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plainbrunettelbl · 5 years ago

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ABO Rich (A) Katsuki Bakugo x Poor (O) Reader Money Can’t Buy You Everything Alpha (Chapter One)

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Warnings: Mentions of possible Omega trafficking. Rude rich Bakugo.

Title: ABO Rich (A) Katsuki Bakugo x Poor (O) Reader Money Can’t Buy You Everything Alpha (Chapter One)

Summary: Ten years later you run into a red-eyed customer that smells nice but has a terrible attitude.

(Gif not mine)

💥-Boy were you wrong. You wanted money desperately.

💥-You were now a struggling twenty-year-old who worked two jobs just to keep a roof over your head. One job you loved at the other you hated. Of course, the one you hated was the one that brought in the most money.

💥-During the day you worked at a nice floral shop and at night you were a waitress at a popular night club. The tips paid really well so you tolerated the creepy Alphas that would try and get you into their bed.

💥-Another thing that made you struggle. You were an Omega. While that would have been okay in normal circumstances for you it was a life sentence. Once your mom had caught on about your presentation and how it could mean money for her she nearly sold you to the highest bidder.

💥-Luckily you overheard her plans and got the heck out of dodge. So at eighteen you packed whatever you could into a bag and ran off. The first few months were horrible.

💥-Being a homeless Omega was like leaving a nice juicy cut of steak in front of a group of lions. You had a few close calls with a couple of Alphas but nothing too serious.

💥-An old Beta had seen you on the street and offered to house you until you could get back on your feet. She was a sweet old woman that ran the floral shop you were still working out.

💥-At first, she had you helping around the store in payment for staying with her but then she noticed how handy your quirk was. She hired you after that and while it was decent money you didn’t want to burden her so you looked for another job and found the one at the night club.

💥-Once you made enough to move out you found a cheap apartment on the less welcoming side of town. You didn’t mind it too much. Your neighbors could be loud at times but it was better than nothing.

💥-So here you were standing behind the counter of Fana’s Floral trying to plaster a smile on your face. You loved this job but it was tiring working both jobs just to keep you afloat.

💥-When you heard the bell chime you were under the counter looking for a pair of stem cutters for the order that was meant to be picked up at lunch. The sound of shoes tapping against the floor made you peek above the counter.

💥-A pair of ruby eyes connected with yours.

💥-They seemed oddly familiar but you couldn’t place from where. You quickly stood up and brushed off your green apron. “What can I do for you today sir?” You smiled.

💥-The scowl on his face was unchanging. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

💥-“My assistant was supposed to pick up an order today but something came up. I would like to pick it up instead.” He sighed clearly impatient to get this over with.

💥-You could tell from his white dress shirt and black slacks that he was well off but him mentioning an assistant sealed the deal. You had to make sure to treat him well so he could come back again.

💥-“Of course. Do you have the name that went with the order?” You were quick to pick up the logbook.

💥-“Bakugo. Bakugo Katsuki.” He stated offhandedly his eyes focusing on the phone he held in his hand.

💥-That’s why he looked familiar! He was that boy you saved when you were a kid. You were glad he didn’t notice your eyes widening. Your brain instantly notifying you of the glaring differences in your appearance and social standing.

💥-What did you say? Hey, you remember that girl that found you locked in a shed? I wasn’t desperate for money then but now I would take anything you offered. No way were you gonna let him know it was you.

💥-Another thing caught you by surprise. He smelled delicious. The smell of salted caramel invaded your nose. You had come across good-smelling Alphas before but nothing as mouthwatering as him.

💥-You quickly reigned in your Omega it could do anything stupid and busied yourself with finding his name in the logbook. Bakugo. Pick up at 11. A bundle of pink Peonies. Payment due: 356.25

💥-Your jaw nearly dropped. You didn’t even know the store sold flowers that could cost so much. You schooled your expression before addressing him. “Pink peonies for Bakugo?”

💥-His eyes looked up from his phone for a second before going back to his screen. “I don’t know what type of flowers he ordered. I let him pick them for me.”

💥-“I see. I’ll go check in the back to see if they are ready.” You held a tight smile before turning and fleeing to the back. You saw the pink flowers in the check-out station. You grabbed them before heading out.

💥-“I found them. They are wrapped and ready.” Set them on the counter.

💥-He slipped his phone into his pocket this time. His eyes gazing at the delicate display. His frown deepened a little more.

💥-“I don’t like the purple wrapping. Change it.” He demanded before taking his phone back out as he clearly wasn’t gonna leave anytime soon.

💥-You floundered for a second. Wrapping things had always been your weakness when it came to working in the shop. You were working by yourself today so it wasn’t like you could pass it off to the other workers like you usually did.

💥-“Of course. Right away sir.” You ran back into the back room to grab all of the wrapping supplies you would need. “What color would you like?” You called out.

💥-“Anything not purple.” He bluntly replied.

💥-You picked out a sky blue and walked back out to him. Instead of being on his phone once more he was casually leaning against the counter. You tried not to blush as his gaze was focused on you.

💥-“So do you get a lot of customers?” He asked.

💥-“A decent amount. There is always a poor Alpha trying to make up with his Omega or an Omega wanting something to brighten up their den. You never know who will walk through that door.” You laughed.

💥-You tried your hardest to wrap his flowers the best you could. No sloppy ribbon tying or crinkled edges.

💥-“Sounds a bit boring if you ask me.” He answered.

💥-“It can be. Around the holidays it gets busy but we also do bonding ceremonies so that can also keep us busy as bee sometimes.” You reply trying not to let his rude attitude affect you.

💥-You cut the white ribbon that held everything together and sighed. It seemed decent enough. Not your worst work.

💥-“Okay, that will be 356.25. Will you pay with cash or a credit card?” You looked up at him.

💥-“Card is fine but I don’t think I would like the flowers to be wrapped anymore. Do you have a vase to put them in?” He remarked.

💥-The smile on your face was starting to slip. What type of jerk had you re-wrap flowers and then ask you to end up putting them in a vase anyway. You don’t care if your Omega was nearly purring at the smell of him you nearly wanted to refuse and have the door hit him on the way out.

💥-Of course, you couldn’t. He was spending good money and would likely come again if he every whim was met. So you tersely cut the wrapping away and went to go get a vase.

💥-“What color would you like the vase? It will also cost you extra.” Your tone had taken on a slight edge.

💥-“Extra doesn’t matter. A red one would be fine.” He added. He stopped leaning against the counter and stood straight up.

💥-He really didn’t care about the purple wrapping or a dumb vase. He had merely asked for those alterations just so he could stay in your presence a little longer. There was something about you that had him lost in thought.

💥-Like a distant memory or something.

💥-He told himself it wasn’t your alluring scent that had him transfixed. You smelled of cinnamon and freshly baked bread. Sweet and comforting. Your cute frame and pretty smile were also not on his mind.

💥-You worked in a flower shop for God’s sake. He wasn’t gonna associate himself with you any further than this stupid flower order his assistant wasn’t able to pick up.

💥-Kirishima’s mate had his pup so he really couldn’t blame him for taking the day off. He was gonna be gone for a while since Bakugo agreed to give him a few weeks off to bond with the pup. Bakugo would shut him up every time he tried to thank him for it.

💥-“Alright, the vase is gonna be an extra 26 dollars.” You slid the vase in his direction.

💥-You tried not to choke when he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He reached in and grabbed a black credit card. He swiped the card without even looking at the grand total.

💥-You ripped off his receipt and handed it to him.

💥-“Have a nice day.” You chimed.

💥-He shot you a glance before picking up the vase and headed towards the door. Goodbye grumpy face. You were gonna leave it at that before he suddenly turned back and stated.

💥-“Have fun playing with dirt.” He called out a small smirk on his face.

💥-“I do have fun digging around in the dirt so don’t worry about me.” You joked back. Once the words registered you blanched. Hoping he didn’t catch on.

💥-He let the door close and turned towards you. “You like digging around in the dirt? Why does that sound familiar? Have we met before?” He pressed.

💥-You face would get even paler if it could. “I-I don’t think so. I would remember if we did.” You stammered.

💥-“I swear something about your dumb dirt-covered face reminds me of something.” He stated.

💥-“Hey! That’s not nice!” You quickly brush away anything that might have been on your face. “Trust me I would remember someone as rude as you.” You countered.

💥-If he wasn’t gonna play nice than neither were you.

💥-“Rude? I have been nothing but nice.” He began walking towards the counter.

💥-Maybe you should have been worried about angering him but your filter flew right out the window. You would blame it on being tired later on. “You have been rude and brash ever since you walked in with that grumpy looking face of yours.”

💥- “Grumpy face...” Something clicked in his head.

💥- He slammed the vase onto the counter with a shocked look on his face.

💥- “Plant girl?”

I was surprised everyone liked the prologue so much. Thank you for you guys kind words! It really means a lot. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. What do you think of Bakugo being his usual rude self? You see the reader liking him for more than his scent anytime soon? I would like to know you thoughts. Thanks for reading. 💕

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years ago

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Assassin For Hire 4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: NSFW, 18+ only, smut to follow…

“What the hell happened?” You slammed the door of your apartment behind you. The sprint from the garage left you a little breathless. Steve paced around the living room, his hand running through his hair, while Bucky leaned against the fireplace mantel with with his arm crossed tightly over his chest.

“Bucky fired…”

“I didn’t actually shoot anybody!” Bucky threw his hands up.

“Bucky fired into in group of teenage kids!” Steve growled.

“That little punk…” Bucky stabbed an angry finger at the photo of Abruzzo on the coffee table. “And his goons were about to take that boy’s finger off with wire clippers. I took a shot that busted the tire rack. They were too stupid to think about why they suddenly had a dozen radials bouncing off their heads. It gave that kid a chance to run, so don’t bark at me.”

“Bucky,” Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “You could have…”

“What? I could have missed? Come on, Steve!”

“You promised!”

“I did not shoot anyone!”

“Did you recognize the kid?” You physically stepped between them, interrupting the glares.

“No.” Bucky shook his head, still scowling. “I got pictures on the scope. We can pull them up.”

“I got shots today too.” You nodded, holding up your camera. “Sounds like we’ve got notes to compare. Did you guys eat? Because I’m starved.”

“You know we could always eat.” Bucky relaxed a little. He took the camera from you, popping out the memory card. He pressed his lips to your forehead before moving to the computer.

Looking over at Steve, you held out a hand in a silent plea to end the argument. His fingers intertwined with yours, but the frown never left his face. Finally, he gave a great sigh.

“We’ve got steaks in the fridge.” Steve pulled away. “I’ll throw them on the grill. You guys pull together the intel from today.”

“Thank you.” You didn’t want the day to end in a fight.

Over your meal, the three of you studied the players. The AI helped uncover the records of the members of Abruzzo’s gang. Evidence seemed to indicate he ran a local identity theft operation, dabbling in car theft and minor drug dealing.

You’d seen Sarah Jacobs swiping cards and her brother driving a car which was probably stolen, but otherwise there was yet to be any solid ties to Abruzzo.

“So,” Bucky pointed with his fork. “This Jacobs boy is a wrestler, plays baseball, has really good grades, has a cute girlfriend, takes care of his little sister, and still manages to have the time to run with a gang. I don’t buy it. There’s not enough time in the day.”

Steve huffed. “You managed to find time for trouble.”

“I didn’t do all those sports,” Bucky smirked around a mouth of food. “And my grades could have been better if I’d actually done homework.”

You chuckled. “I thought I read somewhere that you were a great student.”

“He was.” Steve reclined back, finishing his dinner. “Got mostly A’s.”

“And you didn’t do homework?”

“Naw.” Bucky shrugged with a sly smile. “Too interested in chasing skirts. When I wasn’t doing that I was keeping this one out of trouble.” He nudged Steve’s leg with his bare foot.

Steve rolled his eyes as he stood up and gathered the plates. You helped him clear the table. “Steve, I’ve got this. You cooked.”

He followed you into the kitchen, setting the plates in the sink. Steve pulled you into a close hug, burying his face in your hair. You rubbed your fingers into the tight muscles of his back. He sighed.

“Gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

He just made a noncommittal noise.

“Steve, come on... please.”

“Just been arguing with Ross today about our role. Seemed appropriate that while we’re sticking our noses into the crimes of a local thug, I’m in the car bickering with the Secretary of State that we have the good judgement to operate without oversight.”

“Sorry.” You squeezed him tighter. “I know how much you hate those discussions. I hate it even more that we’re putting you in an awkward position.”

“No.” He stood straighter. “I’m choosing to help.”

“It’s late. Why don’t you guys figure out what we’ll do tomorrow and then we’ll get ready for bed.” You lifted on your tip toes and kissed him briefly. “I’ll clean up.”

“Okay. Thanks.” He kissed you once more and went to join Bucky in front of the large monitor.

The three of you reviewed all of the people observed throughout the day to the best of your ability, utilizing technology beyond the reach of most governments. Unfortunately, any direct tie between Abruzzo and Sarah or her brother eluded you.

You woke late in the night, half sprawled over Steve’s back. He slept on his stomach, face buried in the pillow and legs tangled in the sheets. Rolling over, you found the other side of the bed cold and empty. Steve barely moved as you slipped out of bed.

Pulling on a worn-out oversized sweatshirt of Steve’s, you silently padded out of the bedroom. Bucky sat at the kitchen table in the dark, staring at the image on his laptop. Slumped back in his chair, scowl on his face, the harsh light made him look menacing.

“Hey.” You whispered.

He just sighed loudly.

“Can’t sleep.” It was a statement, an observation, not a question.

“Mind won’t shut off. Just going in circles.” Bucky muttered. “I’m not getting anywhere.”

You came closer, straddling his lap. His hands moved up your thighs, left hand cool enough to make you shiver. He’d been sitting still a long time. You traced your fingers over the crease in his brow, over his tense jaw, down to his touch his full lips.

“Tomorrow we’ll find out more.” You combed your fingers through his hair. “Tonight is there anything more you can do about it?”

His eyebrow quirked as he looked sideways at his rifle on the table.

You smiled. “Anything more that won’t get us in trouble or break a promise to Steve?”

“No.” Bucky sighed, dropping his forehead against your shoulder.

Running your hands over his shoulders and down his back, you tugged at his t-shirt. He obediently lifted his arms as you pulled it over his head. Bucky cupped your face, lips covering yours in a slow kiss. Smiling against your lips, he let his hands fall to your thighs. Finding nothing beneath the sweatshirt, his smiled widened.

“You gonna help me get to sleep, Doll?”

“I was thinking about taking your mind off things for a while.” You nipped the sensitive skin under his ear and rocked your hips into him. His fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as he breathed out a deep sigh against your mouth.

“Damn, I love you.” Bucky sucked your bottom lip before standing with you in his arms. He carried you over to the sofa. In the dim light, he laid you down on the soft throw and pushed the sweats off his hips. His mouth, wet and hot, trailed down your neck. He bent lower to push up the old Brooklyn Dodgers sweatshirt, lips ghosting over your tummy to your breasts.

You pulled it off and ran your hands through his hair as his mouth pulled your nipple to a tight peak. A small whine escaped your throat. Bucky pulled one of your legs over his hip as he settled between your legs, his teeth raking over your throat. You moaned.

“Shhh,” Bucky breathed. “Stevie’s sleeping, beautiful.”

“Mm-hmm.” You sighed as he slid the length of his hard cock along your wet folds. The weight of his body anchoring you, flooding you with heat, made you want to melt into him. Strong arms held you close. Sinful mouth left wet trails along your sensitive flesh.

He kissed every coherent thought from mind. Tongue and teeth. Beautiful lips and delicious sighs. Bucky wanted drown you in slow, deep kisses. Want to drink you down.

You tipped your hips so the head of his cock nudged into your wet cunt. Bucky groaned, head burying into your neck. “So ready for me.” He lifted his head, hips barely rocking. “Holy shit, you amaze me.”

“Bucky.” You breathed, eyes locking, as he pushed into you. His mouth fell open, not pulling away from the intensity of your stare as he moved. The fullness. The heat. The pressure along electrified nerves. Bucky’s hand cupped your face, maintaining the deep gaze, as he pushed up on his elbow to move deeper, faster.

You wanted to weep it felt so good. Bucky look upon you with such love, such awe, that it drew tears to your eyes. “Love you.”

His lips captured the drop of wetness which slipped from the corner of your eye. You held him tighter, hips meeting his thrusts. Bucky moaned. Pulling you tight, feeling you shake. He lifted your leg higher over his hip, causing you to quake as his cock hit you just right.

“Doll,” He breathed against your ear. Your thigh quivered under his hand. You clenched around his cock. “Fuck, eh, yes. Love you, baby.” You came with choked moan, shaking beneath him, clinging to him. Bucky pumped deep, fingers digging into your thigh as he followed you over the edge. “Oh, oh, god. Fuck.” His moans were hot against your skin.

Relaxing, draped over your, Bucky eventually sighed and kissed your neck. “You’re too much.”

You ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re amazing.” He fell quiet, an unease of something from before sneaking in. “What?”

“Thank you.” He kissed you softly. “I know different, I do. But sometimes I fall into a dark spot. I guess I get caught up thinking that no one sees me as anything but a killer. Even little kids.”

“You’re more than a killer. You’re a punk.” Steve’s voice came from across the room.

Bucky’s head came up, a crooked smile on his face. “Sorry to wake you, Jerk.”

“S’Okay.” Steve yawned. “Just came in to hear that last. You coming back to bed to sleep or am I waking up all the way?”

You giggled silently. “Go back to sleep, Sweetheart. We’ll be right there.”

“Mm. Hurry.” Steve shuffled back to bed, eyes half closed.

“You okay now?”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, Doll. I’m good. Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed before he hogs the whole mattress.”

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venactricisfics · 5 years ago

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Malibu Desert

A night out

@lonelyheart75 @audrie-bryant

Mayans Based Story. Adult Content

Master List

Eighteen

After coffee and breakfast at Vicki’s, she wouldn’t hear of us eating out when she had plenty, I climbed on the back of Bishop’s bike and we rode into town. The gates of the scrap yard rattle open and we pull through.

“It’s still standing,” I comment as I take my helmet off. “I’m almost surprised.”

“So am I,” he takes my hand and we walk up the steps to the clubhouse. “I just need to take care of a few things.”

I give his cheek a peck before releasing his hand, “Hurry or we may end up with a hot pink tufted couch.”

“Don’t rush me, woman,” he says, “I will put my dirty boots on your pink couch.” He shoots me a wink then steps behind the stained glass door. I open my computer and remove the overly feminine options from my Pinterest board. I didn’t doubt Bishop for a second. I also wanted to make the new place /our/ place. Our home together. If he could compromise on Harley art and leather I could meet him in the middle. I love him more than any piece of furniture. Though I think I could squeeze that pink sofa in my new beauty room.

“Yo Malibu,” I lift my eyes from my screen hearing Angel’s voice call out, “Bish wants you.”

“In there?” I glance through the stained glass. In all the time I’d dated Bishop I hadn’t walked past the stained glass. I respected him and the club too much to go uninvited.

“Yeah in there, that’s where he’s at,” Angel responds, his words oozing annoyance.

“Asshole,” I say as I walk timidly through the door. The decor was pretty much what I expected. A long table surrounded by big wooden chairs. I fought back the urge to run my fingers over the table’s artwork.

“Sit,” Bishop motioned to the empty chair between Hank and Creeper. He had his Presidente voice on when he spoke. It was firm, controlling, if I’m honest with myself it excited me. I pushed that thought away, I was called in here to talk business. I take a seat after Angel pulls it out. It was almost daunting having all those eyes aimed in my direction.

“We voted,” Bishop says, voice still booming. “We can cut you in for 10%.”

I quirk a brow, “While I appreciate you agreeing to include me in the business. I’ve already spoken to Vicki and sweetheart, that number seems a little low to me.” Trying to keep my face just as stoic. “I’m fronting all the new expenses and providing all the new connections.” He leans over whispering to Taza then looks to Riz.

“Can you talk to Vicki and get her to kick in part of her cut?” he asks.

“I think she will be ok with that,” Riz answers.

“Then I think we can get you up to 20%,” Bishop states.

“I can settle for 25%,” I respond, “as long as the girls don’t feel the brunt of that cut.” I couldn’t quite read Bishop’s expression. Did I overstep? No, it was more than fair. Vicki and her girls get the majority, the club gets a cut for their protection, and I was kicking in all the costs for remodeling and medical.

“Done,” he picks the massive hammer up and slams it down. Adjourning the meeting. I blink, then blink again.

“That’s it?” I ask, standing as he stands.

“Not much more to discuss,” his face finally relaxes and he gives me a smile as we step back into the bar, his arm draped over my shoulders.

“You’re different in there,” I say as I slip my arm around his waist.

“I have to have my shit together, hermosa,” he tells me, “I earned their respect, I have to make sure that I keep it.”

“I like it,” I lean in keeping my voice low, “your Presidente voice is very hot.”

“Very hot, Bish,” Angel says behind me, “makes my dick hard every time.” I respond to his comment with an elbow to his stomach. “Aw shit,” he responds blocking his stomach from any other blows, “Bish your ole la…” he pauses seeing the look on my face,” your girl is assaulting me.”

“I got no problem with it,” Bishop replies then walks with me to the table with my computer still set up. I show him everything I’d picked out. He agreed with most. I compromised the big fluffy couch for a dark brown leather. And he let me go with the canopy bed with twinkle lights.

“We can have it all delivered and set up by the end of the week,” I start punching in my credit card information.

“I can’t let you buy it all, querida,” he says, taking a sip from his bottle.

“We’re buying it,” I tell him, “I’m just putting my card number.” I rest my hand on his thigh, “If it makes you feel better you can pay for the movers. I got a lot of shit that has to be packed and moved.” He nods and leans pressing his lips to mine.

“Bish,” EZ says standing across the table from us, “I got that thing you wanted done.”

“Thanks, son,” he said, then turned his attention back to me, “You ready to get out of here for a while, querida?”

“Sure,” I responded standing up with him walking out to the front, “Where are we going?”

“Just get on the fucking bike,” he states with a slight smile, “Stop asking questions.” He hands me my helmet. I swing my leg over the bike and rest my hands on his side. “You’re lucky I like it when you’re bossy,” I respond.

We rode out of the city and up into the mountains, to a part of Santo Padre I’d never seen before. The view was awe-inspiring. He helps me off the bike and leads me to a blanket that was spread out over the grass. A picnic basket in the corner.

“It’s beautiful,” I say after settling down with him, “I don’t deserve you.”

He rests his hand on my cheek, “You deserve so much more than me. I’m a fucking biker. I am grateful you ever gave me a second glance.”

“I couldn’t help but notice you on your loud as fuck motorcycle,” I smile locking my gaze with his, “waking me up at all hours.”

“Leave my bike alone, querida,” he says, “I know that bike better than I know your body.” His hand ghosting down my arm making me tremble.

“I’ll take your word for that,” I whisper as I move closer to him, my lips hovering just a breath from his, “you seem to know my body so well.”

“Yes, mi amor,” he presses his lips to mine briefly, “I know you’re hungry, you didn’t eat much at Vicki’s this morning.”

“Then I hope this basket isn’t just for show,” I kiss him back then reach for the basket. It wasn’t just for show, it was filled with steak tortas, chips and salsa, and churros filled with chocolate. It was all delicious.

I slid out of my shoes and let my toes feel the sand beneath my feet as I took in the view. The sun dips on the horizon. Everything from the scenery to the man was perfect. A gentle breeze blows my hair around my face. I turn back smiling as he snaps a picture of me with his phone. I walk back towards him, “Let me see?” He swipes through the shots he took.

He gives me a meaningful look, “Take your shirt off.”

“Here? Now?” I raise a brow.

He nods, “Your skin glows in the moonlight.”

“That’s because I’m pale,” I give him a smile. I glance about realizing we’re in the middle of nowhere, I pull my shirt up over my head and lay it on the blanket beside him. He watches me, eyes dark.

“Now your pants,” Bishop says. I pop the button of my jeans and shimmy them down my hips. His gaze moves over me, as erotic as though it was his touch. He raises up on his knees, his hands cup my hips and his lips press against my stomach. His tongue dances over the waistband of my purple satin panties and he grabs me tighter. My fingers lace through his hair when he inches lower, sucking my clit through my satin panties before peeling them down my legs. Bishop’s hands returned to my hips holding me steady as he ran the flat of his tongue along my slit. I let out a moan as the sensation courses through my body. If he weren’t holding me I would have floated away. My muscles tense and I start to tremble, but he continues probing me with his tongue.

“I’m …” I couldn’t finish the thought before my release rushed over me, my legs shaking and I couldn’t stand. Bishop guides me to lay on the blanket. He trails kisses back up my stomach and then my chest and up my neck. He whispers in my ear with a groan, “I love the way you taste.”

My cheeks still flush at his words, I brush my thumb over his cheek, “I love you, Bishop.”

“Do you, hermosa, or just because I made you cum,” he smirks, “twice.”

“That’s a bonus,” I pressed my lips to his, I moaned, tasting myself on his lips. His leather felt cool pressed to my heated skin. I tug at his belt and my hand slips inside, stroking him.

“You find something you want?” he asked, smirk still tugging at his lips.

“Are you going to give it to me?” I try to push his pants down as he settles between my thighs. He hooks my leg over his arm as he drives into me.

“You know I will,” he groans as he picks up his pace. My hands move over the leather of his kutte then grip tight on his firm shoulders. My hips move to meet his thrusts. I tremble beneath him as my mind goes blank as waves of pleasure flow through every cell in my body. He fixes his eyes with mine before his lips crash into mine at his release.

He rests his forehead against mine as he comes down from his high. I smile as his wallet chain brushes against my bare thigh, “Why am I practically naked out here and you are still fully clothed?”

Bishop smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead, “I’m just fucking lucky.”

“Damn right,” I smile back at him before pressing my lips to his. “Take me home and we can get naked together.”

#bishop losa #obispo losa #bishop x reader #bishop x oc #mayans mc #mayans smut #soa #sons of anarchy

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euphoriabled-a · 4 years ago

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𝖆 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @kaiology

❛ Mr. Geiszler, hello. ❜ Harleen cleared her throat, offering a polite smile. ❛ I know your field of expertise is in marine biology, but Arkham has asked me to- Oh, whatever. ❜

Who was gonna believe her little game of pretend? She was just glad her Asylum uniform still fit. She’d hardly had the chance to wear it since revisiting as an inmate a few years back. Oh, the GOLDEN YEARS, you never know you’ve had them ‘til they’re already behind you.

❛ You have access to some animals I’d like for a little performance with B-Man. Don’t worry, no animals will be hurt in this production. I just need information from the Bat himself. Besides, who doesn’t love a cute little piranha? I’d also need a couple electric eels for good measure. Y’know. FOR SHOCK AND AWE ? ❜

Harley snickered; leaning forward in her chair to lock eyes with the bespectacled scientist.

❛ Y’know, I think we’re really gonna get along, you and I. You don’t really have much choice in the matter, after all. I just really wanna get under his skin. And not even in the FUN way! ❜

To be honest, she’d tried for ages to figure out what made him tick. She tried sensory deprivation, knives, faking the deaths of those he loved- HELL, she even tried ASMR.

To no avail, of course.

Batsy just didn’t want to play her reindeer games. A real pity too, he didn’t even appreciate her jokes. After leaving the Joker, it was so hard to fix her sense of humor. (And considering she wasn’t ACTIVELY putting people other than Bats in danger, she hardly even got a slap on the wrist! Where was the fun? Where was the DETAINMENT?) Harley figured a good ol’ fashioned DATE TO THE AQUARIUM with The Batman was the cure to her ills.

And if nobody was laughing, she could always buy a steak on the way home for her hyenas. At least THEY still knew how to laugh along with her. She could always count on Bud and Lou, but if all went right with this nerd... she’d have something to truly log in the books. A real treat!

A captured Bat who didn’t even know which way was up. What a dream...

❛ Y’know, Arkham was such a waste of my degree. Just a dead end job where I’d be dead by the end of it. I mean, seriously- an inmate was gonna kill me sooner or later. Serial killers really have a thing for blondes, peroxide or not! Aren’t you bored doing... whatever it is you do with those... fish? Or beakers-? Or- Well, I had my Quinntet’s do all the research, I don’t really know much about you or what you do. It didn’t really seem pressing. ❜

(OR INTERESTING.)

He wore a lab coat and used to work with fish? What else did a girl need to know apart from his number? Harley did love getting a guys number; social security, debit cards, or even a license plate in times of trouble. It was so endearing... and helpful!

#♕ 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒. (harley.)#Hope you don't mind! Hi : )

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averagemarvelbitch · 5 years ago

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The Billionaire and The Mechanic / STONY

Summary: Steve is a billionaire who worked hard to get where he is. He meets Tony, the mechanic, and falls in love faster than he ever thought possible. But Tony has some issues to work through, and some secrets he’s clearly not ready to share, and Steve’s friends, ever so overprotective, are not really trusting of this strange mechanic who seems to have the billionaire wrapped around his little finger.

They soon find out that loving someone isn’t always easy, but it might be worth it in the end.

Chapters: 2/?

Read it on AO3

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Steve was happy. Happier than he had been in a very long time and it was clear everyone else had noticed it as well.

He had woken up that morning with a smile on his face, thinking about his date with Tony. In fact, he had gone to sleep the night before thinking about the handsome mechanic and, even though he didn’t quite remember dreaming, he would bet half his fortune that Tony had been on his mind all night long.

“We’re in a very good mood today, uh boss?”, Happy asked, looking at Steve through the rear view mirror.

“A very good mood, Happy”, he replied while searching for the best five stars restaurants in New York.

Steve always greeted everyone who worked for him on his way up to his office, from the doorman and security guard to his secretary and the intern who brought him coffee. That day was no exception. He smiled at them, asking about their families and their work, smiling when one of the guards, Wade, showed him some pictures of his newly born baby girl. When he finally arrived at his office, he asked Maria, his secretary, to please send flowers to the address he had just texted her.

She looked surprised for a second, but hid it quickly, “And the card? What should it say?”

Steve thought for a moment, before smiling, “I am counting the hours to see you. No, wait”, he said when Maria turned to leave, “that’s too much, I think. Maybe… ‘A thank you for being the one good thing in an otherwise shitty day’. How’s that?”

“So romantic”, Maria replied deadpanned, turning her back at him to leave.

The rest of the morning went by without too much trouble. At first, he tried to concentrate on his work, but failed miserably and quickly gave up, focusing all of his attention on making sure his date with Tony was the best the mechanic had ever had. He made reservations to the best and most expensive restaurant he could find. Then, he called Happy and told him to buy a box of Swiss chocolates. Steve was in the middle of deciding whether he should rent a limousine or not when Bucky came in, looking sly.

“A little bird told me you ordered some flowers today”.

“Was that little bird my very bigmouthed secretary?”

“No, it was Natasha, actually. But I’m guessing she got it from Hill, yeah”, Bucky explained, sitting on one of the chairs and putting his feet up on Steve’s desk, which earned him a very pointed, annoyed look, “So, are you going to tell me about this mysterious person you’re sending flowers to?”

“I met him yesterday. I was taking Clint’s car home and it broke…”

Bucky snorted. “What else is new”.

“… And there was a car shop nearby. That’s where I met him. His name is Tony”.

“Tony, huh. Is he hot?”

“He’s amazing, actually”, Steve replied, unable to keep himself from smiling. He looked up and frowned when he noticed the serious look on his best friend’s face, “what?”

“You’re doing it again. Falling head over heels over someone you’ve barely met. Look, I’m all for you meeting new people and dating. God knows you need to get laid. But you need to go slowly, okay? One step at a time”.

“So, what you’re saying is… No limo?”

Bucky shook his head, laughing. “Yes, punk, no limo. And don’t shower this guy with gifts either. You remember what happened the last time, right? With…”

“Yeah, I remember”, Steve immediately cut him off, waving his hand.

“Sorry. But hey, all I’m saying is take it slow, ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I will”.

“Cool. So, you wanna get lunch? You’re paying”.

“I always pay, you jerk”, Steve replied, already getting up and following his friend to the door.

“Punk. Just for that, I’m ordering extra fries today”.

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Tony was sitting on his sofa, fully dressed and ready for his date. He was staring at the big bouquet of flowers and the box of Swiss chocolate, which cost more than his rent and he knew that because he had googled it and had almost fallen from his chair when he saw the price. But they were good. God, they were really good. He’d had one right after the very grumpy driver had delivered them and they simply melted in his mouth, the perfect combination of sweet and bitter. He’d eaten half the box already.

When the flowers and the chocolate had arrived, Tony couldn’t help but smile. He was touched that Steve had gone through all this trouble for him. In fact, he couldn’t remember any of his past dates doing something so nice as to send him gifts before a date. But then again, he hadn’t exactly dated nice people back in the day. He shuddered just thinking about them. Rhodey had always said he had the worst taste in romantic partners, but Tony really really hoped that this time would be different.

The mechanic jumped off the couch as soon as the doorbell rang, smiling when he saw Steve’s face on the small screen. He pressed the button and said be right down, not even waiting for a response as he grabbed his jacket and closed the door to his shophouse, running down the stairs to meet his date. He opened the door downstairs with a smile, stepping outside. Steve was smiling as well, but he looked nervous. It was adorable.

“Hey, Tony. How are you?”

“Hi, Steve. I’m great. Thanks for the flowers and the chocolate, by the way. It was very thoughtful”.

“You liked them?”

“I loved them”, Tony replied, locking his door, “Best chocolates I ever had, to be honest”.

“Good. I’m glad you like them. So, shall we?” Steve asked, gesturing towards the car. And that’s when Tony immediately stopped, staring at the very expensive, very beautiful car.

“Wow. That’s… That’s an amazing car”, he said, very aware of how uncomfortable he sounded.

Steve looked confused. “Uh, yeah. I thought you would appreciate it, you know, being a mechanic and well”.

“Yeah, yeah, of course, it’s amazing”.

But Tony still didn’t sound too sincere. He looked at the car in awe, as if he very much wanted to touch it, but was too afraid to do it. Steve quickly opened the door for him, helping Tony inside.

“You look incredible, Tony”.

That seemed to bring the mechanic back from whatever thoughts were going through his head and he smiled, blushing. “Thanks. You too”.

Steve smiled before closing the door and jogging to the other side, getting in the car and starting it. The sound of the engines made whimper quietly.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, worried.

“Yeah. Sorry, it’s just… This is a really amazing car”, he replied, sounding more sincere, “So, where are we going?”

“Oh, it’s a great restaurant. You like French cuisine?”

“Uh, sure, yeah”.

“Then you’re going to love this place”.

The restaurant, as it turned out, was on the sixty-fourth floor of one of the most beautiful buildings in New York. Tony had been there before, once with his parents and twice with one of his ex-boyfriends. He felt a pang of sorrow strike his chest like a knife. This, all of this, was a reminder of a life he had left behind, a life that had hurt him and left him broken on the ground. His thoughts were taking a dark turn and his face must’ve been showing it because Steve’s smiled disappeared the minute he turned to look at Tony.

“Is this… Do you want to go somewhere else? There’s another restaurant nearby that we can go…”

“No, no”, the mechanic immediately said, trying to reassure Steve with a smile, “I’m sorry, I was just surprised. Come on, let’s eat”.

Steve nodded, still looking unsure as they entered the elevator. The restaurant’s hostess, a pretty strawberry blond that vaguely reminded Tony of Pepper, greeted them as soon as they showed up at the door. She had a big, welcoming smile and took them to a table outside. The place was completely empty, which intrigued Tony.

“Is there no one else here?” he asked, looking around as they walked outside.

“The restaurant is all yours tonight”, the hostess replied with a smile, “Mr. Rogers called ahead and asked us to book the whole place”.

Tony let out a soft oh and smiled awkwardly at Steve as the blond pulled the chair for him. They sat down at the table outside and the mechanic took a moment to admire the beautiful view they had of the city before accepting a menu from the hostess.

“I’ll give you two a moment to decide. Shall I bring you something to drink?”

“Would you like some wine?” Steve asked.

“Just water for me, please”, Tony replied.

“The same for me”, and, with that, the hostess quickly left.

“So…”, Steve said, unsure of himself, “I have to confess, I haven’t done this in a while.

“What, eating dinner? It’s very easy, you take the food with the fork and put it in your mouth, then you chew and swallow”, the mechanic joked, looking at Steve over the menu he held, smiling.

“That’s real funny, but I actually meant the dating part”.

“Really? Why?”

“Well, when I was younger, I was small and sickly and no one wanted anything to do with me. I wasn’t exactly people’s first choice for romance, you know”.

“That’s hard to believe”, Tony replied, closing the menu and looking intently at his date, “You’re every man’s, and woman’s, wet dream”.

“That’s flattering. But, yeah, I wasn’t always like this. I met someone on my twenties and she was my first love. We didn’t work out and after her I just never really cared much about dating”.

“Until me”, the mechanic said, looking smug.

Steve smiled. “Until you”.

Eventually, the waitress came to bring their water and take their orders. Tony chose the salmon while Steve ordered the steak. When she left, they returned to their conversation.

Tony told Steve about college and how his parents had died in a car crash on the same day he had presented his thesis for his PhD. He told him that he had very much wanted to start a second PhD, but was unable to because he didn’t have the money to pay for it. So he had left MIT and opened the auto shop with the help of two very good friends.

In return, Steve told Tony about his mother, her cancer and how he had joined the Army right after her death. He told him about Bucky and the people he had met in Afghanistan: Sam and Nat. He told him about everything he had lived there with them and how they had been giving honorable discharges after a very ugly mission that had taken three of their fellow soldiers and one of Bucky’s arms.

Soon, the waitress brought them their plates and they ate and talked and laughed all night long. And, for a few hours, Tony forgot about all his insecurities and his doubts and just let himself enjoy Steve’s company.

It was almost midnight when they finally arrived at the auto shop. Steve got out of the car and opened the door for Tony, walking with him to the door.

“I had a great time. Thank you”.

“Tony? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure”.

“I noticed that you were a bit uncomfortable sometimes tonight. Was it something I did?”

Tony took a deep breath, looking away from Steve, unable to meet his eyes. “It’s complicated”.

Steve took his hand, touching Tony’s face slightly, turning it so they could look into each other’s eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but… I really like you and, if you’d be willing to do this again, then I’d like to know. So I can work on whatever it is”.

“I… I have a bad history with rich people”, Tony replied in a whisper and then laughed bitterly, “I went out with this guy. His name was Tiberius and he was kind of a dick. And it’s not even just him, it’s… Every rich person I know only cares about one thing: money. And you seem like a nice guy, Steve, but so did they and I’m just… not sure what to think about this”.

“Oh. I thought you just weren’t a fan of expensive things”.

“Shit, no. I mean, I love expensive things. Who doesn’t like chocolate that melts in your mouth? Or fast cars and awesome food? Who doesn’t like to be showered with gifts? I like expensive shit just fine, it’s just… I don’t know”.

“I understand. I know my word won’t mean much to you, but I promise you, Tony, I’m not like that. I worked really hard to have everything I have and, to be honest, I like using my money to make the people around me happy. But I can dial down a little bit if you think that would help. Just give me a chance to prove to you that I’m different from these people you’ve met before. Please”.

Tony looked away for a second, deep in thought. On one hand, Steve did seem like a great guy. On the other, the mechanic had been very wrong about this sort of thing before. He looked into Steve’s eyes and, for a moment, all he saw was sincerity and affection. And in that moment he made his decision. He stood on his toes, putting his hands on Steve’s neck and pulling him down for a kiss. The blond wasted no time, pressing the smaller man against the door as they kissed.

“Would you like to come inside?” Tony asked with a hoarse voice, his eyes full of desire as he looked at Steve.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, completely out of breath.

“Yes. I’m very sure”.

“Okay”.

And with that, Steve grabbed Tony’s ass, pulling him up as the mechanic put his legs around his waist, both of them stumbling up the stairs amidst moans and laughs.

There was still a lot to discuss, and Tony’s doubts hadn’t been completely wiped out, but, for the time being, the mechanic decided to forget his shitty past and let himself enjoy the very pleasant present. Whatever the future held, he would deal with it later.

#stony #stony fic #superhusbands #superhusbands fic #stevetony #stevetony fic #steve rogers #captain america #tony stark #iron man #no powers au #fic

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mamasquirrelwithacup · 6 years ago

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Mamasquirrel’s Simetics Simedy Short Stories: Chapter 7 of Series 1 “Luminous”Finale Part 2

Phoenix talks to Nigel for a couple of minutes before they head to the bar.

“Do you know what those strange flowers are that are growing everywhere? I have never seen anything like them before, yet them seem strangely familiar.” Says Phoenix.

“I don’t know what they are. When I moved here, there were only a few. Now, they’re everywhere. They have never changed any. They have always looked like that since I can remember. Do you think they are a clue? Ask Nigel.

“Not sure yet. Maybe, we can look into it more later.” Replies Phoenix.

The group of friends find their way back to the bar. They decide to try and talk to every person they can that comes in. Fornax says he is going to try and talk to the person he saw when coming in.

“Hi! I’m trying to find out any information I can about missing people. Do you know or have you heard anything about that? Asks Fornax.

“Sure I do, it was Aliens. They beamed them up and never brought them back. I heard they are using them for testing chewing gum.” Replies the young man.

“What? Aliens took them? I can assure you that we didn’t take them and we don’t have them. You think we are keeping them to test what? What in the floopy is chewing gum?” Asks Fornax.

“You’re an Alien? Look man, please don’t take me too. I can’t test gum for you. These are not my real teeth. They are fake. I can’t chew gum because of that. So, you have no use for me.” Replies the young man, hoping the Alien buys his lie about his teeth.

“You can keep your teeth in your mouth. I don’t want them to test this chewing gum stuff. I don’t want to beam you up either. I’m just wanting to find my parents who were taken too. I also, want to try and help find the other missing people as well.” Says Fornax.

“Really? Phew...I can tell you about a military base near here. You might want to check it out. Just be careful though. If they catch you, I don’t know what they might do. They seem pretty secret about it.” Says the young man.

“Thank you! I promise we will be careful.” Replies Fornax.

“When you have had a chance to look around, come back here and I will see what I can do to help you more.” Says the young man.

“Will do and thanks again.” Replies Fornax.

“Reaper, hi it’s me! Can’t say much, don’t know who may be listening. I’m on my way over now.”

“Thanks! I will bring Lilith too then. Thanks again for allowing us to crash at your place for a few days until things blow over. We will be there shortly.”

“The door is open, just come on in and I’ll be upstairs waiting.” Replies Reaper.

“Okay, be there soon.” Says Caleb.

The group of friends wait until it gets dark before checking out the military base. They made sure to wear their jet pack suits, just in case they need to make a quick get away.

“It’s clear on this side. How about your side? Asks Carafe.

“Clear here too.” Says Vastra.

“Let’s move to the fence together real slow. Try and keep yourselves down low.” Says Vastra.

The group of friends make it to the fence without being seen.

“Everything looks clear. Okay, let’s move towards the building.” Says Carafe.

They make it inside the building without being detected. They talk about the strategy they want to take.

“We need to split up. Everyone take a room and look around to find clues. Be quick about it and careful. Don’t know if someone is here or will be here.” Says Fornax.

Fornax finds a picture. He can’t believe what he is seeing. It’s a very fuzzy and blurred picture, but it looks like...it can’t be! Is it?

Carafe finds a piece of paper with weird numbers on it. She puts it in her pocket to look at later.

Phoenix excuses himself to the bathroom for privacy. He sends a text simply reading, “Still trying.”

Caleb and Lilith Vatore reach Reaper’s house. The mansion is called the “Clock tower.” It’s a reminder of how short life really is. With every stroke of the hand, a life ends. Then Reaper must do his reaping of your soul when your time is up.

“Reaper, we’re here.” Says Caleb, yelling from downstairs. Caleb makes his way up the stairs. Caleb looks around, but doesn’t see Reaper anywhere.

“Reaper?”

“BOO!

“Reaper! You scared the floopies right out of me. You know I hate it when you do that to me. Are you trying to kill me by scaring me to death or something?” Exclaimed Caleb.

“I’m sorry, but you know I had to have a little fun with you. I just can’t help myself you know.” Says Reaper.

“I know, plus I wasn’t really that scared. Actually, you didn’t scare me at all.” Says Caleb.

“Yeah right Caleb, you know I got you. I got you so good you might want to check your pants my friend.” Replies Reaper, laughing hysterically.

Caleb couldn’t help but to laugh too.

“Could you please take that outfit off now. I thought we had a deal. You wouldn’t wear that around me. Makes me think you are coming for me.” Says Caleb

“This better my friend?” Asks Reaper.

“Yes, much better. Thanks” Replies Caleb.

“Okay, what is it you need to tell me?” Asks Reaper.

“I think I have a lead on who might be part of the missing souls.” Says Caleb

“Really? Good job! Now, we need to send out one of our agents.Then, just sit back and wait.” Says Reaper.

“I sent out our best agent a few days ago. I wanted to make sure we didn’t loose any valuable time or leads. Our agent made contact early this morning. They’re in place.” Says Caleb.

“Perfect! Great job again my friend! We just track and wait.” Replies Reaper.

“Yeah, wanna see what face you made when I “didn’t” scare you?” Asks Reaper.

“Seriously, Reaper? You have it on camera? I should have known.” Replies Caleb.

“Sure do! Let’s have a look shall we?” Says Reaper.

“You only do this so you can watch it over and over. I know you. What am I going to do with you?” Asks Caleb.

Reaper let’s out a big laugh and heads towards the computer.

“By the way, are you going to grill steak and make your famous pie tonight?” Ask Caleb.

“Absolutely my friend, just for you.” Says Reaper.

They both take a seat by the computer. They wait for word from the agent while watching the tracker.

The group of friends go back to the bed & breakfast as the sun comes up. They didn’t want to get caught. They make plans to return tonight. They go over what they found while at the base.

“What do you think those number mean Fornax?” Asks Carafe.

“I’m not sure. Do you think that picture I found could be them?” Asks Fornax.

“Maybe? It’s so blurry I really can’t say.” Replies Carafe.

“Let’s go downstairs for some breakfast. I’m starving.” Says Fornax.

“We’ll be down in a minute too. I just wanted to show Phoenix the picture again.” Says Vastra.

“Oh, okay! See you in a few then.” Replies Carafe.

Nigel comes up to tell them that breakfast is ready, but doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation he is hearing. He just decides to listen at the door instead.

“Phoenix, why haven’t you told Carafe and Fornax?”

“It’s me! Right! You still have my word. I promise I will try harder. Just don’t....” Says Phoenix, as he hears the voice on the other end go silent.

The group of friends decide after breakfast to go back to the bar. They have several hours to kill until dark. They want to try and find these military personnel too. Vastra approaches a cantankerous gentleman sitting at the bar. Just as she begins to ask him questions, Phoenix then decides he wants to try and charm him like a cat does a bird.

“Hmm...No!” Says the gentleman.

“I was just trying to be friendly.” Replies Phoenix.

The cantankerous gentleman gets up and leaves before answering any of the questions.

Vastra finds what she believes to be military personnel.

“Do you have any information on the missing people?” Asks Vastra.

“How do you know....Hmm...no, I don’t know anything.” Replies the military personnel.

“Do you know anyone who might?” Asks Vastra.

“Maybe some scientist might. I don’t know..” Replies the military personnel.

Fornax asks around until he finds a scientist.

“I was wondering if you know anything about missing people?” Asks Fornax.

“Have you checked out the military base?” Asks the scientist.

“Yes, as much as we could. We can’t get in the other doors. They are locked.” Replies Fornax.

“There’s probably nothing there to find, but I will give you a key card to get in. Please don’t tell anyone I gave it to you, okay?” Says the scientist.

“Thank you and you have my word on that.” Replies Fornax.

The group of friends decide to go back and talk to the young man that Fornax had talked to before.

“I have more information and questions for you now.” Says Fornax.

“Let’s hear it.” Says the young man.

“We went to the base and found these items. Do you know what they are or mean.” Asks Fornax, showing them the items.

“Not sure, but here I want you to take this with you.” Says the young man, pulling out a strange looking suit.

“You will need to ask a scientist to help with the rest. Make sure to wear this when adventuring into the lower levels of the base.” Says the younger gentleman.

“Thanks, I will make sure to do that.” Says Fornax.

“Now, what else could I help you with?” Asks the younger gentleman.

Phoenix takes this as an invite to make his move.

“Hi there handsome! Have anything I could turn on?” Asks Phoenix, winking at the young man.

“Maybe!” Replies the young man, blushing and smiling at Phoenix.

The group of friends asks more scientist about helping them get the parts they need for the strange suit. They finally get what they need and it’s almost dark. They head back towards the base.

What will they find if anything on the lower levels of the base? Will they be caught? Who can they trust?

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iamvegorott · 7 years ago

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ok for the hitman au thing just picture dark being hit with a truth serum dart or is given truth serum in whatever way and wend Wilford gets to him , just because he is a little shit and knows anti his listening asks "What do you think about Antisepticeye? " and dark just deadpans looks at him and says "I love him so much that if I could have sex with him I wouldn't cuz my dick would feel out of place in such a perfect body/person"

Welp, I did a thing

Wilford and Dark walked shoulder to shoulder as they traveled down a hallway, guns armed and at the ready. Dark stopped at a door and tried to knob, sighing when he found that it was locked.

“Did you really think it would be open?” Anti’s voice said with a chuckle in Dark’s ear, making Dark want to remove the earpiece.

“There’s nothing wrong with checking.” Dark huffed, glaring at Wilford when he started to making kissing noises. He rolled his eyes before rocking back on one foot and stomping the other one into the door, breaking the lock and forcing the door to swing open.

“That was hot as fuck.” Anti said, watching Dark flip Wilford off this time before they entered the room.

“The serums should be in one of those cabinets.” Chase said, placing a hand on Anti’s face and moving him away from the main control panel.

“How did these fuck-wits even get this stuff?” Wilford asked, heading over to one of the cabinets while Dark scanned the room more.

“Don’t know and don’t care. All I do know is that someone is willing to pay a pretty penny for them and daddy needs a new car.” Chase chuckled.

“And papa wants that fancy dining set.” Marvin called from his seat at the table he and Robbie were playing cards on.

“We don’t need plates that cost more than the car I want.” Chase said.

“I’m not eating steak off of a paper plate anymore.” Marvin huffed.

“We can buy glass plates, but they don’t have to-”

“Mommy and daddy are fighting again.” Anti sang, earning a little laugh from Robbie.

“Why does this say ‘fire’?” Wilford hummed, looking over the dart-like syringe that was filled with an orange liquid. Wilford looked over at Dark and saw that he was looking in a different cabinet and shrugged before chucking the dart against the wall behind him.

“Wilford!” Dark screamed when the dart blew up and caused a small fireball to form.

“I look away for three seconds and you blow something up!?” Chase snapped.

“Do I need to go down there?” Anti asked.

“We got this.” Wilford said, aiming his gun at the door when footsteps could be heard.

“There are three men coming down the hall from the left. All armed.” Chase stated.

“Chase, do I need to-” Anti stopped his question when there were gunshots. “I’m going.”

“Anti, wait-” Chase let out a groan when Anti became a cloud of green pixels and went into the panel. “He used to listen to me.”

“He used to not have a crush on Dark.” Robbie said casually. “What?” He asked when Chase and Marvin just stared at him.

“See, told you, no problem.” Wilford blew on the tip of his gun, three dead bodies laying on the ground in front of him and Dark.

“There wouldn’t have been one if you didn’t chuck a literal bomb.” Dark scolded, going back to the cabinet.

“I was curious.” Wilford shrugged.

“You need to-”

“There’s another person!” Chase’s warning came too late and Dark felt something jab into his neck. Wilford quickly fired his gun and the man who shot Dark soon had a hole in his head and he fell over.

“Fuck…” Dark groaned, feeling a slight haze clouding his head.

“Truth.” Wilford read after plucking the dart out of Dark’s neck. “You’ve been hit with a truth serum.”

“Great.” Dark muttered, rubbing his forehead. Wilford smirked widely when he saw Anti at the doorway of the room.

“Hey, Darky, what do you think about Anti?” Wilford asked, his smirk growing when he saw Anti stiffen.

“He’s amazing. He’s smart and funny and caring.” Dark said. “I would love to claim him as my own and to have him say that I was his as well.” Anti’s eyes went wide and he put his hand over his mouth. “I love him.” Wilford chuckled a little until he saw that Anti was crying.

“Anti…” Wilford said, reaching out towards Anti.

“Anti?” Dark turned around and made eye-contact with Anti. Anti just shook his head, the tears streaming down his face and he ran away.

“That was not what I was expecting.” Wilford said.

“Wilford, you dumbass.” Dark snapped before taking off after Anti.

#hitman au #anon #hitmen husbands

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ben243s-transformation-stories · 7 years ago

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My name is Spencer. You can tell I have a bit of the old Irish blood in me, as I have a nice head of longish red hair, and a fairly boyish face. If you look carefully enough, you can still make out the freckles on my nose and cheeks, though they have faded since I was a younger. I have been living with my boyfriend Kevin for a few months now. It took us a while to find a good apartment. It had to be one that would take not only us, but also our pets. Kevin has a yellow lab named Sam. He’s never told me how he came to have him, but he is a beautiful dog, with slightly curly hair. He is very friendly and seems to be very intelligent. I know it seems crazy, but sometimes I find myself being careful what I say around him. I am sure he can understand what I say, and knows more than he his letting on. Or maybe I am just crazy. I have a cat named Bob. She was a feral cat that I rescued from a colony near my mothers house. There is something wrong with her legs that make her walk kind of funny, and she falls over if she runs too fast, but she has the most wonderful long grey-stripped fur and is the friendliest cat I have ever seen. There was no way I could leave her outside. We had been going out for several years, but as we had moved in together only recently, our money was kind of tight so we pooled our resources to get everything we would need. Our parents had donated some of the kitchen appliances, which was great, but we still spent a lot of time looking trough thrift stores for furniture. We managed to cobble together a rather respectable array of things, and most were still in fairly good shape and comfortable. The place was really starting to feel like home. I wasn’t thrilled with the paint colors, but one battle at a time. We had plenty of time to fix that. One evening after a long day of work, I decided to do a little shopping for an anniversary present. We had agreed that since most of our funds had gone into the apartment, we would limit ourselves to $20. I knew just what to get him- his favorite author had just released a new book, so I made my way to the bookstore to pick it up. On the way, I stopped in this new store that had opened just a couple of weeks ago. It was an “As Seen On TV” store. I has seen many infomercials, and thought that some of the items were at least somewhat useful looking, but most were just junk. I had heard too many horror stories about problems ordering things from the TV, from stolen credit card numbers, to over billing, to problems with getting or retuning items, to ever consider actually ordering anything. Here in this shop, I could use cash. I could take the items home today. No mailing lists, no auto ships, no questions about wither or not the product would even arrive. I don’t know what it was, but something compelled me to browse the shelves. While passing by the regular assortment of miracle products, something caught my eye. It was a jar of cream. It promised to spice up your life, and make you feel younger and give you the energy you had when you were kid. I laughed when I read the box in what was clearly badly translated Chinese, but for some reason I couldn’t help but buy the box. Hey, it was guaranteed! I quickly paid for the cream, and made my way to the bookstore. After browsing a few minuets, I was able to find the one I wanted. It would be the perfect gift, and I would still have some money left over to have it wrapped. I didn’t wrap things myself anymore. Not after last Christmas. But the less said about that the better. When I got home, I put Kevin’s present away, and looked at the jar of cream. I still don’t know what had made me buy it. Bob jumped up into my lap and started purring. I scratched her behind the ears for a few moments, then decided to open the jar. The smell was horrible. Bob fell all over herself to get out of my lap, and scrambled away as fast as she could and hid under the bed. It would take hours to get her to come back out. I was glad that Kevin was out walking Sam. Still something made me try it. I rubbed some of the cream into my arm. As it absorbed in, amazingly, it stopped smelling. I suddenly felt a rush go through my body. I really did feel more energized and younger. The feeling only lasted for a few minuets, and just as I was about to rub more of the cream into my skin, Kevin came home. I put the rest of the cream into the medicine cabinet, and went out to great him. I met Kevin in the kitchen just as he was closing the door. He unhooked the leash from Sam and gave me a Kiss. Sam looked up at us, and I swear he glared at me before walking over to his bowls for some water. We hugged for a few minuets, and told each other how much we loved one another. We kissed again, and I made my way over to the fridge to start dinner. Luckily neither of us had very expensive tastes, as the only things in the fridge were a few chicken breasts, some teriyaki sauce, and the steaks for our anniversary dinner. We should probably go shopping at some point. I managed to find a few vegetables in the kitchen, and put together a nice stir-fry. As we ate, we chatted about our days. Kevin worked for one of those huge corporations, and I never had any idea what he did no matter how many times he explained it to me. Though I still enjoyed his stories about some of his stranger coworkers. I spent most of my day working online, so I never had any good stories, and was content to sit there and listen to the sound of his voice. He could have read a phonebook to me and I would have loved it. After we had cleaned up from dinner, we retired to the living room and watched some TV before bed. We spent several hours snuggled up with each other before heading off to bed after the 11 o’clock news. I must have been more tired than I thought, because I dropped right off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but one stuck with me. I was back in my old childhood home, running and playing in the back yard like a maniac. I hadn’t done anything like that for years, but it seemed very satisfying. I awoke more refreshed than usual the next morning. I got up just in time to have breakfast with Kevin before he left for his job. Most of what I did was online, so I often worked from home, and could keep pretty much any schedule I wanted as long as everything was done on time. I kissed Kevin goodbye, and since I didn’t feel like working, I made my way to the grocery store to pick up a few necessities. All the way there and back, I couldn’t help but think about the way the cream had made me feel. I made up my mind to try it again when I got home. I loaded up the cart with the items from our list, and couldn’t help but throw in some random junk food and other impulse items when I got to the check out. I made myself put away the groceries (at least the perishable stuff) before I broke out the cream again. I carefully opened the jar. The smell hadn’t changed, but for some reason I didn’t find it quite so objectionable. As soon as Bob got a whiff of it, she went crazy again and ran off to some hiding spot only she knew about. Sam made the weirdest barking sounds until I finally let him out onto our balcony. I made a mental note to watch out for the pets next time. I carefully took a little more of the cream and spread it on my arms and face. As I worked it in, I felt the rush again. This time it was stronger. I couldn’t believe how much energy I had. I logged in and got my work done in record time. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the park with Sam playing fetch and running around like crazy. I hadn’t felt this good in years. It was getting dark by the time we got home, and both Sam and I were exhausted. When Kevin came home, he found us both sound asleep, curled up on the couch. Kevin had obviously found the groceries, because I awoke to the smell of one of his wonderful Italian dishes. It was the one he had made on our first date. That dish alone was enough to get me to fall for him. When he saw me walk into the Kitchen, he said something about being sorry to wake me. I didn’t care. I was just happy to see him again. I quickly kissed him and hugged him. We sat down to eat and, for some reason, Kevin’s cooking tasted even better to me than usual. I cleaned my plate and even had thirds. Kevin looked amazed, and took it as a compliment. We left the dirty dishes in the sink, and skipped the TV and headed to the bedroom for a little aggressive cuddling, if you know what I mean. The next day, I was exhausted from all the exertion, so I slept later than usual. When I awoke, Kevin had already left for work. I had the whole place to myself. I got up and wandered around the place in my underwear. I cleaned up the plates from last night and caught “The Price is Right.” Before I knew it, it was late in the afternoon. I didn’t feel like working, so I decided just to take the afternoon off. It wasn’t long before I felt the urge to use some more of the cream. I locked Bob in the bedroom, and let Sam out onto the balcony before making my way to the bathroom. As I was still in my underwear, it was an easy task to spread a helping of the cream all over my body. The smell was almost intoxicating now, as was the felling I got from rubbing it all over my body. As I was putting the cream away, I got a look at my face in the mirror. I wasn’t sure what, but something was different. My face had a younger look to it, and my freckles seemed to be more pronounced. Not much, but enough I could notice. When Kevin got home, I convinced him to take me out for dinner. Since we were on a budget, and it was almost our anniversary, we ended up at a fast food place. This was fine with me, as I had been craving burgers and fries for a while. After dinner, we took a romantic walk through the park and watched the sun set. Luckily we had stopped by the apartment and picked up Sam, because he was the only one that could keep up with me. Kevin tried for a while, but eventually he had to find a place to sit down while Sam and I had a great time chasing each other and playing fetch. On the way home, Kevin asked what had gotten into me, and I told him I would show him tomorrow. When we got in the door, Sam went to his bed and was asleep within seconds. Kevin and I settled in to watch some TV, and the next thing I knew, the sun was rising. It was the day of our anniversary, and we had big plans. We made a nice breakfast of omelets and sausage, Then we went to the movies. Hey, I said we had big plans, not a big budget. My parents even threw us a little party, which I wasn’t expecting. They even picked us up lunch from a local bbq place. It couldn’t have been more perfect. We stayed most of the afternoon making small talk and playing a few adult party games. I hadn’t seen this side of my parents very often and I liked it. When we got home, we exchanged presents. Kevin loved the book I got him, and he found one of the video games I had been eyeing on sale. He always knew just what to get me. We spent the rest of the afternoon playing the game together. Dinner that night was the steaks that I had rubbed with coffee and some other spices. I found the recipe online, and it sounded good. The actual product was delicious. Some French fries and a salad topped off the meal, with a nice cheesecake made from my grandmother’s secret recipe for dessert. After everything was cleaned up, I called Kevin into the bedroom. When he came in I was completely naked. I told him I was ready to show him what had made me feel so good. I showed him the cream. I opened it up, and proceeded to rub it all over my body. The feeling was overwhelming and wonderful. I told Kevin about everything it had done and told him he should try it to. Kevin took one whiff of it, and gagged. He said he would try it, and took it into the bathroom with him. When he came back out he was naked too, and we spent the night doing the devils dance in every way we could think of. It was the best sex and anniversary I had ever had. I’m not sure what happened to the pets, because I didn’t see them again until late the next day. I don’t know what got into them. Usually they were always underfoot. When I got up in the morning, Kevin was in the bathroom getting ready for the day. I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. He turned around a grabbed me. We kissed. Something seemed off. I noticed I was standing on my tiptoes to reach him. Never had to do that before. When I looked in the mirror, I really got a surprise. My freckles had returned. They formed a nice line under my eyes and across my nose. I had always hated them, but everyone else said they were cute. They hadn’t been this prominent for years. Kevin could tell something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. I figured I was just imagining things. I decided to go back to bed and get some rest. When I woke up again, I was feeling full of energy. I came into the living room to find Kevin watching TV. I snuggled up next to him, and we watched a few shows. It looked like such a nice day outside; we decided to go for a walk, figuring some fresh air would do us some good. I noticed as I got up to follow Kevin out that he seemed to be taller. Or maybe I was shorter. But that was crazy wasn’t it? We spent most of the afternoon out, and Kevin watched as Sam and I played in the park. By the time we got home, I was convinced that something was seriously off. I was now several inches shorter than Kevin. I had trouble kissing him even on my tiptoes. He had to bend over. I told Kevin that I though I was shrinking, but he told me that I was being crazy. There was no way that could happen. I figured he was right. We had dinner and went to bed. I had trouble sleeping, but finally dozed off a little after 2 am. In the morning there was no question. When I got out of bed and went to bathroom, I nearly tripped over my underwear. It had gotten so loose that it had fallen down around my ankles. When Kevin came over to help me up, I noticed I only came up to his chest now. I was definitely shrinking. I ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. What I saw was still me, but looked as though I was teenager instead of an adult. My freckles were very obvious now, and my face reminded me of how I looked when I was about 18. How was this possible? People didn’t just get younger. When I came out, Kevin got his first good look at me. His jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe how much I had changed. I still looked like an adult, but definitely a young one, not the man I had been. I racked my mind trying to explain what was going on. The only thing I could think of was the cream. I asked Kevin where he had put it when he was done with it, and he said it was in the medicine cabinet. I looked all over and couldn’t find it. I asked him if he was sure. He said yes. I also asked if he had felt any symptoms since he had used the cream too. He started to say something, and then he confessed that once he had smelled it, he couldn’t use it and just threw it away. I looked in the garbage, and found the jar. I knew it had to be what was causing my problems, but somehow I still felt the urge to rub it on my body. I was addicted to the way it made me fell. Kevin came over and pulled the jar out of my hands. He found the contact information and called it. He came back shaking his head. The number had been disconnected. Kevin searched the jar for any other information only to find that it had expired years ago. Great. Why didn’t I think to check that? We searched the web and came up with nothing. As far as we could tell, the company that made it didn’t exist. We found some reviews, but most said it was just a waste of money and they had never gotten any results, so they threw it away. If only they had waited until it expired. I told Kevin to keep the cream away from me. I wasn’t sure how much it could change me. I had probably used way more than the recommended dosage. I started to get really scared, not knowing what would happen next. Kevin made an appointment with our doctor for tomorrow, and we decided that there was nothing else we could do for today, as it was Sunday and most businesses would be closed for the weekend. Before we sat down to dinner, Kevin took Sam out for a walk and disposed of the cream where he said I could never find it. That at least was a relief. When I got up in the morning, I felt weird. I got up and tried to get dressed. Nothing fit. It was all too big. I wrapped a towel around me, and made my way into the kitchen looking for Kevin. He was sitting at the table drinking his coffee. He nearly spit it out when he saw me. He got up and came over to give me a hug. I was noticeably shorter now. My head only came up to his armpit. I had lost at least 2 or 3 more inches. Kevin laughed, and said I couldn’t go to the doctor like that. He would have to go out and get me something to wear. He grabbed his keys and headed out to his car. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat down and poured myself a bowl of cereal.As I started to eat, a number of thoughts went through my mind. Could I still work? Yes. Most of what I did was online, so it didn’t matter what I looked like. How small would I get? There was no way for me to tell. Was it permanent? Again who could tell? Would I grow back? I made sure to keep these questions in mind to ask the doctor. When Kevin returned, he had several large bags with him. He had gone to the local Wal-Mart and purchased clothes in a variety of sizes hoping something would fit. He had picked up mostly t-shirts and sweatpants type items as they would stretch and had a little more give in fit. I took the bags back to the bedroom, and tried things on until I found something that fit me reasonably. When I looked myself over in the mirror, I noticed that not only had I gotten shorter, but I also appeared to be getting younger. Instead of the “young adult” I looked like last night, I was now unmistakably a teenager. I could easily pass as a senior in high school, or maybe a college freshman. This was too weird. The doctor’s appointment was not very informative. Kevin and I asked a ton of questions, and they did a ton of tests on me. They didn’t believe that I was getting younger, and kept insisting that I was a perfectly healthy 18 year old. I showed him my driver’s license showing I was older than that, but the doctor just assumed it was a fake id. I got really frustrated and threw on my clothes, noticing they were looser than when we came in, and stormed out of the building. I was so mad that took Kevin almost an hour to get me to calm down. We decided to stop off at McDonalds for lunch and picked up some food. By the time we got home, I was almost tripping over my pants. I went into the bedroom and let them drop to the floor. Looking at the mirror in the bathroom, I guessed I was now 16 at most. I searched the bag, and found another pair of pants that fit. Luckily I was good only dropping one size. I still had a few more pairs to go before I needed to go shopping again. At this rate, they probably wouldn’t last very long, but I could hope. I refused to leave the bedroom the rest of the day. I didn’t want anyone to see me this way. Not even Kevin. I was glad when Bob came in and I lifted her onto my chest and started stroking her. Before long she started purring. That sound had always made me happy, and it did it’s job well this time. It wasn’t long before I was relaxed and let most of the stresses of the day leave my body. While I was in the bedroom feeling sorry for myself, Kevin was doing what he could to get answers. He had found the receipt for the cream and called the store. They denied even carrying the product. He told them that was absurd as he had the receipt in his hand. There was a loud exchange of profanities and then I heard the phone slam down. It wasn’t hard to guess that the conversation hadn’t gone well. I hadn’t really noticed before, but as the day went on, I started to think and act more like the teenager I looked like, and less like the adult I was. It scared me whenever I caught myself doing something child like. I tried as hard as I could to avoid it, but it was quickly becoming the norm rather than an exception. When Kevin called me to dinner, I snuck a look in the mirror, and was happy I hadn’t changed any more in the last few hours. Kevin had done his best to make me something I liked, but I wasn’t really in the mood to eat. I just picked at my diner for a while. After dinner all I wanted to do was watch TV until I went to bed. Kevin tried to comfort me, and I must admit it did help. When I woke up in the morning, I felt like a new man. I jumped out of bed, and went into the bathroom. After taking care of business, I looked into the mirror. My mood changed quickly when I noticed that I now looked no more that about 14 years old. Great, back to being a freshman. I could see the start of acne appearing on my face. I would probably be covered in it before too long. I wasn’t looking forward to going through puberty backwards. I rummaged through the bags again, and found the last outfit that was small enough for me to wear. Looks like I will have to go out and get some more, and based on what I was wearing now, I would probably have to shop in the boys department. I wasn’t looking forward to that. I got dressed and came out into the living room. Kevin was sitting at the table doing something on his computer. He looked up when I came in. I walked over to him and called him dad. We both looked stunned. I quickly corrected myself, and told him I would have to get some more clothes as these were the smallest that fit. Luckily Kevin had saved up a lot of leave, so he took off for the rest of the week. I was glad that he would be with me, even if there wasn’t really anything he could do. We chatted on the drive to Wal-Mart, and I know he noticed the way my speech and behavior had changed as my mind adapted to my teenage body. Kevin sent me to the men’s clothes section while he went and retuned anything I hadn’t actually worn. I looked around, but everything was either too big for me, or would be soon. I soon found myself shopping in the boy’s section. I tried to pick out the most neutral things I could find, with no logos or childish prints, but that didn’t leave me with much selection. By the time Kevin had found me, I had a cart full of clothing in a variety of sizes. I had given in, and tired to pick at least the most popular and least offensive looking clothes I could find. My teenage mind kept resisting, but my adult mind knew that I would need them at some point. I looked at the little kids clothes and hoped I wouldn’t get that small. That got me thinking. What if I ended up back in diapers? Could I get that young? What would happen to me? Would I still be me? A big part of your personality is what happens during your life. That would never be the same. I had to stop thinking like that. There was nothing I could do, and it was too depressing. I decided to stop with clothes for elementary schoolers. Hopefully I wouldn’t get any smaller than that. While Kevin waited in the check out line, my teenage mind took control, and decided I was bored with this. I told him I was out of there, and made my way out of the store. Kevin tried to stop me, but didn’t want to loose his place in line. When he finally made his purchases he came out to find me. It wasn’t hard, as there was a GameStop just a few doors down, and I had wondered in there to check out the video games. After loading me and the bags into the car, we started for home. I was able to snap back to my normal self and apologize for my behavior. Kevin told me it wasn’t a big deal, and he remembered being that age. By the time we got home and unloaded everything the teenager was in control again. I have to give Kevin credit. I think if it had been me, I would have killed myself off. Kevin always had the patience of a saint.

Somehow we managed to decide on something for lunch. Man, I had forgotten what a pain in the ass teenagers were. I wasn’t doing it on purpose honest. Somehow I think Kevin knew that. When we got home, I caught sight of myself, and knew I couldn’t be any older than about 13. Like any teenager, I seemed to be full of hormones. Without thinking about it, I stripped off my clothes so I could examine my body. My body hair had mostly receded, and I had lost a lot of definition in my muscles. Some other areas had also gotten considerably smaller (I’m sure you know what I mean). I was looking more and more like a little boy every minuet. Like most teenagers when it was dinnertime, I ate like a horse. I’m not sure where I put it all. Kevin was amazed as I shoveled in helping after helping. After eating nearly everything on the table, I excused myself and ran off to play video games. I played into the wee hours of the morning. I tried to convince myself that it was because I was having so much fun, but it was really because I afraid of what I would find when I woke up. Try as I might, I eventually collapsed from exhaustion. Kevin found me the next morning still in the living room with the controller clutched in my hand. Kevin gently shook me awake, and I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I said good morning, and called him dad again. This time he just chuckled. I couldn’t figure out why. I made my way into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Looking in the mirror I found a boy of no more than 10 staring back at me. I started the shower, and started taking off my clothes. It didn’t take long as they had gotten fairly baggy over night. I took a deep breath and looked down at my body. I was definitely on the other side of puberty now. I had no hair anywhere but on my head, and my body had reverted to a very child like shape. All that baby fat I had worked so hard to get rid of had come back with a vengeance. After my shower, I dried off, and tossed the towel on the floor. Seems I didn’t have much modesty as a little kid, and walked back to the bedroom naked. Kevin got a good look at me. An expression flashed across his face. I’m sure if I had been in my normal mindset, I would have recognized it as sadness and grief at what he and I had lost, but my prepubescent mind didn’t make the connection. After I got dressed, I came back out, and we discussed what we were going to do for the day. Anyone who saw us would have assumed it was just a boy with his dad. I had long since given up trying to keep my adult self in control. It was getting harder and harder and any distraction would cause me to slip. I was now thinking of myself exclusively as a little boy, and Kevin had become my father as far as I was concerned. It seemed to be a role that he was willing and eager to take on. We decided to spend the day doing things suitable for a boy my age. We went to some museums, which both Kevin and I found fun, and even went to the zoo. I can’t remember having a better time. Even when I was a kid the first time. Over the next few days the regression slowed. I lost a year every couple of days rather than a few a day. I finally ended up stabilizing at about 7. My mind is now for all intents and purposes that of a 2nd grader. I don’t know if my old skills and knowledge are still there, but I can’t access them. Maybe they will come back as I get older. If I get older. We still don’t know what will happen. As I was in no position to do the work I used to do, and couldn’t be left home alone anymore, Kevin used what little savings we had left to pay a shady lawyer to draw up all the documents Kevin and I would need. According to my new birth certificate, I am officially seven years old, and Kevin is my father. I will be starting Second grade in the fall. Until then, I am stuck with babysitters and summer camps. I know Kevin was racking his brain trying to figure out how to tell my parents what has happened. I don’t envy him that task. All I know is that Bob and Sam are happy as I have a lot more time and energy to spend with them. Sam and I are outside playing from sun up to sun down most days, and Bob Snuggles up with me until dinner, and sleeps in the bed with me. It must be easier for me to be happy, not really knowing what I have lost, but I know that Kevin is happy too. He really loves me and treats me like his son. It doesn’t seem to matter to him that he has lost his boyfriend or that I might be stuck this way for the rest of my life. I guess that cream really did give me what it promised. Just not in the way I was expecting. Guess I wont be needing that guarantee after all.

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atamascolily · 7 years ago

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Episode Review - Sinbad 1x12 - “The Village Vanishes”

In which Sinbad receives a mysterious gift and conducts business in the streets, Maeve talks to squirrels and relieves her stress in unhelpful ways, and the crew is trapped in a bizarre locked-room murder mystery that simultaneously makes no logical sense and is deeply terrifying AT THE SAME TIME.

It's also one of my favorite episodes in the series for a number of reasons, not all of which involve shipping! So this is also VERY LONG AND INVOLVED... don't say you weren't warned.

(Photos from Far Far Away.)

We open with Sinbad strolling through the port of Salma (or so the title card tells us) - really, it's the same city set as always. Sinbad accosts a young boy and tells him to go fetch his master; when the child just stands there, Sinbad says what may be the best line in the whole show: "Well? Have you whale oil in your ears?"

But the kid does have a mysterious package for Sinbad, so that's all good, right?

"What the macguffin...?"

The camera flashes over the message way too fast to read it, but that's what screenshots are for, even though the show intends this to be a mystery forever.

Whatever the stone and note are supposed to be, Sinbad wants to pack up and leave town right away. The crew, not knowing any of this, is totally baffled. As they're heading out of town, this guy shows up and in the mood for a fight.

Quoth Sinbad (literally), "I'm sorry, I don't have time for this".

In the resulting scuffle, the crew is attacked by the man's goons, and at Sinbad's orders, Firouz and Rongar start unloading the wagon so they can get out of town as fast possible.

Sinbad's not in a good mood here. He wins his fight, of course, but demands that the man give up all his money in exchange for their cargo - the cargo he was originally trying to steal from Sinbad. Confused, scared and utterly humiliated, the would-be robber agrees and suddenly Sinbad is all charms and smiles. Even not knowing what 50 gold pieces in this world actually buys you (or what cargo Sinbad was actually carrying), it's probably a good deal.

Firouz, Rongar and Maeve strike dashing poses, because, well, they're awesome like that. But they are so confused by everything that's going on.

Back on the boat, Doubar wants to know just what the hell is going on. Sinbad's all "Well, I probably shouldn't," and then shows him the note and the stone.

...which Doubar recognizes instantly! It's their old master Dim-Dim's teaching stone! In case you don't know what that is, Doubar helpfully fills in some backstory: "When we were kids, he used to make us hold it, while we recited our lessons."

When Maeve comes over to see what all the shouting is about, Doubar hands her the stone and she recognizes it instantly, too. There's no question now why Sinbad rushed out of town. The hunt to find their poor lost mentor is on!

Maeve and Doubar immediately get to work yelling at the rest of the crew so they can get their faster. Their enthusiasm is commendable and yields more excellent dialogue like, "You’re sailing a ship, not simmering a steak!" which I think we can all agree is a great line.

On their way to the village marked on the map that conveniently came with the note, they pass the ruins of an abandoned village - which Firouz remembers as thriving a few years previously. Odd.

They reach the village set! This is the first time in the series this set gets used, but it sure isn't going to be the last.

No one in the village is particularly happy to see them. Oo, look at that pitchfork in the foreground. Sinbad doesn't seem too worried about it, though... charm will save them, right?

Sinbad tries to be diplomatic but Maeve just blurts out that they want to know where Dim-Dim is RIGHT NOW and won't take no for an answer

Only problem is, no one seems to know what they're talking about.

Eventually, Sinbad spies an attractive young woman waving him over, as if she's got a secret message for him...

Maeve is not pleased by Sinbad's decision to handle this by himself, and angrily puts away her gauntlet (which she totally just did a second ago).

The young woman, Casendra, leads him to see an old man lying on the bed. Sinbad gets the most beautiful smile as his whole face lights up....

....only to find out that it's NOT Dim-Dim, but some random old dude, who turns out to be Casendra's father. Not only that, he's sick with the plague - a plague that makes you turn grey and completely vanish.

Quoth Sinbad (and Maeve and Firouz, who rush in just at the right moment), WTF?

In the inevitable scuffle outside between the crew and some paranoid villagers, Rongar finds creative uses for wagon wheels.

Firouz leaps over some barrels.

And Sinbad uses the cart full of straw as a catapult to flip himself into the fray. It's awesome.

Okay, so Dim-Dim's not here, and they're not wanted and there's a plague, so they better leave, right?

Also, the dude behind Maeve is Milasco, who looks like a toad, wears a stupid hat, and is fairly sympathetic to the crew, even saving Sinbad's life at one point

Unfortunately, the village is surrounded by an impenetrable, invisible wall and they can't get out!

Milasco explains how he went to visit the village next door, found it deserted, and came back... only to find the plague there and the invisible wall around their own village. Rongar gives him the side-eye.

Maeve decides to use magic to break the wall. It doesn't work. Everyone else is impressed, though - another reminder that magic in this universe is more about self-confidence and force of will than anything else.

Since magic doesn't work, Firouz decides to try science. While he and the others are building a contraption, Sinbad and Maeve continue to investigate.

Their attempts to retrace Milasco's steps don't work out because all these tree branches start falling on them, forcing them to retreat before they can run into any wall. Their attempts to retrace Milasco's steps don't work out because all these tree branches start falling on them, forcing them to retreat before they can run into any wall.

Meanwhile, Firouz, Doubar and Rongar draw straws. Rongar gets the short one, which means he gets to be the test subject. He's not thrilled, faith in Firouz's engineering notwithstanding.

Sinbad and Maeve elect to send Dermott up over the wall first after the rocks clear. RED ROVER, RED ROVER, SEND DERMOTT RIGHT OVER!

... only Dermott vanishes. To say Maeve is upset at this is a definitive understatement.

Sinbad later finds her talking to a squirrel.

This is not as crazy as it sounds, because the squirrel apparently heard the Vorgon thrashing around in the dar and has some clues.

Abruptly, Maeve hands the squirrel over to Sinbad so she can cry in a corner.

When Sinbad tries to comfort her, Maeve puts all the pieces together and finds some info about the Vorgon in her book! They're immortal, but the light of day can kill them, so they only walk at night without a host body (which is what the squirrel reported).

Meanwhile, Firouz and Rongar are back at the wall, plotting an escape... only Rongar vanishes when he digs too deep. (And now I have a LOTR reference rolling through my head, good work, self!)

Oh, god, Firouz, your scream as Rongar vanishes is not helping the temptation to write slashy fanfic here.

Maeve uses her magic to determine that all of the Vorgon's victims are still alive and won't be completely devoured until the Vorgon eats everybody in the village. There is no plausible mechanism I can think of by which this would actually WORK.... but, okay, you know, plot. Maybe it just takes a long time for a magical being to digest this many people? Works for me. Moving on.

Frankly, this shot looks like promotional material for an entirely different show, starring Rongar and Dermott. I am totally in favor of this show.

Sinbad's thinking Milasco might be the Vorgon's host - he is the most logical suspect after all - but the confrontation is stalled when Milasco's found stabbed to death in his house.

Sinbad's really not having a good day here. Milasco's death definitely doesn't end the matter and they're all still stuck with no other suspects. Given the Law of Conservation of Characters, the only other logical suspect is the one belligerent villager who hates Sinbad, right?

In grief, rage and frustration, Maeve starts pummeling the wall with all her magic and everyone is super freaked out.

All the remaining villagers vanish as the Vorgon drains them to keep the wall up. Sinbad yells for Maeve to stop but she doesn't hear him until everyone's gone... only to collapse dramatically, whisper "What have I done?" and vanish herself.

Only Sinbad and Doubar are left... and Doubar doesn't last much longer. "Whoever's doing this has special plans for you, little brother," Doubar predicts. Poor Sinbad is heartbroken at this final departure; Doubar is much more stoic and resigned to certain death.

So it's easy to give Sinbad a lot of crap in this show because he's the hero, and because he gets all the credit when his friends and guest stars save his ass. But I think this next scene shows his true character and his true brilliance. Because at this point, he's completely and totally trapped. He's watched everyone he loves vanish, and he's alone with an immortal monster who intends Sinbad to be his next victim. And it's getting awfully dark, too.

Seriously, Sinbad has every reason to totally and completely collapse, but he doesn't. Instead, the next time we see him, he's hard and work, building... something. And when the Vorgon does finally stumble in as night is falling, he even has a cocky response ready.Because, of course, he’s Sinbad.

Milasco was the host of the Vorgon all along! He just stabbed himself to throw the crew off the scent until it was too late to do anything about it. So Milasco's body is dead, and this is just its animated corpse walking around with a knife stuck in its chest. Creepy.

The Vorgon confirms that he sent the teaching stone to lure Sinbad into the village. Once he possesses Sinbad's body, he plans to use his ship and his face to sail to every port in the world and kill everybody. Which is actually a really smart and clever plan. Too bad Sinbad is just a little bit smarter.

Eventually, Sinbad ends up goading the Vorgon into coming out of Milasco's body.The CGI for this holds up pretty well, I think. As a child, I was TERRIFIED by this. It's still pretty gross. A giant floating immortal one-eyed tentacle monster that will EAT YOUR SOUL? Yeah, creepy.

Sinbad faces down the Vorgon with a flaming torch and threatens to kill himself rather than surrender. The Vorgon laughs and thrusts the torch away, gloating about his failure.

Then Sinbad says one of the most gloriously (and well-earned) badass lines in the entire series: "That was Plan B. THIS is Plan A."

And he tosses a sheet around the Vorgon, attaches it to Firouz's catapult and launches the Vorgon into the sky.

The Vorgon, of course, is struggling to break free from the sheet the whole time. It emerges just as the sheet reaches the peak of its parabolic arc - right into a shaft of sunlight from the sunset that still illuminates the upper regions of the sky. The Vorgon explodes into flames and falls to earth with a satisfying splat.

....Okay, can we just talk about HOW FUCKING BADASS THIS IS? Normally, Firouz is the one who comes up with the clever inventions... but it's Sinbad who is able to figure out how to apply them (as was the case with the hang glider in the pilot episode). He had all the tools he needed available to him; his genius was being able to put them all together so that everything lined up just right. And he did it all by himself - although definitely inspired by Doubar's line about the darkness before he vanished.

There are so many reasons why Sinbad's plan shouldn't have worked, so many variables that could have gone wrong and gotten him killed. But it didn't - and it's glorious. Like I said, this may be my favorite moment in the ENTIRE SERIES for sheer awesomeness.

With the Vorgon's demise, everyone in the village is restored! The light is awful because it's supposed to be dark now, even though it's way lighter than it was just 30 seconds ago.

Also, what the hell did everyone DO while after being eaten by the Vorgon? Did they just hang out in a big cluster? Did they talk? What? We never get any answers, which means I get to make them up in a fanfic.

Maeve rushes to Sinbad, without saying anything. They embrace...

...and she kisses him. Of course, he responds pretty enthusiastically.

Quoth the rest of the crew, "WHOA."

(I love Rongar's raised eyebrows here.)

At some point, Maeve and Sinbad both realize what they're doing and jerk away, totally and completely embarassed by the spontaneous make-out session.

They pull away and vigorously shake hands while the rest of the crew laughs. It's hilarious watching Maeve and Sinbad pretend that "THIS TOTALLY NEVER HAPPENED; WE MUST NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN". Right, right.

(I love that this entire time, actual no words are spoken. Words would have just ruined it.)

PARTY TIME! WE'RE ALIVE! SINBAD SAVED THE DAY! YEE-HAW! OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD!

This scene is so glorious, in fact, and so interesting from an analysis perspective, I seriously suggest you watch the YouTube excerpt of it. No, really, go watch it. I'll wait.

Later, as the crew is preparing to leave, Casendra has to get in on all the kissing action, too!

Maeve does not approve, of course.

"I've had better kisses. And recently, too, I might add," Sinbad says to Maeve after Casendra leaves. HINT HINT. Maeve is only slightly mollified by this.

The peanut gallery can't help but crack up at all the UST floating around as Maeve and Sinbad continue to refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

Maeve goes all tsundere: "You know, I was thinking it was rather nice.... when we thought we'd found Dim-Dim, I mean."

"We will get that feeling again, Maeve. We will," Sinbad says consolingly, and I'm like, damn straight you are, you're in love, get the hell over it and just admit it. But alas, the time is not yet right.

Okay, look at my OTP here, are they not so cute together? I mean, I totally ship this. The WRITERS are totally shipping this. D’aww.

And so we end, with Maeve walking away and Sinbad staring after her, looking kinda confused.

SO IT IS NEVER RESOLVED HOW THE HELL THE VORGON GOT AHOLD OF DIM-DIM'S TEACHING STONE AND LEARNED ITS SIGNIFICANCE TO SINBAD. We never see the stone again, and with the exception of one episode ("The Masked Marauders"), the show basically gives up on the rescue Dim-Dim plot forever. That is one of my major complaints with this episode - the other one being that the whole "the Vorgon ate them but they're still alive" plot point makes NO SENSE.

Also, what the hell was up with the whole "tree branch" falling thing? Clearly, that was supposed to be Milasco/the Vorgon responsible for it, but why bother if there was a wall all the way around the whole village?? I don't get it.

Aside from these things, this episode is perfect and I have zero complaints.

This was the last episode I saw when the series originally aired, and because there was quite a big gap before the next episode aired, I assumed it was the last episode in the season. (Certainly, it lends itself to that, given the jump in Maeve and Sinbad's relationship arc.) I did find plot summaries of later episodes on the fledgling '90s Internet, but I never saw them because it was actually really difficult to watch TV series in those days if you missed them when they originally aired and I was not very good at figuring out re-runs and we were several years away from even terrible video streaming.

So, after about mid-1997, I fell out of the fandom and didn't get back into it until almost twenty years later... and missed the rise, heyday and fall of the online fandom community. Oh, well.

Sadly, we never see Dim-Dim's teaching stone again, although I used it as an inspiration for a fanfic, which you can find here.

OVERALL VERDICT: 10/10, WOULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN. Definitely the best non-Rumina episode in the entire first season; vies with "Double Trouble" in my opinion for the best episode overall. Except for the aforementioned plot holes, everybody's game is ON POINT and there's all sorts of foreshadowing that makes rewatches fun once you know the plot twist. LOVE IT.

Also, from a shipping perspective, this episode is GOLD, just like "Double Trouble" is.

#adventures of sinbad #adventures of sinbad live action tv #Episode commentary #sinbad 1x12 #maeve x sinbad #dim-dim macguffin plot #Maeve talks to animals #firouz's inventions save the day #good thing firouz invented the telescope #Dermott as himself

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susannaprouse · 5 years ago

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Fifty Nine - San Francisco

We got up slightly later on our second day in San Francisco, had breakfast in our airbnb and caught the bus into town. Here we walked to a bike rental place and picked up our bikes for the day. Considering I'd fallen off the bike immediately in the Galapagos I was gearing myself up for another embarrassing fall. Luckily (and obviously now I think of it) the bikes were much better and weren't way too big for me. We cycled out into the sunshine to the Disney Family Museum.

On the way we spotted a Farmers Market so decided to lock up our bikes and take a look. The market was amazing, stalls full of colourful fruit and vegetables in beautiful displays. I hate to say it but the Americans know how to do a farmers market. We got suckered in and ended up buying absolutely delicious artichoke hummus and pittas. I wanted to buy all the things but we managed to tear ourselves away.

We cycled along the bay, appreciating the brilliant cycle lanes and seemingly patient drivers until we reached the museum. As we were queuing for tickets, annoyed that we hadn't bought them online, a woman approached us asking if it was just the two of us and if we wanted her spare ticket. I didn't really understand why she had it but I tentatively offered her money (quickly saying we didn't have much cash on us) to which she refused. She was so kind and we got chatting, she was a San Franciscan and worked with disabled people and service animals. We discussed how great the city is but also how expensive it is to live there. The conversation made the queue go quickly and before we knew it we were buying the additional ticket (even that was reduced as we used Mike's student card!) and thanking her again.

The museum was brilliant although I was slightly dismayed they didn't mention anything about Walt's anti-Semite tendencies although I guess that kind of ruins the magic. It took us through Walt's life, the history of his and the Studio's animations, the impact of the animators strike and war and finally his creation of Disney World. I know I'm falling into the Disney trap but for me it was great and reminded me that I'm excited to take my children to Disney World too.

After the museum we realised it was much later than we thought it would be and we were hungry. Lucky for us right next to the museum there was a mini festival and so loads of food trucks. We walked up and down perusing our options before deciding on philly cheese steak, something Mike had said I needed to try here. I went for the classic and Mike had chicken, they were both delicious and huge. We were both pleased we hadn't ordered any sides to go with it, getting more used to American sized portions.

Feeling satisfied we got back onto our bikes for the main reason we'd hired them, to cycle across the Golden Gate Bridge. The cycle to the beginning of the bridge was nice, the cycle on the bridge was amazing but also scary. The wind had picked up by this point and there were a lot of other cyclists who were using their weekends well. Even with all of that I didn't fall off, it was a miracle.

At the other end of the bridge there was a huge hill, we sped down it for 10 minutes enjoying the lack of cars and thrill. We had a quick Golden Gate Bridge selfie before cycling on to Salsalito, a small town that is picturesque but also incredibly touristy. We cycled through and found somewhere to park our bikes. I really resented paying the $3 each to park but it seemed we didn't have another option. After going to see the sea we realised we had forgotten to pay. I tried to convince Mike it didn't matter but him being the worrier he is decided to go back to tell the guy. The guy was impressed we had come back saying honesty paid and charged us for just one bike. We definitely could have got away with not paying though...

We wandered down the harbour looking into the touristy and expensive shops ending up in a small cafe for a drink and to secretly snack on our hummus and pittas. Then we walked back deciding which super yachts we'd buy in the marina on the way.

The cycle back was very nice although I did have to get off and walk up the huge hill (I did manage to cycle the beginning and the end though!). There were fewer other cyclists and the wind wasn't quite so windy. We dropped off our bikes and here's where we might have made our last saving of the day. Buckle in it's a long story.

We knew we wanted to hire bikes and Mike had found a place called Basically Free Bikes where you spent $38 on hiring a bike for the day. But you also got that $38 in store credit at a sports shop. I looked at this sports shop and realised they sold camping gear, we just happen to be camping in Yosemite later in the week. So after A LOT of working out we decided to buy some camping crockery and plates as we could get them home easier and our camping kit hire that we'd organised didn't include them.

However, when we went to get the bikes we were only charged $11 because the camping gear we'd hired had come up on their system. They said they'd figure it out and we could sort it when we returned. When we returned the same guy wasn't there so we didn't bring it up. All in all we potentially might have got two bikes for $11 instead of $66 AND free stuff in the sports shop!

By this point in the day we were exhausted, we'd walked for two hours and cycled for three hours. It was definitely time for ice cream. But because we hadn't done quite enough we made a quick detour to Lombard Street, a crazy street made up of a small zig zagging road - you kind of have to Google it to see how weird it is. We clambered up the steps to try and get a good photo but the tall hydrangeas got in the way. We watched car after car of tourists queue up and then wind down this road before we headed for ice cream.

Ghiradellis ice cream was another of the things I was excited to do in San Francisco. Ever since Mum got the brownie mix in Costco I've never been able to forget it. Apparently neither did all the other people in San Francisco as there was a big queue. It went quite quickly and soon we were sat down with two sundaes (salted brownie for me and cookie for Mike but we decided to do halvsies). Half way through we both looked at each other knowingly, we both felt it was too much. These sundaes were huge and our bodies did not want them. We pushed on for a while before wrapping the salvageable brownie, cookie and chocolate to take home. It was so painful for me to leave that ice cream but I also didn't want to be sick. I don't think real adults should be physically sick from eating too much ice cream.

We caught the bus back home feeling better with each minute but were completely exhausted when we got in. We watched a Bob's Burgers before collapsing into bed.

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my-abibliophobia · 7 years ago

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Favorite Leverage TV Quotes

(After the team finishes their first mission and gives the money away to a hospital) Nate: Anyone who wants to walk away can go right now. (Dramatic pause) Eliot: One more... Hardison: Maybe two...

Nate: (climbing into his new Tesla roadster) Just because you're the good guys now, doesn't mean you can't have a little fun along the way.

Sophie: I never thought I'd say this. Ever. But that is too much money to steal!

Alec: I got to get back to the office. I just remembered something. Parker: What? Alec: I just remembered gravity...and the squishiness of all my manly bits. Parker: I designed this rig myself. The line is carbon-fiber, five-point harness, weight support here, here, here, auto-breaking resistance on the main pulley back here. Alec: Okay, okay, cool, so it's tested? Parker: Not yet. Alec: Not ye..? When the hell were you going to test it? Parker: (pushes Alec off the roof) Big baby.

Parker: They changed the lock. Alec: Just do what you do. I mean, whatever, what do you need?(Parker produces a plastic explosive) Alec: No. Mm-mm. Stop all that playin'. Mm-mm. Hell, no. (runs for cover)

Eliot: The tall one, the way he used a knife, Ex-Marine, probably force recon. Alec: You IDed the guy off his knife-fighting style? Eliot: It's a very distinctive style.

Eliot: 5.56 NATO rounds, mixed in with some 9-mils from the submachine guns. Insurgents would have used AK-47 with 7.62 ammo. Has more of a crack. Contractor shot 'em up alright. Parker: (impressed) You IDed the weapon from the gunshot sound? Eliot: It has a very distinctive sound.

(on their money from their first job)Parker: I put all that money in a Swiss bank account. Eliot: Millions of dollars and you didn't buy anything? Parker: I don't like stuff. I like money. Sophie: I bought a little retirement home in Ireland... and Dubai... and Tokyo. Parker: What about you? Eliot: Yeah, I'm not about to tell two known thieves what I did with a multi-million dollar payout. Sophie: Don't you trust us? (laughs)

(Parker has "medicated" Grant to help shake him up) Eliot: You gave him speed? Alec: He beat up a priest. (Elliot shrugs)

(While discussing how to "steal a miracle") Hardison: Long as I don't have to do anything immoral. Nate: No not at all. I just need you to figure out how to, you know...fake a miracle. (Eliot chuckles) Hardison: (long pause) We're all going to hell.

Alec: (to Nate) You...you're a Catholic who wants to fake a miracle. I'm pretty sure that puts us in mortal-sin territory. Eliot: So what...now you're religious, too? Alec: No, I'm not denominational. It's just, I never do anything my Nana said "don't do".

Father Paul: Nate, no more lies! The Vatican's here! You and I both know what that means. Nate: Yeah, break out the grappa. Father Paul: Does my getting defrocked amuse you? Nate: No. Listen, listen, I just...let me explain this to you, okay? I just, this is...in here. (Nate moves toward the Confessional booth) Father Paul: Oh, there's always a loophole with you. (Nate enters the booth) That's my side!

Father Paul: I'll count myself blessed and take my miracle. Nate: Ah, but there was no miracle. Father Paul: Nate, five thieves saved my church.

Nate: (sarcastically) Yeah okay, yeah. Let's go rob Nicki Masconi. A guy who kills people and lives in our city. Yeah, let's do that.

Cheryl: I have been working my butt off on this account. But Steve? No, he's just sitting back, waiting for me to fail so he can swoop in and save the day. I swear, it's like he's a rogue and I'm a mage and we're part of the same guild, but secretly, he's at work with the Alliance to undermine us. Hardison: For the Horde! Cheryl: For the Horde! You play "World of Warcraft"? Hardison: You kidding? Did you get the new expansion pack? Woman, I was up all night. Now, look, I mean, "Burning Crusade" was great, but this new one is mind-blowing. Nate: (over comm) Hardison? You bailed on the job because you were up all night playing a game? (Hardison opens a cupboard to hide himself and talk back) Hardison: (quietly) First off, "game" is hardly adequate, okay?

Parker: (reciting to Nate things she has found searching the luggage on the plane for a bomb) ...hatbox full of Euros, pouch of blood diamonds, a stolen Stradivarius. (musing) I've never lifted one of those.

Sophie: How did you both know there would be an extra uniform in the bag? Nate: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms in case they get called to work unexpectedly. Eliot: Or if something happens to the one that they're already wearing. Sophie: How does everyone know that? Nate: Worked airport security. Eliot: Slept with a flight attendant.

Parker: (to Hardison) What are you doing? Hardison: Oh, I'm just remote accessing a plane's electrical system from 3000 miles away. You know what? If you were a geek, you would be really turned on by this.

Eliot: (after unsuccessfully trying to wake up the hitman) When I knock people out they tend to stay knocked out.

Parker: (referring to Nate's behavior) Is it me or is he getting creepier?

Nate: Somebody find me a brain. Parker: Oh yeah, he's definitely getting creepier.

Parker: (Crawling through the air duct) Looks like Parker's gonna have to crawl through the air duct again. God forbid anyone else would have to learn how to frickin' crawl on their stomach through a tiny space. It's not rocket science, people. Eliot: (On comm) Parker, you realize that we can still hear you?

Derrick Clark: No, no cops. If they find out we contacted the police, they'd kill her. Sophie: They're not cops, I promise you. They're friends of mine, you can trust them. Derrick Clark: Why should I trust you? I don't know who you are. Sophie: I'm a thief. Derrick Clark: Okay,...I'm not sure what to do with that!

Eliot: Let's go, man, you have it? Hardison: No, not yet. (Over comms) Sophie, we need that scene, are you finished with it yet? Sophie: It's in the box on the back of the truck. Hardison: Sophie, seriously Sophie, it was supposed to be a two page scene between Irina and a boy. Sophie: That's still the heart of it. Eliot: The heart of it? There's like ten pages here. You have a stunt? You have special effects? Parker: (takes script) Sister Magda crosses and gets a loaf of bread. Who's sister Magda? (Sophie arrives in full nun garb) Hardison: (To Eliot) Tell me you didn't see that coming.

Hardison: Woah, woah, woah. I'm getting a bunch of calls to the police. What the hell is going on down there? Eliot: I'll tell you what's going on. Parker just stabbed her guy with a fork!

Hardison: Woah, woah. I haven't slept in three days. I had a showdown with two different gangs, who, now, by the way, now know my face. I sat on a bomb. And all this could've been avoided had you gave the man a taco?

Nate: Sophie, how--how do you catch mob guys? Sophie: Uhh...two glasses of Chianti and a story about my grandma in Sicily. Nate: How does the government catch mob guys? Everyone: Taxes!

Leary: I was tricked. I was tricked! It wasn't, it wasn't me. You understand, I... Bonanno: Somebody tricked you into bringing a briefcase full of evidence of your own crime straight to the police? Come on, Mr. Leary. Nobody's that smart.

Eliot: (about Parker) She's dressed that way 'cause she's doing a con. Nate: What, you thought she was dressed like a nun for no reason? Eliot: She's Parker. Nate: Ah, fair enough.

Eliot: That's why the businesses are clean; they're dirty from the inside. Nate: Well, yeah, I mean, if you have a body in the trunk of your car, you're gonna drive under the speed limit, aren't you? Parker: You know, when you're sober, your metaphors get creepier.

Nate: Now if you'll excuse me, I am gonna go call a professional killer who tried to murder me and arrange to meet him in an isolated location.

Room Service Operator: It's chicken-fried steak. Sophie: It's what? Chicken-fried steak? Room Service Operator: Yeah. Sophie: Let me just tell you, meat should never be used as an adjective.

Nate: Can I get this straight? Okay, you two couldn't rig a gym class and a spelling bee, and you two run into the only FBI agents on the planet that recognize you? Eliot: I gotta be honest with you, I think we broke the kid even more. Sophie: We are the worst fairy godparents in the world.

Nate: Who's that? Hardison: Oh, the kid. Kid's from her first marriage, Widmark. Eliot: I'm sorry what? Widmark? Hardison: Rich people, man.

Parker: Door alarm's got a Takashita 500 with redundant infrared. Window's easier. Alec: The window? The window that's 20 stories up? Parker: Like I said--easier.

Eliot: Hardison, we got a problem. Hardison: What kinda problem? Eliot: They're MRI'ing my pizza and their stance says ex-CIA. Hardison: You can tell somebody worked for the CIA just from how they stand?! Eliot: It's a very distinctive stance!

Hardison: You were scared to fight a girl. Eliot: She'd mop the floor with you, Hardison Hardison: I don't care. Eliot: Seriously, she actually killed a guy once with a mop. It's a funny story, actually. She broke the mop and took... Hardison: Eliot, Eliot.

Tara: I checked you out, Mr. Ford. Half my sources say you're a vicious thief. The other half claim you're some kind of high-tech vigilante. Nate: I like that. I should put that on my card.

Tara: What are we supposed to do, steal the wake? Nate: Whoa, have some respect--borrow the wake, to save the bar.

Nate: All right, good news, bad news. Tara: Good news? Nate: The mayor's hooked. We're in the pinch. Tara: Bad news? Nate: I think we lost Eliot until the playoffs.

Sophie: Someone explain to me, what the hell is a Steranko? Hardison: Steranko's the toughest security system in the world, in the universe, in the multiverse, whatever. Eliot: How do you not know this? Sophie: I am a grifter. If I'm doing my job right then the mark just, click, turns off the alarm for me. (As Hardison alters Moto's photo) Eliot: That's nice, make him--make him look drunker. And then richer. Hardison: What you want me to do, give the man a pet tiger? Eliot: Can you do that?  Fake FBI Guy: FBI, sir. That young lady's in our custody. Hardison: Aw see, you made two mistakes, bro. First, you flashed that fake ass FBI badge at me. Second, you spilled his coffee. (Pointing at Eliot)  Nate: Where's Eliot? Hardison: Oh, he had to change his shirt. He got coffee on it. And some blood and some teeth.  Parker: Who knew a sedan could hit 140? Sophie: Parker, you are never to get behind the wheel of a car again, okay? Never.

Parker: (noting a statuary in a vault) Oh, hello. Last time I saw you was at the Louvre. Well, actually you were in the back seat of my car, but before that you were at the Louvre. Nate: Parker, focus! Parker: Okay. 

Hardison: Small one is land purchases--old manor houses up for auction, all within the last two years, all in Scotland. Ha! Places like, uh...Loch Glengorra...and Loch McGr-r-r...I'm not even gonna try to pronounce it, man. It's just a bunch of random Gs and Ns. 

Nate: The name of this con is called "The Mummy's Tiara." Hardison: Come on, man, that can't be real. Parker: Am I gonna have to steal a corpse again?  Parker: I still don't know why Sophie's not doing this part of the con. Nate: Well, the con requires a carrot and a stick. I need her to be the stick. Parker: Well, remember that time I was the carrot and I stabbed somebody? Nate: I do. 

Parker: You know, I'm really starting to like tasing people. Is that a problem? 

#Leaverage #leverage #tv #quotes #funny

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valisi-clark · 8 years ago

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Renegade

Day 8: Freeform

Thank you to the hosts of @bottomerwinweek ! You deserve a pat on the back, or a hug, or an appreciative handjob maybe.........

here’s the thing

******

Erwin turned on the tap in the kitchen and filled the small pot with water before putting it on to boil. Some mornings, he didn't miss the United States. But when he felt like he urgently needed coffee, and he had to wait to boil water, he missed being a spoiled American with a Keurig. Rather than walking away from the stove, he stood and watched the tiny bubbles begin to form in the bottom of the pot.

The isolation was finally getting to him. Even though they had made trips over the years to fill the safe house with entertainment, books, board games, puzzles, a set of weights, coloring books and markers and pencils, notebooks and pens, it hadn't proved to be much over a period of eight months. There was no way for him to read or hear news from his home country. He missed constantly being on top of the news. Knowing what was going on in the world never seemed like such a luxury before.

The pot of water came to roiling boil, and he poured some of it into the french press. When he closed the top, he watched the coffee through the glass while he waited for it steep. Coffee from a french press did taste better, but that wasn't really what bothered him. He had to admit again to himself.

He missed his computer. He missed the endless streams of information, and all of the angles that had to be worked out on a daily basis.

Even more than that, he missed Levi.

Erwin swallowed, trying to maintain the flood of emotion that came from even thinking of the man's name. He pressed the plunger in the french press down firmly before he poured his coffee into a mug. Finally, he lifted the mug and tasted. It wasn't bad.

Mug in hand, Erwin walked across the small house and to the front door. He opened it and smelled the air. It was a nice day. Hot but with low humidity. And in the distance, he could see the city of Chihuahua. When Erwin imagined Mexico, he always imagined desert. That's how television depicted Mexico anyway, lots of desert with tiny houses in the middle of nowhere. But when Erwin had picked the safe house he wanted to be near a city. Chihuahua was beautiful. If he ever needed to hide for a few days, it would be easier to alternate hiding among other people and hiding in the secluded house.

He didn't make very many trips to buy supplies, and he wasn't eating very much. The defined muscle that he had eight months prior had diminished some despite his routine of working out thirty minutes a day, four times a day. But he wasn’t eating as much. He was thinner. There weren't as many sugary treats sitting around for him to munch while coding. He slept better too, if only from boredom.

Erwin sat down in one of the outdoor chairs that was extremely sun bleached and almost falling apart. He liked to spend his mornings outside and visually explore the scenery.

His mind was too occupied to really enjoy the morning. When he first settled in Chihuahua, he was too paranoid to really think about everything that had happened. He distracted himself with anything, everything, while praying that he wouldn’t hear the hum of helicopters. But for the last month, his mistakes had plagued him daily, no matter what activities he created for himself. He kept thinking about what he could have done differently. How he could have protected himself and his people. How he could be in the Bahamas with Levi instead of in Mexico by himself.

There was that sinking feeling again. Thinking of Levi was inevitable, and it was sweet. But the loneliness he felt was more bitter than the mug of rough black coffee in his hand. Erwin took another sip to try and distract himself. All of the memories

At first, three years ago, it was all just an experiment. He just wanted to see if he could actually do it. Hack into the local credit union. Deduct a quarter of a cent from every twentieth account that made a transaction within a twelve hour period and put it into a bank account that he had created under a false name. The first day, he made over $10,000, and he panicked. He reversed the order, and everyone who he had stolen from had received their money back.

Immediately after that was done, Erwin deconstructed his computer and left its parts strewn all over his room. He considered running a magnet over everything, just to prove to himself that he would never do it again. There wouldn't be any software evidence. He made sure. But he had worked so hard to build that computer. Destroying its parts seemed too painful.

That same night, while he was sitting on his couch, eating Oriental flavored ramen noodles, watching the weather channel because it was free, he thought about that $10,000. He thought about how nice it would be to go to the local grocery store and buy a rib eye steak. Or even some fresh fruit. Maybe a lot of it. The only time of the year that he could afford those things was around Christmas, because his dad would send him a small check for a gift, and after his tax return. Every year, he halved his tax return. Half for bills or debt. Half for his computer or better food. Erwin took one more bite of his ramen before he set the bowl down in his lap and looked at it. He was disgusted with his retail store lifestyle. It had to end.

Erwin started the process again. He randomized the program and maintained it solo for a week. But there was too much money collecting just for himself. He needed help. The money was no good still in the bank account. If he was ever caught, the first thing the FBI would confiscate was the money in the bank. The only money that mattered was cash. Cold, hard cash that he could hide.

Erwin needed to collect people to help him get the cash out of the bank.

First, he started close to home, with his best friends. He didn't tell Mike and Nanaba immediately. He only started asking simple questions about money. Were they satisfied with their jobs? How did they feel about certain laws? Both of them were disgruntled. They were poor. Their university degrees didn't mean shit in their fields. Erwin brought them in. He created separate banks accounts for both of them under false names in two completely different banks, Regions and Fifth Third. They needed fake photo I.D.s. Had to claim they lost their debit cards to replace the one that they never had in the first place. Every two weeks, Mike and Nanaba would go to their respective banks to pull out “rent money” or a “car payment”.

He found Moblit causing chaos, that Erwin thought was so admirable, in the dark web. Moblit wasn’t doing damage. He was just fucking shit up. It was strictly trolling for fun. Moblit's favorite pastime was hacking into government email accounts and changing the password, just to irritate the politician. And Moblit would livestream the results. Erwin laughed every time one of the politicians got locked out of their email account, and they had to jump through hoops just to get back into it.

Along with Moblit, came Hange, who was the mastermind behind most of the ideas. Hange had the ideas. Moblit let her watch while he made it happen. Erwin thought it was a really beautiful arrangement.

After a few years, he finally bought a house that he equipped with everything they needed to keep the operation going. They paid taxes under the illusion that they all worked for a porn company that Erwin fabricated, including the business license. But when anyone would visit the website for their business, the visitor was simply directed to another website where cam girls were performing every day and night. And if the visitor was bold enough to pay for a full session with the young lady, Erwin deducted a dollar from that account for his trouble, without the actual website ever knowing. It was pocket change in comparison to what he had done with the banks. And when he became more comfortable with his software, he hacked into Wells Fargo. Larger network, more places to hide, but tighter security. Wells Fargo became too lucrative. He had to reduce the amount to an tenth of a penny for every transaction to make the porn business look legitimate. They laundered what they could, but it was a full time job for all of them. Erwin took mornings. Mike and Nanaba afternoons and evenings. Moblit and Hange late nights to early morning.

Then, came Levi. Erwin suspected that someone had been fucking with his laptop for a few weeks. That was fine. There was barely anything on that machine, except for his actual stash of porn and some codes that he had created for viruses or worms that he was trying to build. But one morning, he checked the laptop, and the perpetrator had been sloppy. Some of his porn videos had been moved. Not to a different location. They were out of order in the their folder. Erwin hated it. Someone was in his laptop, and if he didn't box them in fast, they might move to another machine within the house.

He opened notepad and typed out: Who is this? - C0mmand3r. His name wasn't very well known, and he liked it that way. But he felt specifically targeted. In the past, he had asked for some help on the dark web a few times. It was dangerous work. He lost an entire machine over it once. But that was fine. He eventually found the answers. There was no answer on the notepad document for the entire day. The next morning when he woke up. Someone had responded. Those first, glorious two words.

Fuck you.

All of the coding that he had done was missing from the laptop. He had backups. It didn't matter. What mattered was that all of his gay porn had disappeared. He found all of his straight porn in the recycle bin, which had been left there purposely, he imagined.

Erwin messaged back.

If you can figure out the problem I'm having with that worm that I've been working on, please let me know. Leave my porn where I have it. There are times that I need it in a hurry.

Erwin put his porn back in its original folder and closed the laptop. There was no response for a few days. Then, when he checked his laptop one night, there were three new folders on the desktop. One was called WORM. The second was called GOOD PORN. The third was called SHIT PORN.

Whoever had hacked into his laptop had not only returned the worm, in better condition than when it had been stolen, but the hacker had also separated his gay porn between “good” and “shitty”. Most of the porn he had collected ended up in the shitty folder. In the good folder, there were quite a few new videos. Only a handful of his original collection had landed in the good folder. Erwin tried a few of the new videos. He remembered how hot his face felt. But the intruder was right. The videos were better. Better sound. Better lighting. Better angles. More close-ups. He remembered the smile that crossed his face while he watched some of them. When he glanced up at the webcam in his laptop lid, the light was blinking. Whoever had sent him the videos was watching him.

“Can you hear me too?” he asked.

A notepad popped up over the video player.

Yeah

“I really like what you've sent me,” Erwin said. He returned his eyes to the video.

I can tell

Erwin didn't respond to the message for a while. He was too busy going through the videos that he had been sent, and the webcam light continued to flicker on his laptop. Eventually, the tingling in his cock became too uncomfortable, and he realized that if he wasn't going to masturbate in front of a complete stranger, he needed to do something else.

“I've decided that I'm going to retaliate,” Erwin said to the webcam. Erwin closed the laptop, moved to his favorite computer, and began tracking down his hacker. Sending documents back was a mistake on the hacker's part. It was a rookie mistake, but no one who was capable of building a worm code like the one he read earlier would make a mistake like that. It had been done purposely.

Within only a few minutes, he was in the hacker’s machine. He went directly to the webcam, only to be met with black. He laughed. The hacker had actually put opaque tape over his webcam. There was no way to combat that with software. So he hacked into the microphone instead. It was disabled, but it only took a few minutes to enable it again. The first thing that he heard was music. Renegade by Styx.

The jig is up, the news is out

They've finally found me

The renegade who had it made

Retrieved for a bounty

Never more to go astray

This will be the end today

Of the wanted man

Hacking into the laptop was easy. Erwin was surprised that the hacker was using it for everything that he was doing rather than a computer he had built himself. Erwin tried to leave the laptop and find another machine connected to wherever the hacker was staying. He found several computers in the immediate area. One belonged to a child. One belonged to someone who was playing SNOOD. One definitely belonged to an anime nerd. Another was full of porn, but nothing that the hacker liked. Erwin gave up trying to find another machine.

Erwin pulled up a notepad document on the hacker's desktop.

I like your music.

Fuck off get out

Thank you for the porn.

You have horrible taste in porn. Men too probably.

Show me what good taste in men looks like.

There wasn't any answer for a few moments, but Erwin could see that the hacker was coding on the laptop. Working on another stolen code that he had taken from Erwin. He waited patiently. When he was at a good stopping point, he pulled the tape off of his webcam. At first, the camera was shaking, and the light was poor. But then Erwin saw him. Gray eyes. Dark hair. Plain white shirt. Facial expression full of contempt. Erwin was beyond fascinated.

Skype?

No.

Name the platform.

No.

You don't want to see me again?

I can see you whenever I want as long as you're using your laptop.

The man was looking off screen quite a lot then, typing on a different keyboard than the laptop. Somewhere else, beyond sight, Erwin was sure that he was trying to hack into his computer.

You can't get into this computer that I'm using.

Wanna bet?

Yes.

What's the prize?

You have 24 hours. If you get in, you can have any code that you find in my computer. And I mean any code.

It was a high price. Erwin was using his favorite computer that he trusted to hack into banks. And now this guy was going to try and find a way to get into it while Erwin was actively running the program to steal money from Wells Fargo. Erwin knew of two ways to get into his computer. He had hacked it before himself to make sure that it was difficult enough. One way was relatively easy, but there were extremely dangerous firewalls with brutal worms attached to them. If the hacker tried to get in the easy way, there wouldn’t be a computer alive in his entire building by the end of it. If the hacker took the long way, it would take him much longer than 24 hours, but he could get through. He could find out what Erwin was doing.

And if I lose?

Skype date with me.

There was a long pause, and Erwin could hear that he was typing faster. His gray eyes bouncing along the screen. He looked at the webcam. The music stopped.

“Deal,” he said. Erwin's stomach did a backflip. He had never seen someone like this man before. And his voice. It shot through Erwin's bones like electricity.

What’s your name?

“I’m Levi.”

I’m Erwin.

Levi lost the bet. Later, Erwin learned that Levi didn't even try.

******

Erwin came out of his daydream and sipped his coffee again. The coffee had gone cold. It wasn't the first time he had done that this month. But reminiscing was all that he had left.

He glanced at the primitive watch on his left wrist. It was past time for his breakfast. Time to work out for the first time.

Erwin stood from the outdoor chair and went back into the little house, closing the rickety door with his foot.

******

“Erwin.”

Erwin reached under his pillow for his gun, and it was missing. Then, there was weight on top of him, and hands holding down his shoulders. He fought, but the aggressor had the advantage. He didn't know who it was. Police were supposed to be loud. The intruder had been quiet. He fought anyway.

“Erwin! Stop it!”

Erwin stopped. That voice. The feeling of the body on top of him.

“Levi?” Erwin breathed.

“It's me, you dipshit,” Levi said. Erwin pushed at Levi until he fell back a little, and Erwin reached out and turned on the light on the nightstand. He slid back in the small bed and looked at Levi like he was a stranger.

“Levi-”

“Hey,” Levi said. Erwin looked him over. Plain white shirt. Dark jeans. Black socks. Boots were probably near the front door.

Erwin reached out, grabbed Levi by the shirt, and pulled Levi back on top of him. He wrapped his arms around Levi's waist and squeezed until Levi gasped. But Levi wrapped his arms just as tightly around Erwin's shoulders, breathing heavily. Erwin held tightly, hoping that it wasn't just another dream, and when he woke up, Levi would be gone again. Levi wiggled in his grasp, trying to pull back. That was real enough for Erwin. They leaned back far enough away from each other just far enough for a kiss, not willing to break the contact, but unable to stop. Erwin forced his tongue into Levi's mouth and found that taste he had been dreaming of for eight months. Minty and male.

Levi pulled back gasping.

“Erwin.”

“Levi,” Erwin said.

“Sorry I scared you.”

“It's alright,” Erwin said. “I'm glad you took the gun.”

Levi leaned towards him again, and Erwin grunted when he felt Levi pull his blond hair. Erwin pushed his hands under Levi's shirt and felt of the smooth skin, recognizing every inch of it, remembering the taste. But Levi pulled away again.

“Hey,” Levi gasped. “Let's talk. Talk first, and then we'll fuck.”

“Alright,” Erwin nodded. But they kissed again. Pawing at each other, gasping. Erwin took his mouth from Levi's, dropped his head, pressed his open mouth against Levi's neck and bit him gently, the way Levi liked it. When Levi groaned in his ear, Erwin's cock twitched.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Levi whispered, leaning back again. Erwin released his teeth, still holding onto him. But Levi pried himself from Erwin's arms and sat back on the bed. Putting distance between them. “Alright.” Levi ran his fingers through his hair, trying to put it back in place. Erwin pulled his feet out from under the sheet and put one foot against Levi's knee, feeling of the denim under his foot. His eyes were watering. He hadn't touched anyone in eight months. “Hey, it's okay.” Levi didn't miss anything.

“I missed you,” Erwin said. Levi moved over to him again, and in seconds, they were in the same predicament. Erwin even pulled Levi's shirt off, and his tongue automatically sliding over one hard nipple, sucking until Levi squirmed on top of him, pressing his tongue flat against Levi's skin and dragging it up to Levi's clavicle.

“I missed you, Erwin,” Levi whispered. “I have to talk to you now, okay?”

“Talk,” Erwin said. He pressed his mouth to Levi's neck and sucked, teething at the skin over the bite.

“Ah,” Levi gasped. “Alright. Listen. You're getting on a plane tomorrow.” Erwin took his mouth from Levi's neck, and leaned back, looking at Levi's eyes.

“Home?” Erwin asked in such a quiet whisper that he wasn't sure he had said it aloud. The fire in Levi's eyes died, and he shook his head, the pain and disappointment still obvious. Erwin sagged farther down into the bed, his head hitting the pillow like a brick. Levi leaned down, pressed kisses to his forehead, and his face. Erwin could only stare at nothing. “Where?” Levi didn't immediately answer, and Erwin was afraid that he already knew. That's why Levi was taking his time. Levi didn't want to say it. Erwin didn't want to hear it.

Levi framed Erwin's face with his hands, kissed him, apologizing beforehand. Erwin kissed back, wanting Levi not to say it. But Levi pulled back, looked at Erwin, took his hands away and settled them on either side, supporting himself.

“Ireland,” Levi said. All of the air in Erwin's lungs escaped, and his eyes watered so much that he couldn't even call it surprise response anymore. They were tears. Legitimate tears.

“Levi,” he gasped.

“I'm so fucking sorry, Erwin,” Levi said. He kissed Erwin's face, but Erwin pushed him away, hiding his face in his hands, trying to catch his breath. “I fucking tried. I swear that I did. The Russians first. I scared the shit out of them. The Chinese went offline shortly after. They probably burned everything they owned. The Irish were the only ones who would talk, Erwin.”

Erwin couldn't talk. But he didn't want to hide his eyes from the only person he had wanted to see. He reached out, grabbed Levi, and pulled him close. They held onto each other. The flight was the next day. This was the last time they would see each other for a very long time. Much longer than eight months.

“I'm going home,” Erwin whispered. Levi shook his head.

“You can't yet,” Levi said. Erwin hid his face in the crook of Levi's neck. “I don't know if they'll ever stop looking, Erwin. I don't know.”

“How long?” Erwin asked. Levi didn't answer, and Erwin pulled away. He pushed Levi up, and Levi sat up on top of him, looking down at him.

“Five years,” Levi said. Erwin huffed a laugh. If he had known. Oh, if he had only known. He never would have started any of it.

“Five years with the IRA,” Erwin said.

“I tried, Erwin.”

“I know, Levi,” Erwin said, nodding. Of course Levi tried. He wanted Erwin back in the States almost as badly as Erwin wanted to go home. Maybe more.

“I tried to negotiate location. They don't trust their American partners to be your handler. They'll put you in a flat, put you in a house arrest anklet, and they'll let you go out once a week for groceries or whatever. I couldn't get anything else,” Levi said. “They wanted the Silk Road taken down but-”

“I can't do that.”

“I know. I told them. But I told them you could get them in it. They mostly do wholesale, but I reasoned with them, Erwin. They don't know anything about black hat, Erwin. As far as they're concerned, it's magic,” Levi said. Erwin nodded.

Most people didn't know a lot about black hat hacking. And if they didn't know anything about it, they could only think of treason. No one was hiring. If someone wanted black hat hacking, they learned it themselves. But the Irish Republican Army was old. They didn't have an online presence yet. The Original IRA had good intentions, but the group broke down eventually and went in different directions. Erwin would be working with the worst of them, focused on domestic terrorism and money. Erwin would help them go online with their endeavors. Work for protection.

When Erwin started the operation to get money fast, he knew that it would go wrong. It was illegal. It was immoral. It couldn't last forever. He came up with a plan. The plan was that if anything ever went wrong, if their activities were ever discovered, Erwin would take the fall. All possible evidence of any one else handling the money would be destroyed, and it would look like Erwin did the operation all by himself. He would flee the country. Hide in Mexico. Find protection in exchange for whatever he could do with a computer. Get employment in exchange for hiding, and some money if he was lucky. Then, when it seemed like he was in the clear, when the FBI went into a financial negative return on his case, he would go back to the United States.

Erwin had created the plan before he met Levi. And he knew that he would have to leave Levi behind.

“They're going to pay you,” Levi said, as if that made it any better. Levi laid down on top of Erwin pressing his ear against Erwin's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

“You'll have to tell me where to send it,” Erwin said.

“We're fine, Erwin,” Levi said. “We're going to be laundering money for years. Probably the entire time you're gone. Maybe longer. You took care of us. Mike and Nanaba are in Montana. Hange and Moblit when back to Portland.”

When the silence passed between them, Levi pressed his fingertips into the skin around Erwin's rib cage, asking for a response.

“I'm sorry,” Erwin said, his voice breaking only a little. Levi lifted his head, looked Erwin dead in the eye.

“Shut up,” Levi said.

“I'm sorry, Levi-”

“I said shut up.”

Erwin stared into Levi's eyes, burning like molten steel with anger. Levi hated it when Erwin sank into the guilt. But Erwin couldn't help it. He had made the mistake. Wells Fargo updated the security constantly, and it became more and more difficult to keep up with hiding the program. Humans needed sleep. Computer programs didn't. Moblit tried to help. But after a while, Moblit would wake Erwin up at all hours of the night asking for help. And fast. Levi said they should pull the plug, clear out the accounts. They had pulled so much money from the accounts that they couldn't keep it all in the house anymore. Erwin insisted it could work a little longer. He knew that when he pulled the program out of the Wells Fargo network, he's have to trash it. He had spent years creating it, and he wanted to get all of the use out of it possible before he had to destroy it.

He insisted they could go for a little longer. But they couldn't.

The FBI was on Erwin's ass so fast he almost didn't get out of the country. And he didn't get to say goodbye to the others. Levi demanded to go with him, but Erwin convinced him to stay behind and negotiate. Negotiate with anyone who would listen. Get him out of Mexico. Levi agreed.

Erwin ran his hands down Levi's bare arms, pressing his thumb into Levi's biceps. When he squeezed Levi's arms, the gray eyes finally softened.

“How am I going to get past the airline security?” Erwin asked. Every airline in the world could have his photo at that point. Levi could forge documents all day long for him, but they couldn't change the way he looked. Levi shook his head.

“Stop thinking,” Levi said. Erwin searched Levi's face for an explanation. How could they stop thinking? If they took time to stop at all, that could be the end. But he saw the desperation, the reflection of his own loneliness that he had felt for eight months, in Levi's eyes.

Erwin nodded.

“Alright, Levi.”

Levi framed Erwin's face with his hands and leaned over him, pressing their lips together again. Erwin lifted his head from the pillow to meet him, too eager to wait, and he swore to himself that he would stop thinking. This was goodbye. He had to memorize the moment. Every breath. Each sound. Levi's unique smell.

Erwin closed his eyes tighter and opened his mouth when he felt Levi's tongue against his bottom lip. Rocking his hips up, Erwin heard the gasp deep in Levi's chest, and he smiled in the kiss. Levi smiled too, and then Levi had to break the kiss. He was laughing with relief, and Erwin laughed back. They paused, staring at each other in the light of lamp. Levi kept his hands near Erwin's face, memorizing it with his hands, pushing his fingers into Erwin's hair.

“Take off your boxers,” Levi said. He raised up on his knees and crawled out of the small bed. When Levi left, Erwin pushed the cotton sheets and quilt back. He hooked his thumbs in his boxers and pulled them off before he tossed them over the edge of the bed. Erwin didn't look down. He was half hard from kissing, and tt was too tempting to touch himself while he waited on Levi.

Erwin stared at the ceiling and listened to the sounds of Levi moving in the house. Hearing someone else, when there had been silence for so long felt foreign and welcome.

When he heard Levi's soft steps coming back into the bedroom, Erwin lifted his head and looked. Levi had a bottle of lube and a glove in one hand. His smart phone in the other hand. Erwin leaned his head back when he saw the piece of technology. He loved computers so much, but he had also let them ruin his life. A smart phone was just a smaller, easier to hack, version.

Levi stopped in the middle of the room and looked around. His eyes settled on the small nightstand. Walking over to the nightstand, Levi turned on the screen of the phone and began swiping and tapping. Erwin watched him, curious, still nervous. Levi pushed out the kick stand on his phone and set it down facing the bed. He leaned over and looked at the angle. Erwin understood then.

They had first bonded over porn. Now they were going to make it. He smiled up at Levi, and Levi looked down at him. A grin pulled up one side of his lips, and Erwin's cock jumped in response. He loved that look. Devious, and somehow with all of the affection that Levi could give.

“If I had known you would be so excited, I would've suggested we do this earlier,” Levi said. Erwin chuckled.

Levi tapped the screen, and he pulled one black latex glove onto his hand, leaving the other bare. He tossed the lube to the bed, and started pulling at his belt. Erwin watched, his face already flushing. Levi looked him in the eye while he, pulled off his belt, unzipped his jeans, and he pushed his underwear down with the denim. Then, he pulled off his socks.

Finally bare, Erwin could see that Levi's cock was already heavy and dripping. Levi crawled on top of the bed again, and settled between Erwin's legs. Erwin watched him, and he felt his eyes widen when Levi's head dropped.

The first lick against his cock felt so hot that a rough gasp wrenched from his chest.

“Fuck,” Erwin hissed. Levi cupped his balls, and Erwin pressed into his hand. When Levi's mouth wrapped around his head, Erwin's toes curled, and he groaned. It had been so long, too long. And no one had a mouth like Levi.

Levi sank his mouth down farther on Erwin's cock, until Erwin could feel the soft tissue in the back of Levi's throat. He purposely gagged himself, and Erwin moaned.

“Levi.”

Levi wasn't listening. He massaged Erwin's balls a few times before he actually started sucking his cock. Erwin bucked up from the bed, and he pressed his hands against the old headboard of the bed. Digging his heels into the mattress, trying to stop himself from lifting his hips again, Erwin shuddered.

Then, Levi pressed his tongue against the underside of Erwin's cock and dragged it up, applying as much pressure as he could. Erwin couldn't catch his breath. He could feel his chest rising sharply only to release trembling breaths.

Levi took his mouth away from Erwin and used his bare hand to stroke him, spreading saliva over his cock. Erwin allowed himself to squirm, and he lifted his head from the pillow. When he looked down at Levi, Levi was smiling at him. It wasn't devious anymore. Only appreciative.

“Gorgeous,” Levi muttered. “I've been thinking about you like this. All this time.” Erwin took a breath and his chest shuddered. He bit his bottom lip to keep from clenching his teeth. “How red your cock is when you're hard.” Erwin bent his knees, trying to keep from bucking off the bed. “The way you bite your bottom lip.” Erwin groaned. He hadn't heard Levi talk that way before. Levi increased the speed of his strokes, and Erwin let his head drop back to the pillow, dragging his fingernails against the headboard. His legs shook so hard that the bed rattled. He felt like all of the heat in his body was rushing to his cock, and he knew that he would come if Levi kept going. Levi didn't seem to want to stop. “Are you ready?” Levi asked. Erwin could only manage a whimper and and a nod.

Levi took his hand away. It was so sudden that it almost hurt, and Erwin's knees gave out, his legs crashing back to the bed under him. Erwin gasped for air. He had stopped breathing for a few moments.

“Roll over,” Levi said. He leaned back to give Erwin enough room to do it, but Erwin needed a minute.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. The safe house seemed so much better with Levi around, and Erwin smiled. Levi patted his thigh, telling him to get moving. Erwin leaned up in bed and rolled over, careful not to accidentally kick Levi out of the small bed.

Resting on his stomach, Erwin grinded his cock down into the bed. Then, he felt Levi move up between his legs, and he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, released it trying to relax. Levi settled his cock against Erwin's ass and dragged it against Erwin's skin.

“That's for you,” Levi whispered. Erwin squeezed his eyes shut tightly and turned his head into the pillow. He raised his hips, pressing against Levi, asking for more. Levi's bare hand grabbed one of his cheeks and squeezed. “I missed this.” He thought he heard Levi gasp. “Erwin.” Erwin nodded into the pillow, encouraging him to keep going. Levi leaned back.

Erwin heard the top of the lube bottle pop. He clenched, sheer anticipation. But he turned his head from the pillow and took another breath. When he exhaled, he focused on relaxing his muscles from his toes to his shoulders.

Then, he felt one slick digit against his opening. Erwin's mouth fell open, and his eyebrows furrowed. He wanted it. Even pressed back towards it. Levi pushed forward. With the first press, Levi found Erwin's prostate and circled his finger against it. Erwin buried his face into the pillow and practically growled, lifting his hips from the bed and pressing against Levi's hand.

He felt Levi's bare hand against his hip, gently pressing him down.

“Be good for me, baby,” Levi whispered. Erwin lowered his hips against the bed and whined into the pillow when his cock dragged against the sheets. When his hips were firmly on the bed again, Levi began moving his finger again. This time, he was circling faster, and Erwin couldn't stop moving. He moved his hips with the motion, and Levi seemed to encourage it.

Levi stopped moving his finger, and Erwin winced. He missed the motion. But he felt another finger tip against his hole, and he waited patiently, focusing on being relaxed. The second finger took more time, but Erwin stayed still. If Levi wasn't moving, he didn't want to move either.

With the second finger in place, Levi curled his fingers, and Erwin almost bent his knees, seeking more. Levi put a hand against the small of his back, and kept him down, moving his fingers inside of Erwin faster.

“I don't ever remember you moving this much,” Levi said. Erwin couldn't hear him. He was too busy moaning into the pillow, biting the fabric, making a wet spot from the drool he couldn't swallow. After only a few more moments of curling his fingers, Levi spread his fingers out, stretching him. Erwin felt the first hint of burn, but he just leaned into it anyway. He liked the burn.

Levi added another finger so abruptly that Erwin lost his breath. He lifted his head from the pillow and automatically looked over to the camera of the phone. He could imagine how flushed and breathless he looked. Hair a mess. He wanted Levi to see him that way.

Levi didn't take long to start spreading all three fingers in Erwin, and he stopped taking his time. The desperation was too much. But when Levi tried to pull his hand back, Erwin was clenching too tightly. Levi curled his fingers against Erwin's prostate again until Erwin was loose and pliable again.

“That's it, Erwin,” Levi whispered. He pulled his fingers out easily.

Quickly, Levi pulled the glove off, inside out, and tossed it to the side of the bed. He opened the lube bottle and spread plenty of it over his cock, so much that he saw it drip to the sheets. Levi's eyes went back to Erwin, who was still writhing, waiting on him.

“Lift up and show the camera your cock,” Levi said. He watched when Erwin lifted his hips from the bed, putting his weight on his forearms. Levi leaned over and looked at Erwin cock. Swollen, flushed a deep red, and absolutely soaked at the tip. Levi reached around and wrapped his hand around Erwin's tip, feeling of the precome, spreading it around. Erwin gasped and held his breath while Levi touched him.

Levi looked to Erwin's face, which was fully concentrated on not coming.

“Lay back down,” Levi said when he took his hand away. Erwin laid back down, practically melted into the mattress, and pressed his face into the pillow.

As soon as he was back down on the bed, Erwin felt the head of Levi's cock against his hole. He took another breath, relaxed, and he felt Levi press inside of him. The first pass missed his prostate, but Levi did that purposely.

When he felt Levi sink into him to the base, Erwin bit the pillow and groaned into the cotton.

“Erwin,” Levi breathed. Then, he pulled out, dragged his head against Erwin's prostate before he pressed in again. Erwin felt the heat spread under him on the bed, and he wondered just how much he had soaked the sheets. Levi lost all patience, and Erwin teeth released the pillow. He couldn't stop the sounds pouring from him mouth. Levi put his hands on Erwin's back and dragged his nails down the skin, leaving red welts. Erwin's face lifted from the pillow.

“Fuck, Levi,” Erwin breathed.

“I love it when you say that,” Levi said before he grabbed Erwin's hips. Levi increased the pace, groaned loudly enough that it filled the room. Erwin would have said it again, but he couldn't.

The bed was shaking too hard, and with every thrust, Erwin's cock was pressed down into the sheets. Erwin pushed the pillow out the way, laid his head on the mattress, and lifted his hips to meet Levi. The frantic rhythm began, and Erwin didn't try to stop himself when he felt the need. He froze under Levi, involuntarily trembling, trying to curse and failing, when he felt the wet heat spread under him on the sheet. He said Levi's name again, but he barely had the breath to make the full sound.

Levi pressed down into him harder. Erwin opened his eyes, couldn't see straight, shut them again, waiting for what he wanted most. Levi's pace slowed down, shuddering on top of him, and Erwin felt Levi come. He memorized the sound, the breath followed by a deep groan, and gasping for air. The bed shook when Levi dropped his hands down to either side of Erwin to catch himself.

Erwin smiled, content with all of it. All of it was worth it. He felt Levi slowly lower himself, pressing his forehead against Erwin's spine and resting. Obsessively, Erwin counted every heavy breath that Levi released against his back, trying to capture the moment in any way possible. Erwin opened his eyes again and could see a little better. Levi pressed his forehead into Erwin's back a bit harder, and Erwin wasn't sure what to think of that. Normally, Levi didn't show a lot of affection afterwards.

Erwin reached up behind himself and felt for Levi's hair. Reaching for Levi's hair was too far, but Levi must have felt him move, because he felt Levi's fingers lacing with his own. He found Levi's thumb and stroked it with his own. Levi tightened the hold of their hands, and Erwin winced. The extra touches, the hand holding, it all felt like goodbye.

Levi leaned up, breaking their handhold, and pulling his hips back. When Erwin felt Levi pull out, he looked back at him. Levi tapped Erwin's leg, telling him to move it. Erwin picked up his leg, rolled over on his side, and Levi moved up further in the bed. Erwin furrowed his eyebrows with curiosity when Levi didn't immediately run to the bathroom to clean up. That wasn't usual. Levi laid down on his side facing Erwin. The bed wasn't big enough to lay on their backs. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as the king sized bed their old home, which was now property of the FBI. Levi pulled him close, and Erwin put his face in the crook of Levi's neck again, opening his mouth to press kisses against Levi's skin. Then, he felt Levi plant kisses in his hair, and Erwin's heart ached. Erwin wrapped one arm around Levi's waist and pulled him as close as possible.

Erwin wanted to suspend the moment. He could be perfectly happy to lay in that bed, filthy and wet, for the rest of his life if it meant that they didn't have to be apart.

Levi leaned back and pressed kisses to every part of Erwin's face. Erwin laid in place, not used to that type of attention. He even leaned back with some uncertainty. But Levi held onto him, planting more kisses on his skin. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Look at me,” Levi said. He didn't take his hands away. Erwin looked into Levi's eyes, and he saw something that he hadn't expected or wanted. Levi was never afraid of anything. And he was hardly ever worried. But Erwin saw what he imagined was as close to fear as Levi could ever feel. Levi's eyes scanned Erwin's face, and Erwin knew that Levi was taking some kind of final look.

That's when Levi remembered that his phone was still recording. He rolled over a bit, reached behind him, and grabbed the phone. He stopped the recording and put the phone back down on the nightstand.

When Levi turned his attention back to Erwin, the fear had gone away and the determination had come back.

“Erwin,” Levi said. “Do you trust me?” Erwin furrowed his eyebrows.

“More than anyone,” Erwin said. He meant it. He trusted Levi more than Mike. More than his own father. Levi nodded, the concern faded in and out of his face.

“Our flight is in five hours.”

“Our flight?” Erwin asked.

“I'm going with you,” Levi said.

“Le-”

“Listen,” Levi said. “You're going to be over there for five years. They'll give you two weeks off work a year. No days off, just those two weeks out of the year. One around Easter. One around Christmas.”

“Why are you going with me?”

“Because during those two weeks out of the year. We're going to see each other at least once,” Levi said. Erwin's face brightened, and he grabbed Levi again. “Wait, Erwin. Wait.” Erwin didn't listen. He pulled Levi to him and pressed kisses against Levi's neck. “Listen to me,” Levi said softly. Erwin leaned back and looked at Levi again.

“I'm listening.”

“At this point, all of the airlines have your picture I.D,” Levi said. Erwin nodded. So that meant he would have to travel some other way. Levi may have arranged for a big wooden box for him to fly in cargo, like in movies. But he still saw that deep concern in Levi's face.

“We'll make it, Levi,” Erwin said.“Whatever you've planned will work.”

“I know,” Levi said. He swallowed so heavily that Erwin saw his throat move. “If we're leaving in five hours, I need to go ahead and break your face.” Erwin felt his expression fall into complete neutrality. It was something that he and Levi both did when they were greeted with news that was less than favorable. “I'm going to break your nose, but I'll break it in a way that we can put it back in place. We'll splint it here. I've got everything I need. I made your photo I.D. really fucking hideous, and the cover is that you had really bad, cheap plastic surgery down here,” Levi said. He looked at Erwin's hair which hadn't been cut in over eight months. “You won't look anything like yourself. I need to break your nose and black your eyes.” Levi's gaze dropped back down to Erwin's eyes. “I bought you some pain pills. I need you to be conscious for the flight, but I'll try to make you comfortable.” Erwin nodded.

He realized that's where the worry in Levi's eyes had come from. Levi didn't want to hurt him. And Erwin hated that Levi had to be the one to do it. If Erwin tried to do it himself, the results would be unpredictable. In fact, if he did it himself, he knew for a fact that he would do it wrong. If Levi broke his nose and reset it, then there was a good chance that he would look normal again once he healed. There might be a permanent bump in his nose, but if that was all it took to gain eventual freedom, it was an inexpensive trade.

“Levi,” Erwin said. Levi's body stiffened against him. Ready to hear the worst, Erwin guessed. The look in Levi's eyes softened. “If this is too much, I'll just go and turn myself-”

“Do not finish that fucking sentence,” Levi said. “You're staying with me. I'm not spending half of my life in a federal prison waiting room.”

At first, Erwin wanted to argue. He didn't like the way that Levi talked about waiting on him if he went to prison. Levi could easily find a new partner. He could find someone who wasn't a criminal. Someone who didn't even know how to use a computer beyond Facebook and Googling recipes. Levi could find someone that didn't sign up to work for a terrorist organization for five years. But he also knew that Levi wasn't like other people. Levi's entire world was in his mind and in a computer. He rarely ever let anyone close to him. Even though he had lived in a house with five other people, Levi didn't allow anyone to get intimately close with him besides Erwin. For the first few weeks after he moved in, he avoided Mike and Nanaba, Hange and Moblit, completely.

But Levi allowed Erwin to get close. He let Erwin touch him. He let Erwin see him angry. Levi eventually started sleeping in Erwin's room. Erwin had even seen Levi weep once. Levi slowly started wearing less clothes around Erwin, starting with his socks, then shirts, then pants, finally naked after months. And Erwin never asked. He never pushed. Levi led the pace, and Erwin matched it.

The first night they fucked couldn't have been called making love. But it was no less ethereal for Erwin. The image of Levi's body in low light, much dimmer than the light in the safe house, was burned into Erwin's brain. He thought of Levi that way every day. Levi let Erwin see and have everything.

And Erwin didn't want to give Levi away.

“You're my one,” Erwin said. There wasn't a beat of hesitation before Levi leaned in and pressed his lips to Erwin's. Erwin pressed back, pulling Levi closer to him. Levi broke the kiss, didn't lean back far and whispered against Erwin's mouth.

“You're my one.”

Erwin leaned forward and kissed him again, pushing his hands into Levi's hair, basking in the familiarity.

Erwin knew that he loved Levi the first time Levi offered to edit his bank hacking code to make it more random and harder to track. Erwin couldn't deny the swimming feeling in his head, the warmth in chest, the tingling in his cock as anything but love.

But he didn't know when Levi started loving him. Maybe Levi had loved the first time he had seen Erwin on a webcam, but it seemed too soon. It might have started when Levi saw what Erwin was doing and admired the work instead of turning him in to the authorities. For a while, Erwin thought it had started after they fucked the first time, but that seemed cliché, so unlike Levi. Erwin wished he knew when Levi started loving him. He guessed that Levi might not have known when it happened either.

Just before Erwin crossed the border to Mexico, Levi had kissed him and said: “You're my one.” Erwin knew what it meant the moment that Levi said it. So he repeated the phrase and kissed Levi one more time. The words meant more than love. They meant love and trust and loyalty. They were a commitment to hold onto each other through the crazy, illegal shit they did together as tightly as they could. An unspoken promise that Erwin would turn himself in if Levi ever got tired of running, and Levi be with him even if that meant a federal prison, as a civilian or an inmate, it didn't matter. Their crimes had created a tighter bond than any wedding band.

Even if they never said the words, Erwin knew that Levi loved him. Levi loved him enough to break his face.

#bottom erwin week 2017 #eruri #i was so fucking excited about this #i've wanted to write something like this for so long #thanks to bottom erwin week for giving me the inspiration #best enjoyed if you've heard the song renegade by styx

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downthatrabbitholewego · 8 years ago

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February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you'd like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell Teen And Up | 1,458w Derek's acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren't dating.

▶▶ An RA's Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband Teen And Up | 2,208w "Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you've locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in." "Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game." Derek seriously can't take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire General | 1,133w Stiles decides that, since they're the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine's Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,142w The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that. He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling Teen And Up | 4,756w Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That's how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he'll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series [1] That Stalky Thing by wangler Mature | 2,560w Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing. [2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler Explicit | 3,264w "Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old," Stiles says, lipping at Derek's mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog's Best Friend by otter General | 8,923w Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said "HALEHOUNDS" across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★ Teen And Up | 4,023w Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★ Mature | 20,525w "Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained. Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time."

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,762w In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

▶▶ How Awkward by stileshale N/A | 9,533w A shadow falls over him, and he blinks up to see Derek looking highly amused, pushing a stroller and shirtless. Ugh, Derek is one of those wholesome people that goes jogging on a Saturday morning. And, if that doesn’t make Stiles feel bad enough, he does it shirtless. And looks good. So good. Stiles swings round on his knees to look at the baby inside, trying not to hyperventilate. "Oh my god, you’re the cutest baby I've ever seen!" he declares, "And you were raised by wolves? You're not nearly as hairy as I would have imagined!"

▶▶ how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual General | 1,879w Laura tells him it's cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can't think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles' doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek's) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can't keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he's feeling, and he can't keep hoping like this. He'll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

▶▶ I Spy a Reunion by 42hrb Teen And Up | 1,088w In high school Stiles wanted a job he could brag about, too bad he can't brag about his job now.

▶▶ I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 4,085w After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

▶▶ Illuminated by ZainClaw Teen And Up | 5,013w "Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me."

▶▶ Like Immortality by Idday ★ Teen And Up | 4,815w Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.

▶▶ little spoon by bibliosexual ★ Teen And Up | 4,489w To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

▶▶ Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out by Lapin ★ Mature | 7,554w Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

▶▶ Mǣnōn by MyBeth Explicit | 9,237w Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it.

▶▶ meat cute by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 1,046w u should give it to ur werewolf ;) Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn't really count. He buys the steak anyways.

▶▶ No Refills by scottmcniceass Teen And Up | 6,765w Stiles spends almost every night at Winston Diner. They have the best coffee he's ever tasted, and free wifi. Of course, the only waiter ever on staff after eleven, Derek, was a piece of work. But maybe, underneath that chilly personality, Derek was the kind of person who Stiles didn't mind spending every night with, after all.

▶▶ No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf Mature | 18,916w Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

▶▶ Nonsexual Favors by sterekseason N/A | 846w Prompt: "I need a favor, and not the sexual kind."

▶▶ Not Quite A Siren, But Something Like That by lapsus_calami General | 2,891w There's a sea creature stealing all of Derek's stuff. For some reason he finds that more endearing than annoying.

▶▶ Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk Teen And Up | 6,810w "Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?" Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, "Fine. One date."

▶▶ One life stand by Vendelin ★ Explicit | 84,278w Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale. All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up. Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

▶▶ Orchard Lane Series [1] A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez Teen And Up | 7,533w Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever. [2] Welcoming Committee by Trelkez Teen And Up | 2,625w "I miss the days when I thought Derek was the strangest person on this block," Stiles says.

▶▶ Peeping Stiles by literaryoblivion Mature | 16,550w Stiles finds himself outside Derek's house because he just can't seem to stay away.

▶▶ quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart Teen And Up | 2,445w Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

▶▶ Taking Care by LoveActually_rps Explicit | 3,413w Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.

▶▶ the blazing bombardier by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,599w Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

▶▶ the roommate by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,826w Stiles' mysterious new roommate shows up right as Stiles and Scott are sliding their second tray of ginger snaps out of the oven. Stiles thought it’d be a nice way to welcome him, break the ice a little, all that. He’s also planning to make some sugar cookies in case D. Hale has less adventurous tastes. Never let it be said that Stiles Stilinski doesn’t plan ahead.

▶▶ To Be Worthy Of Hope by alocalband ★ Teen And Up | 7,482w "If you can't say the words, you're not mature enough to know what they mean," Scott tells him. Stiles throws a french fry at him. (In which Derek is secretly pining, Stiles is oblivious to both Derek’s feelings as well as his own, and any personal growth that happens in the mean time is completely reluctant.)

▶▶ We All Fall by cobrilee N/A | 815w Derek has a thing for Stiles' bed. Stiles doesn’t question it.

▶▶ We're Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 Mature | 6,031w Derek's roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up. And he's taken up both sides of the room.

▶▶ Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf ★ Explicit | 27,227w Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn't like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

▶▶ You've got me slippin' and a slidin' by ElisAttack General | 3,683w Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by bibliosexxual Mature | 4,220w Prompt: Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate...). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by nogitsunelichen N/A | 696w Prompt: "I thought it was a one-night stand... but now we're married..."

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by sterekseason N/A | 377w Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He's happy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by villainny N/A | 678w Prompt: Derek is a deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

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forceyourway · 7 years ago

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Tree of Life Shadow Work Challenge

Day Four: “What element of the mother archetype might I benefit from taking into consideration?”

(Using Loki’s tarot deck, “The Raven’s Prophecy Tarot”)

Four of Wands - Rest. Being around my mother is exhausting, because she’s such an incredibly selfish and antagonistic person that you’re pretty much always forced to either defend yourself, or the poor soul she’s unloading on. I wish our relationship didn’t suck. Family’s important to me, so I’m always kind of reaching for whatever I can get. Usually, it goes poorly. I’ve only just started to tentatively poke a this, after a few years of just staying away from her. Thinking about whether or not engaging with her is worth it, whether it does more good for me than harm, even if she seems to have grown a heart lately. She still has a bad case of “empathy, what empathy,” but now she’s hanging around church people and going to church all the time, so some of their positive traits are rubbing off on her. She hates kids, but apparently she and her husband go play with low-income children with the church people every Wednesday, in spite of that. She seems to be swearing less, which makes her come off a bit less volatile? I dunno, the last few times I saw her, she didn’t insult me once (though she still has pretty much every -ist going for her, don’t get me wrong). It’s real weird. I’m kind of expecting it to wear off.

Mother - Needs, Trust, Love

Consider your mother (or other persons who served as a mother figure). What is your relationship with her like– what was it like growing up? Take note of any striking memories. How do you see her? In what ways do those qualities reflect in your life? Do you experience any resistance to your mother? Think about the things you don’t like about her, then ask yourself how you might demonstrate those qualities yourself. Consider the things you do like about her and what lengths you might go to to cultivate those qualities in yourself.

My relationship with my mother is, and was, strained. I have no good memories of/with her. When I was young, I used to pretend she wasn’t my real mom; I wrote a sort of mental Cinderella story for myself where she was the wicked stepmother.

I already mentioned that she wanted me to be someone else, by trying to dress me up as she liked, and by comparing me with other children in a mocking way. She was quite irresponsible, carelessly spending money that was mostly my father’s. If she was between jobs, it was entirely my father’s; that was a major point of tension between them. She liked to go out to eat and buy new things, and we ate a lot of steak.

She was frequently late when picking me up from school, sometimes 15 minutes late, or so late that I just walked home. This was always without apology. One day, I had a job interview, but for some reason, she needed to use my car. I told her about the job interview well ahead of time, but she still rolled in late. I was late for the interview, and needless to say, my interviewer was not pleased with that. I think she pretty much decided she wasn’t going to hire me, and only did the interview as a formality. Again, there was no apology - or any sort of acknowledgment - for this.

She used God as her trump card, despite not going to church the vast majority of the year. I think that telling me that I was going to burn in hell was her way of reassuring herself that she did nothing wrong. I had a lot of nightmares about that as a child, and they became recurring dreams that followed me even into adulthood.

In high school, her relationship with my dad deteriorated to the point that they were both locked in a never-ending screaming match. All day, every day, and increasingly vicious. Eventually, she just became this sobbing mess. I can picture her sitting alone at the dining table crying. She started slacking on cooking, too, which only pissed him off more.

I remember her kicking me in the ribs/stomach area once. I was on the floor in my bedroom, not sure why, and I suppose I did something to displease her. So she kicked at me, but very lightly, and clumsily, and immediately fled. There were a few other incidents like this, where she took a shot at me, but they were always equally clumsy, and she always fled. She knew that she was doing something wrong, then. I think she left so fast that she wouldn’t have to see my reaction, so she’d have the “positive” of hurting me without having to acknowledge that she did. She kicked the cat a few times like this, too, just cause. Not like he was doing anything.

I remember that when my sister was in middle school, she tried cutting herself (on the arms), and my mother was screaming at her about how she did it the wrong way, and basically she can’t even kill herself right. I was so pissed that I flew up the stairs and kicked the wall across from them. I made a hole where my heel hit. My mom then pretended that my dad made that hole, as evidence of his terribleness, and would keep referring to it as such. I corrected her every time.

After high school, I went to college in Canada to study Early Childhood Education. My then-boyfriend was from there. Originally, my plan was to go home and work for the Summer, then fly back before classes started; at the time, I didn’t have a work visa, so I couldn’t just work there. I think I lasted about two weeks with my dad before I ended up hospitalized for suicidal ideation. I was complaining to my then-boyfriend, and mentioned something or other about how I’d be better dead, something like that, and he called 911 on me. From Canada. I wasn’t hurting myself or anything, he just got scared. I was there for about a week before they released me. My mother’s reaction to this, I think she was texting me and I was home alone, and I didn’t respond fast enough?? so she drove over (obviously I was dead, or something), and started screaming at me about how she was going to have me committed again. She ended up backing me into a corner in my room, screaming at me, and I got around her and made to just straight up drive away. She got pissed that I was trying to leave, and was like, “No, I’M leaving!” and stormed off. I ended up driving straight to PA to hang out with my extended family for some time after this. Afterward, she threatened to call 911 on me many a time, pretty much any time I did anything that she didn’t like.

Negative Qualities

Superficial - Is very concerned with appearances, and having stuff. Literally any time I am around her, god forbid I have acne or some other visible flaw. She’ll start talking about it really loudly, and pretty much as soon as she sees me, god, don’t you ever wash your face?! She’ll do this to other people, too. It’s even worse if I’m out with her in public, where she’ll start loudly sportscasting whatever thing about me she didn’t like at the moment. Once I wore a pair of pajama pants to CVS. This was back when pajama pants were like fashionable all the time. No one knew they were pajama pants, but she made sure to change that. I think she does this to boost her own self-esteem and keep everyone judging us so they don’t judge her. And it paints a convenient picture of her as the poor, concerned parent who is just wants what’s best for their child, or something. & Me - I’m very much an aesthetic person; I like things to be beautiful. I get irritated when stuff doesn’t look how I want it to, and keep trying to express myself by surrounding myself with things. I see everyone else’s homes and rooms and all that, and they’re beautiful and reflect those who live there. Mine aren’t, so I feel inadequate, but I’m broke and don’t have much space of my own, so there’s pretty much nothing I can do about it. And I think everyone has more stuff than me (they do, but that’s not the point). I’m not real big on retail therapy, but if I’m really, really down, my instant pick-me-up always involves buying something; ice cream, or a new game, or something. I’m very, very particular about what I wear, too.

Self-centered - The world revolves around her. She relates to people in a “what can they do for me” sense, and assumes everyone is working against her. She has like no empathy whatsoever, unless she is feeling sorry for herself. Then the tears come. When I was a child, she would often assume my sister and I were verbally assaulting her when, in fact, we were not. “Hi, Mom” sounds like “Die, Mom” to her, and then comes the tears and self-pitying. She had a thing where every time I was on the phone, she’d start screaming at me about something. “Why didn’t you put your laundry in the dryer” or some kind of random bullshit. Anything she could think of. And when I started yelling back at her about how I was on the phone and she knew it, she’d go off about how badly I treat people, and that poor, poor person on the phone. & Me - I’m used to everyone being out to get me, so I’m quick to assume everyone’s out to get me. And usually, they are, but striking first just to strike first expedites conflict.

Dishonest and Immature - Literally makes up her own stories to fill in the blanks of things, and then immediately convinces herself they’re true. And then does that sportscasting thing mentioned above with them. & Me - A poor memory and passion about why a terrible thing is terrible makes resisting the temptation to embellish a thing. It’s really the memory that does this, but I feel like that’s a convenient excuse. “Well, I have memory issues, so-” yeah but just say you don’t remember. This ties in with “I don’t have a great outlet to vent my emotions so I’ll jump at the opportunity to talk shit about someone I don’t like.” Also, I tend to deflect and avoid direct confrontation in general, as a way to protect myself. I’m not real great at expressing annoyance/anger in the moment without, like, pouting.

Irresponsible and Entitled - When her accounting position required her to take online courses in pursuit of a degree, she kept asking me and my sister to do her homework for her, and threw a fit when we refused. I remember one weekend, we went to a lake, I think? and when we came back, she was whining about having to do homework, and, god, what’s wrong with these people? Don’t they have lives? & Me - I’m sure I have at some point blamed outside factors for a thing that was, in fact, my fault, but I’m really on top of this. I’m too self-aware to say I failed a test because the professor is a jerk when I didn’t study, y’know?

Positive Qualities

Cooking - She’s not so bad a cook. I like her food, generally, and she does try to make different things. Maybe there’s some hope for me after all. :’D

Fun-loving - When she took my sister and I to live in PA, we did a lot of fun things. We were going out all the time to play mini-golf, or go ice skating, or something. She seemed to think we’d get bored otherwise. Interestingly, I have no memories of her actually being there for any of this. I mean, she must have, but the total lack of memories I have from it is pretty telling. Actually engaging with us was not a concern of hers.

...and that’s all I’ve got.

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