#Sitting kept wanting to auto correct to shitting

[gaylight-prairie]

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I'm just sitting here

[ladylooch]

Hiii I don’t know if you're taking requests but I thought it was funny, you went to the end-of-season party on the rooftop with Nico, and you’re doing you mingling when suddenly you’re being hit on by Trevor, who has been watching you all night and Jack and the other guys have kept the information that you were with Nico a secret to Trevor for their entertainment. So Nico who was doing his own thing suddenly sees Zegras's pursuit and at first he was just amused and then he thought it was enough of the flirting.

Thanksss you can do whatever you like with that, I just don’t see Nico as an overbearingly jealous person but I also see Trevor as a pushy flirt 😂😂

A/N: Trevor Zebras (HAHAHA AUTO CORRECT! I'M LEAVING IT!) only has game because he is in the NHL. Convinced of it. I agree though. I don't see Nico as a very jealous person. He's confident in what he has to offer and knows he's a good boyfriend/lover 😏

Word Count: 569

Warnings: Swearing, Insinuated smut

“Damn, I didn’t realize NASA had a space station around here. You’re an absolute rocket.”

Your mouth goes slightly slack at the sight of Trevor Zegras, curls flaring about, button down open to expose his rigid muscles, strutting towards you. 

“I’m Trevor. Tell me you’re here alone.”

You go to answer but he cuts you off, throwing an arm around your shoulder. He pulls, causing you to stumble a bit into his body.

“Actually don’t. Because you’ll be leaving here with me anyway.”

“Uh…” you sputter, completely taken aback by the aggressive, pushy flirting. You know who this friend came here with. Your eyes wander over the the rest of the Devils, locking with Jack Hughes who’s shit-eating grin couldn’t be bigger. He brings a finger to his lips, signaling for you to play along. You glance to your boyfriend, Nico, next to him, who shrugs, confident in your relationship. I guess this is what you get for being independent and mingling away from the group.

“Will I?” You question, tilting your face back to Trevor

“I play hockey.” He shrugs like that should explain it all. You let out an excited, faux gasp.

“Wow. Are you in like.. juniors or something?”

“Nah, the show.” His cocky grin gets wider. “Ya know, the NHL.” He elongates the letters for emphasis. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses tilting your head to get another glimpse of Nico. He still sits on his chair at the bar, beer placed between his thighs on his stool as we watches you two with amused brown eyes. His lips slide into a smile when he sees your cocked eyebrow.

He’s so unbothered.

And if you’re honest, it’s a bit annoying. He needs to get a little more uncomfortable when another athlete has their arm around your shoulder. 

You step a bit closer, going onto your tip toes to whisper in Trevor’s ear.

“You gonna show me what you can do off the ice, superstar?” You reach up, lacing your fingers with his still hanging off your right shoulder. You can hear the scrape of Nico’s chair from across the rooftop.

Sucker.

“Your place or mine? Honestly, your hair would look great wrapped in my sheets.”

“How about my boyfriend’s? His sheets look the best on me.” You murmur close enough to his cheek that your lips just barely nudged the hair of his sideburns.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“Alright. That’s enough.” Nico announces next to you.

“Baby!” You squeal, stepping away from Trevor and wrapping your arms around Nico’s waist. “We were just talking about you! Trevor wants to see my hair against his sheets. I told him yours were probably a better compliment.”

“Fuck.” Trevor says, backing away. “Hisch.. I didn’t know. Jack said-”

“I said nothing, bud. But you definitely said ‘pucks ain’t the only thing getting in deep tonight’ before you walked over here.”

Trevor goes white.

“You wanna run now or…?” Nico asks, swirling his fingers in the air like a little tornado. You purse your lips, burying your face into his pec.

“Nico.” You murmur, lips brushing against the fabric of his t-shirt. He threads his hand into the back pocket of your shorts, pressing you deeper into him. Trevor backs up further, hands up in the air, having no idea that Nico has no interest in actually fighting him.

He’s already the winner in this one anyway.

Part 2 here.

[koskela-knights]

Again and Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52607677

Companion piece to Again and this time Ilmo experiences some déjà vu.

Drabble below as well

The night seemed to be endless. It just kept fucking going and going. And yet at the same time it felt like the world had frozen in time. After Jaakko’s body had hit the ground it was over. Ilmo could only watch in terror, like watching a train crash he couldn’t stop. As soon as the cell doors were opened, he had ran over to the adjacent cell and crashed down at his brother’s lifeless body. He bent over, cradled Jaakko and cried and cried and cried until his face was no longer wet with tears nor blood. On auto-pilot, he had covered his brother’s face. In his hands now, Jaakko’s beanie. The one he had gifted him many years ago. The one, Jaakko was inseparable from since then. Ilmo’s fingers fidgeted with the soft fabric, a nail got stuck in a thread of wool. He cursed God, he cursed the writer, he cursed himself. The world, now blackened forever. More sobs came out of the surviving Koskela brother. Ilmo held the beanie to his face, letting fresh tears flow into the material. He squeezed his eyes shut and wondered if maybe that would make everything alright. For a brief moment, he wondered if he could hear Jaakko call out for him or if he was already losing it.

A firm hand on his shoulder, jolts him awake. Ilmo blinks with his eyes and has to adjust to the sudden brightness of the scenery.  “Earth to Ilmo. Hello, earth to Ilmo?!” A familiar voice is calling his name. Ilmo’s eyes widen when he sees Jaakko stand in front of him. In the flesh, alive. There’s a lump in Ilmo’s throat. He can’t speak. If he does, he might spill the painful truth to a seemingly blissfully unaware Jaakko. Jaakko. He bites his lower lip until he tastes iron. His older brother is giving him a puzzled, even frustrated look. “Ilmo? What’s gotten into you?” Before Jaakko can see the tears form in his eyes, Ilmo bridges the distance between them and hugs him. Tightly. Not letting go. Never letting go again.

 “Ilmo?” Jaakko repeats in a softer tone.

The younger brother gets his fists full of the leather jacket that’s now totally fine. Not splattered in blood at al. Not worn by that monster. Was it all just a dream? “I’m just… glad you’re alive,” Ilmo manages to say under a shaky breath. He can feel Jaakko chuckle by the way his shoulders shake.

 “Eh…Yes I am?” Jaakko slowly pushes Ilmo off of him and makes him look into his eyes. They’re full of life and innocence. Ilmo throws a look at the calendar that’s pinned to their fridge. It’s no longer September the 14th. In fact, it’s a day earlier. The unlucky number burns into the younger Koskela’s brain like a whiplash. The interrogation, the storming of the lodge, trying to capture and kill the writer and then… Oh god, no. No, no, no, no, no.Ilmo takes a few steps back. His head is spinning. He’s nauseous. He wants to throw up but his stomach is empty. He barely registered his brother sitting him down. “You’re not looking well. Maybe you should rest today.” As if they’re in two different dimensions, Ilmo glares at Jaakko. “I can go to Coffee World on my own.”

 “No!” Ilmo exclaims, jumping back up. “No, I mean… I’ll go with you. I’m fine.” He’s lying. He’s clearly not fine. Jaakko had been brutally murdered just minutes ago or so it had felt. And now they’re back at the beginning of the day. Ilmo readjusts his cap, takes a deep breath and exhales. He nods, convincing himself: “I’ll go with you, brother. But can you please promise me something?”

 “What?” Jaakko remains confused.

“Please, whatever might happen today, don’t shit talk anybody. Okay?”

 “Okaay??” Jaakko hesitatingly replies.

Ilmo throws him a weak smile of fragile relief before heading out to Watery. If Ilmo’s suspicions are correct, then in a few hours they’ll be interrogated by the feds.

[bylightofdawn]

Okay it's WIP Sunday again. This scene I technically wrote last night at like 1 am so it was TECHNICALLY Sunday. I really have only written like 1,300 words today and am smack dab in the middle of a JasPlo scene which sadly is not complete enough to make sense. So you get a special treat. A very important conversation between Jango and Mij where Jango admits perhaps for the first time out loud that he doesn't really WANT to be Mand'alor but doesn't want to disappoint Jaster by telling him that.

I'm constantly battling with myself when it comes to writing Jango who definitely feels way more mature for a 14/15-year-old like we see in Open Seasons. But that's just Mando (I don't know if tumblr auto-correct that but it was originally Mango culture and I am ded) culture and he would technically be considered an 'adult' by their standards. Even if I do think he's still a teenager and his brain isn't fully developed and would prolly still struggle with typical teenage things like fear of disappointing his parents and the like. So I try and write him like he's mature but also a kid still in some ways if that makes sense? Blah blah, rough draft and will need to be edited at a later date warning as always.

I also love that Mij has accidentally become the agony aunt of the Mereel/Fett household. I mean, doctors often act as the first step into a patient's mental health journey but gods love him. I don't think Mandalorians and mental health care are on very strong terms. They don't strike me as bastions of mental health awareness in a lot of ways. Pfffft. Long story short, he does not get paid enough for this shit.

The doctor moved to sit down on the other end of the couch. “You’ll have plenty of time before you have to worry about him needing to really consider who all he wants to take up the title of Mand’alor. Don’t listen to the osik people like Montross say.” 

He carefully chose his words when he said that but Jango still shot him a wary, suspicious look. 

“I’m not worried about that.”

“Jango? You’re a bright kid and you’re definitely more mature than a lot of people your age so I’m going to do you the courtesy of treating you like you’re an adult. Do me to courtesy of not treating me like I’m a blind idiot, okay? It’s completely normal that you’d be anxious about that. It’s a lot of responsibility and pressure to put on anyone’s shoulders. Especially a teenager. Which is why Jaster is trying so damned hard to not make you feel pressured to make that choice if you don’t want it.” 

“I don’t...think I do want it is the thing. I like being a soldier, but I don’t think I want to be the Mand’alor.” Jango couldn’t explain why exactly those words flew out of his mouth. Why he’d suddenly uttered something he’d been clinging to tightly like some kind of shameful secret to Mij Gilamar of all people.

Maybe because he didn’t have that same emotional connection to the man? Maybe because he did come across as somewhat easier to talk to than Jaster when it came to this? Or maybe it simply burst out of him like a boil that desperately needed to be lanced. Because if he kept it inside of himself for another day, he might go crazy. 

To his credit, the doctor didn’t look triumphant or exultant that Jango had confided in him. If anything, the older man’s steady gray eyes looked understanding and maybe a little sympathetic. As if Jango had simply confirmed something he’d already known. 

“I don’t think most people would choose to be either if I’m being honest. It’s a lot of hard work and a pretty thankless job in a lot of ways.” 

“Exactly. Have you seen the way they treat Jaster at times? I just want to–I want to punch Kyr Ordo in the face sometimes. So yeah, I think I’d be a terrible Mand’alor”

“Then tell that to Jaster, he’s not going to judge you or place some kind of guilt trip on your shoulders.”

“I don’t want to disappoint him,” Jango admitted quietly. 

“I don’t think it is possible you can disappoint him. You would really have to kark up for that to happen. Short of you murdering a whole host of people or doing some serious war crimes, I don’t think you need to worry about that. And even then, he’d probably try and stand by you because that’s who he is.” Mij snorted softly. “He will however probably internalize all kinds of guilt and act like a real di’kut if he thinks you did something you don’t want just to try and please him.” 

“Yeah, that sounds like the kind of stupid thing he’d do.” The teenager agreed with a wan smile. 

“The most brilliant idiot I know.” The doctor agreed with a matching smile. 

“Oh, I like that, I’m going to have to remember that one.”

“Sure, take all my best material. I might have to start charging you.” Mij teased. “Look, real talk? I admire the hell out of Jaster. We all do which is why we’re half a damned galaxy away from home and our loved ones trying to make this crazy dream of his happen. I would literally not be here if he had not personally asked me to come. Because I’d much rather be back home right now with my lovely wife, you know? But I know if I’d told him no way, he wouldn’t have held it against me, wouldn’t have done anything but thank me for my time and it would have never been brought up again.”

“Yeah, what’s that got to do with this?” 

“It means, if he’s not going to hold something like that against me, someone who has only known him for a few years and isn’t even remotely family then you definitely don’t have to worry about him holding it against you.”

“It’s a bit bigger than just asking you to come with us on some mad jaunt to Coruscant.” 

“Is it, though? Isn’t he asking you if you want the job and you can decide if you do or don’t want it? Talk to him and tell him. The quicker you get it off your chest, the better you’re going to feel about it and the quicker he can start trying to cast about and find someone crazy enough to want to take on the gig.” 

“Yeah but what if he asks someone like <I>Montross</I>. He hasn’t exactly been subtle in his hinting he’d take it up in a heartbeat.”

“I don’t think there’s enough traumatic brain injury Jaster could suffer where he would think that was a good idea. I mean, maybe once upon a time when Montross wasn’t such a chakaar. Supposedly, back in the day, he wasn’t this much of a bastard but these days, I don’t think he’s exactly winning the hearts and minds of most folks. Maybe the more stubborn and hidebound types but I’d like to think that breed is dying out. Usually, because they literally are too stupid to live to old age.” 

“Two words: Kyr Ordo. He’s not going to do anyone a favor and die anytime soon I’m sure.”

“Ordo is definitely stubborn and can definitely be hidebound but he’s more cagey than I think you give him credit for. He sees which way the wind is blowing and I think he’ll probably surprise you. There’s no way you get to be the leader of that clan without knowing how to spot a serpent in the grass. I think if Montross pushes things too far, he might find himself in for a surprise in how few people would be willing to follow him.” 

Jango frowned as he pondered Mij’s words and every way he looked at it, there was a lot of common sense in the older man’s statements.  “I don’t know if Jaster can see it though. I think he’s got a huge blindspot when it comes to Montross.”

“That’s what happens when you serve with someone as long as those two have. You’ll just have to be there to watch his back. I don’t think Montross is going to try and stick a knife in it, but who really knows what’s going on in someone’s head? Who knows, maybe if he thinks he doesn’t have to compete with you for competition, he’ll calm down now.”

“Maybe.” He didn’t even bother trying to disguise his doubt about that. 

“All you can do is watch his back like you’ve been doing. And once you two talk and Jaster knows where you stand, you can help him try and find the ideal candidate.”

“And what if someone tries to challenge him for that spot? What if Montross decides instead of sticking a knife in Jaster’s back, he wants to try and take the title of Mand’alor by force?”

“What if an asteroid crashes down on Jaster’s head tomorrow? Or he chokes on a warra nut? You can’t twist yourself up into knots over what-if scenarios. If someone gets it into their head they want to challenge Jaster for Mand’alor then it’ll play out how it plays out. I know Jaster has said in the past if someone really did want to push for the proverbial crown and he thought that person could do a better job than him then he wouldn’t even fight for it. Hell, he’d probably welcome it at this point.”

“Give him all the time in the world to work on his pet projects, yes I’ve heard that line before. More like he’d have all the time in the world to drive us all crazy. Do you think the True Mandalorians would follow this new Mand’alor or do you think they’d follow him?”

“Kark me, now you’re really asking the hard ones, aren’t you? I don’t know, kid. He was a True Mandalorian before he became Mand’alor, right? I suspect, if we’re talking hypothetical scenarios here, some would follow him no matter what. There’s no way someone like Myles would ever serve anyone else. Same for most of the old-timers. Where it would get interesting might be with some of the new blood.  Some of them grew up True Mandalorians but others like me? Vau? The ones who joined up later in life and maybe don’t have the same ties? I dunno. Me personally? I’d stick with Jaster because I know what kind of leader he is. And because there’s no way I would be able to convince Tani to join some other group. I guess we’ll have to see how things play out.”

“Yeah, I guess we’ll have to wait and see.” Jango didn’t sound very happy about that. 

“I think that’s also a thing you should consider talking with Jaster about as well. Now, come on. You need your rest and I need to go check in on Jaster because I’m laying pretty even odds on him getting distracted or roped into someone’s osik and I’ll have to drag him to bed by his ear kicking and screaming.” 

“A non-compliant patient? In this household?” 

“Wayii! You’re one to talk, young man. Get before I start snatching ears.” Mij mock threatened and made a claw-like pantomime movement like he was going to reach for Jango’s ear. 

The teenager sprang to his feet with a laugh and fell into a play-fighting pose. “Try me, old man.” 

“The disrespect, I swear. Get out of here and go lay down so I can use your compliance as blackmail material for your father. If you’re cooperating then I can remind him his kid is a better patient than he is and it’ll make my life all the easier. I might actually get some peace and quiet for once.”

“I don’t think you’d know what to do with it if you got it, Mij.”

The medic grimaced at that. “Out of the mouths of babes as the saying goes.” Mij snorted and climbed to his feet as well. 

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, Mij? Thanks, for the talk. And uh...keep what we talked about under your bucket for a while? Until I can actually talk to Jaster?”

“Of course, kid. My lips are sealed.” Mij clapped Jango on the shoulder as he left. 

[ash-mars207]

~~MONKEYS TESTIES~~

((18+ smut))

jschlatts monkey balls statue x male reader. yeah. this was written as a joke but i spent way to much time on it so..

(dont show this to schlatt)

If you have any ideas to add or spelling corrections please comments. I genuinely can not spell for the life of me.

warnings: contains smut, gun play, cussing, mlmonkey, it’s literally monkey statue x reader. the title itself if a warning.

i did refere to jschlatt as ‘Jay’ because nicknames n shit. (it’s annoying to type out jschlatt everytime.) so if someone knows hes uncomfortable with it please tell me and ill fix it.

some backround: you and schlatt have been friends since before lunch club. like fresh out of highschool friends. you both went to college and when he was getting good money from twitch you tried it out. starting as his editor (you still do some of the editing). you both hit it off and both dropped out to make videos. so your a guest on OTKs new video with schlatt when he finally shows monkey.

Word count: 3238

((I had to turn on my auto caps for this. At least pretend to like it.))

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Y/NS POV:

He was serious.. Schlatt was genuinely serious. When he told me he was gonna buy the monkey statue i thought he was kidding. I should have known. It is Schlatt after all.

“Hes a beaut aint he.”

“Schlatt what the hell. Your in debt and this is what you buy??”

“Eh. If harvard really wanted my money they would have sued me by now.”

“Thats not a good thing-“

“Anyways! We have a video to record so say your goodbyes to dick dong.”

“You fucking named it??”

As Schlatt walks out and to the office you take one last look at the ape. He looks like hes looking at you. And for some weird reason your just attracted to those big carved bronze eyes.

“Uh.. Bye monkey..”

The video was going pretty good. We had a bunch of fun little bits. Schlatt kept bringing up the damn monkey. The fucking monkey and his big golden balls. I wonder how nice it would feel to sit on them- YN WTF. NO. ITS A STATUE.

“Y/N!!!”

“Huh? What. What did i miss.”

“You good kid? You spaced out there. Should probably stop drinking the fireball.”

Of course i take another shot because fuck him (jokingly (we stan j man here)) and i can not let myself think these thoughts sober.

“Yeah yeah im fine.” Im not. “Just spacin out. Im good. What were we talking about?”

“Dick dong-“

“NOT THE FUCKING MONKEY- SCHLATT DONT- SIT YOUR ASS BACK DOWN- and hes gone.”

As im waiting for him to come back from god knows where i scroll on my phone while talking to camera man, whos name i forgot but feel to bad to ask, about what ever. And of course we both stop as we hear wheels rolling towards the room- he has the monkey..

“GUYS I GOT KING DICK DONG.”

Please let this video be over soon.

*small time skip*

For the rest of the video we talk about other things, keep coming back to the monkey, the gun gets into the bit, we wrestle or some shit idk. The camera man name is apparently Jermey had to go out and fix one of the cameras battery or something. But every once in a while i keep looking at that damned monkey.. I mean look at it. Its nice craft mens ship (i cant spell). As an artist myself, its nice. The bronze is so detailed and the gold is so. So shiny. Its nice to look at. Does Schlatt polish them? I would. They look soft.

“Y/n. Dude you sure your alright?”

“OH! Yeah im fine. Just a bit out of it. Ill be fine.”

“Hm.. Im gonna go get you some meds alright? Just stay here.”

Great. What i need right now is to be left alone in an office that i dont know.. whatever.

As im playing on my phone i hear metal moving around. And.. is that pink smoke??? What the hell did jschlatt put in that liquor.

“I see you looking at me. I know you want me yn.”

As i turn to look at where the voice is coming from schlatt walks in with the meds.

“This should hold you over for a while. God you got even whiter/paler while i was out. What did the pope come to life or something??”

“Uh.. no. No im good. Just a headache.” I have to force myself to look at schlatt and to stop looking around. What the hells gotten into me.

“Then lets get this shit over with.”

While recording the rest of the video i cant help but feel a pair of eyes on me the whole time. I try to ignore it while we finish the video. Once we finished we just chilled for a bit and talked about new video ideas and when we should hang out, with out the cameras. You know. Bro shit.

“Well i gotta get back to Jambo. Probably eatting more fucking magnets. Little shits gonna run me broke.” As schlatt stands up and walks towards the door he stops and turns to look at me. “You comin with?”

“In a bit. Im gonna start working on editing. I’ll meat you back at the house for dinner.”

“Alright. Don’t stay to long.”

As he walks out i turn to work on the computer. Putting my earbuds in i keep one out just in case. After about an hour or two i hear some type if metal being thrown around behind me an.. whos there.

THIRD PERSON POV:

While y/n was focusing on the computer, music blasting threw his earbuds, something was almost transforming behind him. He didnt notice it until he heard a bang coming from behind him. Being startled, he takes his earbuds out and turn to see a shadow of a freakishly large man in a cloud of pink smoke.

“Whos there!”

Y/n screams while jumping up for his own gun schlatt made him get for the bits. Aiming for the huge shadow.

“I see the way you look at me y/n. Thinking those dirty thought.”

The man speaks in a deep rock n roll voice. ‘Theres no way thats Jay. His voice isnt that deep.. Nor is he that. Big. Is this thing even human??’ Y/n asks himself while squinting to see the black figure.

“Who the fuck are you.”

“Wow. You really dont recognize me? You would thing you would know me after the hours of looking at me.”

‘What in the hell.’ As y/n cocks the gun the mysterious man leaps over the couch like nothing. Pushing the hand with the gun up, setting off a bullet in the process. Leaning in and kissing y/n.

Slowly yn loosens there grip on the gun while Dicky slides his hand up his wrist to take the gun out of the humans hand.

The shorter male pulls away to look at the taller male. (And i mean tall. Mans like 7 something. Your up to his chest and your like 6’3 cause i said so)

“Who.. who are you.”

While trying to connect the dots he spots the empty table that Schlatt rolled Dicky in on. Glancing down he sees that the balls do in fact glow a nice golden color. Dicky slowly smirking while watching yn connect the dots. Laughing a bit watching as the small man infront of him looks back up with his eyes widened.

“Dicky. How did you-“

“Dont worry about it. Just live those nasty fantasies of yours.”

Without skipping a second yn does what hes told and smashing his lips woth Dickys. Of course yn thought about how fucked this is. I mean its a monkey statue but. Human? Ish. He still has his tail and ears but damn.

As yns hands travel to lay on his soft, hairy chest Dickys hand grip his small hips tightly, leaving the other with the gun resting on his hip bone, making yn moan. Dicky takes this opportunity to shove his tongue into yns mouth. Exploring every single bit.

The bigger male pulled away letting them both breath, rubbing yns hips with his thumb.

“Fuck- you taste so fucking good darling.”

As Dicky murmured into yns ear, he starts kissing down his neck onto his collarbone. Yn started unraveling at the feeling, moving his hands up into Dickys hair. Slightly pulling every time he hit a sweet spot. Yn whimpers as the brunette pulled away to look into yns e/c eyes. “So beautiful.”

The beast reaches his hand to place on yns gentel skin. Yn leaning into the touch. Knowing how wrong this must be, yn cant help but feel so. Safe.

*click* “Now get on your knees for me darling.”

“What?”

Yn can feel the tip of the guns barrel press against his temple. And even though he should feel frightened, he still feels just as safe as he did before.

“Yes sir~”

Yn slowly gets on his knees while sliding his hands down Dicky causing him to grunt. Once yn is on his knees he looks up into the eyes of a lust struck mad man. Knowing what he needs to do next he waits for Dicky to demand it.

“Cmon sweetheart. You know what to do.”

“Do I?” Yn asks, trying to get his monkey lover riled up.

He grabs yns hair, pushing the gun into his temple even more. “Don't play with me brat.”

Yn knew he was in for it now. Slowly opening his mouth, he cups his hand on Dickys smooth glowing gold balls. Starting to message them while licking his tip. Dicky, with little to no patience, pushes his huge dick into yns mouth with a moan. Holding him there just for a moment before he lets go and let's yn take over. Almost.

Dicky still has the gun placed by his side facing the h/c man at his waist. Other hand sat on top of his head in case yn needed any more assistance. Slightly trusting into yns deep throat every now and then.

“God that feels perfect.”

Throwing his head back Dicky let out a moan. Yn started playing with his balls once again, speeding up. Before he could send Dicky over the edge, Dicky gripped his h/c pulling him off with a soft pop.

“Stand.” He demands. Yn listened of course.

Dicky starts kissing him once more with much more pasion while moving them over to the couch. Ripping off yns shirt, pushing him onto the couch only breaking contact for a moment. He reaches down to undo yns belt, button, and zipper. Palming him with only the cloth of his boxers in the way. “Ff- oh shit-“ yn became a moaning mess, Dicky moving to his chest/neck area. Playing with yns nipples, he rips off his pants leaving him in just his boxers. Looking back up to yn for consent to continue, yn nods, feeling his dick only get harder by the second.

“Shit- what if someone comes in-“

Before yn can voice his worries Dicky genuinely shoves the guns barrel into his mouth to keep him quiet.

“Then I guess you'll just have to be quiet.”

Dicky slowly inserting his finger into yn to prepare him, making let out small muffled moans. Seeing how easy the first finger slipped in, he added the second rather quickly.

Yn was falling apart underneath the bigger man. Nothing but clouds filled his mind untill he felt Dickys fingers being removed from him core, whining as he now felt empty.

“Quiet. Don't want anyone to hear you now do we.”

Yn nods as Dicky pounds his dick into yns entrance causing yn to let out a scream. Holding in that position to let yn adjust, he starts leaving little kisses over his neck. Removing the gun from yns mouth just to replace it with his lips. They stay there passionately kissing one another until Dicky starts moving his hips ever so slightly.

“Mmh.” Yn moans into the kiss throwing his arms around the bronze colored man, slightly digging his nails into his shoulders.

“Faster. Please.” He whispers into the kiss. Dicky pulls away to look into his e/c eyes.

“Wanna say that again darlin?”

“please dicky. Please just fuck me.”

As if on cue, Dicky starts slamming into his smaller lover. Yn starts almost screaming, clawing down Dickys large back, holding back screams as much as he can.

“FUCK RIGHT THERE!”

He howls right when Dicky finds his prostate. Abusing it to its fullest.

“Im- m close.” Yn manages to get out between moans. He lets go of Dicky with one arm to cover his mouth in an attempt to muffle his orgasm. Dicky, who already placed the gun to the side, grabs yns thin/thick wrists and holds them both above his head.

“I wanna hear those beautiful sounds baby.”

After a few more thrusts yn lets loose and cums over both his and Dickys chiseled stomach. Dicky continues chasing his own orgasm. Releasing inside of yn.

They both sit there catching there breaths before Dicky pulls away to look at his work,

“What a work of art.”

Yn chuckles, “Says you.”

As yn starts to get up to clean up the monkey man grabs his hips, placing him on his lap.

“Where not done here beautiful.”

“Dicky, I need to get home. Schlatts gonna start to worry.”

“He can wait. He's had you all day. It's my turn to play with you.” Dicky nibbles on yns neck once more. Yn places his hands on Dickys broad shoulders. Leaning his head back, letting out a soft moan. “One more round. Then I gotta go.” He kisses Dickys temple.

“That's my boy~”

Dicky grabs at yns hips and slowly lines his entrance to his tip. Kissing his neck.

“Mh- no. No its my turn to control.” “Is that so?” Dicky, calling his bluff, pushes into him even more to shut him up. “You fUck-“

Yn grabs the hairy man's hair, tugging at it. Causing Dicky to scream out of pure shock. Dicky picks the gun back up, pointing it at yns temple.

“Wanna try that shit again?” He growls out, trying to gain his dominance back.

“I fuckin dare you.” Yn states, gripping tighter to his curly locks. He starts lifting himself off Dickys dick just to slam back down. Slowly thrusting and grinding on his dick.

“God that feels so good-“ Dicky whines out gripping the guns handle and yns thigh for support. Yn wraps his free arm around the beasts shoulder, hiding his face into the crook of his neck. With his other hand he slides it up into Dickys hair even more. Tugging everytime he hit the perfect spot. Dicky, chasing an orgams, starts bucking into yn abusing his prostate.

“Damn it- fuck right there~” yn lets out quite moans into Dickys ear driving him other the edge.

“Just like that baby~ dont change a thing. Fuck im close~” Dicky announces. Yn only being able to let out moans and soft screams. His head full of lust and maybe even love.

Dicky once again throws the gun to the side. Tosing his arms around yn holding him close, almost bruising his ribs. His thrusting picks up. Yn lets go off the bigger males hair and thrown his other arm around his neck, digging his nails into his shoulders. With just a few more aggressive thrusts they both release almost at the same time.

Dicky softens his hold on yn to let his ride out his high. Slowly coming to a stop with. They both look into eachothers eyes. Sharing a quick but pasonint kiss. Yn melts into his chest, both hands sliding down to his cum covers abdomen.

“You doin alright there darlin?” Dicky plays with yns hair while rubbing his back. Kissing his forehead.

“M alright.. just need a moment.”

And so they sat there for a few minutes before yns phone started to ring. “Fuckin-.”

Reaching over to answer the call “hello?”

“Yn buddy! Where you at? Its been like three hours man.”

“Shit. Sorry. Ive been workin on the video.” Yn look to Dicky with a small smile while the other male has a huge grin on his face.

“Damnz better be a good bideo then. You need to get home though. Its late and youve got that recording with swagger and them in the morning.”

“Oh yeah i forgot about that one. Yeah im on my way.”

“Oh and jambo ate your papers.”

“WHAT?!”

“BYE-“ He hangs up before he can even finish his own sentence. “What was that about?” Dicky asks lookin down at a pissed yn.

“Schlatt. His dumbass cat ate my work.”

“Damn. You gonna be alright??” Dicky looking worried.

“Yeah? It's just a paper or two. If anything the cats in more trouble then I am. It's not anything important anyway . I keep those away. I do have to get home though.”

“Do you have to??”

Dicky holds yn toghter to keep him from leaving.

“Dicky. If i stay hes gonna start askin questions. And hes annoying when he does so ive gotta go. Ill be back soon dont worry.” Yn kisses Dicky before he gets off and cleans off with the jacket he brought. Getting dresses in his pants and shirt, makin his way to the door.

“Ill see you tomorrow Dicky,” blowing a kiss twoards the ape man. Waving goodbye and closing the door behind him.

Dicky sighs slowly getting off the couch to go clean up. He fixes the room back up and walks to his place of the moving cart schlatt brought him in on. Taking a glance at the pope cutoutin the corner he turned to face away from the couch earlier that day.

“Don't look at me like that.”

WITH YN:

What.. what did.. am i high? No.

Monkey man was real. That was real. I know it was. My ass still fuckin hirts from it. But how in the hell did that- i mean he was a human.! What the hell was in that wiskey..

As I walk in to the door of me and jschlatts shared house seeing jschlatt on the groups playing with jambo.

“So.. how's your head?”

“Haven't gotten any complaints yet.”

“..what.”

“Uh. Good. I'm good. Just gonna relax.”

“Alright whore. I made food so that's in the fridge when you want it.” Bullshit.

“..what did you order?”

“. Chinese..”

I walk to the fridge opening the door to see the food still in the bag. Definitely homemade. Placing it in the microwave, I head over to flop on the couch. Jschlatt crawling onto the couch next to me, Jambo following right behind.

“Wanna watch a movie??” Jschlatt asks while grabin the remote and looking through netflix.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Nah.” Hearin the microwave i go grab it and sit back down. Jschlatts got some action movie on. Hitting his hand away when he tries to grab at my food.

“Fuck off. You already had your dinner.”

“Rude ass bitch.”

As he goes to grab a snack I can't help but to think back to Dicky and what we did. What the fuck am i going to do.

I wanna sincerely apologize- if you’ve read this far then uh.. theres a book two in process. And im sorry for your mental health. And just because i thought yall should know, i wrote moth of this in class so your welcome.

[spenciegoob]

Who Needs Luck?

A/N: hi! I solely wrote this because of my 3 recent visits to NY (no, I sadly did not meet mgg)... plus i’ve been going there my whole life.. this is becoming the longest authors note, but as i’m writing I just want to say the people who work at food trucks in nyc are the nicest people ever, ask them about their day (AND TIP OMG PLS)

Summary: Reader invites Spencer to go to New York City with her where he finally sees the beauty right in front of him.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff!

Content Warnings: reader can’t drive very well (I apologize if this is a callout post), slight road rage, language

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I never considered myself a lucky man. Life had proven time and time again that no matter how many four leaf clovers I set out to search for, how many pennies on the ground faced heads up I stumbled across, luck was never on my side. I’ve learned to live with it, accepted my fate as the world’s smartest punching bag long before I was even in college.

But then I met her, and as cheesy as it sounds, I didn’t need luck that morning.

The second I woke up, the universe seemed to have it out for me specifically. I swung my legs over my bed, and in my half asleep daze stepped on my glasses, successfully breaking them. Unable to see on my short trip to the bathroom, I stubbed my toe… twice. Once I finally finished my morning routine more methodically, I walked out of my apartment only to bump into a stranger, sending the coffee she was holding all the both of us.

I had tried to apologize so many times, cutting my words short when they didn’t feel right. I had gotten through a series of “I’m, uh, oh, I, you,” before her smile interrupted my thought process, leaving me awestruck instead.

“That’s okay, but you owe me a coffee now.” She giggled, actually giggled, even with the scorching liquid causing her shirt to stick to her body. “Maybe… together?”

I didn’t hesitate to agree, taking her up on the offer that weekend and never looking back. Even when a loud crash, followed by a quiet, harsh ‘shit’ woke me up in a startle, there was no regret. Maybe just a little concern for my girlfriend who now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, can be seen holding her knee on the floor of our bedroom.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered out, grabbing onto the dresser to stand straight again. Once she was on her feet, she came over to sit on the edge of our bed, immediately running her fingers through my hair. If I wasn’t so worried about her knee, I probably would’ve fell asleep again.

“Are you okay?” She giggled at my scratchy morning voice before nodding her head. It’s then I realized how the sun hasn’t even begun to rise, the room still pitchblack. “What are you doing up?”

“Getting ready to go to the city, sleepyhead,” she said as if it was the most obvious answer, but truthfully, it left me with more questions.

“At... 5 am?” I sat up, glancing at the alarm clock three times just to make sure I was reading it right. She may have always been a little strange, but usually at a reasonable hour.

At this, she stood up to continue getting ready for the very early morning. Now I notice why she fell, the piles of clothes leading to the closet had to have at least half of her outfits compiled together.

“Well, yeah. I want to get there before noon.” Even in my perplexed state, I rose from the bed and carefully tiptoed around haphazardly thrown clothes to reach her.

While wrapping my arms around her waist still hidden under my t-shirt, I questioned. “It’s right outside? You have 7 hours.”

She turned to look at me funny as if I wasn’t the one digging through clothes and waking up before dawn to walk literally 5 minutes to my desired location. My eyebrows must have subconsciously furrowed at one point, because she brought her hand up to stroke her thumb on my forehead. Immediately, I felt the tension melt, no longer caring to correct my confusion. She still did it anyway.

“Not DC, silly. New York!” I wish it were untrue, but my heart dropped at her words. She was leaving, going to a city I wasn’t familiar with beyond reading about, solving cases, and memorizing subway maps. Is this how she feels every time I board that jet?

“W-what? You’re just going to New York City?” I inwardly cringed at how desperate and sad I sounded, but I really didn’t want her to leave.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, turning back around to return digging in her closet.

“For how long?” Please change your mind. Please change your mind. Please change you-

Realizing that I was fully awake, she let out a boisterous laugh, allowing the way it bounced off our four little walls to return back to us. It was a sound most treasured. “I was hoping to get back around 9.”

“What?” I leaned back to look at her like she was absolutely preposterous. I mean, she was!

“Roadtrip!”

That’s how I found myself in the passenger seat of her car, no coffee in my hand because I wasn’t allowed until I have “a real cup of coffee.” Whatever the hell that means better happen soon, because as much as I loved watching the way she concentrates on the road in front of her, my eyes were starting to droop.

“It’s going to be another 4 hours. You can sleep, my love.” How she knew me so well, I will never be able to figure out, but I was out before we even made it across state borders.

That however, didn’t last very long. My girlfriend may be short and sweet, but behind the wheel? That’s a different story. The horn to her car is a very familiar sound when I’m jolted awake by a sudden stop.

“Really, asshole? Go!” She yelled, slamming her hand against the top of the steering wheel before looking over at me. “Hey, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to wake you yet. I forgot how awful drivers are here.”

“Where is here exactly?” I questioned, sitting up from my slouched position to find cars practically on top of each other on a road not wide enough for two lanes.

“New Jersey. We’re 10 minutes away.” Wow, I didn’t realize I slept for that long, and I have to admit I’m a little surprised I wasn’t woken up sooner.

“How are we 10 minutes away? It’s at least another 30 to get to the tunnel.” Looking at our surroundings didn’t help me determine our exact location. To the left of us, there were dozens of graffiti murals on the side of what I assumed was another elevated highway. To the right, sidestreets with local businesses ranging from auto repair shops to fast food joints to gyms.

“Nuh uh, stop analyzing mister. You’ll know when we get there.” She waved a finger in my directions, putting a pin in my scrutinization. I pouted right back, successfully playing along to the theme of her scolding me like a 5 year old.

“I don’t like surprises you know.” It was the truth, but her contagious laughter that filled the car made me slightly less disinclined to stop asking questions.

“Oh I know, but trust me, you’ll like this one.” She went to go reach over to grab my hand from where it was resting in my lap, but stopped short and retracted in favor of slamming the horn. “Oh, come on!”

***

“So you drove to a train station... in New Jersey?” I asked while she was… attempting to park the car.

“Well, yeah. I’ve been taking this route since I was a little girl.” Once she finally figured out how to evenly space a two door convertible in a very spacious parking spot, she unbuckled her seatbelt, and was quick to grab her bag from the backseat. “Well, come on mister, we’re going to miss the train.”

To be quite honest, I have never been so lost in my life. I could probably pinpoint our exact location on a map if I wanted to, granted I was given any sort of information, but part of me didn’t want to. Scratch that, all of me didn’t want to, because my entire life has been planned out in front of me before, but right now, I get to be spontaneous with the most beautiful girl on the planet.

“Don’t let go of my hand,” she told me, lacing our fingers together and pulling me forward. “Don’t stop to look around, you will get pushed.”

We made it inside, and if I thought the DC transit system was bustling with people constantly, this place was so much worse. There were hallways left and right, all packed with people in a rush. It seems everybody had some place to be and zero time to get there.

“Upstairs.” We walked up two flights before reaching a platform, buying our tickets and making it just in time for a train to arrive. “I know they come every 8 minutes, but thank god we made this one,” she said as she sat down.

The cart we were in wasn’t too crowded, and once I finally found a map on the wall across from us, I saw that it was a direct ride to the World Trade Center.

“You said you took this train when you were little?”

“Yeah, I went to the city a lot as a kid. This was the easiest, and the cheapest way there.” A small smile played at her lips, obviously the product of some childhood memory. “I used to hop it.”

“Of course you did,” I laughed back with her, thinking about how an innocent looking child would be the first person to get away with sneaking onto the train.

***

“I said it before, I will say it again. Do not let go of my hand.” This time it was more stern, and if I were being honest, I would say that it got me the slightest bit nervous. She must have noticed, she always does, because she continued. “Don’t worry, it just gets congested and I don’t want to lose you.”

She was right about that, it indeed was very congested, but that was okay because she was holding my hand, and I would follow her just about anywhere if it meant she kept looking over her shoulder and smiling when she saw me. Once we made it across the way, and in front of heavy looking glass doors, she turned to me and started walking backwards.

“You okay? This is definitely not off to a great start.” She was wrong, it was off to a perfect start.

“Yeah, I’m okay, but you might want to watch where you’re going,” I said before her back hit the door.

“Please I can get here with my eyes closed.” And then we were outside, and all 5 of my senses were hit immediately. The sun was shining down on us, and before I could complain about not bringing my sunglasses, she handed them to me. My heart fluttered at the innocent act, taking the sunglasses with such gratitude even though she had already moved on to retrieve hers. “Do you smell that?” She asked.

“There are a lot of answers to that question,” I told her, not knowing if she was talking about the smell of the construction happening at the corner, the permanent garbage smell or something entirely different.

“The hotdogs, silly. Come on, there’s nothing like ‘em.” This time, I laced our fingers together, not because I was scared of losing her, I was, but I just really wanted to be closer to her. She didn’t mind, in fact, she let out a content hum and leaned her head on my arm as we walked to the stand.

“Can I get four hotdogs with sauerkraut and two grape sodas,” she asked the vendor, who politely nodded before moving on to prepare our food.

“You’re going to have a heart attack by 35,” I said as I nudged her with my shoulder. She gave me a small push back before answering.

“Is that a doctor’s diagnosis?” She asked as she took our now ready food into her hands, after paying the man before I even had time to blink. I just grabbed the two cans of soda and followed her where she was making a beeline for a park bench. “Watch out for skaters.”

“Yes, it is indeed a doctor's diagnosis.” I unwrapped one of the hotdogs before taking a bite. I closed my eyes and let out a content hum. “It may be a little worth it.”

“Exactly.” We sat there quietly, enjoying the warm weather and sounds of wheels against pavement. At one point, she rested her head against my shoulder, and I am convinced wherever she went would be Heaven.

***

“Are your eyes closed?” We found ourselves with both our hands interlocked, my eyes closed while she walked backwards. I gave an ‘mhm’ before she continued. “We’re here, just keep them closed, and…” her words trailed off. “Okay open.”

I opened my eyes to her holding her arms out in the middle of the largest bookstore I’ve ever seen. “Surprise!” My eyes were bouncing everywhere. It wasn’t too crowded, the large stairwell across the store catching my eye first. There were bookshelves tens of feet high, all loaded with different genres and authors. To the right of us, tiny knick knacks and pins and socks. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” I whispered out, still stuck in my place admiring our surroundings. She was beaming up at me, a hint of pride at her successfulness to drag me 6 hours away to the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.

“The Strand has always been my favorite place in the city. Come on, let’s go explore.” She grabbed my hands again, pulling me deeper into the store towards a shelf labeled adult fiction.

***

Six books, three pairs of socks and a postcard later, we were back on the busy streets of New York, aimlessly walking and admiring the tall buildings and different attractions. Well she was, I was admiring the way she was looking around like it was her first time here. Maybe I should have been paying more attention to our surroundings, but no amount of skyscrapers or fountains could possibly ever match up to her level of beauty. 

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” I asked randomly, startling her into jumping a tiny bit before giggling. She stopped us, turning to face me fully before reaching up to grab my face in her hands.

“Once or twice.” The kiss we shared on the New York streets were no different than the ones before, but this time, it felt like a silent promise. A passing between two lovers that no matter where we are, our love is the most beautiful thing there is. “I love you too, dork.”

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[dross-the-fish]

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Well today was surreal.

I'm trying to do my fucking job, quoting some dude for an auto policy, but instead of giving me his car's goddamn VIN number this guy goes on a random tangent about how "actually futas are positive representation because they make transwomen look desirable" and it's just like...no?

How do you get to such an astronomically bad take? Why are you telling your insurance agent this? Did you call in because you were fucking BORED and you wanted to troll a stranger at their place of work? Did you run this atrocious line of thought past someone else and they explained that "Actually futas are a gross fetish and harmful" and you just couldn't accept that? Is that it? Did someone call you out on your bullshit???? Now your so salty you just have to talk to ME about it????

And he kept going with it. Even when I tried to nudge him back to his insurance he just ranted at me about how it's flattering that futanari hentai exists and he even has one transgender friend who likes it so it's good.

At the half hour mark with no VIN number in sight I actually reached out to the team leader to ask if I could cut off the call because this bozo was never going to get to get off this topic. He was being offensive, he was making me very uncomfortable, and he was wasting my time on a day when our call volume was higher than normal. She told me to humor him because even if I don't write him a policy it could be a 10 on a survey..... and then my team mates agree with her that I just need to "take one for the 10."

and I'm sitting at my desk like

And of course this guy didn't opt into the survey. His type never does. You know who takes 99.9% of the surveys? Old people and Karens. Not ridiculous little butt-whistling dweebs who don't have the social awareness to know that you don't discuss your fetishes with strangers who just want to do their goddamn jobs and don't have the time or patience to listen to you defend your kinks as some kind of morally correct political statement.

A full hour after the call started he finally winds down and, oh gosh darn, look at the time! He'll call back later because now he has to be somewhere. I had to step away from my computer so I took my lunch early and screamed obscenities into one of my couch cushions.

Ladies, Gents and NBs please, for the love of god, do not do this to call center reps, we're under enough pressure as is and, unlike your friends and social media followers, we don't have the luxury to excuse ourselves when you put us in uncomfortable situations.

I know the tone of this rant has been on the humorous side but I'm being dead serious when I say we get exposed to homophobia, racism, transphobia, ableism, and misogyny every single day. For those of us that are minorities this does take a huge toll. As a queer person, being held hostage by a client who sees people like us as a fetish he's entitled to objectify and consume can be a devastating experience. Any time you call a service remember the people on the other end of the line are PEOPLE, not your therapists or bottomless vessels for your toxicity. Please don't do this shit to us.

[max-is-really-okay]

Ink On Skin Chapter One

Ethan walked into his little flower shop with a soft smile on his face. His leather jacket had done its job of keeping him warm in the harsh winter outside. He sat behind the desk, ready for another slow day.

Set up beside him were flower arragements he lovingly called the ‘Fuck You’ bouquets. While no one did much research into flowers much anymore, he had put together a bouquet full of flowers which gave the message of hatred. He was proud of how much research he had put into them, even if they weren’t his best sellers.

There were quite a few pre-arranged bouquets for his customers, but there were also lists of flowers and their meanings for those who wanted to make their own. Ethan had spent weeks making the list and fighting with auto-correct.

He sat behind the front desk and took his jacket off, the sleeve of tattoos on his arm now showing to the world. He looked at his forearm, where his favorites were. One of the biggest ones was of a spider standing over a dead cthulhu type. Under it in cursive was just the name ‘Webby’.

He traced the picture with his black nail and pictured who had the tattoo. He had only gone into a tattoo parlor once, to get his ear pierced. His uncle Hidgens had surprised him for his eighteenth birthday by paying for it.

He never wanted a tattoo for himself. He had dealt with enough pain back when he was living at home. Ethan just didn’t see the use of having someone stab ink into his skin. The worries of infection always crept in when he even considered the idea. He was glad that his soulmate liked them though, they were badass.

As the day went on, at around noon he heard loud rock music coming from the tattoo parlor next door. He didn’t mind it, as it was his type of music anyways. He just nodded his head along to the beat as he cleaned up.

Ethan looked up when a nervous looking man walked in. He was tall and had casual business attire on. He was slightly bug eyed, but not unattractive. Ethan moved to stand behind the counter to get the man’s order.

“Hey. What can I do for you?” He asked the nervous man, leaning slightly over the counter and resting on his forearms.

“I want to get some flowers for my girlfriend. Well- not girlfriend. I’m asking her to be my girlfriend. That’s why I’m getting her the flowers.” The man rambled.

“Alright, and what kind of flowers do you want to get her?” Ethan asked, looking for a notepad in the mess that was behind his desk.

“Well I was hoping that you could help me with that.” The man admitted. “I don’t know anything about flowers, and I don’t want to make her one of...well something like that.” He nodded twords the ‘Fuck You’ bouquets. “But, I also don’t want to say I love you to her yet. Since- well it’s not like I don’t love her, she’s my soulmate, of course I love her, bu-” The man looked so nervous he might explode.

“I’m going to cut you off, pal. Don’t want you having a panic attack. I’m thinking of a bouquet with purple delphinium flowers, pink carnations, and gardenias. Very romantic and pretty.” Ethan suggested lightly.

The nervous man seemed to calm down and nodded. When he looked up, Ethan swore that if he hadn’t have cut him off the other would have started crying. “Yeah. That sounds good.” His shoulders relaxed.

“When do you want to pick ‘em up?” Ethan asked.

“Is Thursday too early?” He asked.

“Not at all. They’ll be waiting for you on Thursday, and you can pay me the eighty bucks then. Is that cool?” Ethan raised his eyebrows.

“It is more than cool.”

“I’ll need a name for the order.”

“Paul.”

“Alright Paul. See you on Thursday.”

Ethan watched as Paul left his store and smiled fondly. It was always nice to see when someone really cared about their soulmate.

He took inventory and put aside the flowers he would need for the bouquet. After he had the flowers set aside, he went through his little shop and took care of the flowers that needed it. He took the wilting bouquets off of the shelves and put them with the other sad bouquets in the ‘sale’ portion.

He looked outside and watched as people left the tattoo parlor next door to him. People walked out, and he imagined some of them as his soulmate. Maybe it was the nerdy looking guy with the bowtie. Maybe the girl with short blonde hair and glasses. It was hard to tell when everyone was wearing long sleeves.

There wasn’t much else to do that day. A couple on a date came by. A large muscular man with dark eyes and a small red headed woman holding onto his arm. The man smiled and bought her a reasonably priced bouquet of roses. She had kissed him.

Ethan smiled as they left, the sun setting. He pulled his leather jacket on and took a few tens from the register to pay for his dinner. He didn’t feel like cooking that night (he didn’t have anything to cook), and knew of a shitty coffee place that was always open late. He always made sure to eat at least once a day.

He walked outside and the freezing air hit his face. He looked over to notice the woman who owned the tattoo parlor next door locking up as well. He gave her the obligatory smile as he turned the key to lock the door.

Occasionally they would lock up at the same time. Sometimes she would have her little sister next to her, tonight wasn’t one of those nights. He didn’t know much about the other woman, other than that in winter she wore a big black jacket.

He turned to start walking, then noticed the woman walking the same direction as him. Towards the edge of Hatchet Field. Everything was cheaper there. “Where are you headed?” He asked as he noticed her match his pace.

“Beanies.” Was her short reply.

“Me too!” Ethan gave her a slightly goofy smile, which in turn made her lips turn slightly up.

“Well that’s cool.” She said.

Both of them walked quietly, and Ethan was nervous that he had creeped her out, but she kept walking beside him.

Soon enough, they got to the small coffee shop. Ethan held the door open for her and soon they were both in line at the small counter.

Ethan eyed the numerous pastries behind the glass, thinking about what he would want. There were quite a few options, all of which could make his mouth water since he had skipped breakfast and lunch.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the woman in front of him swear.

“Shit. I’m a few bucks short.” She mumbled. She looked up at the barista who looked done with life apologetically.

“I guess I’ll just get the black coffee. Thanks.” She looked down and made a b-line to a table in the back corner.

Ethan stepped up and looked at the short barista “Um, whatever else she was trying to order, I’ll pay for it.” He said awkwardly, handing the other one of his ten dollar bills. This just meant that he would have a smaller dinner. “And I’ll get a large hot cocoa and a brownie.”

“That’ll be twenty five dollars.” She told him, giving him a quick and forced fake smile. Ethan nodded, giving her the rest of the money he had grabbed. He put the last five dollars into the tip jar.

He sat in an empty seat a few tables away from the woman who owned the tattoo shop. Her name was called first and she walked over to the counter. Ethan couldn’t hear the conversation, but he could hear a surprised tone coming from the woman who owned the parlor.

He looked back down at his phone until a hot cocoa was rather forcefully slammed onto the table. He looked up to see the woman holding her drink. It was labeled ‘Lex’.

“What the fuck man?” She asked, setting two plates down. One had his brownie and the other had the worst looking cinnamon roll he had ever seen. He took his brownie.

“I’m sorry?” He tilted his head.

“Why did you pay for the cinnamon role?” She asked.

Ethan wasn’t sure if she was angry, as she sat down at the seat in front of him and started eating. She still had her jacket on, as well as he did, but she had pulled her hair down. It was wavy and went just above her shoulders.

“I just wanted to be nice. And you look like you’ve had a long day.” He shrugged, taking a drink of his hot chocolate. It wasn’t good, as expected. He was pretty sure that they made it with water. Heathens.

“Oh. Well thanks.” Lex looked down, her shoulders relaxing.

“Where’s your sister?” He asked, just wanting to avoid silence for a bit longer.

“With her babysitter. I was booked solid today, and there wouldn’t be time to bring her out for lunch.” Lex told him, digging into her food.

“Want half of my brownie?” Ethan asked her, already cutting it in half. He was used to skipping meals.

“Thanks…” Lex eyed him suspiciously, taking the brownie.

“What?” Ethan asked.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, you know?” Her eyebrows went up.

“I didn’t think you were.” Ethan hated how squeaky his voice sounded.

“Alright then.”

“Alright.”

The two of them were quiet as they ate. Lex had a slight pink to her cheeks and Ethan didn’t know what to say.

They finished as the barista started closing up. Ethan made sure to thank her before leaving. He still held the door for Lex, who mumbled a ‘thanks’ as she walked past him.

He walked back to his tiny and shitty apartment and unlocked his door. He walked in and saw his cat, Greg, sitting next to his food bowl. As soon as Greg noticed Ethan, he walked up to him and started screaming.

Ethan chuckled and walked over to the beat up fridge, pulling a can of Greg’s food out. He pulled the lid off of the can and emptied it into Greg’s food bowl. Greg stopped wailing and began to eat, his fur going flat against his back. Ethan gave him a pat on his head.

When he was sure Greg was content, Ethan walked back to the fridge and pulled the only thing left out. He sniffed the expired milk before taking a long drink from the gallon. Greg looked over with a face of pure disgust before going back to his food.

“Don't judge me.” Ethan spat back. Greg did not respond.

He shrugged and walked back to the couch after he put the milk back into the fridge. It had a week left before he really had to throw it out based on the taste. He flipped on the lifetime channel and pulled his jacket off.

He smiled when Greg hopped onto the couch and into his lap. Greg was the ugliest cat Ethan had ever seen. He had been walking home from the auto shop when he heard meowing. He had searched for the noise, even though it was coming from an alley and pelting rain.

He found a cat with a flat face, mismatched fur, and mismatched cross eyes. He hid him under his jacket and brought him home. He promised himself that he would bring the cat to the shelter the next day, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, after a few vet visits, Ethan had a cat.

He fell asleep with the tv on and said cat in his lap. He woke up at around three in the morning with a start and sweat down his back. His stomach growled and flopped and Ethan took a second to calm himself down.

He didn’t have nightmares often, but they sucked when he did. He stood up, careful not to wake Greg, and walked into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror and admitted to himself that he looked like shit.

He turned the shower on as hot as it would go and stripped down. He stepped under the stream of hot water and closed his eyes as steam filled the shower.

He washed his hair first, using his favorite lemon scented shampoo. He kept his eyes closed the entire time, just enjoying the hot water that was no doubt turning his skin red.

Too soon for his liking, he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to his sink. He ignored the fogged up mirror and brushed his teeth.

He walked out and back to his bedroom where he swapped the towel out for a pair of red boxers and a shirt he was given by his uncle. It was bright blue and had the title ‘Workin’ Boys’ in large print. He wasn’t even sure what that was, but the shirt was comfortable.

He looked at his uncomfortable bed and sighed before climbing under the scratchy blanket. He rested his head on the flattened pillow and attempted to sleep.

When Ethan woke up the next morning, he looked to see a new piece of artwork on his shoulder. He walked into the bathroom to get a better look at it, and his breath was taken away by how beautiful it was.

There was a picture of a beach with palm trees. The colors were bright and the sunset in the photo looked real. Underneath was the word ‘California’ in cursive. Ethan wondered if his soulmate lived in California.

He hoped not. While he planned to leave the state one day, he had barely made it out of Hatchet Field. He was living in the shitty part of Clivesdale, and he was already tight on money. He couldn’t imagine moving to California on his own to find one of the millions of people there.

He threw on a white shirt and a green flannel with jeans before walking out. Greg was still sleeping on the couch and only woke up when he heard the can of cat food being opened. Ethan smiled as his cat sat by while waiting by for his food, his tail swishing slightly over the floor.

Ethan left, making sure to lock the door on his way out. He made sure to remind Greg to hold the fort while he was gone. Greg seemed to understand.

The weather was a bit colder than Ethan liked, but it wasn’t too cold to walk. He walked into his flower shop and turned the ‘open’ sign on.

He sat, watching as people passed his window. At noon he saw Lex and her little sister walk by. Not even a minute later, the little sister walked in.

Ethan smiled at the girl. She had to be no older than nine. “What can I do for you?” Ethan asked.

“Lex said to give this to you.” She told him, holding up a ten dollar bill. She avoided eye contact.

“Well, can you do something for me?” He asked, and when she nodded he continued, “Would you please bring her this?”

He gave her a small pot with hydrangeas planted. Lex’s sister nodded and left to go back to the tattoo parlor. Ethan watched out of the window to make sure she got there safely. He was proud of his choice in flower. Hydrangeas could show thankfulness. They were also prominent in his ‘fuck you’ bouquets because they could also symbolize heartlessness. From what he had seen, Lex’s personality was somewhere in the middle.

He sat back and pulled off the flannel to look back at his arm. Whoever his soulmate was had an amazing artist doing their tattoos. He pulled out a marker and wrote on the arm with less tattoos on it.

‘Hello.’ he added a poorly drawn stick figure waving.

‘Hi.’ A response came fairly quickly.

‘I like your tattoos.’ He told them.

‘Thanks. I haven’t talked to you in a while.’

‘Stuff happened.’ He wrote.

‘What kind of stuff? Got a new pet stuff or lost a family member stuff’

‘Actually both.’ Ethan replied, biting his lip. He wasn’t really lying.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. Who did you lose?’

‘Parents.’

‘Oh. I’m so sorry.’ They told him.

‘Thanks.’

The two of them chatted idly until there was almost no room on his arm left to write anything. He pulled his flannel back on and looked at the time. It was about two and his stomach felt almost painfully empty.

Ethan stood up and turned the sign to ‘be back soon’ as he locked up. He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and walked to a pizza joint nearby. He was surprised to see Lex and her sister sitting at a table.

He walked over with his large slice of cheese and sprite, sitting next to Lex. “Well hello ladies.”

“Who told you you could sit here?” Lex asked, giving a pointed and defensive look.

“Well when I paid for your meal you sat at my table, just returning the favor.” He replied, giving a cocky smirk.

When her sister didn’t seem to object, Lex let him stay at the table as they ate. Lex was eating hawiian pizza, making him wish he had a few extra dollars to do the same. Her sister had mushrooms and peppers littering her pizza slice.

Ethan talked to Lex’s sister a bit. He learned her name was Hannah and that she was ten. She was really into spiders and collecting buttons. He filed the information away for later, sure that he would find a way to use it.

They walked back to their shops together, all in a better mood than before because of the break for food. Before Ethan could walk back into his shop, Lex stopped him.

“Hey, um, thanks for last night. And the flowers. I guess.” She mumbled.

“No problem toots. Just what I do.” He smiled, walking back into his shop. Maybe if he didn’t meet his soulmate, he had options.

[gumnut-logic]

The Fate of Thundersub Two

Title: The Fate of Thundersub Two

Author: Gumnut

5 Jan 2020

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go 2015/ Thunderbirds TOS

Rating: Teen

Summary: You can push it only so far. Episode tag to 3.19.

Word count: 1920

Spoilers & warnings: Spoilers for 3.19 and future episodes of season 3.

Timeline: Immediately after 3.19

Author’s note: This was quickly written with no brain and reflects the quality of my lack of cerebral functioning at the time. I literally killed off sleep to write this because I’m supposed to be writing my other fic. But we have an episode tag :D And hopefully I can sleep in a little tomorrow since it is nearly 2.30am at the moment. I hope you enjoy this anyway :D

Many thanks to my wonderful supporters, you know who you are. ::extra big hugs::

Disclaimer: Mine? You’ve got to be kidding. Money? Don’t have any, don’t bother.

-o-o-o-

Hiram Hackerbacker was a patient man. Science requires patience so it was to his advantage to have as much of it as possible.

However, having co-existed with the Tracy family for many years, that patience had often been tested, and today was another one of those days.

He had been in the midst of fuel calculations for the Zero-X. They had hit a snag in the weight and energy expenditure ratio and he was reduced to having to create a lighter, more energy efficient fuel. This required molecular calculation and design, something which involved a great deal of concentration.

To have John interrupt him to say that Virgil had taken Thunderbird Two for a swim yet again was enough to throw all the calculations out of his head. “W-what?!”

“I’m sorry, Brains, but Virgil needs your help. Two is on approach and her systems are experiencing intermittent failures.”

“Th-that’s because she is n-not a submersible.”

John shook his head. “Rescue called for it and you know Virgil. Whatever is necessary.”

Brains sighed. “V-very well.”

John smiled at him before switching the feed to Thunderbird Two.

“V-Virgil?”

“Hi, Brains.” There was considerable guilt in his fellow engineer’s expression. “I have VTOL failure in two out of four engines and I suspect her port rear thruster isn’t going to last much longer. I may need to crash land.”

Brains bit back on a curse. “Have you t-tried the auxiliary p-power relays?”

“Yeah, no go.”

Switching the feed to his phone, Brains strode out of his lab and ignored the door that slammed behind him. “Where are Gordon and Thunderbird Four?”

“FAB2.”

“Why?”

“Didn’t want to risk him. And, well, he had other concerns.”

Brains frowned as he stormed into the comms room. Scott was glaring at him and the duplicate hologram of Virgil hanging in the middle of the room. Brains ignored him and pulled up Thunderbird Two’s status.

He groaned.

“Virgil, you know as m-much as I that you c-can’t land her. Her secondary c-computer core is flooded, her p-primary core is well on the way to joining it. It is a m-miracle you are still air-borne. In fact, you should d-ditch her into the ocean as s-soon as p-possible before the decision is t-taken from you.”

The hologram of the second eldest Tracy sagged. “Where?”

“T-two hundred m-metres from the island m-minimum. We will r-recover her.” Virgil’s expression was tragic. “I promise.”

Beside Brains, Scott straightened. “Virgil, that’s an order. We can’t risk you. I’ll launch Thunderbird One and assist.”

Virgil glanced down before obviously steeling himself. “FAB.”

Scott’s lips tightened and he nodded at his brother before loping up the steps and disappearing into his chute.

Moments later, One erupted out of the pool deck and disappeared to the south in search of her crippled sister.

Brains shivered.

And waited.

-o-o-o-

Virgil Tracy knew how to swear and at this moment he was exercising every piece of profanity he could bring to mind.

Brains was right. Two was going to fall from the sky, it was only a matter of time. His dash was screaming at him, a new red light and alarm added every few minutes. This would make it the third time he would have to fish his ‘bird out of the ocean.

She dropped suddenly as her port thruster sputtered, her flight path skewing as her forward thrust struck out of balance. Shit. Goddamnit.

“C’mon, Two only a hundred or so kilometres and we’re home.”

She sputtered again.

And her port thruster died completely.

“Shit!” His girl swung around in an unbalanced turn, weight and thrust completely out of sync.

It was a terminal spiral dive. There was not a damn thing he could do.

Didn’t stop him from trying.

She ignored him.

The ocean and sky began to spin.

A solid thunk on her hull, a screaming roar, and her spiral slowed, her altitude and direction corrected...and the blue of auto took over her controls. “Thunderbird One to Thunderbird Two, I have your control...what little you have. Compensating for your thruster failure. Virgil, bail out.”

“Scott-“

“Now, Thunderbird Two!” His brother’s voice stood for no argument.

Defeated. “FAB.”

He threw his chair back and yanked out his emergency jet pack from the overhead locker. He secured it to his baldric and harness, and with one last look at his beloved cockpit, stepped onto the platform and sent it up through the overhead hatch.

The roar of One assailed him through his helmet, the wind a buffeting aggravation.

“Virgil, move your ass, she’s about to hit!”

And the ocean was far too close for comfort.

He triggered the jetpack and shot up into the sky.

Just as his ‘bird hit the water.

It was spectacular.

And heart-breaking.

One disengaged before impact, accelerating out of harm’s way. Scott had killed Two’s remaining thruster, but her speed was too fast and as her nose caught the water, the momentum differential between forward and back, flipped her head over tail.

Virgil gasped as her belly was exposed to the sun and she hit the water like a breaching whale.

His heart attempted to beat itself to death against his ribcage.

With little more than a bubbling sigh, his girl began to sink below the waves.

No.

“Deploying inflater bags.” Scott’s voice was protocol. Over comms specifically for Virgil, it was reassurance.

Yellow appeared in the water below and the bags rose, somewhat awkwardly as they were deployed from the now underside of the upside down Thunderbird.

But his girl was floating and not disappearing into the depths.

He let his breath go.

-o-o-o-

“Thunderb-bird T-Two is not a s-submersible!”

Gordon jumped as Brains’ angry voice hit him. He had hurried back the moment John had told him that Virgil had crashed his ‘bird. Of course, the Indian Ocean was a fair way away by sub, so it had taken him quite some time to make it back to the Island without the assistance of his cargo carrying brother.

After docking Four, Gordon had the unpleasant experience of discovering Two in her hanger. The puddle around her and behind her where she had been dragged in by the heavy duty pods punctuated her condition loudly.

Thunderbird Two wasn’t going anywhere for quite some time.

“Lives were at stake.” Virgil’s voice was strained.

“Yes, including yours.” Oh great, Scott was in on this. Though, to be honest, where else would Scott be in this situation? “You could have killed yourself, Virgil. Either in the water with the freighter or when you crashed your own ship.”

“You ordered me to ditch her!”

“She was going down anyway! You would have been killed!”

Great. There it was. Scott had had the shit scared out of him again. How many times had his eldest brother been faced with Virgil crashing his ‘bird?

Too many times.

Gordon sighed and took that last step into the comms room.

Someone had to save his brother from his big brother and the resident genius engineer.

“Hey, guys.” All three turned to stare at him. “Virg, you okay?”

A single nod. Well, as okay as a Tracy brother could be when their ‘bird is in pieces.

Brains’ turned back to Virgil. “R-repairs are going to t-take some time. Time we do not have l-leading up to the Zero-X p-project.”

“I will work on repairs.”

“V-Virgil, you d-do not understand. Th-thunderbird Two’s frame was w-warped in the collision. She is s-tructurally unsound. She n-needs a new hull. The plane in the hangar is only g-good for sp-spare parts.”

Gordon’s heart sank as Virgil stared at Brains.

“I-I’m s-sorry, V-Virgil. Thunderbird T-Two needs to b-be rebuilt entirely.”

Virgil was still staring.

Gordon was doing a little staring of his own. “How can International Rescue operate without Thunderbird Two?”

“I’m a-afraid, it will h-have to m-make do.”

Virgil was still staring at Brains, his expression caught in shock.

Scott looked a little stunned himself, but his eyes kept darting between the two engineers.

Until Virgil sat down hard on the couch behind his heels.

“Virgil?”

But Virgil had buried his face in his hands.

It was a matter of strides before Gordon was sitting beside his brother. “Hey, Virg. We will rebuild her.” His hand landed on a tense shoulder.

Virgil didn’t respond.

-o-o-o-

The next few days were quiet for Brains. Mostly because he was tackling the fuel design problem and not having much luck, so consequently had locked himself in his lab in order to focus on the problem.

It was the fourth day after the demise of their cargo carrier before he saw Virgil again. The pilot had disappeared into the villa and the few times Brains had surfaced for food or been physically dragged out of his lab by Sally Tracy, Virgil hadn’t be anywhere to be seen.

He did know that John arrived down from Five on the second day and late one night as he was stumbling to his rooms, Scott and John could be heard having a very loud ‘discussion’ in the comms room. Brains knew better than to interrupt that. When the Tracy’s argued, there was usually enough passion in the room to set the furniture alight, not to mention random engineers who might accidentally get in the way. So he went to bed and ignored it.

But on the fourth day, Virgil appeared in Brains’ lab, eyes a little bloodshot and demeanour tired. Brains didn’t realise he was there at first. It wasn’t until Virgil reached around him and asked him about the fourth variable in his equation, that he realised he was being watched.

“Oh, V-Virgil. H-how are you?”

“Fine. Just on the hunt for some J-12 threads for Four.” A frown. “What are you doing? Is that praeline oxide? Are you trying to bind it with neutrozine?”

“Yes. W-we need an increase in fuel energy with a r-reduction in mass.”

“Why?”

“The Zero-X fuselage is too large to b-be launched at current r-ratios.” He threw up the design hologram for his fellow engineer.

Those bloodshot eyes frowned. “You’ve based the design on the original Zero-X.”

“M-most certainly. It was the m-most efficient d-design.”

“But it is not working.”

“No. We have d-different mass require-ments to the original d-design and, so far, I have been unable to compensate.”

Virgil spun the hologram around on its axis. A slight frown and he pulled out his phone, stabbing it with his finger.

“Cahelium would lighten the load, perhaps enough to stick with the current fuel.”

“We do not have enough p-processed cahelium in store and n-not enough t-time to refine more.”

Virgil pursed his lips and stabbed his fingers at his phone again.

An undefined expression flickered across his face. Voice quiet. “Yes, you do.” A swallow and he held up his phone. “Cannibalise Two.”

Brains stared at the hurried calculations and his eyes widened. “Yes. That is perfect!” He scribbled down the numbers into his tablet. Within moments he had cross referenced the resources and added up exactly what he needed. Two would tip the scales. He could also possibly use her structure as it was. It would speed up production. Of course, with her damage, he would need to check her integrity thoroughly.

If only he could use Three as well, he could incorporate her strength here. That would require extra thrust there, but then Three had that strength already.

The calculations piled up in his head. By the time he had come up with a feasible design, Virgil was long gone.

-o-o-o-

FIN.

[sea-owl]

Come sit, Darling

Inspied by a post that I can't fucking find. It was a mafia au that emphasized Tony blushing because his sugar daddy, mobboss Steve, wanted him to sit on his lap during a stressful meeting.

If someone knows what I'm talking about please let me know so I can link the correct people, or actually remember to be smart and reblog it.

Summary: The meeting was pissing Steve off. He was ready to kill every single person in that room. He needed Tony, everything ran smoother when Tony was there, even if he didn't know what the true business was.

Can you please come to this meeting? I swear none of these idiots even know what this meeting is about.

Festivia Carbonell read the text that her neighbor tried (failed) to discreetly type under the table. It was better than listening in on the dick measuring contest happening before her.

This meeting was supposed to be about that new political scumbag who is trying to "crack down" on their activities. Supposed to be.

What Festivia was actually witnessing was baby boss A instigating baby boss B and of course baby bosses C and D reguse to be left out.

"They're pathetic," Festivia muttered to herself. Honestly, if any of these morons tried any of this shit during an important meeting with the family they be shot in two seconds flat.

Festivia's neighbor snorted. "You can say that again."

Festivia looked over. Steve Rogers, codename the Captian. The only baby boss at this table that Festivia has respect for. At least he tried to get shit done.

"If this was a family meeting Boss would've shot them already."

A small ping sound comes from the Captain's phone that he holds a little too tight. He responds, verbally and on the screen. "Can you shoot them now?"

Technically yes, Festivia could shoot them. After all Tony did give her a new upgrade recently on her shock bracelets. But then Tony would also kill her if she tested the new weapons on baby bosses when she's supposed to be diplomatic.

"No can do. Unfourtnley being a representative of the Carbonell family means I can't shoot everyone who pisses me off."

"Too bad." Rogers must have received another message, the small smile on his face told her all.

It must be his little Mechanic.

Serveral rumors have spread throughout the city of the Captian's lover. A mechanic he met at random auto shop that had no idea about this life. Helga from the Odinson family tells her that the mechanic believes Rogers only does security work and sometimes transportion.

A half lie. The Avengers were mainly used in the taking down of Hydra, a rival gang that emerged during World War 2 and kept reappearing like a weed. Once in a while they will transport important family memebers who need the outside gaurd, for the right price of course.

In Festivia's opinion that half lie the Captian uses is more dangerous for the mechanic than the truth. But she does have to give the Captian credit, some have seen the mechanic's face but none have moved against him. Everyone either respected the Captian and his Avengers too much, or feared them.

Maybe that's why Thor and later Boss took an interest in them.

Another ping. The Captian waves his second in comand, James Barnes, the Winter Solider, over, whispering in his ear. The Winter Solider nodded before leaving the room.

Ah, so Festivia was going to meet the mechanic, well at least she'll have something to take home to Boss after this disaster meeting.

Few mintues later baby bosses A and B now have teamed up against C and D. Festivia might just face the consequences from Boss later if it shuts these idiots up. Rogers keeps tracing the edge of his gun.

Festivia sees Barnes return out of the corner of her eye, another with him.

Better get a good look at this mechanic.

Festivia fully turns towards the mechanic . . . and blinked.

Boss? Festivia mouths.

Festivia received a wink from the mechanic.

With Barnes was Tony Stark, a distant cousin of Festivia's and the head of the Carbonell family.

"Hello darling," Tony greets Rogers.

All the baby bosses fall silent, fear plain as day in their eyes. Rogers pulls Tony into his lap, and Festivia can see all the stress leave the blonde man's body. Rogers lets his cheek rest against the top of Tony's hair.

Two pairs of evil eyes glare at the baby bosses and the meeting flows smoothly.

Boss leaves early and Festivia finds him waiting for her. She steps in the limo.

"So I'm guessing he doesn't know?"

Tony shakes his head, a certian look in his eyes. "Thunder thighs introduced me as a mechanic to fix his bike. I wanted information on these Avengers, at first. His desperation to keep me out of the mafia has blinded him a little bit."

Festivia watches her cousin. "You love each other."

Tony raises an eyebrow. "Do we have a problem?"

Festivia smiles. "No, I think it's good for you. After all the best heads of our family always had someone they loved."

Tony smiles back. "Oh, and Festivia."

"Yeah Boss?"

"You have my full permission to shoot those baby bosses if they pull another dick measuring contest."

[ft-dads-au]

Taken By Storm

Gratsu Weekend 2020 Prompt: Storm Pairing(s): Gray x Natsu, Gray & Lyon, Rogue & Gray A Collaboration by @mdelpin​ and @oryu404​ AO3 | FF.Net

October 7, 2020

Gray exited the grocery store surprised to see it had already turned dark in the short time he’d been inside. A pelting, cold rain had also begun to fall, making the chilly fall afternoon feel even colder. His arms were laden with paper bags containing their food for the week.

Since Lyon refused to accept any money for rent or even his legal services outside of the occasional filing fee, Gray tried to find other ways to pay him back. So every week, he made a trip to the grocery store with Aki, his two-year-old son. Lyon grumbled about it at first, but after the first few weeks, he’d recognized his protests were futile. Although Gray had a nagging suspicion that it had more to do with his friend realizing it was one of the few times he would willingly set foot outside of the apartment on his own.

This was Gray’s first time going alone, and it had been difficult. Without Aki to distract him with his chatter, he’d felt the familiar anxiety rise within him. The weight of eyes that may or may not have been focused on him made him hurry down the aisles throwing items in his cart. The sound of people whispering near the checkouts stressed him out, especially when he recognized his face on the cover of one of the magazines. It was from an interview and photoshoot he’d done months earlier for a men’s magazine. Long before he’d decided to grab Aki and make his escape. He was happy there wasn’t much of a line, desperate to get out quickly, and already considering the possibility of looking into a delivery service now that Aki had begun to attend daycare a few days a week.

He honestly loathed the idea, but his therapist had insisted that he needed to do it for Aki’s sake as well as his own. The codependency they were developing from Gray’s over-protectiveness would only hinder them moving forward. But even that short separation caused him almost incapacitating levels of anxiety. Thoughts of Siegrain showing up and taking Aki away plagued him. The first day he’d sat in the parking lot the entire time Aki was inside the community center.

He’d gotten a little bit better since then, but not much, and now that his errand was over, all he wanted was to get to that community center and bring his son home. He hastily opened the trunk of his car and dropped the bags inside, slamming it shut and rushing to the driver’s door, wanting to get out of the rain before he got any wetter.

Gray slid in and closed the door. Leaning his head back on his seat’s headrest, he closed his eyes briefly, trying to let the past forty-five minutes fade away. It took him a few minutes to register that there had been no beeps when he’d opened the door. Come to think of it, the radio hadn’t come on either. Opening his eyes again, he glanced at the displays on his car, noticing with increasing dread that they were all off.

He checked to make sure his key was in his pocket before pushing on the start button, but no matter how many times he pressed it, the outcome remained the same. His car was dead. He tried to stay calm, searching his pockets for his phone and not finding it. That alone set him off for a good five minutes. What if something had happened to Aki? They wouldn’t be able to reach him.

Calm down, both Rogue and Lyon are listed as emergency contacts. If something had happened and the daycare staff couldn’t reach you, they would have called one of them. Lyon and Rogue know where you are, they would have come to get you.

Gray repeated the words to himself, trying to do as his therapist had asked. He reminded himself that there were measures in place to handle just this type of situation, but no matter how rational it sounded, it did nothing to quiet his panic. Instead, he kept pressing the button over and over until he finally just went back out in the rain, slamming the car door as hard as he could in his frustration.

Staring at the car and not knowing what else to do, he began to take his frustrations out on it. He kicked and punched it furiously.

“START GODDAMMIT!”

“Have you tried using the key?” A slightly amused voice came from behind him, and Gray stood stock still.

No, it couldn’t be. Could it?

He turned around, and sure enough, there stood Natsu Dragneel, that ever-present and annoying grin plastered on his face. Out of all people, it just had to be him.

“Oh, good idea, I’ll try that right aw- Of course, I tried the key, you idiot!” Gray snapped, coiled up from stress and worry. “This glorified tin can just won’t fucking start. I think the battery is dead, but I can’t call Triple-A because I somehow forgot my phone, and I have to pick up Aki from daycare in 10 minutes!”

As if some higher power had decided that this was not his day, it started to rain heavier. It was coming down in buckets now, and Gray raised his head and his hands up towards the sky, “Sure! Why not?!”

“You can borrow my phone if you want,” Natsu offered with a shrug, putting up an umbrella. “See if someone else is available to pick Aki up for you. In the meantime, let me take a look at your car.”

“Why on Earth would I ever let you anywhere near my car?!” Gray spat, his tone much sharper than he meant for it to be, but he was really agitated and seeing the source of his constant confusion near him at a time like this was more than he could deal with at the moment.

He’d never admitted it to anyone, but Natsu had been the reason he’d started going to therapy. Well, not the man himself but the feelings he had evoked in him during that disastrous intervention they’d had for him in August.

Feelings he’d been trying to avoid for a long time, about his relationship with Siegrain and about himself. And now he could add his confusion about his growing attraction to Natsu to the list. That night he’d felt something for Natsu that he wasn’t quite ready to accept yet. So he’d made a point of staying away from him, only coming into contact at Dad’s Club Meetings.

Natsu sighed, running his fingers through pink locks that had darkened with the rain, “Why do you always have to make everything so difficult? You’re a dad, I’m a dad, I get it. You’re freaking out because you don’t want Aki to be alone or scared. I’d feel the same way, and that’s why you’re going to swallow your stupid pride and let me help you.”

He handed Gray his umbrella and his phone, which was a low-end smartphone, nothing like his own. It reminded him that Natsu had probably been on his way to work when he stopped and made him feel terrible for his less than grateful response.

“Thank you, “ he amended before calling his brother, thankful Rogue was in Natsu’s contacts since he couldn’t remember the number on a good day.

As the phone rang, he watched Natsu get in the driver’s seat and try to start the car, checking if he could turn on the radio or the lights. When nothing happened, he pulled the handle that opened the hood of the car so he could take a look underneath.

“Natsu?” Rogue’s voice came on the other line, and Gray breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, it’s me, Gray,” he corrected, “Listen I need-”

“Gray? What are you doing with Natsu’s phone? Is Natsu alright?!” Rogue interrupted, his voice filled with concern.

“What? Yeah, he’s fine.”

“Are you alright? Why are you calling on his phone?”

“I forgot mine. I’m at the grocery store, my car won’t start, and he found me here. Do you think you could pick Aki up for me? I’m stuck,” Gray swept a lock of wet hair out of his face, still a bit on edge as he looked across the parking lot. If there was one positive thing to say about the weather, it was that it made people hurry to their cars, not paying him any attention.

“Oh! Yeah, sure. Thankfully Sting didn’t take the car today, so I can drive there, it’s really coming down.”

“Yeah...no shit…”

The happy shrieks of the twins could be heard in the background, along with at least three different sound-producing toys. Then the sounds became less audible as Rogue moved away from them a little, muttering something about grandparents and noisy gifts. “It’s a good thing Natsu is there if you’re having issues with your car,” he mused.

“Why?”

“Uhm, cause he’s an auto mechanic.”

“Oh,” Gray felt like an even bigger idiot for being difficult, “I thought he was a bartender.”

“He’s that too, but he used to work as a mechanic in Edolas.” Rogue explained, “Shit, I gotta go. If I want to make it to the community center in time I should get the twins ready now. See you later, call me if I need to pick you up or anything. And Gray?”

“Yeah?”

“Be nice, he’s helping you out,” Rogue reminded him, hanging up before Gray could reply.

Gray sighed, knowing his brother was right. Now that he knew Aki would be taken care of by someone he trusted, he let himself relax. He turned back to his car to see that although the hood of his car was still open, Natsu was nowhere to be found. Gray finally located him, hurrying back with a large toolbox.

“Where did you get that?” Gray asked curiously.

“My car,” Natsu explained as he balanced the toolbox on the radiator, and this was where Gray realized that while he was standing under an umbrella, Natsu was utterly drenched. His usually spiky hair was matted down, while his white button-down shirt stuck to his chest, revealing the taut muscles underneath. Gray quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring, but the image remained in his brain, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt.

Still, he thought he should do something as the rain continued to come down, some of it turning to ice in the chilly October afternoon. He peered at what Natsu was looking at, but it was all just a dark mess to him.

“You might as well just sit in the car, no sense in both of us getting wet.”

“That doesn’t exactly seem fair,” Gray protested, but Natsu only waved him off.

“No offense, but you’ll only get in the way.”

Natsu removed a lantern from his toolbox, turning it on and somehow hanging it from the underside of the hood. He rolled up his sleeves, drying his hands on a small towel and donning a pair of work gloves before grabbing some gadget Gray didn’t recognize and attaching it to the battery.

“I’m going to check the battery’s charge with this multimeter, so we can get a better idea of who the likely culprit is,” Natsu informed him although it felt more like he was talking to himself.

His nose scrunched up cutely as he aimed the lantern at the tool and squinted his eyes, trying to make out the result in the poor lighting, “Well, the good news is your battery seems to be charged. Is this the first time this has happened?”

“Yeah, I bought it a few months ago, but I don’t really use it much,” Gray admitted, the car mostly sat in Lyon’s garage, it wasn’t even registered in his name.

It was just one of the many security measures Lyon insisted on to try to keep him and Aki hidden from his soon to be ex-husband for as long as possible.

Natsu nodded in acknowledgment, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere, and after waiting for a few minutes for him to say anything else, Gray decided to take his advice and go sit in the car. At this point, all he was doing was hovering. Not to mention getting distracted by thoughts he really shouldn’t be having about a clearly straight man who was not only recently widowed but also happened to be the father of one of the few kids Aki seemed to really like.

Gray had to admit Natsu seemed very comfortable working on his car, but it was more than that. Thanks to the illumination of the lantern, Gray had been able to see the expression on Natsu’s face. It was content in a way that he’d had never seen from him before.

He looked like he was actually enjoying himself, making Gray wonder why Natsu would choose to work two jobs as a bartender rather than finding what had to be a higher paying job doing something he clearly enjoyed.

It also reinforced how little he actually knew about the man. He took Natsu’s phone out of his pants pocket, the temptation to look through it overwhelming. However, the car radio suddenly came to life, making him startle enough that he almost dropped the device. The radio was soon followed by the soft glow of the instrument lights.

A light tapping on his window alerted him to Natsu’s presence at the driver’s door. The poor guy looked wetter than before if that was even possible. Gray pushed the window button, and it immediately began to lower.

“Oh good, the electric systems are back! “Natsu remarked brightly at the window’s descent, and the satisfaction in his voice was hard to miss, “Try starting the car now.”

Gray pushed the ignition button, and the car came to life, prompting him to exclaim, “You’re a genius! What was wrong?”

“Your battery connectors were corroded, I cleaned them up,” Natsu explained, “You should be good for a while, but you might want to get it checked out in case it’s a symptom of something else. You don’t want to get stuck somewhere with Aki.”

“Yeah, okay,” Gray agreed, “Oh God, you’re drenched, get in the car!”

Natsu looked down at himself and laughed even though he was shivering a little, “Nah, it’s fine. No sense in getting your car wet, you’ll never get the smell out. Besides, I’m pretty sure I’m as wet as I’m going to get. Can I have my phone back? I need to call in to let them know I’ll be late.”

“Yeah, here,” Gray shoved the phone at Natsu, feeling guilty for almost being caught invading his privacy.

He watched Natsu make his phone call, and he closed the window back up to give him some privacy, but he was still able to listen, “Hey Jellal, I’m gonna be late.”

“No, everything’s fine. I just bumped into a friend who was having car trouble, and now I’m kind of drenched.”

“That full? Oh crap, I forgot all about the Happy Hour, I’m sorry. I’ll just- uhm, I’ll suck it up. Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Bye.”

Gray patted down his shirt, checking to see how wet it was. When he found it mostly dry, he unbuttoned it and quickly took it off and offered it. “Here, take mine.”

He also took out his wallet and pulled out four one thousand jewel notes to give to Natsu for fixing his car.

“Put that away, I’m not going to charge a friend in trouble,” Natsu’s eyes flashed, and Gray had the feeling that he’d managed to insult him.

“Fine, but at least take the shirt, you’re gonna catch your death, and Aki will never forgive me if he can’t play with Atlas because I made you get sick,” he reasoned, trying to salvage the situation as best he could. “Besides you’ve stained yours, you can’t show up to work like that. I’ll get it cleaned for you.”

Natsu looked down at his white shirt and cursed when he saw the state it was in, “Yeah okay, won’t you be uncomfortable with no shirt, though?”

“Nah, I’m used to it, my last job sort of required it,” Gray hedged, not wanting to disclose too much, he felt like he could trust Natsu, but he was too used to keeping things close to the vest.

Natsu burst out laughing, “Don’t tell me you were a stripper?”

Gray frowned, trying to contain his annoyance at the implication, “No, nothing like that.”

“I was just kidding,” Natsu amended with a smile, “Well, let me grab my stuff, and then I’ll change. Do you think I can leave my toolbox with you? If I go back to my car again, I’m going to be really late.”

“Yeah, sure,” Gray tried to ignore the giddy feeling in his stomach at the thought that he would see him again soon.

While Natsu collected his belongings, Gray put the shirt in the car so it wouldn’t get any wetter than it already was, and then he ran back inside the grocery store and purchased a large coffee from their cafe. He received a few strange looks at his shirtless state, but no one said anything to him.

Natsu was just closing the hood of the car when Gray came out with the hot drink. He hurried over to his car to help cover Natsu with the umbrella while he changed. Not yet aware of his presence Natsu picked up the toolbox and walked back to the driver’s side, setting it down next to him. He searched through its contents removing a small towel. He unbuttoned his soaked and dirty shirt quickly and used the towel to dry himself off as much as possible, seemingly uncaring of anyone watching. Gray stood hypnotized, his eyes following Natsu’s every move until he realized what he was doing.

He soon averted his eyes, knowing if Natsu looked up, he’d see just how flustered he was making him. The ground. Yeah, the ground was good. The expanding circles caused by raindrops landing in the puddles provided a temporary distraction. At the same time, he sheltered Natsu from the rain with the umbrella, following him as he grabbed the shirt Gray had left for him on the driver’s seat.

“Much better, thanks, Gray!” Natsu exclaimed cheerfully.

Gray had thought it was safe to look back up again, now that Natsu was wearing his shirt, but he hadn’t been prepared for the blinding smile that was on his face, or how hot Natsu would look wearing his shirt and both things hit him like a freight train.

“Yeah...no problem,” he mumbled, holding out the cup of coffee. “Uhm...for you. I didn’t know how you drink your coffee, so-” he reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a handful of packets of creamer and sugar. When he gave them to Natsu, their hands touched, and Gray really shouldn’t have felt the way he did about that. Why was this happening to him now? He didn’t have the emotional bandwidth to even deal with the idea of being interested in anyone yet, let alone this potential disaster that stood in front of him.

“Can you pop the trunk so I can put the toolbox in there?”

“Just give it to me, I’ll put it on the passenger seat, I’ve got groceries in the trunk, and I don’t want Aki getting into it in the backseat.”

Natsu grunted his agreement, handing the toolbox over before teasing, “I sure hope you didn’t buy ice cream.”

“It’s October, Natsu,” Gray reminded him, “It wouldn’t melt anyway.”

Natsu’s eyes twinkled with mirth, “You really need to lighten up, dude. I know, that was a joke.”

“Oh,” Gray replied awkwardly, “Right.”

“Anyway, I gotta go, don’t want to get on Jellal’s bad side,” Natsu grabbed his umbrella from Gray, waiting until he got back in the car. “Drive safe, it’s really coming down,” he cautioned, giving a friendly wave before heading off towards Crime Sorciere.

Gray watched him walk away before realizing he hadn’t even thanked him. “Natsu!”

Natsu turned around mid-step and waited to see what Gray wanted.

“Thank you.”

Natsu nodded his head in acknowledgment, rewarding him with one last smile and a wave before turning around and continuing his walk to work.

Gray remained in the parking lot until he could no longer see him, and then he drove to Rogue’s house to pick up his son.

0-0

“How hard do you think it is to get a GED?” Gray asked Lyon later that night.

“Huh? Why would you care about that? You graduated high school ages ago.” Lyon put the legal book he’d been studying on his desk, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes before peering at Gray with interest.

“Well, I found out from Sting that Natsu can’t work as a mechanic in Magnolia cause he never finished high school,” Gray explained, squirming under Lyon’s gaze.

“I knew this was going to happen,” Lyon massaged his forehead, “You can’t afford to do this right now, Gray.”

“Do what? I just asked a simple question,” Gray groused.

“Right, how long have I known you?” Lyon snickered at him.

“Nevermind, I’ll look it up online,” Gray grumbled, typing in the search term and pointedly ignoring the question.

“Gray,” Lyon said in a softer voice, “What is this about?”

“He helped me out today, I just want to repay the favor, that’s all.”

“Do you remember that girl your sophomore year at Lamia, what was her name?”

“Oh God, do not bring her up!”

Lyon started to laugh, “You had such a raging hard-on for her you taught yourself Astronomy, to get her through her class and you into her pants. This reminds me of that.”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted me to make new friends?”

“Friends yes, crushes on handsome straight guys while in the middle of a divorce, no.”

Gray wanted to protest, but he knew it was a losing battle, Lyon knew him too well for him to get away with a lie, “It’s not like that, I mean yes I might feel something for him, but I have no intention of doing anything about it. It’s just, the guy’s killing himself working two jobs and taking care of his kids, and if he took this test and passed it, his life would improve.”

“Besides, I don’t know how to explain it, but I feel like we’re similar in some ways. We’re both stuck at a certain point in our lives. But unlike me, all Natsu has to do to get back to doing what he enjoys is pass a test. Well, four tests apparently,” he corrected after looking at the screen.” I want to help him get there, as a friend.”

Lyon snapped his fingers suddenly, “Karen Lilica, that was her name.”

“Thank you for buying him a deluxe study guide, you��re too kind,” Gray retorted as he entered Lyon’s credit card information on the online form and completing the order.

Lyon snorted good-naturedly, not upset in the slightest, “Natsu’s a good guy. If this really does help him, I’m happy to do whatever I can. Just please watch yourself, I don’t want to see either of you get hurt.”

“I told you, this is strictly platonic,” Gray complained, even though he knew it was not only pointless but also a bit of a stretch.

“I’m pretty sure your dick has no clue what that means,” Lyon noted before putting his glasses back on and returning to his book, somehow managing to dodge the pillow Gray threw at him.

0-0

Three Days later

Natsu heard a knock on his front door and hurried to look through the peephole.

Gray?

Gray Fullbuster was indeed standing outside his door, holding his toolbox in one hand and two large coffees in a cardboard holder from Magnolia Bean in the other. Aki stood next to him, holding a tote bag.

Natsu had no idea why his sort of friend was standing outside his door, but he’d been feeling kind of down after dropping Hana at school that morning, so he welcomed the company. He opened the door, beaming when Aki offered him one of his rare smiles before handing him the tote bag.

“Atlas?” Aki asked, hiding his hands behind his back and looking down at the floor.

“Come in, I’ll go get him,” Natsu beckoned them inside, closing the door behind them. Before he ever had a chance to locate his son Atlas had already made his presence known, jumping up and down and clapping happily as he recognized his friend.

Natsu and Gray wore matching dopey expressions as they watched Atlas drag Aki over to the playroom.

“Here let me take that,” Realizing that Gray was still holding the coffee and the toolbox, Natsu quickly grabbed the cardboard holder and motioned for Gray to put the toolbox down by the entrance.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?”

He could have sworn that Gray looked nervous, which was unusual, given that generally he just seemed kind of grumpy.

“Look inside the bag,” Gray ordered, his voice sounding gruff.

Natsu led Gray to the breakfast nook that was right off the kitchen, setting the holder down carefully on the round table. “Are you hungry? There are some muffins my sister made,” he offered politely.

“Just look in the bag,” Gray repeated, and this time Natsu was sure of it. Whatever was in the bag was making his friend nervous.

“Alriiight, “he drawled. He peered inside the bag to find his shirt, which had been dry cleaned. Natsu smirked, thinking the service might have cost more than the shirt itself. Inside the bag, there was also a book.

GED Study Guide 2020 All Subjects: All Subjects Test Prep & Practice Test Questions

“What’s this?” Natsu looked down at the book in his hands, not knowing how he was supposed to react.

“Look, Sting told me about why you can’t get a job as a mechanic,” Gray confessed, “All you have to do is pass this stupid test, and you can go back to it.”

Natsu stared at Gray in dismay, “It’s not that simple, I wasn’t even good at school when I was in it.”

“You’re not going to do it alone, I’m going to help you,” Gray assured him, “I once got a girl through Astronomy, without knowing a thing about it beforehand, you’re in great hands!”

“I don’t know,” Natsu hedged, remembering how hard studying had always been for him. Half the time, the information wouldn’t stick in his head, not to mention he had a hard time sitting still.

“Natsu, you can do this, trust me,” Gray’s intensity was a little intimidating, but Natsu was beginning to get fired up by the idea. It would be nice to have a regular day job again.

“Look, the test is broken up into four subjects, and you can take each one separately. We can focus on one subject at a time, and even if you don’t pass the first time, you can keep retaking it until you do. You can do this!” Gray repeated, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“Okay, calm down there,” Natsu removed Gray’s arms from his shoulders, frowning at the change in the other man’s expression. Did he look hurt?

He shook the thought away, that was ridiculous. He looked down at the book again, touched that Gray had obviously put so much effort into this.

“I just cleaned your battery connectors. You didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”

“Do you enjoy being a bartender?”

“It’s okay,” Natsu shrugged, he didn’t really enjoy getting hit on constantly, but the tips were good.

“Wouldn’t you rather be working on cars? I saw the way you looked when you worked on my car man. You were happy. I’ve never seen you look like that when you tend bar. You literally have nothing to lose, unless it’s because I’m the one helping you?”

Natsu laughed, “Guilt, really?”

Gray shrugged, “Figured it was worth a try.”

Natsu sighed, “I really hope neither one of us ends up regretting this.”

“It’ll be great, and the kids can play while we work. What’s your schedule like?”

They sat at the table, sipping their coffee and exchanging schedules. Once they had agreed on what days to meet Gray became serious.

“Alright, let’s get started!” He took the book from Natsu’s hands, and determined, laid it out on the table. “Didn’t you say something about muffins?”

“You want to start now?” Natsu’s eyes widened in surprise. This was not how he’d imagined his day would go, he needed time to process everything they’d just discussed. He was slightly nervous about the idea of picking up his studies after so many years, but if all went well, he’d be able to find a job doing something that he loved. He wouldn’t have to deal with late-night shifts anymore, and he’d have more time and energy to spend with his kids.

“Yes, now, you idiot,” Gray sighed, “What subject do you want to start with? There’s Math, Science, Social Studies and Reasoning Through Language Arts.”

“They all sound impossible,” Natsu muttered under his breath before replying, “Just pick one, I doubt it will make much difference.”

“Math it is!,” Gray answered in what passed as cheerful for him, “You might need it for Science so we might as well get it done first.”

Natsu glanced into the playroom to see Atlas playing with Aki, both boys looking happy in their own little world, and wished his life were still that simple. With a sigh, he got up to grab the muffins from the kitchen, trying to muster up some enthusiasm for the torture he knew lay ahead of him.

A/N: We are very excited to finally enter into the gratsu portion of our AU. We hope to follow their relationship after the events of She Was My Home, (you don't need to read it to follow but it might help), all the way to them becoming a couple. This is the first of eight stories we hope to publish for this event. They will be posted in chronological order, rather than prompt order.  We really hope you enjoy their journey!

@fuckyeahgratsu

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His Obsession Chapter 5

A/N: Hey, guys. I had some time, so here’s chapter five. Things get pretty intense in this one. Just a quick note about Arthur’s diary entrees: I know a lot of the words are misspelled, and I tried to be creative and do that, but auto correct kept messing it up, so the words are spelled correctly. I hope that’s okay. I hope you like it.

Chapter 5

Ashe walked over to the table and carefully opened the notebook. It seemed Arthur was using it as both a personal diary and a book of jokes. The jokes were pretty tame. It surprised Ashe she figured the jokes would be a lot worse considering Arthur is so strange. ‘He must be trying to get into comedy.’ She continued flipping through pages and a personal entry. ‘I went to the pharmacy to get my medications today. Someone cut in front of me, like I wasn’t even there. I would have thought he would ask if it was okay if he went ahead of me, but no. He didn’t ask. No one ever asks. Everyone just walks right past me, it’s like I don’t exist. Why is everyone so rude?’ Ashe continued flipping through the pages. There were several pictures of naked women from magazines. There were also drawings of more naked women sketched next to some joke entries. Ashe knew it was normal for men to have interests in pornography. She would have put it out of her mind, but it was excessive. The drawings and magazine clippings were scattered throughout a bunch of pages. ‘This is kind of perverse. Does Arthur think of me like this?’ It made her feel sick. She didn’t want to think about it.

She read another personal entry. ‘Randall and the guys got me another...date tonight. It was my fourth date with a woman. I guess I can’t really call it a date, can I? If a woman has to be paid to go out with me and have sex with me, it’s not a real relationship. I know it’s more for the guys’ benefit than mine. It’s not all bad. All of the women have been nice to me. They even showed me how to please a woman. This time, I actually felt confident. I’m glad I didn’t doubt myself as much as I have been in the past. She enjoyed herself. It was a very sweet moment, and while I enjoyed it too, I want a real relationship. Well, if I ever get a girlfriend, at least I have an idea of what she’ll like.’ Ashe kept reading. ‘I met with the social worker today. As usual, she never listens. She just asks the same questions every week. She told me social services are getting cut. I can’t believe this shit. How am I supposed get my medications now? Can it get any worse than this?’

Unfortunately, it did. Ashe felt a little sorry for Arthur. She kept reading. ‘I got jumped by some kids today while I was working. They stole the sign, Hoyt called me into his office. When I told him what happened, he didn’t believe me he said he would be taking the sign out of my paycheck. He said he would give me another chance, but he also told me the guys think I’m weird. He said when I’m working at the hospital entertaining sick kids I make the mothers uncomfortable. Why? What did I do wrong? I just want to make people laugh, to see them happy.’

Ashe became unsettled by the next entries. They were about her. ‘Today actually ended on a high note for me. One of my fits of laughter started up, and the guy sitting next to me was about to beat me up. But a pretty girl stopped him. I couldn’t believe it. She noticed me. She actually cared. She gave me my card. Her smile was so pretty, she seemed happy. How could she be happy in this city? She said her name is Ashe. I want to know more about her. I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s not like the women in my magazines at all. She’s a good person. I can tell by the warmth in her eyes and her smile. Penny, who I thought was my mom, never showed much concern for me only herself and Thomas Wayne. Well, I don’t need to worry about that anymore. I gave her what she deserved. I need someone like Ashe. I need her warmth, I need her compassion.’ It got worse as she came to the next page. ‘I got fired from my job yesterday. I guess I won’t be working as a clown for Ha-Ha’s anymore.’ Ashe felt a chill go down her spine. ‘A clown? No, he couldn’t be...’ There was still more of the entry to read so she kept going. ‘That fucking lying piece of shit Randall got me fired. He fucking told Hoyt I bought the gun off him. If I ever see him, I’ll...well, it doesn’t matter. I probably won’t see him again anyway. I was heading home on the subway, and three Wall Street pricks were harassing a girl. She looked over to me as if she was asking for help. It was the only time I was grateful to have an uncontrollable laughing fit. The shit heads directed their attention to me and the girl got away. They were beating me up and I shot them with the gun. The third guy tried to get away. I wasn’t gonna let that happen. I cornered him and shot him. I know that girl was grateful. Three less miserable little piss ants around to make people’s lives hell. I feel pretty damn good. I feel even better since I saw Ashe tonight. I was just taking a walk, and there she was. What was she doing alone at night in the city? I saw her give a sandwich to a homeless man. I was right. She’s genuinely a nice person. I know what I have to do. I have to keep her safe, I have to protect her from Gotham. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and happy. I love her.’

Ashe swallowed and kept reading. ‘I’ve been following Ashe for about a week now. I know where she works, what her favorite coffee is, her cute mannerisms. She lives in the same building as me. I went inside her apartment while she was at work. It was easy enough to get inside since the lock is broken. She’s so trusting and fearless. That night when she was walking down the street, it made me think that homeless man could have done something awful to her. She could have been that girl on the subway, but not as lucky. She can easily be taken advantage of. I won’t let that happen. I’ll bring her here so she’ll always be safe. We won’t have to worry about anything. We’ll have each other.’ Ashe couldn’t read any more. She closed the notebook.

Ashe’s mind was racing. ‘Shit. He said he would protect me from danger. He said he would protect me from the clown. He’s the clown. This whole fucking time...he’s the killer. Oh, God. Oh fuck, no. I’ve got to get out of here. I’ve got to tell someone.’ She saw the phone, but before she could get to it, she heard the lock turn. He was back. Arthur came in. He was soaked, his wet hair hung in his face. Ashe panicked. “What’s wrong, babydoll?” Ashe couldn’t answer him. He was trying to calm her down, but she wouldn’t. He had no choice but to use a sedative. He got one out of the drawer, and filled the syringe. Ashe never saw it. Arthur held her tightly in his grip. Ashe couldn’t break free. Arthur held her still and injected her with the sedative. “Shhh. Good girl. That’s it. There we go. You can sleep now.” Ashe began to calm down and passed out.

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Excuse me! But where is my Sanders Sides Gamer AU???

Voices in my head: Gee Bunny, it seems you have no problem writing a lot of other fics and stuff yet you still haven’t even finished the next chapter of your Spiderverse fic???

Me: SHUT THE FUCK UP DISEMBODIED VOICES IN MY HEAD!!! IF YOU WANT THAT FIC DONE SO BADLY TELL MY LOGIC AND CREATIVITY TO GET THEIR ASSES IN GEAR AND GIVE ME SOME GOD DAMN INSPIRATION!!!!

Voices in my head:.....

Me: Yeah, that’s what I thought! Anyways, idk if I just missed a memo or something but I haven’t seen any Gamer AU of my boys and that is a crime in and of itself! Like, how dare! But fret not, I am here to provide content (Read: headcannons) that you did not ask for! Let us begin! Or should I say start!

(please note that I am not a gaming expert so feel free to add or correct stuff)

NOW WITH A PART 2!!!!

MAIN SQUAD

Roman Rosewood

Obviously loves RPGs! Anything with a good story line really! Or has medieval fantasy aesthetic!

Skyrim, Diablo, Undertale, Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Fallout, Red Dead Redemption, Undertales, Dragon Age, God of War Dark Souls, Assassins Creed, Earthbound, etc.

Played West of Loathing just so he could rip on it but actually ended up loving it and spending way to many hours playing. Then he found out there was a game called Kingdom of Loathing by the same creators and went down that rabbit hole as well.

He was iffy about getting into JRPGs but then Virgil convinced him to play Persona 5 and he absolutely fell in love with the music!

All the music in his phone is either from musicals or Video games!

Also really likes choose your own adventure games like Detroit: Become Human, Life is Strange, and Telltale Games

So much video game merch! Usually figurines because he likes to make little shelves and display cases for them.

He also really likes multiplayer games because he’s a social butterfly and likes to play with his squad.

Sucks at first person shooter games but still willingly plays Fortnight or Call of Duty or Left for Dead with his friends because he doesn’t want to be a drag and complain. But also they sometimes die in game in the most hilarious ways and it just leaves everybody wheezing.

Virgil Dante

Horror games, obvs!

All about that dark aesthetic!

Devil May Cry, Silent Hill, Fran Bow, Sally Face, Resident Evil, The Witch’s House, Amnesia, Little Nightmares, Bendy and The Ink Machine, Alice: Madness Returns, SCP-Containment, Pony Island, etc.

Yes, he’s played all the Five Nights At Freddy’s games. It’s a good series and it isn’t his fault the fandom is bat shit crazy and full of ten year olds! Fuck you Roman!

Every time the Walking Dead comes out he knows he’ll end up crying by the end of it. He and the squad make and event out of it.

Japanese horror games are usually his favorite because they deal more with the psychological aspects of horror instead of the jump scares

So, yes, he’s also a fan of Corps Party and Fatal Frame

Also really good at first person shooters because he has a really steady hand (you usually have to when playing horror games least you want to restart the level) and it pisses Roman off to no end every time Virgil randomly headshots him.

Usually likes to by merch in the form of posters, t-shirts, or beanies. He only buys figurines if it’s a game he really, really likes.

At first didn’t know why people kept bugging him to play Doki Doki Literature Club but then he finally caved and...oh...that’s why.

Logan Mill

My boy loves puzzle and strategy games yo!

Legend of Zelda, Portal, Tetris, Unravel, World of Goo, Inside, Limbo, Pokemon, Shadow of the Colossus, StarCraft, Command and Conquer, Age of Empire, Heart of Iron, World of Warcraft, etc.

He likes Overwatch but doesn’t like playing with people online so he usual solos or asks the others to play. But that too usually ends in chaos.

Hates rage games because he gets frustrated easily and has broken at least four keyboards and two controllers

He still plays them anyways because he can beat it damn it! Just give him a minute!

Enjoys the God of War series despite all the mythological inaccuracies

He plays a lot of Minecraft to relax or destress and has build beautiful works of architecture and sometimes entire cities.

He thought it was stupid and childish and was embarrassed about it for a long time until the squad came over to his house one day uninvited and caught him playing. He was getting ready for them to make fun of him but they instead gushed about how AMAZING everything looked and how TALENTED he was for building all himself.

Logan ends up showing them how to play afterwards and they work together to make weird sculptures and complex tunnels underground.

He likes practical merch like backpacks, coffee mugs, pencil holders, notebooks, ect. as well as a few t-shirts and novelty ties.

Yes, he does collect Pokemon cards!

Patton Adley

Silly dating sims, farming games, and any cute game really! Plus a few side scroller games!

Stardew Valley, Harvest Moon, Slime Rancher, The Sims, Dream Daddy, Animal Crossing, Kirby, Monster Prom, Hatoful Boyfriend, Scribblenauts, Night In The Woods, Ni Nu Kuni, etc.

Big Nintendo fan!

He made the mistake of playing Doki Doki Literature Club without reading the warning tags and regrets it immensely...still a good game though.

He did the same thing with Huni Pop but that one made him laugh more then anything and he kind of got addicted to it. Then he found out there was a sequel called HuniCam so he went down that rabbit hole too.

He likes a lot of phone app games too like Cut the Rope, Neko Atsume, and Candy Crush.

Loves trashy dating app games, he thinks they’re so funny and cheesy

He was addicted to Mystic Messenger for a long while

Just because he has his preference doesn’t mean he won’t try other games too, Logan got him hooked on World of Warcraft (though really he did that to everyone), Virgil showed him Hollow Knight, and Roman suggested he play Undertales.

Prefers merch in the form of plushies and key chains!

He likes to bake and decorate cookies, cakes and pastries in the form of his favorite video game characters.

RED SQUAD

Duncan [Deceit] Adley (Patton’s twin)

A lot of first person shooter and combat games!

Doom Series, Super Smash Bros, Mortal Combat, Halo, Fortnight, Grand Theft Auto, Street Fighter, Tekken, Soul Calibur, Half-Life, Team Fortress, Destiny, Wolfenstein, Bio Shock, Splatoon, PUBg etc.

Patton was the one that introduced him to Splatoon and he won’t admit that it’s actually super fun.

Doesn’t mind story driven games and RPGs but he really just wants something he can zone out to and relax

He likes to troll people online, mainly assholes picking on little kids who just want to play.

He once teamed up with a group of kids on Call of Duty solely for the purpose of collectively kicking the asses of this groups of so called “real gamers” that were being jerks.

Has memorized all the combos! He doesn’t have time to sit and look up a cool finishing move, he needs it now!

Always mains the weakest/most useless character in fighting games and still manages to kick everyone’s ass.

Doesn’t have a preference in merch and usually grabs whatever he likes be it figurines, t-shirts, posters, plushies, or whatever, so long as he likes the game it comes from.

Has several tattoos from his favorite games

Emile Picani

Classic retro games, cartoonish games, and Nintendo are his jam broham!

Mario, Classic Sonic, Paper Boy, Transylvania, Spyro, Pac Man, All the Saga Disney games, Duck Hunt, Mario Kart, Galaga, Mega Man, Donkey Kong, Secret of Mana, Banjo-Kazooie, Conker’s Bad Fur Day, etc.

Absolutely fell in love with Shovel Knight when it came out!

Remy got him into all the indie pixel games: Towerfall, Terraria, Owlboy, Hotline Miami, Papers Please, Celeste, One Shot, etc.

Duncan was the one that introduced him to Cuphead and the usually play it together and see how far each of them can go without dying.

The game is difficult but the art is still so breathtaking!

Likes the occasional psychological thriller game

Bet Virgil showed him Alice: Madness Returns and Doki Doki Literature Club (after he’s played it of course)

Likes plushies and figurine merch with the occasional poster and coffee mug.

Likes to doodle a lot of his fav video game characters and cartoons and is actually really good at it. He helped design most of Duncan’s tattoos.

Remy Knightly

Likes a lot of indie games and old online flash games!

The Stanley Parables, Oxenfree, Inside, Firewatch, Super MeatBoy, The Binding of Issac, Donut County, Henry Stickman series, Impossible Quiz, Crush the Castle series, Hyper Light Drifter, etc.

He always gets everybody hooked on one game or another

He convinced everyone to play Undertales so for like a month they all went through a HUGE Undertales faze.

Was the actual, ACTUAL one that showed Duncan Cuphead because he knew the dork would be reminded of Emile because of the animation and would want to show it to him and play multiplayer (*cough* subtle matchmaker *cough*)

(Do not be fooled, he is a pinning boy himself)

Is up to date in all the gossip of the latest games and consuls, indie or mainstream! He’s in the know, know and if you need to know something chances are Remy probably knows it.

Weeds out through all the indie horror games for Virgil and recommends what he thinks are the best ones.

Same thing with Logan and his puzzle games, he’s usually is able to find very strange ones and Logan seems to likes those best.

Obviously has a lot of merch in coffee mug and thermal form as well as a few key chains.

Occasionally streams on Twitch with Duncan and Emile (sometimes inviting the main squad too), they’re commentary is usual hilarious.

[katandabbieslife]

December 1st, Abbies 22nd! Part 1.

It kind of goes without saying, but when you truly love someone, you want them to always be happy - you want EVERY day to be a great day for them. Of course, that doesn't always happen because life happens. So all of us have shitty days, and we deal with them because we have to. Some days just end up being like that. Abbie and I both know that, and we both do a really good job of doing whatever it takes to make sure the other one has a good day. It doesn't mean the other never has a bad one, but it does mean that we always know each other's happiness is something that is always being considered. And THAT means everything. That doesn't make us special, it just makes us in love.

 So we try to make EVERY day better for the other. But there are certain days where we do our best to go above and beyond our usual to ensure all that we can that the other has an unforgettable day. Birthdays are just such days. When Abbie turned 22 a couple months ago (December 1st), I had made a promise to myself that I would do everything in my power to make sure that it would end up being a day and night that she would never not only never forget, but one that she would never want to. Despite a number of things that would end up going wrong, I think I succeeded.

 A funny thing happens when it comes to "perfect days" when you really think about. They don't tend to be the days where everything went exactly according to plan. Sometimes they don't come close to following the way you had things planned out, and the unexpected deviations from the original plans help make it even better. That was certainly the case on Abbie's birthday, where my carefully laid out plans blew up in our fucking faces and we still had what I think we both would agree was indeed a perfect day.

 The plan was fairly simple. The morning would start with me making breakfast in bed for Abbie. We would spend the first part of the day together alone. I would give her her presents and we would get lunch and I would take her shopping. Then it was gonna be girls night out at a few of our favorite bars. While readers of us know from the past that we both REALLY like guys too, this day and night were going to be just the girls. I had invited several of our mutual friends (and some who mostly know her from her classes at school). We would party at the bar or bars and get a little fucked up and just act our age mostly lol. And then I had asked two of our closest friends, Madison and Heather, to come back to our apartment to spend the night. It was planned so perfectly in my head. Those plans all started to become fucked up with the very first part of the big day: my breakfast in bed I was going to make her.

 (***Spoiler alert: I have no fucking business being in a kitchen unless it's to eat lol.***)

 Abbie's birthday happened to fall on a Saturday, a day in which we usually sleep in, which worked perfectly. I wanted Abbie to sleep in because I wanted to do something special for her and make her breakfast in bed. As in, you know, actually cook for her! I guess I just somehow assumed that I would suddenly and magically know how to cook on this day. It never occurred to me that since I've never been able to cook anything edible prior to that day that I might actually struggle to do so ON that day. And did I ever struggle to do so 😂😂!

 Omelets are good and Abbie likes them and we don't have them that often. So I had gone online and figured out how to make them (don't laugh just because I had to Google "how to make an omelet." I had already (somewhat discretely) bought all the ingredients I would need the day before. I am fully aware that omelets might be easy to make if you actually know how to make stuff. I don't. (I can't even spell the fuckin word, as auto correct keeps pointing out lol). Apparently they were literally one of the worst things I could have picked. I followed everything just like it said but couldn't get them to fold at all. I flipped more shit out of the pan than I was able to keep in the pan. And pretty soon I was horrified to discover that there was no way in hell that what I was making was going to resemble an omelet. So I'm kind of freaking out but then I realize that it just was turning into loaded scrambled eggs, and I could just pretend that was what I was going to make all along! She was still sleeping despite my brief but rather loud little burst of strong language after fucking up the omelet. So scrambled eggs it would be! They are easier to spell anyway...

 But ... nope. Scrambled eggs it wouldn't be. Apparently you can't leave them unattended for very long. I went to get bread to make toast since that goes with scrambled eggs (and since it's pretty hard to fuck up toast), but I got distracted when thinking about what else I could make to make it a perfect breakfast. Did you know you can burn scrambled eggs? I didn't. Turns out you can. You can also melt the spatula into the scrambled eggs if it's made out of plastic or rubber or whatever and you just leave it unattended in the skillet. Also, in case anyone is wondering, the smoke alarms in our apartment work perfectly.

 So that was Abbie's breakfast in bed. It never made it off the stove. She woke up terrified to the sounds of the smoke alarm and me crying in the kitchen and suddenly she came running naked out of the bedroom to witness both her girlfriend and our spatula melting down. I was a blubbering mess, saying through tears something like, "I just wanted to make you breakfast in bed." So here it is, the morning of her 22nd birthday and a day in which I wanted to make it all about her, and here she is comforting me. The day had literally just started and my hopes of giving her a perfect day were already ruined. I said as much to her, mumbling through tears something like, "I just wanted it to be a perfect day for you." As Abbie pulled me into her and hugged me tightly, she did what she so often does: she made me feel better with her words. She said, "Listen, we are together. Every day we are together is a perfect day." Even though I know that was a bit of a stretch, she had instantly and very effectively settled me down. Have I mentioned how much I love my girl?

 After our embrace, I just blurted out, "But I melted our spatula!" It was just a spontaneous, ridiculous thing to say, but we both had a much needed laugh, which also made me feel better. I said, "I really am sorry. I just wanted to give you breakfast in bed." Abbie replied, "Just give me breakfast on the counter instead." I gave her kind of a puzzled look and she just slowly started nudging me backwards toward the counter and licked her lips. I just smiled because I knew exactly what she meant.

 As my ass reached the counter, I hopped up on it. I was only wearing an oversized t-shirt, nothing else. Of course, that's one more article of clothing than Abbie was wearing. As I got myself situated on the countertop, I pulled the shirt off over my head and tossed it across the room as Abbie spread my legs apart. As my bald pussy slowly spread open, I leaned back on the counter and braced myself with my elbows. I bent my legs at the knees, but kept them spread wide open as Abbie's tongue began licking me. She tongued my ass before licking my pussy bottom to top. When she reached my clit, she toyed with it some with the end of her tongue before sliding  back down a little and putting her tongue all the way into my increasingly wet cunt like it was a cock. In and out, over and over, she slow fucked me with her tongue. As I lay on the counter convulsing, she slowly slid her middle finger into my asshole. I was moaning something like "Jesus Christ" as Abbie's finger fucked my ass and her tongue fucked my pussy. The pace gradually increased, with perfectly timed thrusts in both holes which kept completely in step with each other. My moans turned into screams until I wrapped my legs around her head and came in her mouth.

 Here it is, her special day and it is she providing ME with complete pleasure. It hardly seemed fair, but I wasn't about to complain. I was still shaking too much from such a seismic fuckin orgasm that I wasn't in any position to complain anyway. All I could offer was a meek "You're still getting breakfast in bed." And she did. Corn flakes and a banana lol. As I brought her a tray into the bedroom, I said, "We both know you are worth so much more than this to me. But I literally can't burn this breakfast!" And I know it probably sounds a little over the top or even ridiculous to some people, but I fed her the cereal myself, every single bite. By God, if I couldn't cook for her then I was going to feed her. It was something that wasn't planned at all and just happened, and it made me feel much better about things. Abbie ALWAYS takes care of me, and this was just a silly little thing I could do to feel like I'm taking care of her. After the last bite, I licked up all the milk that dribbled off onto her as I fed her. And sang Happy Birthday to her and kissed her and told her I've never wanted anything more in my life than to be her wife.

 Then I fucked her with the banana and made her cum just as hard as she had made me orgasm.

 Abbie's birthday had started off far from perfect, but it was already quite memorable. And it had only just begun.

 After Abbie and I had yet another epic fuck in bed that morning, we took our customary shower together. Rarely do we shower without each other. It's just kind of become our thing. We really enjoy showers and baths together. Baths are typically done at nighttime when we have more time, and are as much about relaxing as anything else. Sometimes we sit on the same side of the tub, usually with her in front of me since she is so much tinier than me. But just as often when bathing together, we sit at opposite ends of the tub. Often we just relax and maybe smoke a little while in the tub, and often we just lay in there staring at each other. It's usually reflective. But showers are often wild. A lot of kissing and fingering and toys, etc. We tend to get way more dirty before we ever think about getting clean in the shower. But on this morning, we had both already had massive orgasms and so it didn't turn out to be a wild shower ride like so many of them become lol. Instead, we just stood and made out as the water cascaded down on us. A very long, deep, highly passionate kiss. The kind you feel all the way down to your toes. I'm writing this quite a bit after the fact, so I can't remember for sure, but I'm almost positive that neither of us even put a finger in the other one's pussy during that particular shower. That's pretty unusual for one of our showers! But we sure had one of the longest and best kisses I can ever remember. Then we finally got around to washing each other and getting clean.

 The rest of my plans for Abbie's "perfect day" were as follows: we would head downtown to Caffé D’arte, one of Abbie's and my favorite coffee shops. The best Italian coffee on the planet! Then we would do some shopping downtown at some of the quaint boutiques that Boise has to offer. I wanted part of her birthday present to be a new outfit to wear that night. From there we would grab a late lunch, then hit the liquor store to stock up for the pre-party party at our apartment with the girls. Then we would head to her favorite nightclub (and another bar or two, probably) and party the night away before returning to our place with Madi and Heather, who were going to stay the night. It was a full day, but I knew the odds of pulling everything off from there on out had gotten much better now that I would no longer be required to be in the kitchen 😂😂

 What could possibly go wrong, right? Well, start with the weather lol. We knew snow was forecast for that day, but that wasn't really a concern. While the mountains were expected to get more, we were only forecast to get less than an inch in Boise proper. Not enough to hamper our plans! So weather wasn't going to affect our plans at all.

 Except, of course, it would.

 As we headed to the coffee shop for our first stop on our afternoon out, flurries were already falling. Which again isn't a big deal. When you live in Idaho, you are used to snow. But you also can FEEL the weather, meaning you can sense what it's going to do. I grew up in Kansas and I can equate it to thunderstorms there. You've been in enough of them and you can just feel what it's going to do before it does it. The sky, the wind, the feel of the air, etc. You just know. And I've found the same holds true in Boise when it comes to snow. And I know as I parked my car and Abbie and I were walking to our Italian coffee spot, that we weren't going to get less than an inch of snow that day. There was a snowstorm in the air. But we proceeded with plans as usual, at least for the time being.

 After a couple cups of amazing coffee, we hit up a few of the boutiques/stores downtown. It was in the third or fourth one we went to, Voxn Clothing, that Abbie found the perfect outfit. Abbie is the perfect combination of cute, adorable, beautiful, and sexy. And this outfit accentuated all of those traits. When she tried it on and showed me, I just wanted to tackle her right there by the dressing room and fuck her in front of whoever happened to be in the store at the time. But I restrained myself and didn't pounce on my lil birthday girl right then. There would be plenty of time for that later!

 By the time we got done shopping, it was actually closer to dinner time than it was lunch time. So we decided on a light, early dinner rather than a late lunch. Abbie picked Asiago's, and because it was already 4:00, we didn't want to eat too much since we were going to be drinking before too long. But we needed something in our tummies, so we both ordered bruschetta and Abbie had a glass of wine that I stole a few sips from.  As we left the restaurant and walked to the car, the snow had begun falling harder than just the flurries of earlier. It was completely obvious that the weather forecasters had missed the mark and that we were going to end up with way more than their forecasted amount of "a trace to an inch" of snow. And while I was suddenly glad that Abbie isn't nearly as big of a sports fan as me (if she had been, we would have been spending her birthday evening at the Fresno State vs. Boise State football game!). The wind and cold and snow made me glad we weren't doing that! Yes, I would have liked to watch the game. But this was my girl's night. This night was about her, not me. I vowed to not even watch any of the game on TV or follow it on my phone. (Turns out I never even thought about the game that night.)

 But it was time to talk about whether there was going to have to be a change of plans. The weather was getting increasingly more shitty and we needed to figure out if it was the best night to be bar hopping. I was wondering in the back of my mind if it was going to be such a good idea to go bar hopping on this night, but I didn't want to ask it aloud because my baby girl had her sexy new dress and we had been talking about it and going out was going to be part of the "perfect day." But it was Abbie who said it first. I hadn't even driven two blocks when she said, "So what do you think about just staying in tonight?" I asked what SHE thought about It, and she said she thought it would be a good idea. We knew we needed input from the other girls who were going to be going out with us that night, so we decided to call/text them to see if they were even still planning on getting out that night, and if they were, if they would be okay with just partying at our place. Abbie and I decided we would cover the Uber for any of the girls needing rides to or from our apartment that night. We had previously discussed just seeing if they might be interested in having a slumber party that night, just seeing if any or all of them wanted to just spend the night. But neither of us really wanted to do that because we knew Madison and Heather were spending the night. Those are our two besties lol. And I had spent much of the week discussing in detail some of the sexual adventures we had planned for Abbie's birthday night. So we really didn't want a bunch of other people spending the night. A pussy can only hold so many tongues and fingers anyway 😂😂

 The original plan was going to be 10 of us girls. Abbie and me, of course, and Madi (who had the night free from her boyfriend) and Heather (who is single), who would both be staying the night. Toni and Nicole, or Ebony and Ivory as I affectionately refer to them (yeah I know it ain't very original, but they think it's cute!), our interracial couple friends who are in an open relationship, had been invited. Karen (in a relationship with a guy) and Amber (somehow still single lol) were two other friends who were also on the list, as well as a lesbian couple from our floor who we've just been getting to know, Kammy and Ariel, a tall brunette and fiery redhead who seem like a lot of fun, and who we hope to start spending more time with! So that was the 10 invitees.

 After calling and coordinating, it turned out to be 8 girls. Karen and Amber, separately (and regrettably!) decided against joining us that night. Since both lived on the other side of town, that decision was completely understandable. But for the rest of us, it was time to fucking party. Abbie ran to the liquor store while I got last second things ready around the house.

 Toni and Nicole arrived first.  In fact, they got there even before Abbie got back home. We've fucked them before, and they are one of the few true couples we fuck. It's usually just a swap when we fuck them. I fuck one while Abbie fucks the other, and then we switch. It's never been what you would consider a traditional foursome - for some reason, it's always just been like two twosomes lol. Anyway, as they came into the apartment, I took their coats and my mind immediately went back to the last time they were in our apartment and I was immediately getting wet and couldn't wait for Abbie to get back. I discretely texted Abbie and told her to hurry up and get home, saying that I had jungle fever lol. I sometimes cross lines of being inappropriate and was hoping this wasn't one of those times! I was hoping her non response to my text was due to the fact she was driving and not because I crossed a line lol. When she finally texted back "don't start without me!!" I knew things were cool.

 She arrived shortly thereafter. Madison and Heather weren't far behind. They aren't a couple, but Madi had picked up Heather since they were both going to be spending the night anyway and both lived in the same neighborhood, less than 2 miles from us. For those of you have who have read our stories before, you are familiar with Madi. She's our friend who is in a serious relationship with a guy but who became more and more curious the more she hung around us. Now she is simply one of our very best friends, and a regular partner of me and Abbie (Yes, he knows. Yes, he is sometimes included in the fun). But we've never talked a ton about Heather. She is one of the girls who went on our lake trip last summer. Abbie couldn't sleep one night and was out on the deck. Heather couldn't sleep either, and they found themselves talking to each other. Abbie had told her about her being an amateur photographer and Heather asked if Abbie would take some nudes of her down on the beach with her camera (beautiful moon lit night that night). Heather is fucking hot lol. Of course Abbie agreed! Nothing happened of course, because of our rule that the other must be present for all physical sex. But Abbie was extremely attracted to her and in talking to other girls, the feeling was mutual. It wasn't long and Heather had become a very close friend of ours! And while Abbie and I don't really discuss "favorites" when it comes to our circle of fuck, if we did I think it's safe to assume that hers is Heather and mine is Madi. Hence those being the two girls who would be spending the night. Shortly after getting back from the lake this summer, Abbie and I were fucking in bed one night. As I fingered her hard, I sucked on her ear and whispered in it, "don't you wish Heather was fucking you now?" It wasn't a trap question. I wanted her to be thinking of Heather at that moment because I was thinking of them. When she didn't answer I fingered her harder and said, "You love fucking Heather don't you baby?" She screamed "God, you fucking know I do!" and it turned me on so much, probably more than her!

 So yeah, she was definitely spending the night that night. And part of Abbie's perfect night was going to be that she was going to get some quality one on one time with Heather. And Madi and I would fuck each other while we watched them. I'm not sure if there's ever been a more win-win situation than that 😂😂

 So as Madi and Heather stepped into our apartment, my mind couldn't help but race ahead to when it was just going to be us four. But I needed to stay in the present. We had four other girls to party with and entertain that evening, two of whom (Ebony and Ivory) were already in our living room. Arriving fashionably late to the party were the two girls who only had to travel about a block by foot to get to our door lol - our new friends and almost neighbors, Kammy and Ariel, both also students at BSU, as are Abbie and me.

 So the guests were all in place and the liquor was flowing. I felt like such a bad girl since I was the only one there who was under 21 (barely, lol). Everyone who doesn't know thinks I'm older than Abbie anyway (by looks - certainly not by wisdom and maturity!) I have also learned that I don't hold my liquor like a pro, lol. The more I drink sometimes, the more of an ass I tend to make out of myself (not to mention I tend to pass out before anyone else!) So as much as I love to drink, when we are with other people I have learned the art of appearing to drink more than I actually am! That was especially the plan that night. I wasn't about to get drunk and say or do something stupid on Abbie's big night. Our plants in the apartment drank more than me that night lol, since that was where I was dumping half my shit when no one was looking! But everyone else drank quite a bit, and some of us smoked quite a bit (that doesn't affect me negatively!), but nobody got really shitfaced. It was wild but mild, lol.

 As for sex? Had Abbie or myself initiated anything, I have no doubt that there could have been 8 naked girls having an orgy in our living room. Don't think we weren't thinking about that! But in a move that might surprise some of you, we had decided to keep the party non sexual. Part of the thinking in doing so was to build up what was in store for four of us later on that night. So we actually had a .... non sexual party (!!), although there was much flirting, and quite a bit of kissing. In her slightly inebriated state, Abbie got the first taste of our new friend Ariel (tongue taste that is), as they made out on the couch some towards the end. I satisfied my burning jungle fever somewhat by sticking my tongue in Ebony's mouth for several minutes. Not as good as her pussy, but still good! Anyway, everyone had drinks and food and played games and gossiped, and every time I looked at Abbie she had the biggest smile, and it made my heart sing. Her happiness is mine. It always will be.

 Soon the time came for the others to leave later that night into the extreme winter conditions (with drivers of course), and Abbie and as me and Heather and Madison remained, I knew the big smile Abbie had had all night was only going to get bigger. Less than two minutes after the other guests left, the four horniest girls in the state of Idaho at that moment began shedding clothes.

 It was time to rewrite the definition of the term "epic fuck." It was time to give my birthday girl a night she would never forget...

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 *Part 2 of 2 will be posted no later than this Sunday. Thank you all for your patience and understanding through all the setbacks of getting this story written/posted. *

 Peace & Love, 

-Katalina

[sinisterssister]

By Any Other Name: Part Two

Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Summary: [Y/n] Stark is an acclaimed journalist (and infamous anonymous hacker) who has dedicated her career to uprooting corruption. She has worked hard to separate herself from her brother’s reputation and his world. Now, however, she finds herself right back in the fray as Sergeant Barnes resurfaces. For some reason, Bucky is drawn to [y/n], and she finds herself betraying not only her convictions, but her family as she joins him on his path to redemption.

Warnings: like several curse words

a/n: If you want to be tagged let me know! Thank you for all of the wonderful feedback! I was not expecting to be posting this so soon but your encouragement made me too excited to continue the story. If you have any questions please ask!!!!!

part one

“Ok, Gandalf, you are so grounded.”

[y/n] winced as the door to the conference room slammed open and Tony emerged. She had been hoping he would have forgotten she was here. Silently, she cursed the Captain’s retreating figure. It was a real jerk moved to leave her to deal with the brunt of her brothers fury. Still, he refused to sign the Accords, even at the expense of his friends. At the expense of the team.

“And that,” Tony pointed to her cane accusingly, “is a privilege. Next time you do something like this, I’m getting you a walker with tennis balls on the end.”

“I’m sorry, Mama Fratelli, but I’m afraid you don’t have that authority.” She rolled her eyes.

Tony’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the table. “You could have died today. Do you realize that?” He threw his hands up. “It’s not like the movies. There’s no coming back from there.”

“Your hypocrisy is astounding.” [y/n] laughed incredulously. “You’re mad because I did exactly what you would have done in that situation. Exactly what you did in New York.”

Tony was taken aback. [y/n] knew she had hit a nerve, but she didn’t back down. “New York, Sokovia, and now Vienna. Hell, Anthony, you gave your personal address to a terrorist!”

He looked guilty for a second. She continued.

“So yeah, I drove into oncoming traffic to stop an international manhunt and I used a taser to subdue a soldier trained to kill in more ways than I can imagine. How is that any different from what I watch you do everyday?”

“You are disabled!”

“And you have an artificial heart!” Years of preparation and planning and frustration had culminated in that moment. [y/n] had kept her mouth shut for so long, but she refused to be silent for any longer. “I watched you fly into a wormhole, Tony, so forgive me for not asking your permission to risk my life.”

His jaw clenched, and she had won.

~

[y/n] flinched at the memory. It had been a mic-drop worthy remark, but it came at a price. Before she knew what was happening, Tony had her ushered onto the quinjet and she was in route to the Avengers compound. His final comment replayed in her head through the entire flight. It held some indescribable tone of finality and the look on his face had chilled her to the core. “I do what I have to do. I risk my life so you get to live yours.”

What ever had changed between them, she feared it was permanent.

It was his life. Tony was old enough to make his own decisions. The least he could do was show her the same courtesy. But he was used to getting what he wanted— and if that meant locking her in the compound, that is what he got. Oh— how he was gonna regret that decision.

~

His stare was unnerving to say the least. James Buchanan Barnes had not taken his eyes off [y/n] since she limped out of the van. She shivered under his intense gaze, wishing she could have stayed in the car.

“I come in peace,” [y/n] reassured, laughing as she raised her hands for good measure.

He didn’t blink.

“Clint, what were you thinking?” Steve glared at the archer. Needless to say, [y/n] Stark was the last person they expected to join the cause. She had made it clear to Steve that she was out of the game after DC, her injury acting as her long overdue come-to-jesus meeting.

Clint shrugged. “Found her at the compound. She demanded an audience.”

As Steve scolded Clint, [y/n] took the opportunity to analyze the staring Sergeant. His hair was kept long to veil his identity. Eyes of steel now locked upon her with a sheen of curiosity, which was much more pleasant than murderous intent. His face seemed softer, but the muscles along his arm bulged under the torn shirt. Now that he stood fully before her, his unprecedented size was a bit overwhelming. She shivered, imagining how easily he could have crushed her head into the asphalt. Perhaps OSCARs warnings weren’t completely unfound.

Bucky watched as the girl’s eyes flicked from his shoulders to the knife at his waist. It was strange to think she was Howard’s daughter, but her vibrant curiosity was so distinct he recognized it in a heartbeat. However, she possessed an innocence about her, a kindness that must have been inherited from her mother. She was prettier than Howard, too. Her gentle features betrayed any attempt to hide her thoughts. She was nervous.

His heart leapt as her gaze lifted to meet his. Eye contact was something foreign to him. Few had the nerve to speak to the Winter Soldier, let alone look him in the eye. [y/n], however, didn’t avert her gaze and then— believe it or not—she smiled at him.

Bucky suddenly became extremely aware of himself. He looked away before she could see the blood rush to his cheeks. The obnoxiously clean coat she wore reminded him of how dirty he must have looked in comparison. He folded his arms. When she turned away, he discreetly sniffed his hair.

A chuckle sounded from behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Sam sported a smug grin, confirming he had indeed caught that.

“Whether you like it or not, Steve, you need me.” [y/n] cut off his lecture defiantly.

Bucky raised a brow, impressed by her boldness. The Captain turned on her, “And why is that?”

“You just made an enemy of the smartest person in your arsenal—second smartest.” She corrected, smirking. “Say you make it to the helicopter, what’s to stop Tony from hacking into auto pilot mid flight? You think you can hide from his scanners? What happens when they shoot you down before you’re even off the helipad?”

Steve stared at her hard. After a minute, he relented. She was right.

“[y/n], there is no coming back from this.” He murmured, the hardness in his voice gone. “If you help us, you're breaking the law. The life you’ve built will be gone. I can’t let you do that.”

“Bull shit, Steve. My life isn’t worth more than anyone else’s.”

“I’m not asking any of them to fight against family.”

“If that’s what you think then you’re lying to yourself.”

The weight of the comment hung in the air. It was something that had been lurking in the back of their minds. Bucky shifted uncomfortably at the looks that passed over the crew. He was the cause of this.

“The people we love aren’t always right,” [y/n] whispered. “Sometimes in order to fight for our family, we have to fight against them.”

She stepped forward, her cane echoing throughout the car garage. “Tony is my brother, but I’m not going to sit back and watch the world end because he couldn’t pull his head out of his ass.”

Bucky searched her eyes, looking for hesitation. He found none. Then his gaze shifted to Steve, a silent question passing between them.

She was still a Stark. If [y/n] knew what he had done, would she still be so keen to stand beside him?

And then she was before him. He didn’t flinch as she stared up at him, but rather looked cautiously at the hand extended toward him. It looked delicate and he imagined what her soft fingers would feel like against his calloused ones. One wrong move and they would crumble under his touch.

“I believe you are telling the truth,” she whispered. “Please let me help you save the world, Sergeant Barnes.”

He didn’t think she could surprise him more than she had when her head popped out of the van, but as the plea fell from her lips, his heart pounded.

“Bucky,” he corrected her, biting down the flush threatening to betray his nerves.

And there was that damned smile again. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Bucky.”

Slowly, he brought his hand to hers. An electric current seemed to pass between them, invisible, but undeniable. Little did he know with a single shake, he had signed over his fate and his heart.

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[oldladydatin]

I’m a baller, shot caller

I bought a brand new car yesterday! It’s my first new car. My ex and I bought cars but never for me, yes if you haven’t noticed I end up with incredibly selfish men. My kid was sick, it’s like the 4th day of school and he wakes up screaming at midnight. I almost took him to the ED cause it was respiratory, he was wheezing and it was a little scary, so I kept him home to watch him. So unfortunately he had to go with me to the dealership but it wasn’t our first dealership trip together. I’ve been looking at cars. My ex and I purchased a lemon 5 years back and I got stuck with it. The transmission is going, some sensor went in the shifter that was $800 for just the sensor, but I found an amazing mechanic and he just bypassed it for me. However it’s the second transmission and I’m not willing to do that again.

My son loves car shopping, these guys are smart. Like if my kid is acting crazy I’m not staying, so they spoil him. Hey do you want a soda? Do you want ice cream, not even kidding they gave him ice cream. Yesterday he was checking out corvettes with the sales rep while I was doing my thing. They let him get in and everything. I hate dealing with sales people. I’m actually a very well educated woman, among other things I have a minor in marketing and I understand sales. I had no intention of buying a car, I had one picked out online already, I already knew what the payment was going to be, I already knew all the terms for that car and it was better than what the Subaru dealer offered. But I was urged by my Uncle to go there, she swore she got a good deal. They ask me a ton of questions, how big is your family, what will you need the car for, what are features you want in this car. They keep asking if my husband will be on this loan. I said no there’s no husband and explained I was getting divorced. They brought out this car and I didn’t love it, they brought me another one. I said look I care more about the payment, like generally I need these things but let’s talk money. So I chose the one they brought that would best fit my needs and we look at how much this would cost.

I got approved no problems. I am beyond proud of that. When I left my marriage I didn’t necessarily have credit. We had once owned a house and both worked in the auto industry and 2008-2009 happened and we lost our jobs, then our house. There were 8 houses foreclosed on, on our 3 block street. My factory laid off 1500 people 3 days before Christmas, his closed completely two weeks after we had my daughter. That’s how things were where we were living, We filed bankruptcy and gave back the house and left state. I’m glad we filed bankruptcy because other people I know didn’t and when they lost their house they were responsibly for the difference in what they owed versus what the bank bought it for. So we owned a 3 bedroom, with a full basement on 1 acre and we bought it for $70,000 and the bank sold it for $33,000 after foreclosure. We’d have been responsible for $37,000 but we filed bankruptcy so we weren’t. After the bankruptcy we moved state to state and I mostly stayed home with the kids so I never did anything with my credit. We’d put utility bills in my name and then my ex would decide we were moving and he’d refuse to pay the bill. So on my credit report is no positives, just unpaid utility bills. But since the divorce I’ve been working on my credit, in the last 9 months I brought my score up 100 points and now I’m in a situation to buy things I need, like a car. It’s taken so much work and I’m so proud of how far I’ve come.

I didn’t like all the terms of the loan they presented and like I said I didn’t intend on buying a car, I had one picked out already and I was in love with it. So I said well I need time to think about this. They tried to bully me into taking this loan and I kept saying no. They were throwing numbers and unnecessarily complicated terms at me, trying to overwhelm me, telling me this was the best I would do and insinuating I’d be stupid to turn this down. Then finally I said look I don’t love the car, that’s too much to pay, the payments are too much and I just came down to see what you had to offer and I have, so I’m okay and I stood up. They realized I wasn’t playing and I was really leaving. Finally he says Mrs. ______ what would it take for you to buy this car today. Now I told these men I was getting divorced, that I preferred to be called by my maiden name, so this bothered me. I said no it’s Mizz (my maiden name), cause I’m taking that shit back y'all! You need to drop the price to this, I’m not taking payments more than this, and I’m not okay with that interest rate. I essentially gave him the terms of the used car I was intending on buying. They looked a little shocked. But I did not sit down. I said this is a 2019 and we are month away from 2020, you have 2020’s on the lot and you are going to be dropping the price soon anyways because it’s not a new car anymore. He said okay sit down, sit down, I’ll see what I can do and used my correct name. So we sat down. He asked what would be an acceptable payment and my son piped up and was like less than this, because now he’s all involved with his 8 year old self. He broke up the intensity. So at this point I felt like I was being held hostage, for real, but the financial guy went back to his desk. He comes back 20 minutes later with a new offer. So I got this brand new car for just a few thousand more than the used car with 80,000 miles on it that I was going to buy. He found some rebates and things. I got an interest rate that was half what I would’ve gotten with the other car and my payments were a little less, so I took the car.

I am extremely proud of the woman I am becoming, she’s strong, she’s independent, and she takes no shit. “I see pride, I see power, I see a badass mother, who won’t take no crap off of nobody.”