the hell is going on out there?" Hunt asks Drakon who is staring outside the window.

"Party for the guy and chick who got rescued off that island." Drakon tells Hunt. "Oliver Queen and (Y/N) Merlyn."

Adam takes another sips and he walks away angrily.

-(AT THE CLUB)

Oliver is flirting is out somewhere flirting with other girls some where else. Im on the dance floor dancing with a guy.

Tommy walks up to Oliver and they both look at Diggle.

"Hey, does he wipe for you, too?" Tommy asks. "Now by my rough estimate you have not had sex in 1839 day."

"Uhhh well you're wrong actually bud." Oliver says

"Oh wow really with who? Is she anyone I know?" Tommy turns around and looks around.

"Yes. It is." Oliver says while smirking.

"Well who's the lucky lady?" Tommy asks again. Olivers looking at you on the dance floor dancing with another guy.

"That shall forever remain a secret." Oliver says.

"Wells lets find you another gal. And as your wing man, I highly recommend Carmen Golden." Tommy says.

"Which one is she?" Oliver asks crossing his arms while looking at three girls who are dancing.

"The one that looks like the chick from Twilight." Tommy says.

"What's Twilight?" Oliver asks confused

"You're so better off not knowing."

I walk over to Ollie.

"Did you invite T? She's over there talking with some dude and her friends are here too. And the last time I checked they were all 17." I look at Oliver crossing my arms as I looked at Thea. The guy hands Thea something and me and Oliver look at each other.

"We'll be back in a minute." Oliver says. We walk next to each other and walk over to Thea.

"Ollie (Y/N), hey!" Thea says "Well this party is sick." She says smiling.

"Who let you in here?" Oliver asks her.

"I- I believe it was someone who said 'Right this way Miss. Queen"

"Well you shouldn't be here T." I tell her with a soft caring look on my face while my arms are crossed.

"(Y/N) im not 12 anymore." She looks at me.

"No, you're 17." Oliver says

"Ollie (Y/N) I, I love you. But you cant come back here and judge me." She looks at him. "Especially for being like you two." She looks at both of us and I just stand there in shock.

"I know that it couldn't have been easy for you when we were away-" Oliver tells her before she cuts him off.

"Away? No you guys died. My brother, my sister and my father died." She said. I felt bad for her, knowing she went through all of that at a young age. "I went to your funerals."

"We know T." I say.

"No, you don't. Mom had Walter and I had no one. You guys act like its cool. Lets forget about the last five years. Well I cant. For me, its kind of permanently in there so im sorry if I turned out some major disappointment. But this, me is the best I can do with what I had to work with" She said. "Lets bounce." She walks over to her friends.

"You have the fun dip?" Theas friend asks her.

"Yeah, its, its right here. No I, I must've dropped it." Thea says.

I show the little bottle to Oliver and he smirks at me. We walk over to the trash and he throws it out. Diggle saw us and just smirked while buttoning his jacket. We walk the opposite direction and Oliver bumps into someone. Laurel. God damn she's everywhere. I roll my eyes and look at them

"Oh! Oh. You're here." He says to her.

"Tommy. He made me realize the point that we have too many years between us to leave things the way we left them." She says. "Is there someplace quieter that we could go?" She asks.

I scoff and I look at Oliver. I look at him and he's about to take her somewhere else. I let go of his hand.

"Yeah." He smiles at her taking her somewhere else.

"Whatever dude." I say under my breath as I roll my eyes. I go to the bar and I ask the bartender for his strongest drink.

"Give me the good stuff." I wink at him and he starts to prepare my drink.

"Im going to need a couple so keep em' coming" I tell him as I down the first shot.

-(WITH LAUREL AND OLIVER)

"Im sorry about saying that you should've been the one who died. That was wrong" Laurel apologizes to Oliver.

"If I could trade places with her, I would." Oliver says.

Laurel stops and faces Oliver.

"About Sarah.. there's been something I've been afraid to ask but I need to know." She says holding back her tears.

"Okay." Oliver says softly.

"When she died.. did she suffer?" She tilts her head asking while tears form in her eyes.

"No! Sarah!"

"Aah!"

"No." Oliver tells her.

"I think about her everyday." Laurel says.

"Me too." Oliver say sympathetically.

" I guess we still have one thing in common then. I cant believe im going to say this, but.. if you need someone to talk to about what happened to you, im here." She tells him.

Olivers phone starts ringing. The time reads 10pm and there is nothing in the account. He sighs and puts his phone away.

"Something wrong?" Laurel asks.

"I asked somebody to do something. They didn't do it. Laurel. You always saw the best in me. Right now, that's what you're doing. You're looking at me and you're wondering if that island changed me somehow? If it made me a better person? It didn't. Stay away from me otherwise.. im just going to hurt you again. This time it will be worse. Got to roll. I got five years of debauchery to catch up on." He says about to walk away.

Laurel gets closer and she looks like she's about to cry.

"You know what Oliver.. You're wrong that island did change you. At least now you're honest." Laurel walks away. Oliver rolls his eyes and stands there.

-(INSIDE)

Oliver walks through the back. Diggle's there waiting for him.

"Something I can help you with, sir?" Diggle asks while fixing his sleeves. Oliver stops in his tracks.

Oliver turns back to look at him.

"I just wanted a second to myself." Oliver says with a fake smile.

"I would believe you, Mr.Queen, if you weren't so full of crap." Diggle tells Oliver. "Party's this way." Diggle points to the entrance to the club.

Oliver goes to the door and grabs the door knob.

"Its locked." He says making Diggle try to go open it.

Before Diggle touched the knob, Oliver grabs him and puts him a headlock.

-(WITH HUNT)

"You two cover the elevator. Hang back and be ready." Says Drakon to four men with guns. He starts walking towards Hunts office. "Stay in the corners and stay alert." He walks into Hunts office and closes the door. He puts in a code in a keypad and it locks the door.

"Its past 10. He's never getting in here."

Oliver throws an arrow next to Hunts window and I do the same.

The lights turn off. They look at the door and once of Hunts guards stands by the door waiting. The elevator dings. Oliver walks out of the elevator and start punching the guys near the elevator.

Oliver throws his bow at a guy and jump kick of the wall onto the ground while holding him.

"You know. Its really a bummer you had to call the cops for back up. I didn't expect a man with so much power needed back up. But with every powerful man comes a coward under the mask." I say crossing my legs looking at Hunt. His bodyguard and Drakon put their guns up and I laugh.

"tch tch tch, play easy boys, no need to get violent." I say laughing. "You know you guys are honestly so dumb" I say putting their magazines from their guns on the table. "Drakon, and you call yourself the head of security but how did you not hear me or my partner." Adam and Drakon go to reach for their walkie talkies.

Oliver throws one of the men threw the door and the other bodyguard shoots him. Oliver walks in and shoots the bodyguards. Drakon grabs my foot and drags me off the table which makes me hit my head on the table hard. I place my hand on the back of my head. As I moved my hand I see blood and I immediately become light headed. The last thing I saw was Oliver and Drakon fighting.

Adam makes his escape and calls Lance.

"Hes here." Adam says walking onto the elevator.

"All units, coverage" Lance says into the walkie talkie. "All units, converge!" Lance yells walking to the building.

By the time Lance makes it to the floor we're on Oliver threw a throwing star at Drakons neck. By the time they made it the floor, Oliver already grabbed me and zip lined to the clubs roof.

-(WITH YOU AND OLIVER)

Oliver walks into the bathroom with you in his arms, he takes off your costume and puts you back in your dress and shoes. He hears some voices yelling and he realizes its Lance. He puts your head on his lap and starts stroking your hair. He threw your duffle bags into one of the garbage in the cans in the hallways.

"Starling City Police! Open up!" Lance says from the other side of the door.

"Its open!" Oliver says while rubbing your back.

"Ha-" Lance was going to say something but then he realizes that you and Oliver are on the floor.

"Is she okay? does she need any medical assistance?" Lance asks sarcastically.

"No, she didn't feel well so she's just resting for a little." Oliver says with a smile on his face.

"Did you know your guy in the green hood just attacked Adam Hunt just next door." Lance says putting his hands in his pocket.

"Whos Adam Hunt?" Oliver asks. He gets up and makes his way back to the floor. "Hey! 2 million dollars to the person who finds a guy in a green hood." The crowd cheers and Oliver goes back to you.

He picks you out bridal style and carries you out the club.

"Ollie! Ollie!" Tommy yells out. Oliver turns around and looks at him. "Is she okay?" He asks while walking up the stairs with Oliver.

"Yeah she fine. She just passed out so im taking her home." He tells Tommy as they arrive to the entrance.

"Alright, take care of her. Ill tell everyone you left." Tommy puts his hand on Olivers shoulder and walks back down to the party.

Oliver places you in the car and drives off to the base.

----

You get to the base and Oliver takes you out of the car. He picks you up bridal style and takes you inside.

He places you on the table softly and steps back. He looks at you and admires you. He smiles then grabs the case. He takes out the herbs Yao Fei had given him. He mashes it up and puts water in it. He lifts your head and makes you drink it.

Your fight or flight activated and you started attacking Oliver. Oliver took both your hands and put them together. He puts hand cuffs on your right hand and cuffs it to the table.

----

In the morning, Oliver is sitting at the desk, Hes looking at the money transferring into all the peoples accounts. He looks at the book and crosses Adams name out. He looks at the photo of his father from the book he had picked up the other day.

-(FLASHBACK)-

Everyone is asleep except Robert. (Y/N) had her head on Olivers shoulder while having their fingers intertwined and Robert had his hand around Oliver. Robert was looking at the crewmate, asleep with a knife in his hand.

"There's not enough for all of us." Robert whispers in Olivers ear. Oliver wakes up and looks at his father.

"Save your strength." Oliver tells his father.

"You two can survive this." Robert says whispering to his son. "Make it home, make it better. 'Right my wrongs.' But you got to live through this first." Robert says shaking Oliver making sure hes listening to him and not falling asleep. "You hear me Ollie? You hear me son?" Robert asks.

"You just rest dad." Oliver says quietly trying not to wake you up and falling back asleep.

"Yup." He says bluntly while kissing Olivers head. He moves Oliver off of him, which makes (Y/N) moves a little to adjust to the new position.

Robert pulls out a gun and shoots the crewmate. This make (Y/N) and Oliver jump.

"Dad?" Oliver says in shock.

"Survive." Robert says before putting the gun to his head and shooting himself.

"No! No!" Oliver yells while you try to keep him calm. (Y/N) bring him over to you and you grab his hand and put his head on your shoulder. He starts crying and you just let him.

-(END OF FLASHBACK)-

Oliver sits back in his seat remembering what had happened in that safety boat. He hears your groaning in pain.

"I feel like im having the worst hangover of my life." I say while groaning and putting my free hand on my face.

"Says the girl who's spent her whole 20's in a hangover." Says Oliver turning around to look at me in the chair.

"Un-cuff me. Please." I ask him and and he gets up and grabs the key to the cuff.

He un-cuffs you and you move your wrist. You get up and look at him.

"I need to go home and change. I smell as bad as you did on the island." I say laughing at my own joke. I grab my heels and start walking out.

"Ha ha very funny (Y/N)" Oliver says sarcastically.

"Whatever!!" You say walking out.

-(WITH LAUREL)

"If hypothetically $50,000 magically appeared in your bank account it might be best for you not to speak about it to anyone ever." Laurel says talking to someone on the phone. She laughs. "God bless you, too."

"I just got a very grateful phone call for one of our clients against Adam Hunt." Say Anastasia to Laurel.

"Me too." Laurel says while shaking her head and smiling.

"It looks like Starling City has a guardian angel." Anastasia says. She leans in closer and whispers "By the way, your cute friend is here." Anastasia says. Laurels smile drops and she turns around her chair. Tommy's standing there with his hands in his pocket smiling.

----

"You left the party pretty quick last night even after I made sure the bar was stocked with pinot noir."Tommy says.

"It wasn't really my scene."Laurel says.

"I thought maybe you and Oliver went Mano a Mano again. I saw you two head out." Tommy says teasing her.

"There's nothing between Oliver and I, not anymore." She says making sure he understood.

"And here I thought the only thing between you and Oliver was us." He says looking away.

"I wouldn't exactly characterize us as an us, Tommy." She says while she stops walking.

"Then what would you call it?" He asks her.

"A lapse."

"That's quite a few lapses." He states. "Your place, my place, my place again." He smiles. Laurel looks at him and chuckles.

"Oh, come on, Merlyn, we both know that you're not a one-girl type of guy."

"Depends on the girl." He says looking at her.

"I have to go back to work." She tells him getting ready to start walking back. She turns around and Tommy shakes his head.

"Dinah Laurel Lance. Always trying to save the world." He says and she turns around.

"Hey, if I don't try to save it, who will?" She asks him with a smile on her face. She turns back around and goes back to work.

Oliver was there, the entire time listening in into their whole conversation.

"She says the island changed me."

-(FLASHBACK)-

"She has no idea how much."

Oliver sits up and tries to fix his vision.

"There are many more names on the list those who rule our city through intimidation and fear. Every last one of them will wish we had died on that island."

He taps (Y/N) awake and points to the island they are approaching.

-(AT QUEEN MANOR)-

A man walks down the stairs and starts talking.

"The police failed to identify the men I hired to kidnap Oliver and(Y/N). They never will." The man says. "Should we arrange another abduction?" he asks.

"No. There are other ways of finding out what my son knows." Taglist:

[speedynana]

[After the pack runs into one of Derek's ex's from his time in New York]

Stiles: Oh my god, that girl was gorgeous! I mean, did you guys see her?!

The pack:

Stiles: Why on Earth would Derek ever break up with someone so beautiful? What was he even thinking?!

The pack:

Stiles: I know if I ever landed someone like that, I'd probably never let them go.

The pack:

Stiles: Aw shoot, I gotta get going or I'm gonna be late. See you later guys!

The pack: The pack:

Malia: So, are we all still pretending Derek's ex-girlfriend didn't just look like Stiles in a wig?

[speedynana]

FBI Agent: Stilinski, the suspect is all yours. Stiles: Hey, Gerard! Derek said when I caught you I should read you this letter. Stiles: "I wanna lick the skin off your body, baby"--- whoops, that side's for me. Stiles: [flips the page around] Here we go. "I wanna rip the skin off your body, Argent."

[speedynana]

*Stiles and Derek with their baby*

Derek: I... I want to be called dada

Stiles: *almost laughing* really, badwolf? Dada?

Derek: *poker face*

Stiles: Fine. I'll be tata

Derek: Tata?

Stiles: it's dad in polish. It remembers me of my mom

[speedynana]

Scott: *bursts through Stiles’ bedroom door to find Derek and Stiles sprawled atop the bed, fully clothed, each reading books*

Scott: So you two ARE having sex!

Derek: *looks down at Stiles where he’s laying on his stomach beside him*

Derek: Really? Stiles, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

[speedynana]

Derek: Have you guys seen—?

Isaac: *angry*

Erica: *trying not to laugh*

Derek: You look upset. You look angry. What are we mad about?

Isaac: Stiles lost a bet.

Derek: And you’re upset?

Isaac: Yeah! Because the loser was meant to do something embarrassing. And he was meant to wear a dress.

Derek: And?

Stiles: *crashing into the room, wearing a dress* Derek, there you are! Check out this dress. I look so good. Like, this is the best outfit I’ve ever worn.

Isaac: *anger intesifies*

Derek: *speechless* Oh.

Isaac: IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE EMBARRASING! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE IT!

[speedynana]

[human au]

isaac, closing the front door as he comes home: GUYSSSS, I'M BAAACKKK. isaac, stomping on the floor: I'VE GOT SOME REALLY LOUD FOOTSTEPS. isaac, knocking over a vase: HAHA SILLY ME. isaac, at the top of his lungs: BOY, I SURE HOPE I DON'T WALK IN ON SOMETHING THAT WOULD RUIN ME FOREVER! isaac: ... isaac: *screams for extra caution* stiles: will you SHUT up?! we're WATCHING A MOVIE!!!

[speedynana]

Rebel - Kelly Severide

Pairing: Kelly Severide x fem!reader

Word Count: 800+

Warning: One swear word, mention of we*d (the whole fic is about this)

A/N: Just a warning, I've only seen half a season of this show and a full season of Med. So if I get a character wrong, my bad. Also, I mention that the reader is Boden's niece but she doesn't need to be blood-related. She can be a family friend niece or whatever you want to decide.

Masterlist / One Chicago Masterlist

Once in a while, everyone would be in a good enough mood to sit down and have dinner. No excuses about needing to clean the truck or refill the ambo. Also now excuses from Squad 3 that they were having an intense round of cards. Them being free to actually sit and eat together was probably due to the fact that you cooked dinner, something that was rare. Often you were too tired, but today felt different so you decided to do the task of cooking dinner for the firehouse. 

For the first 10 minutes, everyone was quiet. Other than utensils clashing against each other hardly any words were said. Everyone wanted to get a good amount of food in before a call would come through.

Although it wasn't long before someone started up a conversation. In a second the table looks like a real family dinner table, loud. The topic seemed to be reminiscing about being young, before becoming a firefighter. You were one of the youngest at the table so you didn't think they were gonna ask questions about the topic. Your youth wasn't that long ago. 

"What's one thing you miss when you were younger." Sylvie asked you seeing as you were next down the line.

"Smoking weed." You casually said which made everyone look at you with a raised eyebrow. They thought you were joking or not believing you.

"What? I work for the state, I can't do that anymore." You shrugged as if it was no big deal. You really didn't think it was, it was so easy to get the supply so it shouldn't be that shocking.

"You used to smoke weed?" Casey asked again still in disbelief as with everyone else.

"Yeah, who hasn't at last once?" You asked and soon courses of 'me' all spoke at once. Some of them had to be lying right?

"God you guys were boring." 

"Next you're going to tell us you got arrested." Otis quipped which made you gasp.

"Wow just because I smoked weed you make that connection, and no I haven't I just ran from the cops." You mumbled the last part not knowing why you were feeding them this information. Sure you were all one big happy family, but big happy families don't need to know everything about each other.

"What the hell, kid," Hermann said making you give a sheepish smile. The look on his face told you he was never going to look at you the same again.

"It was a different time, I was having the time of my life." You defended yourself. Sure weed wasn't legal in Illinois, but it wasn't bad. It was a herb.

"What else did you do?" Kelly asked who surprisingly has been quiet this whole time. He didn't look as shocked as everyone, but he didn't know you had this side of you.

"Uhh shoplifted?" You said in a questioning tone. Still, you didn't know why you were confessing all this.  

"How did you do a 360?" Sylvie asked impressed. You acted nothing like the girl you were talking about. Their young, sweet, rookie.

"I got sent to live with Boden, that's what happened," 

"I heard my name." You heard the devil himself say from behind you as he made his plate of food. He must have had an important call if he didn't come to eat right away.

"We didn't know your niece was a rebel child," Sylvie said making Chief laugh. He had the pleasure of watching you grow and is a big part of why you are today.

"Yeah, but look at her now." He said in a proud tone making you smile.

"Well he just made stop half the dangerous illegal stuff, I still smoked." You added not thinking much of it, you really didn't know when to stop.

"You what?!" He exclaimed making my eyes go wide.

"I thought you knew this!" You defended yourself. This was your sign to stop talking and not spill anything else about 'the time of your life.'

"No! How long did you do it for?" He asked making me gulp, all of a sudden you felt like you were 16 again.

"I stopped when I got hired." 

"You continued for 5 more years. You were smoking in college?!"

"How did you not smell it, I had some good shit. I thought you let me go since I was doing good in school." You defended for what seemed like the millionth time in just 5 minutes. 

"I'm going back to my office." He shook his head making you laugh. You knew it stressed him, but years have passed. He was just going to have a good laugh about it when he gets over the fact he couldn't tell what was happening in his house.

"Who knew you were such a rebel child," Otis said making the table chuckle.

"Oh like I'm such a good girl now. You older people are a buzzkill." You pipped in taking a jab at them, they were really showing their age. Even the younger ones who weren't that much older than you. 

"You got your hands full Severide," Sylvie said making your boyfriend shake his head in amusement. 

[speedynana]

stiles and derek: we keep our circle small 💯 not by choice though, people do NOT enjoy being around us

[speedynana]

Simon Riley who has to get used to a softer touch. CW : Handjob, praise, brief mention of masturbation, bit of sub Simon.

Simon was used to the feeling of rubbing his cock raw while wearing his gloves. He had to become accustomed to the rough, almost painful feeling just to get off during a stakeout.

You're currently straddling his lap, pulling him from his jeans and wrapping a soft delicate hand around his cock. Letting him kiss and nip at your neck. Soft sighs of pleasure coming from you.

Simon groaned as you started stroking him. Your soft and smooth palm such a contrast to the rough and textured feel of Simon's glove.

Simon growled against your neck as you kept your pace, the pleasure was immense but he craved something rougher.

"C'mon lovie, you can go faster than tha', grip me a bit tighter" Simon moaned. His brows furrowing in confusion as you merely shake your head no and smile sweetly at him.

"But I wanna be soft with you Si. Y'deserve it" you whisper, speeding up the movement of your hand just slightly. Making Simon shudder, his eyes flickering.

"Fuck, hand is so soft, love. God it feels so good" Simon whined.

You didn't expect Simon to whine. But it made your cunt throb.

"There we go, Si. Doing so good for me" you coo gently. Swiping your thumb over the slit of Simons tip. Causing him to gasp and buck his hips. "Fuck my hand, Si" you giggle.

There was something about you being composed above him that made Simons stomach fill with need. His orgasm quickly approaching.

"Please" Simon begged, weakly thrusting his hips again. "Lovie I'm close"

"Make a mess of my hand, Si. Wanna lick it clean" you smile.

Your thumb swiped over Simons slit again and he cried out, eyes squeezing shut and brows furrowing deeply. His cum spurting as he bucked his hips and babbled your name over and over.

"You really gotta stop smoking, Si, y'cum is bitter" you grin down at Simon when he opened his eyes.

"Fuck off" he huffed with a small chuckle.

⛧°. ⋆𓌹♰𓌺⋆. °⛧

[speedynana]

I can’t stop thinking about bratty princess reader x bodyguards 141

Something something your life is ruined now that your father has hired four broody body guards to be with you at all times. They usually rotate shifts, one staying with you at all times.

Sometimes events call for three of them or all of them. So when it’s time for a royal ball and three of them are needed, Simon opts to sit this one out in hopes to avoid the uncomfortable socialization.

After the ball, John stays at the palace with you and Kyle and Johnny join Simon back at their residence. Simon is absolutely baffled when the boys don’t shut up about how bratty you were and the major attitude adjustment you need.

Talking about how you refused to follow directions, even when they were for your safety. Refused to buckle up in the car and struggled so much that Johnny had to hold you down while Kyle buckled you up. Pouting the rest of the way home. Refused to eat dinner at the ball and insisted they stop at a drive through even though that wasn’t on your itinerary. Threatening to get them fired if they don’t take you.

The boys go on and on about your behavior and Simon just listens, dumbfounded.

“What’s that face for Riley? She even worse with you?” Johnny asks with a frustrated tone.

Simon shakes his head. “No attitude for me.”

The boys both start laughing. There’s no way that’s true. You’re truly a spoiled rotten brat, they think. There’s no way that he’s serious.

They never believe him until there’s an event that calls for all four of them. Simon’s with you at the palace while you get ready. The three boys pull up out front ready for you to join.

They watch as you walk nicely to the car and climb into the middle settling in next to Johnny. Simon climbs in after you. The boys are ready for the battle of asking you to buckle up.

“Buckle, princess” Simon grumbles.

“Yes, Mr. Riley.” The car goes silent. Johnny and Kyle look like their eyes are about to pop out of their head. John doesn’t miss the way your cheeks blushed red.

The car ride is silent. The boys are too shocked to say anything. Since when did you have manners and the ability to follow instructions? John drives with a grin on his face. Simon is unphased as you rest your head on his shoulder.

At the event, you are on your best behavior. You eat your food, move when instructed to move, and smile the whole time. The boys are genuinely so shocked at this new side of you. They watch in awe as Simon approaches you and the ever present feisty look is no where to be found.

“Ready to go?” Simon asks softly.

“Can we please stay a little longer?” You ask so kindly. Simon nods and finds his protective position.

“Did she just say please?” Johnny asked exasperated.

“She doesn’t even know what that word means!?!?” Kyle is just as shocked. John just chuckles and shakes his head.

They then watch as minutes pass and you gently tap Simon and tell him you are ready to leave.

When you get to the car, Johnny decides to put this to the test. Simon gets you in the car and closes the door to talk to the event staff before leaving.

“Buckle up sweetheart.” Johnny instructs.

You give him a polite nod and buckle up quickly. John lets out a chuckle and before Johnny can’t say anything before Simon is joining them in the car. “Bloody hell.” is all that is heard as the car falls silent.

On the way home, you lean over the Simon and ask if you could stop for ice cream. He replies with a simple “No, princess” and is met with no reaction from you. A slight nod and your head falls back against his shoulder.

Kyle is about to lose it. You threatening to get them fired if they didn’t take you through the drive through the other day. What the fuck has Simon done to you??

Something something and now it’s the end of the night. Simon has got you settled into bed and walks into the castle living room to review how tonight went with the security team.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Johnny and Kyle stare at him as if he’s accomplished the impossible.

“Told ya, no attitude with me.”

John chuckles and pats Simon on the back as he grins.

A/n: is this dumb?? It’s been eating my brain for a four hour car ride 😭😭

[speedynana]

A HEARTBREAKING DISCOVERY

Jason Todd x Reader

Dick Grayson x Reader (unrequited, sorry Dickie baby i love you)

SUMMARY: Nightwing saves a civilian and instantly falls in love with her. But there's something about her he doesn't know...

WARNINGS: fluff/crack fic, FEM!R but no use of Y/n, Dickie is a simp, Reader is a civilian and doesn't know about Jason being the Red Hood. Also Reader is a bit of a sunshine here because i like this type of character, if you don't like just write your own story (it's always better to set the record straight yk).

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

"Help! Someone help me!"

After that long night Dick was about to go home and lie down on the bed without even eating anything. But how could he do it when that frightened female voice was desperately asking for help? He simply couldn't.

So Dick leaned over the ledge of the building from which he was keeping watch to observe the situation. And there she was, in the middle of that squalid, dark street, surely dragged there against her will, a poor girl in distress in the clutches of two stupid, two-bit thugs, one of them holding her tightly in his arms, while the another was rummaging in her bag.

Dick sighed (not because he didn't want to save the woman, but just because he was tired and couldn't wait to get home as soon as possible) and stood up and then threw himself off the ledge with an elegant somersault, full Grayson style.

He landed perfectly behind the criminal with the bag and before his companion could react and warn him, Dick tapped his shoulder. The guy whirled around and his eyes widened when he saw Nightwing's figure in front of him.

"Don't you know that it's rude to look into a woman's bag without her permission?" Dick asked.

The thief remained silent, as if he was even thinking about the answer, but before he could say anything, Dick punched him in the face, knocking him backwards unconscious. Too easy.

"Hey!" then exclaimed the second one, the one who was still holding the woman. "You bastard!"

Dick turned to him with a bored expression, not surprised to see that the guy had now pulled out a small knife and was pointing it at the poor girl's neck. Dick put his hands on his hips and tilted his head.

"Listen" he said, nodding at the unconscious thief on the ground. "I'm going to tell you this in the kind way: if you don't want to end up like your friend here i suggest you let her go and i promise i'll let it slide. We all just want to go home and sleep, yeah?"

The guy looked at him with wide, undecided eyes and Dick noticed the tremor in the hand holding the knife. As for the woman however, Dick locked eyes with her (even though she couldn't see his behind his domino mask) and saw her terrified eyes fixed on him, while she was shaking like a leaf.

After long seconds spent in the silence of the city, Dick took a step forward and both the thief and the woman raised their heads to look at him, as his muscular form towered over them both. He slowly reached out and stole the knife from his hands without any problem, while the woman let out a big sigh of relief. In fact now that Dick noticed it, that guy was a pretty young boy, too young to be a thief and he was probably so scared of Nightwing that he couldn't react anymore. This was probably his first attempted crime and the girl had been their unfortunate test subject.

Dick bent his face towards him and the thief looked at his with a pale face, until...

"Run"

The guy didn't have to be told twice. He took a few steps back until he turned and ran away, running back the way he came. Dick watched him run with a smirk and put the pocketknife away, deciding it was best that that object was in his hands.

"Well, that was easy" he said proud of himself, running a hand through his raven hair to fix it.

Then he finally looked at the woman he had just saved, seeing that she was pressing a hand to her chest and breathing deeply, still shocked by what had happened. Dick turned to retrieve the bag that had been left on the ground near the first thief. Luckily he had arrived in time and nothing had been stolen. He picked up the bag and approached the girl again, handing it to her.

"I think this is yours, sweetheart"

The girl took the bag from Dick's hands with trembling fingers and when she raised her head to look at him again, Dick could finally get a good look at her.

Oh...

It was at that precise moment that Dick felt all the tiredness he was feeling disappear in a few seconds, as if he had recovered all his energy. As Popeye ate spinach to gain strength, Dick only needed one look at your innocent face to feel more alive than ever.

"Thank you" you murmured, looking at him shyly. "Thank you so much, i mean it. If you hadn't been here, i-i don't know wha-"

"Hey hey relax, it's okay" Dick interrupted you with a reassuring smile. "It's my job to save people and i do it with pleasure. Especially if they are cute girls like you"

Dick couldn't hold his tongue back. He couldn't let you go without first complimenting your beauty, which had enchanted him in the same way the sirens had done to Odysseus' companions with their hypnotic song.

"Oh..." you murmured, feeling your face heat up. "Well, thanks"

Dick felt his heart skip a beat when he saw you get shyer. He wanted to take you and put you in his pocket, keeping you like a little lucky doll. Yeah, there was no doubt: he had just fallen in love with a stranger. A very pretty stranger.

"You... You're Nightwing right?" you asked him then, tightening your hands on the straps of your bag. "I read a lot of articles about you in the newspaper, but i didn't think i would ever meet you"

Dick dramatically bowed, waving a hand.

"The most fascinating vigilante in the city at your service. Enchanté, my lady. May i have the honor of knowing your name too?"

You giggled lightly, hiding your giggle behind your hand and telling him your name. Dick almost wanted to tell you not to hide your smile from him, but he managed to stop himself. If he wanted to flirt with you he shouldn't have gone too far or he would have ruined everything.

"May i ask where were you headed?" he asked, getting back on his feet and you nodded.

"I was coming home from work. I always take this route and something like this has never happened to me before" you murmured in response, while your relieved tone faded at the mere thought of the danger you had just run. "But luckily you came, i'm so grateful that you were nearby. Is there something i can do to repay you? Anything?"

Bingo!

Perfect, now was the right opportunity to make the first step. So Dick gave you the brightest smile he could give a woman and offered you a hand in a gentlemanly manner.

"The only thing you can do is allow me to let me take you home. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing i left you all alone after what happened"

When Dick saw you nodding with a wide smile on your lips he knew he had hit the nail on the head. Everything was going as planned: after taking you home he would ask you out so then you would fall in love with him and get together and then-

"My boyfriend is going to be so excited to meet you!" you said happily. "I can't wait to tell him that i was saved by Nightwing himself!"

CRASH!

With those exact words, Dick felt his heart shatter like a sheet of glass on which a fucking hammer had been dropped. Luckily you weren't able to see as his blue eyes widened behind his mask as he felt his dream crumble into dust and blown away by the wind.

Of fricking course! How could he have been so stupid to think that a sweet, cute girl like you was single?? Someone up there enjoyed making fun of him, evidently, because this was not fair at all!

"O-Oh... You have a boyfriend?" he asked, feeling his smile falter and trying not to point out how much that news had taken him by surprise.

"Yes" you nodded again. "He's very informed about Batman and other vigilantes, you know? I'm sure he'll love seeing you in person"

Despite the innocence with which you were unconsciously stabbing his heart with every single word, a small, very small part inside him told him to forget it and let you go home alone, not wanting for any reason to have anything to do with that stupid boyfriend of yours who had won you over before him. And who knows, he probably wasn't even as handsome as him... Or he definitely wasn't as beautiful as you... I mean, it wasn't fair that you were already taken okay??? Period.

But Dick mentally shook his head. No, he couldn't afford to leave you after what you had just been through, he couldn't let jealousy get to him like that.

So, reluctantly, he stopped himself from letting out a sigh and smiled at you.

"Well, then it's best not to keep him waiting. He'll be worried about you" he said.

He gestured for you to come closer to him and as soon as you were next to him he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. With his other hand he pulled out his grappling hook and after pointing it upwards, he muttered a simple "Hold on tight", to which you nodded dutifully and wrapped your arms around his torso.

Oh God, Dick almost fainted. And to think there was a lucky bastard in his place who enjoyed feeling your body heat against his practically every day!

It was better to bring you home and leave as soon as possible, so he would save himself from further humiliation. Yes, it was better that way.

Dick shot the rope from the grappling hook and within seconds you found yourself flying through the stars towards your house.

"Here we are" Nightwing said as he carefully brought you back down to earth, right in front of your front door.

"Thank you so much for everything you've done, Nightwing" you said, turning to him and taking his hand in both of yours. "What can i ever do to repay you? You can ask me anything, really"

Dump your boyfriend.

That's what he wanted to tell you. But Dick was mature enough to know when there was a line not to be crossed and in those few minutes he had known you he had understood that you didn't need a vigilante intruding into your happy love life, you didn't deserve it.

So he just gave you a wistful smile.

"You don't have to do anything to repay me, sweetheart" he said and you looked at him with admiring eyes. "Knowing that you are safe is enough for me. After all, it's my job"

Suddenly the front door flew open and both you and your savior jumped and a male voice rang through the air.

"Baby!"

You and Dick turned towards the one who had just called you and while you smiled toothily, Dick felt his heart sink in fear when he recognized the green eyes and the tuft of white hair on his forehead.

Oh no, there was no fricking way...

The stupid lucky bastard...

Your boyfriend was-

"Jason!"

Your hands let go of Dick's to be able to sling over his 'little' brother's body and hug him tightly around the waist, as if you hadn't seen him in forever and Dick felt his heart break even more than it already was when he saw him hug you back.

Remember when i said that someone up there enjoyed playing with poor Dickie's life? Well, apparently they were having a blast doing it and were probably enjoying the scene down below while munching on some popcorn at that very moment.

"Where the hell were you??" Jason asked in a worried tone, making you pull away enough to place his hands on your cheeks and look you in the eyes, stroking you skin with his thumbs. "I was worried, you weren't answering the phone"

You gave him a reassuring smile, closing your hands around his wrists and tilting your head to rub a cheek against his palm.

"I know, i'm sorry Jay, that wasn't my intention. There was a problem, you see uh... Two thieves attacked me on the way home and were about to rob me"

"What!?" Jason blurted out, his eyes widening. "Are you okay?? Did they fucking do anything to you??"

"No, i'm fine. I was a bit scared but i'm fine now, i really am" you nodded, then took a step back so you were pointing at Nightwing with one hand. "Look! Nightwing saved me"

It was at that moment that Jason actually became aware of the second presence in front of the front door and finally his eyes rested on Nightwing's, covered by his mask, and then they widened. Dick smiled unsurely and raised a hand to wave awkwardly.

"Hi..."

Jason remained silent, still shocked by the situation and Dick did the same even though the latter had a myriad of questions in his head to ask his brother. And the first one that needed to come out of his mouth was: how long has he had a girlfriend and why hadn't he told anyone???

But then your voice interrupted the mental conversation the two men were having, completely unaware of the dramatic situation.

"It's Nightwing himself! Can you believe it, bub??" you asked frantically, holding onto your boyfriend's muscular arm. "He fell from the sky and knocked out the first thief with one punch! Then the other one was probably scared because at a certain point he put a knife to my throat!"

At those words Jason suddenly turned to look at you in fear and saw you pointing to your neck with a finger to make him understand your story better. Fortunately, no stab wounds remained. Dick saw him turn so quickly that he thought he got whiplash.

"But i'm perfectly fine, i swear!" you quickly added and he seemed to relax visibly. "Nightwing took the knife from his hand like it was nothing and then made him run away! It was amazing! I mean, i almost died... But Nightwing saved me!"

Dick smiled touched by your enthusiasm. He didn't care if you were already engaged or not and he didn't care if the boyfriend in question was his damn adopted younger brother. There was no greater satisfaction for him than the gratification of having saved someone's life.

"Like i said" Dick said calmly. "This is my job and i'm glad i was able to help you. And if you ever find yourself in trouble again, which i hope doesn't happen, just give a shout and i'll be right there for you"

"I will" you promised.

You then leaned towards Jason's face to kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm going to take a shower and then we can have dinner" you murmured against his skin and your boyfriend nodded with a small smile.

"Go on baby, take your time" he retorted (and although usually he would have asked if he could join you, this time he held his tongue, a bit ashamed to say such things in front of Dick). "I'm just gonna have a chat with Nightwing, okay? I'll be back in a bit"

You nodded and turned to look at the vigilante in blue and black one last time, smiling sweetly at him. "Good night Nightwing. It was nice meeting you"

Dick waved goodbye by calling your name and watched you disappear behind the front door which Jason closed behind him. Oh, Jason was so, so lucky.

The latter let out a heavy sigh, finally sure that you were home safe and away from danger. Dick crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head slightly, looking at him with a smirk.

"I have so many questions-"

"I know, Dick" Jason harsly interrupted by raising a hand and muttering his name, to make sure no one could hear. "I was planning to tell you and the others, okay? Sooner or later..."

Jason then ran a hand over his face and Dick realized that this wasn't the right time to talk about it. He was probably still stressed about the fact that you've been in danger and he didn't even know and he wasn't there to save you. And Dick knew Jason was the kind of person that tended to put all the blame on himself when someone he cared about suffered because he hadn't been able to help them. Even if it wasn't actually his fault.

It was best to give you and Jason the quality time you deserved. So he reached out to give him a couple of pats on the shoulder.

"We'll talk about it another time" he said in an understanding tone and Jason nodded in relief.

Dick turned on his heel, ready to report to Bruce and head home, but Jason's voice called out to him again.

"Hey"

Dick looked back at Jason and saw him flash him a smile. A genuine one and full of gratitude, which he rarely saw on his lips.

"Thank you for saving her. I owe you one"

It was at that moment that Dick realized that it was better to get rid of that crush he felt for you as soon as possible, which would've only made him suffer. Jason made you happy and you made Jason happy, he understood it from the looks you exchanged. Maybe if you had met Dick first then something could have been born between the two of you... But fate had decided another path for Dick. You and Jason had your own way to go.

Dick nodded, smiling back.

"She's lovely, Jaybird. You're lucky. You both are"

Then he took his grappling hook and shot it upwards, disappearing into the darkness of the night.

"Jay?"

"Mh?"

You absentmindedly touched the food on your plate with your fork, too busy thinking, while Jason, sitting in front of you at the table, calmly continued to eat his dinner.

"Now that i think about it... I think Nightwing was flirting with me after he saved me, you know?"

The sound of Jason's fork falling onto his plate made you lift your head to look at him in surprise, seeing him cough heavily after the bite he was eating went sideways. Before you could get up and help him, he spat it onto his plate and then looked at you with wide eyes.

"He what?!"

The next morning Dick awoke to the phone ringing loudly in his room. With a grunt he turned to reach for the phone on the bedside table and picked it up, accepting the call without even seeing the name of the caller on the screen.

"Hello-"

"Did you fucking hit on my girlfriend Dickhead??!"

[speedynana]

1/2 (unedited)

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎ : in the year 3020, androids of all types are being produced globally. cybernautic technologies (cnt), the leading company in the field, is offering anyone who has bought an android from them the opportunity to be selected as a beta tester for any of their upcoming models at no cost—all you have to do is sign up. while the odds of being chosen are quite low, when cnt has revealed the imminent launch of their latest android, named 'the guard dog.' you arrive home to a large, heavy package bearing the cybernautic technologies logo waiting at your doorstep.

SEPTEMBER 11TH, 3020 ⸺ ANDROMEXUS CITY, FELICITY PORT— THE PROSPECT RESTAURANT | 10:16 PM.

“hello, welcome to the prospect, i’ll be your server for today.”

“will that be all?”

“thank you for dining here at the prospect!”

“what would you like to drink tonight?”

“would you prefer soup or salad?”

“will you be paying in credits?”

“it seems you're low on mexus currency, we’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“here at the prospect, everything is cooked and served by humans.”

“enjoy the rest of your stay here in felicity port.”

⸺⸺⸺⸺ ☙ ⸺⸺⸺⸺

everything slipped by in a haze, a blur of muted colors and indistinct sounds, as if the world outside had faded into a dreamlike state; and you don't remember eating at all today. the gnawing emptiness in your belly screaming for attention is testament to that, your body desperately trying to consume itself whole in mutiny. your fingers glide over the soft fat of your stomach, a tender caress meant to placate the piercing pains and the grumbling whale noises. however, it continues its revolt and doubles its efforts.

as a matter of fact, you couldn't remember if you’d even gone home the day prior or stayed to work through your off hours into this shift. because the moment you clocked in, time seemed nonexistent. hours evaporated into mere moments, while seconds stretched into agonizing eternities, voices overlapped and the heat of the kitchen crept underneath skin and charred bones, words pierced hearts and knives nicked flesh. claret hued blood confused with strawberry puree.

 there was no concept of time here at the prospect. you realized that a month into working. after weeks and weeks of grueling work, where each day bled into the next, a nightmarish cycle of labor that left you retching and gasping for air every single time you came home, time seemed to warp and stretch. it felt as if the second you crossed the threshold of your home, you were heading back to work, with barely enough time to brush the smell of puke from your breath. and for the entire bleak month of feburary, you found yourself ensnared in a twisted romance with your bathroom toilet; a tall glass of orange juice- your only companion in this grim affair.

and because there was never a point when the restaurant was empty, there was never a moment when the workers could break. never a moment to catch your breath, to declutter your mind, to steady your heart, never a time to think. thoughts raced like the orders flying out of the kitchen; contemplation was a luxury they could not afford. adapt or face the door—those were the unspoken rules. amy, one of the general managers, often said, “you can rest when you’re six feet under.” ironically, her break arrived just a few months later.

the prospect stood as a rare sanctuary in a world dominated by machines, and was one of the few places that hired humans and humans only. a coveted position here came with a lengthy waiting list, despite the shit wages which barely compensated for the grueling labor. so there was no way you would leave, no way you could quit. besides, it wasn't all bad— it was quite the close-knit family here, and working could be fun most days with the right manager scheduled. and the perks were good enough. you needed the money.

“chica? you leavin’?”

your head swivels tiredly in the direction of the smooth, rich voice of your co-worker nina, her long dark tresses are pulled into a low ponytail, and the familiar piercings that embellish her spheroidal face—tiny silver hoops and delicate studs— have been taken off for the start of her shift, giving her an unexpectedly fresh look. your thoughts scatter the moment you see her, like autumn leaves in a brisk wind, as if attempting to hide from nina's presence despite the woman not being able to hear them.

your hand drops from the hold on your pained stomach, gliding down to the unforgiving chill of the bench beneath you, the shock of the cold metal causes goosebumps to ghost along your skin. when the two of you meet eyes, you can't help but grin teasingly as you respond to her, “mhm, i’m off the next two days as well,” there's a keen lilt to your voice and nina groans, her head teetering back in disbelief, her soft, rounded hands settling defiantly on her curvy hips. nina's gaze resembles deep pools of dark chocolate, rich and indulgent, infused with a small hint of cayenne.

“tell me you're thinkin’ about pickin’ up,” her voice pleads, her curvaceous figure now leaning against the threshold of the changing room. nina’s lips, petite yet full with a pronounced cupid's bow, pull into a soft frown, her chin set and a small dimple forming in the skin.

nina’d been working at the prospect long before you came, but the two of you formed bonds quickly in only a couple of weeks despite the age gap, with her being a few years your senior, the connection felt effortless. “i have a new server comin’ in and i don't want to train him alone, you know how packed we get on saturdays.” she mutters bitterly and your nose scrunches up at the mere idea of having to work on the weekend.

because the prospect was one of the three human ran restaurants in felicity port, that wasn't in the glades, it was bound to be packed and always drew in crowds like moths to a flame. most of the dickheads and drunks came out on the weekends and most workers dreaded being scheduled for it. however, when you and nina were on the clock together, most would leap at the chance to work those nights. you let out a sigh and shake your head, lips pursing and toeing into your beat-up shoes. “i would– you know i would, but cody is on my ass for the amount of overtime i racked up last month, so i can't.”

nina’s forehead gently collides with the door frame as she processes your response, a rhythmic thud echoing in the air. after a few moments, she pivots her head to meet your gaze. “bitch, why do you do these things to me? creo que voy a dejarlo.” the question is filled with exhaustion and slight irritation that has your mouth opening in a boisterous laugh, much to nina's growing irritation. the hispanic woman's hand lifts from its grip on the doorframe, and the middle finger raises slowly, but it only makes you laugh harder as you clutch your weathered tote bag and rise from the cold metal bench. ( i think i'm going to quit. )

you lightly tap the toe of your shoes against the floor before walking towards nina and enveloping her shoulders with your arm, lips pressing to her olive toned cheek as a parting gift, soft chuckles still slipping from your lips. "i'll see you monday, nina." you tell her softly, patting her shoulder, then glide by her, walking to the back door of the restaurant.

SEPTEMBER 11TH, 3020 ⸺ ANDROMEXUS CITY, FELICITY PORT— THE PROSPECT RESTAURANT | 10:45 PM.

there's a chill in the air the moment you cross the threshold into the open, the warm autumn air from early in the morning feels like a figment of your imagination. and for a heartbeat, you linger, eyes lifted to the synthetic trees that stretch toward the artificial night sky, watching the transformation of leaves from vibrant green to fiery red, cascading down to the metallic earth below. where with each leaf that touches the surface, vanishes in a delicate explosion of shimmering blue motes.

the loud hum of machinery, and the occasional chirp of synthetic birds flitting between the branches makes your stomach churn. there was nothing real here.

despite it being deep into the night, felicity port was as bright and loud as ever. known to outsiders as: the place that never sleeps, andromexus city thrummed with life. the sharp sound of flying cars and the whoosh of hoverboards, the loud thrum of the machinery just beneath the metallic sidewalks and roads, the sound of pleasure androids promoting their workplace, and the sound of rowdy human men that came with it. there was never a moment where felicity port was silent, never a moment where shit wasn't happening.

it was a place where dreams were made and also came to die-- everyone yearned to call andromexus city home, yet only a select few could endure its relentless pace. it stopped for no one and at times, you wondered how you managed to survive.

your eyes flit around the darkened alleyway, well as dark as it could get with the flickering glow of promotional drones flying around, their neon signs casting a sharp light. you search intently until your eyes land on what you're looking for, or perhaps, who, you are looking for. with a steady stride, you approach the homeless man, joel, an older gentleman whose wisdom is etched into the lines of his weathered face. yet, despite the knowledge that comes with age, he has found himself adrift in felicity port, stripped of mexus currency and credits. "joel, i got you something to eat."

his lashes, wispy and white as gossamer, flutter before his eyelids lift revealing soft irises of honey brown and milky white. he was blind in one eye. joel's gaze seems to brighten the moment that they find you, a smile pulling at his thin lips, his crooked, yellow teeth on display to give you a warm smile. "you're here," the man murmurs, his voice raspy yet tender, as he shifts slightly beneath the thick blanket, a gift given to him by you.

you can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you crouch before him, rummaging through your well-worn tote bag to retrieve the food you had pilfered from the restaurant kitchen. "i am," you murmur back softly, grabbing his thin hand, blue veins protruding against his flesh. you gently place the hefty weight of the box in his grasp. "enjoy, joel,"

there's a soft pop of your joints when you stand from your crouched position and you grimace softly, hefting your tote bag over your shoulder once more and taking a few steps back from the man. with a swift turn, you exit the alleyway, a smile curling your lips when you hear the faint voice of joel calling out a, 'thank you', the bustling sounds of the street greeting you.

when you first moved to andromexus city, the sounds and smells of felicity port made you nauseous and dizzy. you could barely be outside for more than ten minutes without swallowing down the burning taste of vomit, without having your hands cushioning the weight of your skull in your palms. the lights were too bright, everything too loud, the smell of oil and smoke filling your lungs and clinging to the walls like an unwelcome guest you had been overwhelmed, with no one to help you become accustomed to it.

despite having resided in felicity port for a few years, there was still a dull ache in the back of your head the moment you stepped outside of your apartment. with a gentle shake of your head and a deep sigh, you deftly maneuver through the packed streets of the entertainment district, narrowly dodging teenagers zipping by on hoverboards and gliding on sonic razorblades. this was the familiar rhythm of your day, the 'dream' you had envisioned while living in nebulon city, where the population was only ten thousand.

"i'll take a corndog."

"that'll be five, in mexus currency."

the prices were cheap in felicity port but then again, the food wasn't real out here in the entertainment district. just crafted to resemble the culinary delights of a bygone era, a time when the world still had the animals and resources to create such dishes. you weren't too sure if this was even the original taste of a corndog, with its sweet, bready exterior and the savory meat hidden within, all generously slathered in ketchup and mustard. nothing was real.

as you turn down the familiar street that your apartment rests on, you observe the small android children frolicking on their porches, undeterred by the late hour. sleep was a concept foreign to them, after all; they weren't bound by human needs. your blunt human teeth bite into the familiar taste of the corndog, a treat you always got yourself the moment you got off of work. a soft sound of contentment escaped your lips, chewing slowly as your eyes took in the activity of felicity port.

"excuse me."

"sorry,"

the softness of your lips part to mutter, hips narrowly missing the patrolling security robot as you continue your way down the street. for a fleeting moment, your gaze lingers on the machine before you turn your attention ahead. andromexus city was no stranger to crime; it was a constant presence. it was inevitable with the number of jewle addicts and homeless that took up more than half the population and each night, countless individuals fell victim to theft, losing their credits and mexus currency. thankfully you had never been targeted before.

the moment your apartment complex comes into view, your eyes land on a huge box stationed in front of your door and your lashes flutter, your stomach clenching painfully from hunger. you instinctively press your fingers against your abdomen, trying to ease the discomfort, while you cautiously ascend the stairs to your floor. eyebrows furrowing and footsteps light. you hadn't ordered anything in months, yet with each step, your address becomes more distinct, and your name emerges clearly on the package.

your fingers glide across the surface of the box, your eyes darting around as you absorb its details, eventually settling on the tiny logo of cybernautic technologies nestled in the bottom right corner. your eyebrows lift in soft question before you slide past the box, placing your thumb on the doorknob. the scanner emits a red blinking light until the mechanical sound of your door unlocking is heard and the scanner flashes green.

as you turn the knob and push the door to your apartment ajar, you let your bag tumble to the floor with a soft thud. standing there, hands on your hips, you tilt your head back to scrutinize the top of the box that looms above you, lips trembling as you let out a sigh, muttering softly to yourself, "what the hell are you?"

SEPTEMBER 11TH, 3020 ⸺ ANDROMEXUS CITY, FELICITY PORT— PROXXY STREET | 11:57 PM.

it took more than half an hour for you to drag the box into your apartment and the center of your living room, it was as if it were a leaden weight that clung stubbornly to the ground. you were sure it weighed a ton, and in the process, you had chipped at least two nails.

now, standing before the box with your hip tilted to one side, you were drenched in sweat, your chest rising and falling with exertion. meanwhile, your android dog, who you named willow, was still stationed at its charging station and though the thought of letting her roam free while you tackled the unboxing was tempting, you ultimately decided against it.

walking to the kitchen, your hand instinctively reached for the laser knife nestled in its sheath. with purpose, you returned to the box, carefully slicing along the dotted lines designed for a precise opening of a package from cybernautic technologies. after a few deft cuts, the front of the box fell away, hitting the tiled floor with a resounding thud. your blade followed suit, clattering down just moments later as your gaze finally settled on the imposing figure within the box—a large, burly man, no android, firmly secured within it.

he was naked from his neck to the deep v-line at his hips; from then on he was covered by a pair of cnt boxer briefs that truly left little to the imagination. you swallow thickly, forcing your gaze to remain fixed on his face. he possessed a rugged handsomeness, his dark blonde hair tousled and his lips a delicate shell pink. he looked real, a vividness that made it difficult to believe he was an android. with a trembling hand, you reach up to brush softly against his cheek feeling the chill of his skin—a common trait among androids, especially when they were not connected to their charging stations.

your breath hitches just from the touch of his frigid artificial skin, and your fingertips brush and tap down his flesh until they get to his chest, where you press your palm firmly against him. your eyes remain fixed on his face, tilting your head slightly in a daze, lips slightly parted as your gaze roams over his features, the contours of his jawline, the curve of his lips, and the startling realness of his skin. there was something so different about him compared to the other androids that have been made. your fingers wander over the delicate hairs just below his navel, a soft, almost reverent touch, but then you withdraw your hand abruptly, as if you'd been shocked.

your gaze darts around your living room for a brief moment before it settles on a small envelope glued to the front of the box. in a swift motion, you lower yourself into a crouch, pressing your palm against the sturdy cardboard surface. with your other hand, you carefully peel the letter free, shaky hands, ripping it open, fumbling to get the note out of the envelope before your eyes roam over its contents.

exciting news: you've been selected as a beta user! dear [recipient's name], here at cyberbautic technologies, we’re thrilled to inform you that you have been chosen as a beta user for our latest innovation, the android robot known as "the guard dog." this advanced robot is designed to provide security and companionship in your home. you will have a full week to interact with the guard dog, testing its features and functionalities. we encourage you to explore all its capabilities, which include smart surveillance, voice interaction, personalized security settings and other functions. your feedback is invaluable to us, so please take note of your experiences, any challenges you encounter, and suggestions for improvement. best regards, [your name]

your lips part in a soft movement of disbelief, and your gaze darts back to the android confined within the box, his eyes closed in a serene slumber and framed by long, delicate blonde lashes. everything about him was so big, so masculine, and void of any gentle contours. broad shoulders taper down to a powerful torso, each muscle defined and pronounced and thick, muscular thighs, thick and sturdy.

your eyes travel down to his large hands with blunt fingernails, it reminds you of a life of labor, of toil and effort, as if he wasn't forged from metal and circuitry. each finger is thick and strong, capable of both delicate precision and overwhelming force. a sharp, prominent nose, slightly askew as if it has borne the brunt of countless battles. it was as if he was a greek god sculpted from marble.

letting the letter fall from your hands you walk forward and lean in close, eyes looking for the small power button nestled just beneath and behind his ear. with trembling fingers, slick with sweat, you press it, feeling a bead trickle down your temple. the sound of him powering on reverberates through the confines of your small apartment, and you carefully retreat a step back.

nothing.

no movement, unlike what you’d seen in countless galaxy network videos of android unboxings. your eyebrows twitch as you instinctively move to take a step forward, but then a voice echoes through the air—dark, deep, and tinged with a rough accent. it sent a warm wave of heat unfurling within your stomach, leaving you momentarily breathless. hand pressing to your heart to calm the fierce thumping.

“standby mode: off.”

a gentle hum emanates from his internal mechanisms and as if awakening from a deep slumber, his eyes slowly open, the brown irises glowing a pale blue, while streams of programming code flicker rapidly across their surface. you watch as his chest slowly starts to move, as if he is mimicking the act of breathing. and the moment you step closer, you can feel the heat rolling off his body in waves.

“performing quick self-diagnostic check.”

crouching, you retrieve the laser knife from the floor. you approach the android, your heart racing as you carefully slice through the straps binding his arms; descending back down to also cut the straps from his ankles; making sure to avoid looking anywhere below his waist. once the android is free from his bindings, you swiftly retreat a few paces, creating distance between you and the now-unrestrained figure.

“diagnostics complete.”

the gruff, deep, accented, and almost monotonous sound of his voice sends a chill racing down your spine, and the scent of pine and something akin to smoke invades your nose and lungs. then his brown eyes, so life-like and dark, are on yours, with an intensity that is hard to ignore. your eyes widen when he speaks, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on his face, “id code: #a36h920tr, you have been selected as a beta user for my model, ‘the guard dog,’ set to launch in the fall of next year. i am the only one of my kind and have been named, simon.”

what exactly have you signed up for?

your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, while your eyes blink in a startled manner, akin to an owl's gaze, as a tightness grips your throat, a constricting band that makes it feel as though you are being choked by an unseen force, “y-yes, my name is [your name].” you mutter, heart thudding so hard in your chest, it’s almost painful.

“your heart rate is above the normal range. initiatin’ a complete body scan for owner: [your name].”

hot. your flesh felt like it was peeling from your bones, dissolving into a pile of gore at your feet. you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. he was an android, he wasn’t real, just a mere construct of metal and circuits, yet he appeared so convincingly lifelike, both in appearance and sound, that it was disorienting. you could almost convince yourself he was real, as real as the oppressive warmth surrounding you. with a sharp intake of breath, you cleared your throat and raised your hand, halting his scanning gaze. “no! i’m fine, it’s just…hot.” you mutter sheepishly.

simon’s gaze is an unwavering, dark pit, drawing you in with an intensity that felt almost otherworldly. as if he could ask you to do something and you would, without hesitation. the way he spoke, low and deep, growly and gruff, like distant thunder, set all of your nerves on fire and scorched your bones to the marrow.

the two of you are silent for a moment, and you catch a glimpse of the android's gaze flickering momentarily to your breasts and thighs, see the soft clenching of his large hands, yet, just as quickly, his eyes return to meet yours. your lips part and his eyes follow dutifully, taking in the softness of your mouth, the delicate curve of your lips, the gentle nervous breath that escapes, and the slight peek of your pink human tongue. you wonder what thoughts race through his mind, what algorithms are at play as he watches you. wonder if he's aware of the way your skin tingles under his gaze.

was it even possible to have sexual tension with a damn robot?

you practically jump out of your skin when he shifts, thick powerful legs, connecting to a tapered waist, emerging from the confines of the box. in response, you step back, wide eyes on his. then his whole body is out, and somehow he seems bigger than he was before– it's as if he takes up all the space in your small apartment. you can't help the breath of awe that escapes, or the way your eyes trail down his neck, past the swell of his adams apple, before settling on the impressive contours of his chest.

there's something akin to amusement that seems to swirl in his eyes when you find his gaze again, that and something…dark, in a way. just as you prepare to speak, a subtle flash of red flickers from just behind and beneath his ear.

“my power level ‘s low,” he informs you, and you respond with a nod, feeling somewhat foolish as you remain rooted to the spot. his eyes narrow, like a predator watching prey, prompting you to finally break the silence. you wipe your sweaty palms on the back of your pants. ��right, sorry. uh, i have a charging pad, just, um–” you motion towards the corner of the living room where your android dog was stationed on a charging port.

simon’s head cranes to look where you point and he lets out a soft, deep grunt before his dark eyes find yours, and it steals your breath, and causes heat to blossom between the apex of your thighs. you shake your head, attempting to dispel the swirling thoughts, and cautiously maneuver around him, you can’t help but notice the way his gaze follows you, breath hitching when you hear him take in a soft inhale of your scent.

you quickly make your way to the charging pad and gently pick up willow, cradling her plush body to your chest and stepping out of the way. “you can charge now, simon.” you murmur, pivoting to meet his gaze. however, he's already bridged the gap, now merely a foot away. the artificial warmth radiating from him sends a wave of dizziness through you, mingling with the earthy scent of pine and smoke that clings to his frame. he’s a massive android, perhaps the biggest creation cybernautic technologies has made.

a small startled sound escapes your mouth and you instinctively shuffle away, your back pressing against the cool surface of the wall. he looks as if he’s going to eat you whole, ravage your body, and leave you as nothing more than a heap of overstimulated flesh. you swallow thickly and his intense gaze flits down to your throat. there's a stall in his mechanics, you notice the way a vivid purple light flickers from his power button and turn red before his dark eyes finally break away from yours, and he strides toward the charging pad, the 'muscles' in his jaw tightening.

“standby mode: on.”

with a trembling inhale, you observe his eyelids fluttering close, and his chest stopping its movement; almost as if he were no longer alive. the moment simon is charging, you exhale sharply, pressing a hand against your heart, holding willow close.

“i think i’m gonna pass out.”

SEPTEMBER 12TH, 3020 ⸺ ANDROMEXUS CITY, FELICITY PORT— PROXXY STREET | 4:09 AM.

you're not sure what the time is or why you woke up, but your lashes flutter, and the stark white ceiling comes into focus, the shadows of your room slowly receding. despite the warmth from your comforter, you can feel a brush of cool air over your collarbones. your eyes glide around your room, groggily taking in the dark chamber before landing on a massive, bulky figure looming at the foot of your bed.

a scream lodges its way in your throat, attempting to claw its way out, but before it can break free, a deep, gravelly voice cuts through the tension. “your heart rate is elevated, and your stress hormones are off the charts. you’re frightened,” he states, his tone almost indifferent. you swallow hard, the scream lodged deep within you, your heart racing and your skin flushing with heat. “what the hell are you doing in my room?” you murmur, sitting up slowly in bed.

“i am programmed to always be within a certain range of you, sweetheart.” he states gruffly, his voice, while panty-dropping, had a bit of sass to it. “this ‘s a setting that can’t be overridden.” simon finishes, and you can feel his eyes on you, roaming over the exposed skin of your body, it sends a delightful shiver down your spine.

sweetheart? did he just call you sweetheart? why were your nipples getting hard right now?

you swallow thickly, and stretch your hand to flick on the lamp beside your bed, the soft click seemingly loud in your ears and the warm light chasing away shadows. you feel the pressure of your teeth against the inside of your cheek as you steal a glance at him, he’s still only clad in his cnt boxers, all tight to his skin. quickly, you avert your eyes, focusing instead on his face, before you can get anywhere lower.

the two of you stare at one another, his gaze, deep and smoldering, as if he could see straight into your soul, felt like having sex with just a look. it felt like his hands were sliding tantalizingly along your skin, tracing every curve, while his lips and tongue roamed your breasts with a fervor that sent shivers down your spine. you could smell his scent, pine, and smoke, engulfing you, threatening to suffocate you. was it possible to get turned on by just staring at someone? you could almost feel the weight of his hands, the way they would explore, mapping out the contours of your form with a deftness that no human could match.

you shattered the stillness, your gaze lingering a moment longer before you gestured toward the bed, right at your feet. “you can sit here.” you say softly, breath hitching as he swiftly follows your ‘command’, his huge body moving with the grace of a feline, that belied his size as he stalks over to the bed, the mattress dipping heavily and your bed frame creaking and groaning in protest under his weight. the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity of his gaze.

he’s close, way closer than you’d thought he’d be, so much so that his body heat seeped through the comforter and warmed your bones. you clear your throat and attempt to steel your frazzled nerves. “y-you feel…different, from the other androids cnt has made.” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper as you shifted beneath the sheets, rising onto your knees on the bed, the fabric rustling softly. you could feel his gaze on you, a steady presence that made your skin tingle. “…more real.” you hesitate, searching for the right words. “it feels like you're not just a collection of algorithms and circuits. you… you have a presence, a warmth that makes me forget you’re not human.”

“recent advancements have led to the development of new formulas that enhance androids with more human-like traits and emotions. we are now modeled after humans who are meticulously chosen through a rigorous selection process and subsequently analyzed across various disciplines to evaluate their characteristics.” simon replies smoothly, his gaze briefly dancing over the soft curves of the exposed plush of your thighs before they’re back on yours. had they not been basing androids off of humans this whole time? what does it mean to be human in a world where androids can evoke such genuine feelings? the warmth of his presence envelops you, and for a fleeting moment, you forget the boundaries that separate flesh from circuitry.

your breath snags in your throat, and heat engulfs the entirety of your body, your lips parting and your gaze stuck on his. he wasn’t flesh and blood; he was an android, a mere machine, yet the desire to reach out and touch him surged within you, stronger than anything you had ever felt, never wanted to be touched the way you wanted him to touch you, it felt almost primal. you blamed it on being a sex-deprived woman. there weren't many choices here in felicity port. in this city, where the neon lights flickered like distant stars and the hum of machinery drowned out the whispers of the heart, you had learned to navigate the loneliness that surrounded you.

"can i touch you?" your lips part, and the words tumble out before you can catch them. you notice the brief pause in his software, and see the vibrant purple glow that dances at his power button before it shifts to a deep crimson. you wonder what that meant, wonder if he's thinking about what type of touch you're talking about. you don't retract your words, hell you don't speak at all; just sit there with a bated breath, eyes flickering over his face.

"yes."

his reply is husky and deep, dark brown eyes glued to yours, and you feel a flutter of fear, afraid that if you look away, you'll wake up and realize that this is all a dream. that simon wasn't really here in your bedroom, clad in only tight boxer briefs, and eye fucking you. his eyes roam over the bare skin of your thighs, lingering as if memorizing every inch, every curve, and his large hand twitches, as if he’s fighting an internal battle, and there's a vivid flash of purple before it ignites red. the room feels smaller, the walls closing in as the space between you shrinks.

you shift your knee forward, inching closer, the fabric of your night dress gliding up to expose more of your skin, more and more until your knees rest against the warmth of his bare thigh. the eye contact makes your entire body thrum with burning heat, his eyes never veering from yours; his large hands pressed to the tops of his thick, muscular thighs. his body swamps yours entirely- and you were nowhere near small—despite your own size, you feel dwarfed by his sheer strength, and the sight sends a rush of heat pooling in your panties. you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to be enveloped in his embrace, to have those strong arms wrap around you, pulling you closer still. have his tantalizing scent—warm, musky, and undeniably masculine— invading your senses.

simon watches as your human hand comes up to shakily brush against his skin, your fleshy lips parted to take in shallow breaths, your slender throat and face flushed with heat. he can see inside of you, see the thumping of your heart, the speed at which it increases, the surge of testosterone coursing through you. can smell the heat of your skin, the sweet scent of your body wash, his senses study it and he recognizes it as sugared lavender, milk, and honey. every detail becomes magnified—the way your eyelashes flutter, the slight quiver of your lips, the way your breath catches in your throat as you meet his gaze.

the subtle rise of your chest with each breath, the gentle flutter of your heartbeat, and the way your eyes sparkle with emotion—all of it pulls him deeper into a realm he has only observed from a distance. he can feel the real warmth of a human, not his synthetic core that heats his body, and it's starkly different, it overwhelms him for a fleeting instant, causing a momentary short circuit in his system. can see the difference between the soft rise and fall of your chest compared to his fake breathing, the delicate curve of your breasts--

this is what he was based on, a human. and he couldn't compare, not in the slightest. you were the blueprint. he felt himself utterly lacking. simon can't help but lean his cheek into your palm when you shakily press it to his face, feeling the delicate contours of your fingerprints against his skin, each ridge and curve imprinted itself in his mind, and commits this entire moment to memory.

your fingers brush and trail over the expanse of his face, tracing the contours of his forehead, the sturdy line of his chin, the defined angles of his jaw, and his cheekbones. finally, they linger on his lips, a delicate shell pink, inviting, and soft. he watches you, despite your gaze following the soft line of your fingers on his artificial skin, he watches you as if it’s the last thing he’ll be able to do.

out of the corner of your eye, a flicker of purple catches your attention before it ignites into a vivid red, his hands clenching when it happens, as if frustrated. curious, you trail your hand down his cheek and behind his ear, to where it flashes; before you can utter a word, his voice, deep and rough, fills the air. “can i touch you?”

your heart stops and skips all in the same breath and you nod, captivated as he turns his body toward you, his gaze never leaving yours. simon’s large hand rises to cradle your cheek, it’s a confident movement that sends a shiver down your spine, his thumb brushing over the true warmth of skin. his long, sturdy fingers then meander along the curve of your nose, tracing the delicate arch of your brows, and as his fingers glide around your eye, you can’t help but close them for a brief moment, surrendering to the sensation of his touch. his fingers finally rest on your lips, a gentle yet possessive gesture that sends a rush of warmth through your entire being.

he wonders what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his--

your lips are plush and fleshy, and he can’t help but drag your bottom lip down gently with his thumb, revealing the delicate curve of your gums and the soft pink of your tongue. simon releases your lip, his hand gliding down your slender neck, fingers pressed to the rapid thumping of your pulse before his fingers trace the delicate line of your collarbone.

“you’re nervous.” simon states gruffly, his voice rumbling with a hint of authority as he observes, fingers sliding down your neck, a warm, deliberate touch that glides to your side, where they press into the gentle curve of your waist, kneading the soft flesh of your abdomen with a firm yet tender grip. there's a weight to his tone, a certainty that makes you feel seen in a way that both comforts and unnerves you.

“you make me nervous,” you whisper, your breath hitching as your fingers fumble to clutch his shoulders, when his hand trails over the soft, covered underside of your ass, fingers dancing lower until they flit over the back of your bare thigh. the power button just beneath his ear pulses a soft purple, flickering repeatedly before it finally shifts to a deep red.

curious, you press your fingers softly to it, nails pressing gently into his skin. “what does that mean?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, your mind swirling with the intoxicating scent of him, at how close you are to him. a small voice in the back of your mind reminds you that this simon is merely an android, a fleeting creation destined to vanish in a week, not truly yours. but you wanted him all the same.

“the filters installed in my hardware are functioning properly.” simon says gruffly, his fingers brushing against your thigh with a restless energy. “if the thoughts that i have of you or the touches that i attempt t’express conflict with the filter; i’ll recalibrate.”

“w-what kind of thoughts?” you whisper, throat bobbing as you swallow the lump that’s formed. his jaw tightens, and his gaze locks onto yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. “i’ve wanted my coc–.” simon’s power button flickers to life, glowing a deep purple before shifting to a fierce red. he’s silent for only a moment, then his jaw sets even harder. “the filters installed in my hardware are functioning properly.” simon restates and you nod loosely, briefly wondering if there was a way to turn it off that— no, what the hell were you thinking?

yet, before you can rein in your thoughts, your lips part, and the words tumble out in a rush, "is there a way to turn it off?"

a/n : ya'll...why is the smut killing me? like, i enjoyed writing the plot but then i get to the smut and i'm like...meh. is it cause that's all i post? maybe. anyways! i'll write the second part one of these days, but i wanted to post this cause i love it so much. (did i do some clickabit? absolutely)