#The optics on this are fucking crazy n I been knew

[theglizzardwizard]

Nigga. You are smoking crack if you think I'm not going to talk about that shit.

[applespants]

Crystal Cluster {NSFW}

Orion Pax x D-16

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Word Count: 2.6k (under the cut)

Summary: A little cavern in the energon mines bring D-16 and Orion Pax closer together than before. (NSFW!! Minors DNI)

A/N: horny! gay! robots!!! LOL i am so horrendously obsessed with these guys theyre so silly and i need them to be in love!!! so i made them my own personal barbie dolls and made them fuck. im so sorry i literally dont know what else to say its robot smut fanfiction guys what should i say. go out and vote!!! if you cant vote then DONT READ THIS LOOK AWAY

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D-16 huffed as he tried to keep up with Orion Pax, who was running ahead of him on a seemingly random path through the energon mines where they worked.

“Pax– Pax, wait up!”

Orion only laughed brightly in response. He finally slowed down and D-16 caught up with him, shoving him lightly despite being almost out of breath.

“This better be good,” D-16 wheezed. “I don’t want to get demoted for going out of the designated area on account of whatever crazy thing you have planned.”

Orion grinned widely at D-16 and peeked around a corner before looking back at him. “We won’t get demoted if they don’t find out!” 

D-16 groaned and pinched his optical ridge in annoyance. Orion chuckled and took his servo in his own, squeezing it tight. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” D-16 smiled at that and Orion guided them slowly around the corner, not letting go of D-16’s servo.

D-16’s optics widened to take in the sheer beauty of their surroundings. There were raw energon crystals growing out of the ceiling of this small little alcove, pulsating energy as they glowed brilliantly. They were different from what they normally mined, and they did not move or react to D-16 and Orion as they walked into the small cavern.

Orion nudged D-16 gently with his elbow. “I thought you might like it. Maybe it will inspire some more poetry?”

D-16 nodded his helm slowly, still taking it in. “Oh, it definitely will.” He finally looked at Orion, the first time since entering the cave, and he felt his spark clench as he gazed into his optics. “Pax, I– I don’t even know what to say.”

D-16 could not tear his optics away from Orion’s, suddenly seeing the brilliance of the energon crystals residing within Orion himself. The way his optics danced and widened in anticipation at the slightest flutter of excitement, the soft glow and the stunning blue… D-16 looked back to the energon crystals when he realized he had been staring, but Orion did not say anything if he had even noticed.

“You don’t have to say anything, Dee. I just… I found this place, and the first thing I thought of was wanting to bring you here, just– just the two of us.” Orion still had not let go of D-16’s servo. D-16 glanced back at Orion and saw that he had averted his gaze, staring at the ground and kicking his ped into the rock. D-16 lifted Orion’s servo to his dermas and gently kissed the top of it, locking optics with Orion when he glanced quickly back at him.

“Don’t look at the ground when the very essence of life waits above.”

Orion smiled softly. “Already starting on that poetry, huh? Well, I’m looking at the very essence of my life right now.”

D-16’s optics widened in surprise and he felt his faceplate begin to heat. Orion still did not break his gaze with D-16, and instead took a step forward and closed the gap between the two of them. D-16 trembled, but he knew he was not nervous. Excitement was pulsing through him, his spark beating faster with every inch Orion got closer.

D-16 and Orion’s faceplates were so close, but there was a hesitation. This would change things. It would change their friendship, it would change their bond. But was that all D-16 wanted from Orion? No, he knew that he wanted Orion in every single aspect that was so much more than just a friend. It only took him a moment to make the decision and close the gap between him and Orion, gently pressing their dermas together in a first kiss.

Orion smiled into their kiss and put his arms over D-16’s shoulders. D-16 grabbed Orion’s hips and pulled him closer, kissing him more earnestly as they continued. It was like they were finally satiating a craving that had been pestering them in the back of their processors.

D-16 felt his spark beating fast and his HUD was sending him several notifications about regulating his heat with turning on his fans. D-16 waved them all aside, his focus entirely on Orion. Orion was beginning to explore D-16’s frame, tracing his servos across his chest and down his chassis, finding his hips. D-16 had begun to cup Orion’s faceplate, almost completely lost in bliss as he and Orion’s glossas began to mingle.

“Ah–!” D-16 yelped in surprise, finally breaking the kiss when Orion’s servos lifted him  by his hips. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Orion’s waist, and his thighs seemed to fit around his pelvis like they were meant to be around them. The thought made D-16’s faceplate heat rapidly and his fans kicked into gear loudly as his HUD began to send him messages about beginning interface protocol.

D-16’s optics widened and Orion looked at him with a furrowed optical ridge, worry shining in those blue optics. “Is this okay?”

D-16 nodded quickly. “It’s– It’s so okay, Pax, I– I’ve been wanting this for so long.”

Orion smiled and kissed D-16 again. “I have, too.”

Their dermas made contact again and D-16 was once again lost to Orion’s glossa in his mouth and his strong servos holding him up. Orion spun them around a little bit and they giggled into their kiss. The energon crystals above were almost singing as the two of them finally broke away for air, pressing forehelms together.

“Dee, are you– How are you feeling?” Orion asked, his own fans having kicked in a little bit prior. D-16 cupped Orion’s faceplate and chuckled.

“I’m feeling so good– Do you want to… keep going?” D-16 averted his optics shyly as he spoke. Orion kissed D-16 quickly once more and spun him around again until he yelped and giggled and begged for Orion to stop before he got too dizzy.

“Of course I want to keep going… I just– I’ve never done it before.”

D-16 laughed. “Neither have I, Pax!”

Orion seemed to relax at that. “I should probably put you down, then.”

D-16 was set down gingerly and his hands found Orion’s servos again instinctively. Orion looked up at the energon crystals again and then back at D-16, offering a shy smile. He led him to one of the cave walls and sat down against it, patting his lap in a gesture for D-16 to sit down.  D-16 felt giddiness and anticipation building up in his chest, as well as a slightly unfamiliar warmth pooling near his pelvis as he sat down in Orion’s lap.

D-16 leaned back against Orion and shuttered his optics, humming softly to himself. “Do you have any clue what to do?”

Orion shrugged. “Not really. Is it– Is it okay if I touch you?”

D-16 nodded with a small snicker. “You ask like you haven’t already.”

Despite his tease, D-16’s breath caught in his vents when he felt Orion press his dermas to his neck. While Orion peppered his neck with kisses, his servos ventured down D-16’s lower half, tracing the outline of his modesty panel before ghosting over his thighs. D-16 shuddered, more warmth pooling where Orion’s servos had just been as he leaned more into Orion’s touch.

“Y-you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” D-16 said quietly. He was a bit surprised with how easily Orion was drawing out these new feelings, and how easily he seemed to roam over D-16’s frame.

Orion kissed right below D-16’s jaw. “I don’t… I’m only doing what I’ve wanted to since I realized how much I loved you.” D-16’s vents hitched when Orion traced over his modesty panel again, only this time, his servos lingered. “It’s a bit embarrassing… But I’ve thought about how I wanted this to go so many times over. And so far you’ve made it more than I could have hoped for.”

D-16 tilted his helm so he could kiss Orion on his dermas. “Leave it to you to have a plan for this.”

Orion chuckled and began to trace the outline of D-16’s modesty panel. He angled his hips slightly into Orion’s servo, making him grin against D-16’s dermas. “I only had a plan for how I wanted to show you my feelings. Everything after is whatever we decide together.” Orion kissed D-16’s jaw once more, making him weak as he shifted against his servo as Orion whispered in his audial. “Maybe if you open your panels, we can–”

Orion could not even finish his sentence before D-16 snapped back his panels, which surprised both of them. Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial and rubbed one of his servos on D-16’s thigh, slowly tracing in toward his now open panel. His valve was already wet with lubricant, and Orion wasted no time in guiding his servos toward his valve.

D-16 jolted slightly with a gasp when Orion’s servo touched his node, and Orion immediately retracted it. “Did that hurt?”

“No– It was just– It felt a bit different than I expected,” D-16 said softly. He leaned back against Orion and kissed him. “I’m sorry, you can keep going.”

Orion nodded. “Don’t apologize, Dee. Promise you’ll let me know if anything feels uncomfortable?” D-16 nodded and Orion grinned. “And let me know what feels good.”

Orion pressed a digit to D-16’s node once more, gently massaging it as D-16 leaned his helm back. “Oh—”

Orion was back to pressing kisses against D-16’s jaw and neck while his servos began to explore D-16’s open panel. One servo focused on D-16’s pulsating node while the other explored his valve. D-16 could feel charge beginning to build up in his lower half, warmth growing in his chassis as his vents hitched and his fans kicked in due to overheating.

“O-Orion– Primus, that feels– that feels good,” D-16 murmured while Orion worked his servos. Orion toyed gently with his node, and D-16 could feel something building up inside of him the more that Orion’s servos touched him. D-16 bucked his hips upward into Orion’s servo, leaning his helm to the side in search of Orion’s dermas. They kissed, but D-16 could hardly keep their dermas together as his breath caught in his intake and he choked on a moan.

“Ah– Ah–” D-16 was struggling to formulate words as Orion rubbed his node, his digits going slightly deeper into D-16’s valve. Torn between pushing his hips down for his valve or bucking his hips up for his node, D-16 only leaned his helm back and moaned while Orion kissed and nibbled at his neck.

“Are you close?”

“I don’t know– Just– Don’t stop,” D-16 whined, his own servos gripping Orion’s thighs.

Orion chuckled into D-16’s audial, making that charge build up even more. He was so warm, he was so charged, he felt so good that he could hardly keep up with his processor. D-16 moaned and whined, but he soon felt the charge build up so much that it felt almost unbearable. He whimpered and gripped at Orion’s thighs, feeling the charge build up so much he thought he might burn from overheating.

The charge suddenly burst and D-16 overloaded with a sharp gasp and a moan. There was a wave of pleasure that rushed through his entire body, almost making him shudder. He was tingly and leaned against Orion after the overload.

“Did you overload?”

“I think so… that was amazing…” D-16 said, his voice soft and blissful. Orion chuckled and tilted D-16’s helm to kiss his dermas, smiling into the kiss.

“I almost wish I had been able to see your face…” Orion sighed playfully as he gently rubbed D-16’s thigh.

D-16 shifted in Orion’s lap, pulling his dermas away from the kiss. Orion whined softly, but he did not protest otherwise as D-16 turned around in his lap, his knees on either side of Orion as he straddled his lap. Orion’s optics twinkled brightly, watching D-16 with a loving smile as D-16 pressed their dermas together once more.

“Open your panel,” D-16 said, a bit more force than he intended in his voice.

Orion raised his optical ridge and grinned. “Are you going to return the favor?”

“Something like that…” D-16 hummed. He placed a palm on Orion’s modesty panel and rubbed it, making Orion’s vents catch. It clicked back almost immediately, and D-16’s optics widened when he saw Orion’s spike. “Oh…”

D-16 immediately regretted his awe when Orion smirked. He knew deep down that he had just inflated Orion’s ego just the slightest bit, but he did not seem to care as much as he thought he would as he looked at Orion’s spike. It was already leaking lubricant and almost pulsing with charge.

Orion shifted and D-16 realized he had been staring. He pressed his dermas to Orion’s and cupped his faceplate, using his other servo to push himself up slightly. D-16 pulled away after a few moments and positioned himself above Orion’s spike, biting his derma. Orion’s optics widened as he realized what D-16 was doing.

“Dee–”

“I want you, Orion Pax,” D-16 murmured against Orion’s audial, making him shiver. “I want you so deep in me that I cannot walk tomorrow.” Orion swallowed a lump in his now dry throat and nodded. D-16 chuckled. “Do I finally have you at a loss for words?”

Orion nodded again. D-16 hummed, guiding Orion’s servos to his aft, which Orion gave a light squeeze. He lowered himself on Orion’s spike, slowly, taking in all of his length as he bit back a moan. It was big, and it almost hurt going in, but the lubricant from D-16’s previous overload made his valve slick enough to take him. Orion held his breath from the moment his spike began to enter D-16, only releasing it with a soft moan as D-16 took in all of his spike.

D-16 took a shaky breath and lifted himself up slowly, adjusting to the feeling of Orion’s spike inside of him. He fit Orion so well, and as he lowered himself back down onto Orion’s spike, he moaned. He continued going up and down on Orion’s spike, eventually finding a rhythm.

Orion moaned loudly and squeezed D-16’s aft tightly, nearly denting his plating. D-16 huffed out a laugh between his own moans as he watched Orion, whose optics were glowing brighter than before as he leaned his helm back and watched D-16 ride him.

“Dee– Dee, you– Hah! You feel so good–” Orion could hardly catch his breath between his moaning. D-16 could feel charge building in him again as Orion’s spike slid in and out of him. His faceplate was warm and he tried to kiss Orion, but it was difficult as he rode him. Orion gripped his aft tightly as D-16 took in more of his spike, bucking his hips up slightly in tandem with D-16.

The charge was building fast as D-16 bounced up and down on Orion’s spike, panting and moaning. He finally felt it burst, washing over him again as he sank into Orion’s lap, lost to the pleasure of his overload. Orion was not there yet, and he lifted D-16 by his aft, still deep inside his valve, and lowered him backward onto the rock floor of the cavern. He thrust into D-16, pressing their dermas together before D-16 could so much as register the change in position or catch his breath.

After a few more thrusts, D-16 felt warmth explode in his valve as Orion overloaded with a gasping moan. He caught himself on his elbow beside D-16’s head, his spike still inside as he caught his breath. Their dermas quickly found each other again and they kissed, softly and lazily, their processors still sorting through their overloads.

“Dee–” Orion murmured against his dermas, cupping his faceplate. “How are you feeling?”

D-16 hummed and leaned into Orion’s servo. “I feel amazing.”

Orion laughed softly and kissed him once more. They laid there for a while, the energon crystals glowing brightly above them, speaking softly of everything and nothing.

[dakotafoster]

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ραιяιиg : katsuki bakugou x g/n reader

ɢɛռʀɛ: fluff ♡ crack humor

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: a bit steamy

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : When your boyfriend comes home intoxicated, he shows you a side of him that is reserved for only you. ✰

This will be my first one-shot on this blog, so please any constructive criticism will be really helpful! Hope you all enjoy. ッ

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It was a chilly starry night. Japan from the balcony window had never looked so serene until now. The bright stars that dotted the dark velvet sky, giving the gloomy canvas a little bit of life--of light. It was somber yet luminous, they drew the lights of heaven and gave the citizens of below a meager taste of something so divine and sublime, a measly fragment of the beauty we long to see in ourselves and the world around it. It was magnificent.

A heavy knock interrupted your attention on the black before you, muffled whispers and giggles could be heard from the opposite side of the chestnut door. As you lifted yourself from the glass railing you took a brief gander at the clock sitting on the desk beside your TV. It read 2:43 a.m.

Wrapping a small nearby cardigan around your frame and rubbed your eyes of sleep before making a beeline toward the door, the muffled voices becoming clearer as your got closer.

“Dammit Bakugou, quit messing around and give me your keys!”

“Gotta find it in my ass first shitty hair!”

Swinging the door open your (e/c) optics landed upon a frustrated Kirishima who was wrestling a very drunk Bakugou for a silvery white ring of keys right outside your flat doorstep. Bakugou seemed to be having an absolute blast, giggling like a little school girl as he evaded Kirishima’s attempts to swipe the item from his grip, and Kiri was having none of it. They both seemed rather oblivious to your presence and persisted to look like complete idiots in the halls of the complex.

“Both of you stop it before you wake up the neighbors!”

Your harsh tone is what finally received their attention, gazing timidly at you with wide eyes frozen. In one last attempt to get a rise out of Kirishima, Bakugou swiped his palm brutally on the back of his friends head, his head flung forward rough smack and a grunt, mumbling something about Katsuki being a dick. You heaved out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, his face sheen with a thick layer of sweat and a radiant red flush adorned his cheeks and across his nose. His eyes still the blazing crimson you had come to adore so much puffy and irritated.

“Sorry ‘bout this (y/n)... I didn’t mean to wake ya but Bakugou has had too much to be alone right now, and I still have to take care of Kaminari so...”

Kirishima timidly began to caress the back of his spiky locks, giving you a sheepish grin and gave a quick glance at the blonde next to him who was struggling to keep himself from tumbling forward. Too exhausted to even argue, you simply waved Kirishima off and moved to grab hold of your intoxicated boyfriend. The strong aroma of what was seemingly Fireball mixed with rum made your nostrils flare in distaste, far from his usual caramel scent.

“It’s fine Kiri. Just get home safe ‘kay?”

“Yeah, have a goodnight (y/n)”

You slammed the door behind with a swing of your foot, you then proceeded to lead Katsuki into your bedroom with an arm wrapped around his bulky torso to keep him straight. He stumbled over his feet a couple times along the way there, leaning on you for support so he didn’t face plant or dive to the floorboards in any way. He was mumbling incoherently to himself, slumping against your shoulder which led to his breath brushing up against the side of your face and into your ear, the hot sensation produced a shiver down your spine. Katsuki interpreted this rather well, because he immediately attached himself to your neck and pressed soft, open-mouthed kissed to your soft spot. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy even if he couldn’t even fucking walk straight.

“I need you babygirl.”

“Not tonight ‘Suki, maybe tomorrow.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his searing hot lips against your pulse, his wet tongue slipping out everyone and then teasingly. You hummed softly and weakly cupped his scalding cheek to pull him from your nape, cursing whatever deity that made him so goddamn tempting.

“C’mon lets get you ready for bed hun.”

“Mmm... Babe...”

He groaned lowly as you sat him down at the foot of your bed, his large frame slouching over his knees. Crouching down you gripped his ankle and raised his seemingly massive leg into your lap, silently untying his shoes whilst feeling his vivid gaze burning holes into your skull. Placing his shoes to the side you began to fumble with his belt to get rid of his ebony jeans. Amid doing so, Katsuki had graced with a lazy smirk and casually reached his generous hands to your head, running his fingers through your (h/c) strands.

“Hell yeah, this is what I like to see baby.”

Fuck. The way the words fell from those lips made you utterly weak. Your face felt like it was on fire with how carnal his gaze was, you were sure you looked like a fish out of water with the shock and overwhelming arousment you were feeling. Nevertheless, it was short lived when Bakugou dropped onto the bed and burst into a fit of laughter and giggles just by your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle with a twitch of your brow, you gave a quick smack to his thigh and tiredly tugged at his jeans once he had calmed down. His endless taunting was never so apparent until now and frankly, it was debilitating and instigating all at once.

“Stay here. Please don’t try and get up, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Yeah.. Sure.”

He released a small giggle and his head rolled to his left shoulder, laying tired on his back upon your white duvet. You rose from your spot on the floor and exited the bedroom to get him a glass of water and some ibuprofen to somewhat relieve his hang over. You didnt think you’d return to find a very naked and very erect Katsuki laying splayed out across the bed, the remainder of his clothes discarded on the side of the bed and his arms crossed behind the back of his head, his sculpted six-pack presented to you in such a way it made you drool like a fucking dog.. And the same arrogant smirk he’d been adorning for entirety of his stay among your apartment, the same enticing glimmer in his optics.

“Oh my god Katsu! What the fuck?!”

You shrieked, averting your eyes to your feet and stumbled around to find his boxers or at least something to conceal his manhood. Bakugou cackled our in delight before he was met with his boxers on his face, picking up on a faint grumble and your feet stomping toward the nightstand next to him.

“Put on your damn boxers Bakugou! I’m too fuckin tired for this shit..” You hissed at your dopey, idiotic boyfriend as he just began to fumble with the garment and mishandle them up each leg, snickering throughout the whole process. “Okay okay... No need to yell. So much for trying to serve it to you like a Hot ‘n Ready Hotpocket.”

You’ve never laughed so hard in your damn laugh at that. He grinned at your shaking form, watching intently as you struggled to breath through each laugh and chuckle, snorts coming out every few seconds. God, you hated him and loved him simultaneously for doing this to you. You wanted to give in to his desire because Jesus the sex was with him was down right unbelievable. Man, did this hunk of a man know how to pleasure a woman and fuck was he exceptional at doing so. Although, at the same time you were tempted to knock his ass into sleep. Either way you couldn’t officially decide. After several moments you composed yourself, taking deep breaths as you made your way into your restroom. You managed to stifle a few chortles in the process of grabbing a rag and moistened it with lukewarm water from your sink, then returned thankful you hadn’t walked in on another naked Bakugou. Making your way around the king sized mattress you were pleased to find he had already taken the ibuprofen and the water both absent.

“Let me clean your face baby. It’s all sweaty and sticky.”

You mumbled out drowsily, sitting down beside Katsuki and tilting his chin up to face you and nimbly wipe his face clean. You looked up at him to make sure we wasn’t falling asleep and you froze, your heart erupted at the sight you were provided with. Katsuki’s face was free of his usual scowl, instead his eyebrows were relaxed, tilted upward and his lips in a small, soft smile. Those dazzling vermilion eyes staring into you, glistening with so much adoration and passion for you. You choked, mesmerized with how calm and serene he looked. The next words to tumble from his lips could’ve sent you melting onto the floor like wax.

“I am really really... Really in love with you (y/n).”

You believed every single word. You never even questioned it for a second in that moment. Really because you had no reason to discredit his love for you, he was a genuine man with a sharp and palpable tongue 24/7. You both were aware of that, and you didn’t complain. It was nice to have him so honest with you, and yes sometimes he wasn’t always nice with the way he expressed such honesty you had grown accustomed to it. Which is why you had been so shocked to see the brash and usually loud brute suddenly become so hushed and tender.

“I mean it princess. I love you so fuckin’ much. I know I don’t really show you how much I do like normal shitty couples, and i’m really fucking sorry for that but I love you with everything I got babe.. I know how much I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.. But.. I promise I’ll never stop lovin’ you, and I’ll show you every damn day just to fucking prove it. M’kay? Your fucking stuck with me until you’re too damn old to even try and fight me on it. I’m so happy I met you and I’m terrified at the same, ‘cause fuck babe I never knew I wanted love until now, until you. I never saw the fuckin’ point. So please jus.. Fuckin’ stay and be in love with me too.”

He refused to give you a chance to reply before he gingerly took your face into his hands and brought his lips to yours. The world fell away as you felt his soft, chapped lips against your own. The kiss with just as delicate as his words and touch, moving smoothly and overwhelming emotion. You immediately raised your hands to weave together behind his neck, pulling him in gently to deepen the kiss. In response to this, Katsuki rolled his tongue across your bottom lip in a silent request for an entrance. You whimpered, opening your mouth as his tongue began to explore your wet cavern, faintly tasting the alcoholic beverages from just hours before. His thumbs swiping tenderly across your cheekbones and your fingertips tangled themselves around his strong neck.

It wasn’t rushed or rough in any way, not like the many nights were he would intend on fucking you senseless, this is when he would truly let himself be vulnerable. Moments like these when he was so damn soft and loving toward you, and only you.

The kiss lasted for what felt like only a minute when in reality lasted 15 minutes. He left you seeking for more. Heaving for breath at the mere intensity of the make-out, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing against each other gently. You both stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other’s loving glow with stupid grins across your lips. You took your time taking in this hidden side of your boyfriend, loving each second of it while you still could before he would return to his sullen self. You reveled in every moment you lost yourself in his soft caress, were it was nobody but the two of you acting almost as one. In which you could feel close to him away from intercourse and instead with sensual kisses and grazes. Nonetheless, he was certainly the half that made you whole.

“I’m in love with you too Katsu’.”

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[princeneito]

With No Affections-- Tetsuro. K

Genre: fluff

WC: 1.2k+

Tags: fluff, one-shot

Warnings: use of the word “fuck”

Characters: Kuroo Tetsuro, You.

It was 3:36 am exactly when you addressed the letter. The whole thing had been written in a flurry of feelings and messy penmanship. Your black ballpoint gliding across the expensive stationary paper your mother had been sure you wouldn’t use. She’d been wrong, funnily enough. Even as you signed it with an annoyed flourish, your mind flickered back to catlike eyes sitting next you in chem lab.

You read it over a final time, wondering for the hundredth time if you were even going to send it. The answer was pretty obvious already.

Dear  To Kuroo Tetsuro,

I hate you.

Okay, so the opener was a little strong. You just hoped he’d read past the rest, and not just throw the whole thing away.

I hate the way you smile and the stupid butterflies you give me. I hate your stupid, sheepish laugh like I’ve caught you off-guard and you’re just pure joy. I hate your easy way of talking. I hate how naturally your charm comes to you, and how little you have to do to get my heart racing.

I hate your stupid face, and how much I want to kiss it. I hate your cool, almost casual niceness, and how annoying yet utterly endearing it is to me. I hate how quickly and easily you return compliments without it sounding fake.

I hate your kindness, hate how you can get away with being the perfect image of a gentleman but not seem stupid or tryhard. Hate how real you are. Hate the way that I get tongue-tied around you. I hate that you can make me flustered, and how I can never think straight around you.

Urgh. Yeah, if the point wasn’t clear by now, he’d have to be denser than a brick.

I hate the way you can so easily lead an entire volleyball team of teenage boys like it’s second nature. I hate how you make it seem fun. I hate how I’ve only started going to the games since we got paired up in science class, and that it no longer makes me tired thinking about attending. I hate how I actually want to cheer you on, or bring you water and snacks.

I hate how you have the entire ASAP Science discography memorize and how it makes me think of you. I hate how good you look in science goggles, when everyone else looks stupid. I hate how you can make me laugh at dumb science jokes, how chemisty is suddenly something I look forward too with you.

You’d been paired with him at the start of the semester, and while originally not even wanting to cooperate at all, he made a good lab partner. You didn’t want to admit it, but it almost seemed like a friendship, sometimes. Or more, but you couldn’t tell.

I hate the way you sweep your hair back and how amazingly good it looks on you. I hate your eyes, and their twinkle and shine and joy. I hate your hands, and how much I want to hold them. I hate your lips, for saying all the right things and smiling at all the right times and for looking so soft and perfect. I hate your stupid, perfect height, and your stupid, perfect build.

You’re far too good for me, you’re far too perfect, and by god do I hate it.

I hate you, but that isn’t the problem.

It’s that really, I don’t hate you at all.

Sincerely

With No Affections, {l/n} {y/n}

It was 3:34 pm and a bit when you slipped a crisply sealed envelope into his locker. He’d be in the gym now, running drills or whatever it was Nekoma Volleyball Team did in practice. It wouldn’t be over until you were long gone on the way home. You sighed, staring at the place you’d slotted the letter in through. Fuck, was this going to be a mistake.

You hoped he’d asked you out. You hoped he never spoke to you again. You hoped this was all a fever dream, and you’d wake up never having fallen in love with Kuroo Fucking Tetsuro of all people.

The trek home felt longer than usual, cheesy love song blaring embarrassingly loud in your ears as your mind wandered back to the hazel eyes and lazy grin of the Volleyball Captain. The recollections pushed back further, recalling his laughter in the science room, the genuine smile on his face as you two talked cellulites and DNA in the library. He’d helped you calculate light years and significant figures over video call past eleven for homework. You’d brought a water bottle to his game once, then left in on a bench with his name scrawled on a sticky note because you didn’t want to make a show of caring for him. The two of you had studied together for hours on end before a biology test.

And yet, you never interacted past science and watching his games. You knew little about his life, he knew less about yours. For however many optics questions you tackled together, you had a million more about him. His favourite colour, or how he liked his coffee. Did he have siblings at home? What music did he listen to?

The bus doors opening cut off your thoughts as you disembarked, mind still full of dark hair and shining eyes.

It is 4:05 pm, and the envelope that falls out of your locker is highly unexpected. It’s very clearly supposed to be for you, your name penned on the front in a handwriting all to familiar to you.

It seems he decided to write back.

Dear {l/n} {y/n}

I, for one, like you very much.

That came as a surprise. You were sure he just saw you as his lab partner. Or maybe a semi-close friend.

While my list is a lot shorter than yours, and I don’t have six paragraphs and a bit detailing all of my affection for you, I can sum it up pretty well.

I’ve liked you since we started the solubility assignment four months ago. See, you had this really concentrated expression on your face, with your eyebrows all scrunched together and your tongue sticking out of your mouth. And while–

You blinked. How the hell did he find that cute?! You hadn’t even realized that was what you looked like when you were thinking. Why had no one told you before? Unfair.

And while that shouldn’t be cute in any regard, I thought it was. I got your water bottle, by the way. Yaku thought you were my girlfriend. Crazy, right?

Although, if you wanted to be my girlfriend, I wouldn’t say no. I mean, I figured you might like me. I didn’t want to jump the gun, though. Imagine if I was wrong.

It was a great thing he was right. Then again, with people and science, he usually was.

So.

Be the electron to my proton? I swear that opposites attract.

With all my Affection, Kuroo Tetsuro.

“Was the electron joke a bit too much?”

You looked up from the page to find none other than Kuroo himself leaning against the locker wall, grinning at you.

“I was going to wait for you to write back, but I figured I’d just come by and get the answer myself.” he continued.

Cute. He looked expectant, as if he’d already gauged you were going to say yes. Even if he had, there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes. Doubt, you realized. Doubt that he’d read you quite right.

“Fine. But you better be taking me somewhere nice, okay? Idiot.”

[deviatedwinter]

Not in Vain - ConnorXReader

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Summary: Reader dies in the Jericho Raid

ANGST

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You hastily made your way to the

large freighter known as Jericho, snow beginning to softly fall during the cold Detroit night. Your Android partner, Connor was on a mission to asassinate the leader of the deviants, Marcus.

But you couldn't let him. Over the past few days, your mind had opened in favor of the Androids, and as much as Connor was driven to accomplish his mission, so were you. Thankfully, Connor had told you the location of Jericho before you revealed to him your standing on the deviants. You didn't really know what to expect upon meeting him.

Would he be violent towards you?

You gulped and kept a strong grip on your pistol as you ran, your jacket fluttering in the cold wind. Soon enough, the rusted freighter came into view.

Being as stealthy as possible, you made your way to the top deck. You wanted to see if you could find an Android and locate Marcus, hoping they would believe that you were on there side.

By sheer luck, you happened upon Marcus's location in the Captain's cabin above deck.

You also saw your partner, Connor. From your view, you could see his upper half through the dirty cabin windows. He was wearing a dark jacket, and his silky hair looked messier than usual, his prominent cowlick drooping lower. You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his new appearance. You couldn't see any weapons, it seemed like the two Androids were simply talking.

Slowly, you made your way over to the door, carefully avoiding parts of the deck that were rusted. You didn't want them to hear the creak if your foot happened to step on a spot.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a chopper in the distance, and your gun instinctively raised when two figures ran in front of you.

Connor looked over at the figure he spotted and his eyes went wide, his LED changing from red to yellow.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here??" The Android asked, his tone unusually frantic. You felt the eyes of Markus land on you, and it was that moment that you noticed his irides were two different colors.

"To stop you from killing him, but that doesn't seem to be your mission anymore." You nodded at Markus, lowering your gun.

"You're on our side?" The leader asked, his voice laced with surprise.

"Yes! We don't have much time! They're going to raid Jericho. We need to evacuate." You answered, adrenaline pumping through you as the chopper was nearing.

"Come with me!" Markus yelled, heading towards the innards of the ship.

Connor followed with you behind him, questions suddenly flowing through your head.

"Connor, are you..deviant?" You asked through panted breathes, barely keeping up with the two Androids.

Your partner was silent for a moment before answering.

"Yes.."

He sounded nervous, as if the word was going to sting if he said it.

Uncontrollable relief began to flow through you. Before he had left for Jericho, he seemed different. Instead of the soft demeanor you had grown accustomed to in the Android, he seemed cold and distant.

"Do not follow me Lieutenant, I'm warning you." He had told you, his tone menacing. Nothing was going to stop him from completing his mission, and with the announcement of both of you being off the case, it fueled him even more to accomplish it.

But now he was Deviant. Free to think, and choose. You hoped you wouldn't have to see that awful machine side of him ever again.

Because you had a crush on him. A big crush.

You would practically die inside if anyone found out, especially in these times as the Androids were fighting for freedom. An Android and a human? Impossible. Neither sides would stand for it, but it was something needed.

Something to show that they are equal. That they could love eachother instead of hate.

But now he was Deviant. Could he love you back?

You continued following the deviants, and your heart leapt in your chest as you began to hear gunshots.

Soon enough, your group was met with a group of Androids.

"Where's Josh and Simon?" Markus asked frantically.

"I don't know, we were separated. What are we going to do Markus??" Answered a female Android with auburn hair.

"There's explosives in the hold. If we can detonate them, they'll have to evacuate their soldiers," Markus explained, "I'll do it. Just evacuate all you can and escape!"

There was some protest from the female Android but Markus quickly turned towards you and Connor.

"Go with them. I won't be long. Be careful." He nodded to you both before running down the corridor.

"Let's go!" Connor yelled to the other Androids before surprisingly grabbing your hand and running.

You followed, your legs barely keeping up with his strides.

"Connor! You don't need to hold my fucking hand!" You yelled, exasperated.

"They don't know you're human, (Y/N)! It's not safe for you here!" He replied, his led spinning a solid red. You realized that he had been calling you by your first name, and not "Detective"

"Connor! I'll be fine!" You practically almost ran into him as he abruptly stopped along with the other Androids, soldiers around the corner with their guns raised.

The soldiers fired and the group dispersed, Androids running in all different directions as Connor grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into another hallway. The corridor behind you flashing like lightning with every gunshot.

You continued running with Connor, your hand now grabbing his as he steered you through the maze of hallways.

You quickly pulled out your gun in the midst of the chase, but almost dropped it when Connor suddenly pulled you against a rusted pillar, his arm tight around your waist as a soldier stalked behind the two of you. You could hear the quiet beat of his artificial heart in your ear as the space between you was obsolete.

Your heart dropped when the soldier turned to look behind him, and straight at you.

Without another beat, you raised your pistol and fired, the bullet piercing an unprotected area of his shoulder and causing him to fall back.

"Nice shot. Let's go." Connor said before dashing to another corridor.

You quickly tried to follow, but were interrupted as a herd of Androids ran across your path, all fleeing from a group of soldiers. You quickly backed away, knowing the soldiers were going to turn here next.

Connor on the other hand stopped and frantically looked around, his opticals scanning his environment for you. He felt his thirium pump increase in rate and a new feeling of fear coursing through him.

He had felt small twangs of fear before he was Deviant, like when an android tried to choke you out on an earlier mission. But this, this feeling was ten times worse. It made his mind numb and his gut clench as he frantically looked for you.

In his mind palace, large and frantic text appeared.

FIND HER.

Connor quickly ran through the corridors, dodging fleeing Androids and avoiding the armed soldiers.

Meanwhile, you hid behind a large Cyberlife crate, your shaking hands reloading your pistol with bullets from your pocket.

You had already shot dead two soldiers since you and Connor were separated, and you knew more waves were coming.

You prayed that Connor was alright, your gut filled with worry with each passing second.

You could've easily told the soldiers you were human, and that you were on their side, but you couldn't. You couldn't betray the Androids like that. But then again,

Were you betraying the humans?

"Now's not the time for philosophy." You scolded yourself as you slowly peeked out from your crate. You needed to get out of the ship soon, if Markus was successful, the ship wouldn't last much longer.

"(Y/N!)" You heard a familiar voice yell, and you quickly looked behind you to see Connor far down in the corridor, your eyes practically sparkling with relief and happiness at the sight of him.

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Connor felt a surge of euphoria and relief crash over him as he saw his partner at the end of the hall. Just as he was about to run towards her, motion caught his artificial eyes.

As the young woman was standing up, a soldier rounded the corner several feet behind her, his gun raised.

Time seemed to stand still, and the Android propelled himself forward, but it was too late.

A gunshot rang out, and a bullet imbedded itself into the Detective's back, a spray of red coating the white crate behind her as her knees gave out and she fell onto her side.

The soldier quickly lowered his gun, the optics of his helmet focusing on the deep red liquid.

"Oh Fuck." He muttered, disturbed and not even noticing the deviant down the hall before backing away.

Before Connor even realized it, he was beside the woman's side, an unfamiliar pain in his chest.

"(Y/N)..No..I..." He frantically scooped his partner up in his arms, his mind going crazy as he frantically scanned the injured woman in his arms.

>{Heavy Bleeding}

>{Punctured Latissimus Dorsi muscle}

>{Compromised right lung filling with blood}

Chance of Survival [20%]

The detective looked up at Connor, the pain in her side begining to numb.

"Is it..that bad..?" She asked, but was quickly cut off with a cough as she felt an unfamiliar sensation in her lung.

Connor's lips trembled, a foreign feeling of wetness spreading from his eyelids to his cheeks

"I couldn't..I couldn't get to you in time..I'm sorry..I.."

The Android's LED was a bright red, his dark eyes and pale cheeks shimmering with tears as his breathes were irregular, a terrible, terrible pain gripping his chest.

The woman in his arms suddenly realized that she wasn't going to make it out of this. The thought gripped her tightly, and she felt afraid. Judging by Connor's pained expression, she wasn't hiding it well.

"Keep fighting, Connor. You can do this without me.." She weakly said, her voice trembling as she tried to push past her fear and comfort him.

"No..I can't, (Y/N), I can't!" Connor practically sobbed.

"I need you.."

The sentence made (Y/N)'s heart soar, and then sink. She didn't have much time.

"Connor, I love you." She choked out, the act of breathing becoming a struggle for her.

The sentence made Connor look at his partner, his dark eyes filled with longing and pain.

He had always had a strange feeling about the woman from the very beginning of their partnership. He brushed off this strange feeling as "admiration in her skills" such as when she took out a suspect with ease, or strangely, with simple acts such as biting on the end of her pen when she was thinking, or running a hand through her hair when she was frustrated. He had found himself running self-diagnostics constantly when he was around her.

But now, as a deviant, he knew the truth.

But the truth in front of him pained him to the core.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He softly said, now aware of the large amount of warm liquid coating his arm that was looped underneath her back.

"I wish we..had more....time.." She struggled to say, her (E/C) eyes looking up at the Android before gazing at nothing.

• No heartbeat detected.

Connor didn't know what to do. Slowly, his left hand gently touched the woman's cheek before gently shutting her eyes. The birage of emotions he felt made him want to scream and cry, tears still flowing from his eyes.

He had failed. His first mission assigned was to protect his partner. He could easily be replaced, but she could not.

Even as a deviant, he wanted that as his mission, one that he would never fail. But he did.

"Connor!" A voice yelled from behind.

Markus stood with a few other Androids behind him, the deviant leader's face softening when he took in the scene in front of him.

"We have to go. The ship is going to explode any minute." He said softly.

Connor gently laid his partner onto the cold floor and gazed at her for a moment before standing, feeling the heart wrenching image being burned into his memory banks. He took (Y/N's) pistol and put it in his pocket.

He then turned and followed the deviants as they ran to an opening in the ship's hull, a muffled explosion sounding from deep within the ship as they leapt into the freezing water below.

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Connor sat on a pew in the abandoned church that was now Jericho 2.0.

His mind drifted as he subconsciously toyed with his quarter, his elbows resting on his thighs as he gazed at the angel statue beyond an alter.

Why did it have to be you?

As an Android, he didn't believe in religion as humans did, but now he wondered:

Were you in a good place? Why were you taken from him?

The coin in his hand stalled as Markus sat next to him on the dusty pew.

The leader's eyes studied the former deviant hunter's own, seeing the conflict within them.

"I know your pain. I have experienced it as well." He stated calmly, which caused Connor's gaze to shift to him.

"His name was Carl, he was like a father to me. I did everything for him but..he treated me like a person. He died and I was shipped off to a dump." He stated, his multicolored eyes drifting to gaze at the alter.

Connor hesitated before speaking, slowly begining to toy with coin in his hand again.

"She was my partner at the DPD. I didn't realize...how I..felt about her, until it was too late." He expressed, his LED rotating from blue to yellow.

He then turned to Markus, his expression resolute.

"She wanted to help our people, even before I did. I was...blind.."

Markus thought about Carl and then his gaze shifted back to Connor, a new found determination painted in his face.

"Her death won't be in vain."

Connor clenched his jaw, his LED returning to a soft blue.

"It won't. Because I have a plan. The Cyberlife tower."

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AAA ok this is my first time writing anything for DBH so bare with me LMFAO. I hope y'all liked this random blurb I thought of! :) Also I suggest listening to the "Dark Night" track from DBH's soundtrack, because I did whilst writing and it helped with the angst ;)

[writethehousedown]

And The Livin's Easy, Chapter Three (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: hello! welcome to chapter four of zyan tries her best to juggle all of the characters. i think we’re pretty much done as far as introductions go? so here’s where things start to get interesting. hope you enjoy! my sideblog is @chachkisalpaca - and frey is an angel for beta-ing.

“Is that a hickey?” Jan asks during their improvised breakfast.

It’s still early, so there aren’t many people at the beach just yet. The Sun is up and shining bright, and Gigi is so sleep deprived she forgot about the purple spot in the crook of her neck.

Gigi shakes off the tiredness and blinks repeatedly, her cheeks getting as red as a tomato when she notices all of her friends are staring at her. She decides that there’s no point in lying and sets down her plastic cup with steaming hot coffee Jackie somehow managed to prepare.

“I had sex with someone last night,” she simply says with a shrug. The screeches from her friends hurt her ears, but she had seen them coming.

“What? When did your hoe ass get a hook up?” Brita exclaims, “Did you download fucking Tinder again, sneaked out when we were all asleep, and came back?” Gigi laughs at Brita’s incredulous tone, though she’s nervous and her cheeks are still red.

“Ew, no, you know I don’t do dating apps. That’s how my ex happened,” Gigi says, matter-of-factly, “You see, Nicky was hoarding the tent with her inflatable mattress—”

“Hey! I did ask you if you wanted to sleep with me!” Nicky complains, folding her arms, though a laugh fights to escape her mouth.

“Yeah, and I told you my name’s not Jackie,” Gigi deadpans, and both Nicky and Jackie shut their mouths. She smiles cheekily and goes on. “Anyway, as I was saying; I left the tent, walked along the beach, found this girl all alone, talked a bit, and I guess it just happened.”

She purposely leaves out that the girl was no one other than Crystal, and they entered the sea, floating near the shore until, much like Gigi predicted it, she fell off the board and Crystal had to drag her back to the shore. The fabric of her tank top stuck to her skin, making her shiver like crazy, and Crystal tried to help her warm up, she really did — but one thing led to another, and before Gigi knew it, Crystal was sucking on her neck as her hands pinned her down.

The girls holler, not believing what they’re hearing. All of them say some sort of variation of there’s no way your game is that good, and Gigi just lets them talk as she sips on her coffee.

Her phone rings in her bag so she aims for it, juggling to unlock it. She bites back a smile when she sees the notification from Instagram.

@crystalandmeth has started following you.

Gigi wants to smack Crystal for having such a handle. No wonder she couldn’t find her when she searched her up after that night at the bar.

*

Scarlet vaguely scans the pool; it’s just opened and it’s still fairly early, but there are girls sunbathing, taking pictures, and some children playing by the edge of the tiny pool, splashing each other. She smiles at that. Sometimes she even likes the kids - when they’re not pushing each other into the big pool and Scarlet has to prevent a child from drowning, that is.

The hotel is medium sized, but since it’s the summer, there’s not a room that’s not booked. She knows. Her mothers have owned it for the last twenty years. She grew up running around the halls and with the noise of the tourists settling in their rooms, dragging their suitcases with big smiles plastered across their faces.

Though her mothers have insisted that she didn’t have to work at the hotel during the summer if she didn’t want to, Scarlet had decided to fill the position of lifeguard for the morning shift until they find someone else. It’s not as if she minds, anyway; she has nothing better to do, since all of her friends traveled outside the country for their vacations, leaving her stuck in the island. That’s the downside of being friends with stuck up rich kids, she supposes.

She tells a few kids to stop running, brings back a volleyball that ended up landing on the deep side of the pool, and that’s about it, for the most part. The morning shift is very laid back; the pool usually gets crowded during the afternoon, but that’s Adore and Courtney’s problem.

Lunch time rolls around before she notices it, and she closes the pool with a relieved sigh, immediately going to the cafeteria.

Scarlet picks a frozen burrito and asks one of the ladies working at the cafeteria if they can pretty please heat it up with the nice microwave they have in the kitchen. Belinda rolls her eyes with a playful smile and squeezes Scarlet’s cheek before complying with her wishes.

“Damn, I didn’t know we could ask to use the good microwave,” a voice pipes up from her side. Scarlet giggles and turns around to look at whoever said that.

She’s met with the sight of a gorgeous woman with pink wavy hair. Scarlet licks her lips before answering.

“Oh, no, that’s uh, that’s staff privilege.” She shrugs, and the woman clicks her tongue, visibly disappointed. Scarlet looks at her plate and cocks an amused brow when she sees the bland vegetarian sandwich. “I don’t think you’ll need the microwave now, though,” she points out, nudging at her plate, and the woman stifles a laugh.

“Ah, that, yeah. This is all my stomach can handle right now — one of my friends got a little too carried away doing the drinks last night,” she comments, shifting her weight from one foot to another. Scarlet chuckles, she knows the feeling.

“Hangover food? Been there. I’m a little bolder though, I prefer French fries with a lot of ketchup,” she replies, just when Belinda hands her back her burrito. Scarlet blows a kiss her way and turns her attention back to the woman, slightly biting her lip before speaking. “D’you wanna sit together? I mean, unless you’re waiting for your friends.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m not waiting for them, I’d be stuck here for hours if I was,” she dismisses it with a wave of her hand and laughs. Scarlet thinks she has a pretty laugh. “I’m Yvie.”

“I’m Scarlet,” she introduces herself with a shiny smile.

*

Crystal sighs as she juggles her phone, struggling to put it on speaker as she currently is trying to make a decent lunch — never mind the fact it’s four p.m. and she skipped breakfast to sleep in.

She finally manages to put it on speaker and Vanessa’s voice fills the room, her tone far too annoyed and one Crystal’s grown to know all too well.

“Can you believe it, Crys? She’s but a child, and the bitch is almost thirty! I’m disgusted,” Vanessa rants, and Crystal almost snaps her optic nerve with the way she rolls her eyes.

“Vanj, hold the fuck up. Plastique is twenty two, in case you didn’t know, and Brooke is still twenty seven; the gap isn’t that big,” Crystal says. “’Sides, you two broke up last year, it’s obvious that she has moved on. So why don’t you focus on your hot bodybuilder girlfriend before I steal her off you.” She smiles cheekily when Vanessa gasps offended on the other side of the line.

“Hey! Plastic, Plastique, or whatever her name is, looks like a fucking teenager. How was I supposed to know?” She defends herself; Crystal can almost see her folding her arms with a childish pout. “Kameron is doing some gigs in California, photographing for an ice skating tour or some shit. She’s busy, but I did invite her for the competition.”

“Ajá.” Crystal is more focused in her lunch, making sure to cut the pepper as thin as possible. She knows it would’ve been easier to just order takeout, buy a soda from the drugstore around the corner, and settle in the couch and watch some garbage TV, but sometimes she misses the taste of a home cooked meal.

Vanessa goes on, talking her ear off about Kameron and how happy she is with her. She rolls her eyes; for someone in a happy relationship she sure talks a lot about her ex.

“…But that’s enough ‘bout me. What happened with you last night? Jaida came back way before you, bitch, and you reeked of sex. Like, you could barely walk straight, and you weren’t that shit faced. Spill, Glass,” Vanessa changes the topic, and Crystal nearly cuts her finger with the knife.

Her cheeks heat up when she remembers what happened at the beach with Gigi. Crystal doesn’t know if telling her to take off her soaked clothes on a whim had been a good or a bad idea, but she doesn’t regret anything — even if she still has sand in her scalp.

She clears her throat before speaking, glad that Vanessa can’t see her awfully red cheeks.

“Well, uh, remember Smoothie Girl?” she begins, throwing the pepper in the cooking pot. Vanessa musters an affirmative response. Crystal breathes in deeply. “So, like, Jaida and I finish our thing, and she tells me we should stop sleeping around, and I got excited, thinking she wanted to go on a date or something like that. But no, she actually meant that in a literal way, and naturally, I had already embarrassed myself,” Crystal rants with a groan. Vanessa just listens, “So, she left and I just. Stared at the water I guess. Then Smoothie Girl appeared out of nowhere, shit happened, one thing led to another, and suddenly I was pinning her to the ground.”

There’s silence on Vanessa’s end for what seems like an eternity, and Crystal proceeds to cut the chicken in tiny cubes, trying to not let her nerves get the best of her. She expected Vanessa to screech so loud she’d end up deaf.

“So, what you’re tryin’ to tell me is that your cheesy ass got ditched, and instead of moping around for a week, you went and slept with someone else right after?” She inquires slowly, as if she’s talking to an infant. Crystal rolls her eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Bullshit, Glass,” Vanessa declares calmly, “There’s no way in hell. You’re bullshitting me. You’ve been chasing Jaida Eleanor Hall’s ass for two years now—”

“Hey! That’s not true. It’s been a year and a half,” Crystal defends herself.

“—a year and a half, and you didn’t feel the least bit heartbroken? Really?”

Crystal shrugs, but soon realizes that’s stupid; Vanessa can’t see her.

“Vanj, you act as if I was in love with Jaida, to begin with,” she points out, perching herself against the countertop for a moment. “The girl was hot, I won’t deny it, and the sex was great — but, like, I told you I didn’t think we’d ever be something serious. I don’t hold any grudges against her.” And it’s true. Crystal’s disappointment at the moment had been magnified by the fact she made a fool of herself by misunderstanding what Jaida meant, and the alcohol usually made her a more sensitive person, if that was even possible.

Vanessa stays silent for a moment yet again, until she hears a loud sigh and some rumbling. Crystal frowns as she throws the chicken to the cooking pot, turning up the flames.

“Alright, I believe you, Glass. Now tell me, you and Smoothie Girl…?” She leaves the sentence hanging, prompting Crystal to complete it.

She laughs shortly, before checking her phone and seeing a notification from Instagram. She grins cheekily, wondering if Gigi had waited so long to follow her on purpose.

*

Jaida takes a spoonful of ice cream, trying not to choke with laughter at Monique’s re-telling of the previous night. She’d been gone for a short while, though apparently that didn’t prevent shit from going down.

“You should’ve seen Vanessa’s face when Brooke left with Plastique, oh my God, it was priceless,” Monique tells her, as enthusiastic as ever. Her ice cream melts more and more with every second that passes, but she can’t bring herself to care. Except when Monét tries to steal some of it, apparently. “Girl, had I known the bitch was that bold, I wouldn’t have invited her. I’d like her to still be alive by the end of the week.”

“Hey now, it’s not her fault Vanessa isn’t over Brooke,” Monét cuts in, “Plastique hardly knew any of y’all. She may not even know Brooke is Vanessa’s ex.”

Jaida hums in agreement, her mouth still full of ice cream. The three of them are staying at the same hotel, and they’re lucky enough there’s a good ice cream shop around the corner, so they decided to take the day off and just hang out. Not that the hangover allowed them to do anything else in the first place.

“Also, Vanessa’s a grown woman; I don’t think she goes around pitching fights because her ex’s over her, she’s better than that,” Jaida adds, wiping the rests of ice cream off her face.

Monét and Monique agree with her, and the conversation drifts to various topics, though Jaida notices they’re making an effort not to bring Crystal up. She appreciates it, because right now that’s a can of worms she rather not open.

It’s not that she regrets being with her, it’s more like she hates herself for dragging their thing for so long, and by the way Crystal bit her tongue and nodded wordlessly when she told her she rather stop this, she can tell she hurt her — at least to some degree, because the rest of the night she’d acted as if nothing happened and everything was cool. Jaida doesn’t know if it was faked or not.

Monét and Monique start to argue about something, probably about how they’re not going to be easy on each other just because they’re girlfriends now; they go way too fast for her to catch up, especially since she’s still eating her frost mint ice cream and can’t be bothered about their relationship right now — she hears about it on the daily, anyway.

Jaida brings the spoon to her lips when she looks past Monique’s shoulder, looking at the entrance of shop, and she freezes for a moment. She blinks repeatedly, until she knows for real this is not her eyes deceiving her; the same woman as last night is seating near the entrance with someone else, chatting and laughing and looking even prettier in the daylight.

She squints, trying to remember her name; Jen, was it? She’s pretty sure she heard her friend say it, but she can’t remember that well.  

Jaida pulls her gaze away when she realizes she’s staring, and tries to focus on whatever Monét and Monique are talking about. But soon she feels someone looking at her, and she steals a glance at the girl out of the corner of her eye; she finds that she’s staring back at her, but she quickly withdraws her gaze.

Jaida smiles against the spoon. She doesn’t question how is it possible she ran into her again, especially considering the island is big and the chances of seeing her again were slim. Perhaps it’s a coincidence.

“I’m telling you, ‘Nét, this bitch had an edgy phase!” Monique exclaims, tugging at Jaida’s arm, causing her to accidentally throw a good chunk of ice cream on her blouse. Monique stays still for a moment as Jaida fumbles with the tissue paper. “I’m sorry, girl,” she says, with her tone so high pitched and full of regret, Jaida finds it hard to get mad at her.

She sighs dramatically, leaving the tissues aside and standing up. “Don’t worry, sis, it’s no big deal. I can wash this, anyway.” She shrugs. “Though I’m expecting you to buy me a pina colada next time we hit the bar,” she teasingly says before leaving to the bathroom.

She can hear Monét’s laugh and the smack Monique gives her on the arm, pitching the blame for Jaida’s ruined blouse on her. Sometimes Jaida swears neither one of them knows the volume of their own voices.

She wets a tissue and gets the ice cream off her skin before it gets sticky. The bathroom is tinier than she expected, but at least there’s no one else.

Or so she thought.

“Sweet baby Jesus, Nicole, how did you manage to burn the eggs?” a voice speaks from one of the stalls, and Jaida jumps a little.

A woman comes out from one the three stalls, holding her phone in the crook of her neck as she washes her hands. Jaida stiffs a little when she notices it’s the girl from the beach. Jen (or Jan), apparently, remembers her too, because she stops for a moment when she sees her, biting her lower lip before speaking again.

“Nicks, just, don’t touch anything else from the kitchen. Jackie and I will come back in a moment — please don’t listen neither Gigi nor Brita, they’re as bad cooks as you, 'kay?” She hangs up and sighs loudly, drying her hands before putting the phone back in the pocket of her shorts.

“That’s quite an interesting daycare you got there,” Jaida comments lightheartedly, throwing the tissues to the trash. The woman chuckles, turning to see her.

“Keeping toddlers in their twenties alive is my passion,” she deadpans, playing with the hem of her shirt. Jaida laughs shortly. “I’ve heard they’re easier to take care of once they’re thirty,” she comments with a cheeky smile, making Jaida laugh again.

“I wouldn’t have my hopes up if I were you,” Jaida replies, checking herself in the mirror and making sure she’s wiped off all the ice cream

She sucks in a quick breath, looking back at the woman, who’s perched against the sink, texting someone.

“Hey,” she says, catching her attention. “This probably sounds crazy, but is there any chance you were at O'Ahu beach last night, looking for a ball, maybe?” Jaida wonders, and almost right away she sees Jen (or Jan) cheeks lit up.

“Oh, Jesus, I was hoping you wouldn’t remember me. That was so embarrassing. I’m sorry.” She covers her face with her hands and Jaida laughs softly, coming some steps closer.

“Girl, it’s fine, for real,” she assures her, and Jen (or Jan) slowly uncovers her face. The rosy tone in her cheeks makes her look cute. She bites her lower lip before continuing. “I did mean it when I said I can’t be mad at a pretty girl.”

Jen (or Jan) smiles sheepishly and laugh, tucking a strand of lose hair behind her ear.

“Well, I meant it too when I said you’re not so bad yourself. I didn’t mean to finger gun you, though.”

Jaida laughs, and for a moment she forgets she has to go back to Monét and Monique. They strike up a conversation, and Jaida learns that her name is Jan and not Jen, and that she blushes a deep shade of red whenever she compliments her in any way. Jaida thinks she’s the cutest girl she’s ever met.

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A/N: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

first one- order up uwu i hAD to write something for bumblebee. transformers was my sweetheart in middle school. oh and for future reference; pls give me a ship or somethin when requesting a number. thank you!

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He's shaking, like some wild animal just freed from a snare.

He's got the same eyes as one too- wide and barely blinking, except they looked like headlights with pupils.

His whole frame has a mighty shudder as you say the phrase again and he looks down at you. It jarrs you that a giant robot could have so much feeling pouring out through its optics.

"It's gonna be fine big guy." you reassure, slowly reaching out to touch one of his large forearms. Your hands are shaky- all of you is. You're talking to a fifteen foot robot for pete's sake.

A quiet woosh of air cycles out of him and he seems to settle, but he's still ruffled around the edges.

Iridescent blue is smeared on parts of his armored body and it looks like the suits he'd been afraid of - they had grappled with him using some high tech weaponry straight out of Men In Black - did some notable damage. You didn't know much about mechanics but you were willing to do some research to help the bot out.

Despite easily towering over you, the robot was so careful with you.

You'd been on your bike when a stray shot from the earlier battle skimmed you, blowing out one of your tires, and you just had to investigate the fucking laser sounds near the lonely strip of road.

He carried you away, transforming into some yellow bug before he clunked back into a bot and slunk into an impound lot. You thanked him, too hopped up on adrenaline to think of how crazy everything was but that was about when you noticed how shaken he was behaving.

It was like he was having some kind of ptsd attack.

And while you didn't know tech very well, you knew that wasn't normal for a robot to have.

Your eyes dart around the lot. It seemed empty of people so it would make due as a hiding place for him while you went out and got supplies to repair him.

But he didn't seem to want to be alone.

There's a croaky warble and the shift of metal as he moves to follow you.

You immediately wave your arms to stop him, "Whoa, whoa. Stay here. I'll be back before you know it okay? I just need to get stuff to help you and me." you gesture to yourself.

You've got a few burns and scuffs on your own body that needed handling.

The bot gave a heart aching croon and hunched himself down to your level. His antenna and doorwings drooping.

God he looked like a kicked puppy.

There was also a tremble in his large hands that mirrored yours and you sighed, reaching out to touch them. You look into his eyes.

"Hey, hey, calm down." you say gently, "They can’t hurt you anymore. I'll be quick. I promise it's gonna be fine. I'll make sure they won't find you again."

He holds your stare, then wavers and nods with a few gentle clicks and trills.

You let go, your heart finally able to keep pace with your head and that, without all the fast rushing, gogo blood, was starting to thump.

Yeah, you definitely needed to get some painkillers.

You scribble it down on your mental list and start again for a large gash in the lot's fence. You duck through, trying not to nick yourself as your body rattled through the linked metal, and look back at the bot. He's watching you carefully and you give him one more nod before slipping away.

Thankfully, there are stores nearby and it's just a five minute jog to them. You just hope the bot can hold and stay calm as you got e everything together.

Despite all the aches setting in, what you saw in the bot's eyes keep you focused.

Fear and empathy, and a strong inkling of trust.

So pure, it hurt.

You couldn't let anything harm that.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Sledgehammer

Chapter Fourteen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2620  Warnings: Angst, swearing

Song: The Other Side by Ruelle

The verdict was in, and the news wasn’t good though it was what you’d expected. Helen hadn’t even needed to make the trip once Bruce had sent her your scans. Your optic nerve was fired, no longer viable, with zero chance of ever being repaired. Even with your new crazy healing abilities, the cells of your optic nerves remained, for lack of a better term, dead.

The world had become dark and scary, something which set you clinging to Steve.

In a matter of days, your bullet wound and broken arm had completely healed, and Bruce had released you from the med-wing, but panic had set in as soon as you’d taken your first blind steps.

Everything was so loud, smelled so strong. Even the air on your skin was enough to make you flinch. Every step you took was terrifying, not knowing where you were, what was ahead of you.

Steve was your safety net. With him at your side, you could focus on the beat of his heart or the sound of his voice. His scent drowned out all others, and his touch kept you calm. It was like he could sense when you were close to having a meltdown and would arrive to take you away, back to your now shared room where the world was drowned out by all things Steve.

Today, day four since your diagnosis, you were sitting on the sofa in the lounge. Through the window you could feel the heat of the sun come and go on your skin, making you wonder if it was cloudy outside. It was quiet, for once, everyone off doing something, training somewhere, debriefing and whatnot.

Vision and Wanda had gone with Sharon to handle the mission the woman had brought with her when the others had come to get you and were due back today.

Guilt rippled inside you for that. If you’d been smart enough to talk to Steve, Garry would never have gotten the better of you, you wouldn’t be in this predicament, and wouldn’t be questioning your place in this compound now that you were, technically, a burden.

What worth did a blind Avenger slash Valkyrie really have?

It was a question which plagued you day after day, hour after hour. What good were you? In all your past lives you’d been Helgi’s shield. You’d fought at his side, kept him safe, and watched his back. How were you to do so now?

Sighing heavily, you plunked your elbow down on the armrest and set your chin in your palm.

Nearly silent footsteps walked toward you, the wiring of a cybernetic arm accompanying the strides, and you flinched, knowing it was coming but avoiding it like the plague. “Bucky,” you murmured, keeping your face turned away.

It did little good as he sat on the coffee table and took your hand. “Hey, darlin', how you doing?”

You shrugged. “Good as can be expected.”

Already the noise was building. His heartbeat, the sound of his arm, the shifting of the leather he wore. Weapons on his hips smelled strongly of gun oil and powder. The wind rushed and whistled past the windows. People talked and laughed in the hall.

All of it set your head pounding.

“I talked to Steve, about what that shit told you.”

“I know, he said.”

“I was gonna yell at you, you know, before…”

You gave a small smile. “You could still yell. I’m blind, not deaf, Buck.”

His hand tightened. “Yeah, yeah you are. I’m real sorry about that,” he said quietly.

“Not your fault, Bucky. I was the one too stupid to know it wasn’t you.” You couldn’t see him, but the shame still had you looking away.

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t tell the difference between you and that fucker when we found you. I damn near put a bullet in you. If you hadn’t known about Steve’s lisp… I may have killed you.”

You’d never smelled fear before, but even the trickle of it you were getting off Bucky was sour enough to make your nose wrinkle. “He was an excellent mimic.”

“He was. Once I calmed down, got past the mad and the scared, I came to that realization. I’m sorry for barking at you your first day back, doll. Real sorry when I ended up with Thor smacking his ham hock of a hand to my face,” he grumbled.

A snicker escaped, even as the pounding in your skull grew worse. “I wondered about that. Couldn’t tell if he’d only glared at you, or if he’d forcibly shut you up.”

He snorted, the sound a familiar one. “Try both. Only reason I didn’t clock him.”

“Steve won’t tell me what happened with Garry. He tries, but…” you shrugged. Every time Garry’s name came up, it was like Steve relived what happened in the compound. His heart would pound, and his breathing grow ragged until you grew so concerned you’d stopped asking, hating how upset he got.

Bucky shifted to the sofa, his hand never leaving yours. “It was tough on Steve after you were taken. He didn’t eat, hardly slept, worked out like a man possessed. He went through Hill’s files more than anyone besides Faye, and pieced it all together while the rest of us just tried to keep up.”

“He’s always smarter than people give him credit for,” you said with a soft smile.

“Oh, I know it, doll,” he chuckled. “When Thor and Loki showed up, Loki tore into him for losing you, said all kinds of crap to make Steve doubt himself and his place in your heart.”

And Loki was going to have his ass verbally handed to him when next the God of Mischief appeared. He’d said he’d stick around, but so far both he and Thor were AWOL.

“Steve took it hard, real hard. I’m glad you’ve cleared up that whole Helgi mystery.”

He swallowed, the sound a nervous one and made you smile. “Worried for a minute, were you?”

“Nah,” he scoffed. “Shit, doll face. You two look at each other, and the world disappears.”

Again you looked away, the words both pleasing and disconcerting.

“What’s that look for, (Y/N)?”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. What happened with Garry?”

“I shot him right as he shot you. Bruce called him a shit shot, but the fucker would have killed you had I been any slower. You did train him after all.” He bumped his shoulder into yours.

The praise, such as it was, made you blush. “So… he’s dead?” you breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well…” he hedged, fidgeting with his metal hand, causing the gears to spin and whir.

“What’s that mean?”

More movement, the scent of conditioner, metal through hair as he thrust his fingers through his locks, something he did when he was uncomfortable. “I shot him, but it only put him down. Steve was busy with you, so I cuffed shit for brains and hauled his ass back here.”

Everything inside you froze. All noise ended, silence falling so rapidly you thought you’d gone deaf as you slowly turned your head towards Bucky, looking in the direction of his voice. “The fucking glamour fairy is here?” you asked, sharp and deadly.

“He was. He disappeared the same time Thor and Loki did. No way he could have escaped, not where he was locked up, so we figure they took him.”

A shiver raced through your body, this one of excited knowing. “Oh… shit,” you snickered. “I could almost feel sorry for him if those two have him.”

“What you mean?” he gruffed. “I was looking forward to beating him bloody, as were a few others. Even the Hulk called dibs.”

A laugh slipped out with that thought. “He would be little more than a meat sack.”

“Such was Bruce’s explanation. Needless to say, the big guy isn't too pleased with the two Asgardians. Heard Bruce mutter puny gods a few times. Not sure he even noticed.”

“Don’t worry. If Loki has him, Garry will wish for death.” Maybe you shouldn’t sound nearly gleeful at the prospect of Loki torturing the man, but with all he’d put you through, with the outcome of his experiment now known, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Do I want to know?” Bucky murmured, clearly disconcerted by the look on your face.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself remember. “There are places on Asgard no one willingly ventures. Places where only a God would dare walk, and even they did so with caution. Loki loved such places. He had secret caves and tunnels all over, ins and outs no one knew of. Places where no one would hear the screams…”

“Doll, you’re scarier than I remember,” Bucky chuckled, patting your hand. “I think I like it.”

Grinning, you shook your head. “Just as long as you don’t wax poetic about your feelings, Barnes, we’re all good.”

“Nah. I like you, (Y/N). You're like a sister, but everyone can see you and Steve belong together. He deserves to have some happiness in his life.”

Again your face fell, your smile faltering as you looked away.

His metal hand was cold on your cheek when he turned your face back to his.  “No more bullshit, doll. What’s going on?”

Sighing, you deflated. “I’m just thinking of the future. Not much call for a blind Valkyrie.”

“Jeez, woman! It’s been less than a week. Give people some time to figure shit out,” he huffed.

“What’s to figure out, Buck? I’m blind. It’s permanent. Nothing Helen or Bruce or Tony can do will ever fix that! I’m no good here anymore. Gods!” Jerking your hand from his, you clenched it into a fist on your knee. “I can’t even pace anymore when I’m frustrated for fear of walking into something I can’t see! Everything is too loud, too intense. I can hear everything, and it’s driving me crazy! The only time it stops is when I’m with Steve, but what kind of life is this? What kind of burden will I become for him?”

“It will get better, darlin'. You’ve just got to give it time,” he tried to reassure you.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s not getting better, Bucky, it’s getting worse! Every day it gets harder to leave my room, leave Steve’s room. I don’t know what to do!” you wailed, tears falling freely down your face.

“Hey, now,” he murmured, dragging you into a hug. “It’s okay, darlin'. We need to figure this out. One step at a time.”

“I feel useless and…”

“And?”

“Unworthy.”

“Unworthy of what?” he asked softly.

“Of Steve.” More tears fell, sliding silently off your chin to soak into Bucky’s clothes. “I’m supposed to protect him, but I can’t even pick out matching socks anymore.”

“Oh, doll face,” he sighed, stroking your back.

Snuffling, you pushed him away. “Can you help me get back? I’ve got a killer headache.”

“Yeah, yeah I can get you there.” He helped you up, tucking your arm in his to make guiding you easier.

Every step filled you with crushing despair, the darkness so complete. It played havoc with your balance, causing you to cling tightly to Bucky, and everything was so much louder as you had to make your way past a bunch of communal spaces before the living quarters again grew quieter.

At the door, you paused to detach your arm from Bucky’s. “I’m good from here.”

“You sure, doll?” Worry coated his tone.

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” Nodding, you offered a fake smile and swung the door shut behind you. It was eight steps to the back of the sofa, another ten to the bedroom door — six to the edge of the bed which you sat on once you found it with your head down. Breathing slowly, you let the very essence which was Steve soak in, block out the noise, fill your heart.

You should leave, it was the only choice. Eventually, you’d become a burden Steve shouldn’t be tasked with handling, a distraction he couldn’t afford, but the idea of leaving, of walking away from your heart and soul hurt so much it set you grabbing for your chest. The love you shared was so big, so bold, it spanned generations, continually being reborn to live and love again. How could you walk away from that?

Falling back on the bed, you scooted around until you could pull Steve’s pillow to your chest and bury your nose in it.

***

When Bucky walked into his office with that look, Steve knew there was trouble. “What’s up?”

“Just talked to (Y/N),” he mumbled, clenching his fist in the back of the chair across from Steve.

“What’s wrong? She still unsure? You didn’t yell at her, did you?” Over the last few days, everyone who Garry had imitated had sat with (Y/N) clearing the air, even Tony whose harsh words had been his own, just coming at a low point of this whole fiasco.

“You need to go talk to her, Steve. She’s… not doing well.”

Instantly on his feet, Steve turned scared eyes to Bucky. “What? How? Did you take her back to medical?”

“Not physically, punk. Physically she’s as good as she’s gonna get. It’s her mental health that’s fucked up. I should know, I know depression when I see it.”

Bucky had suffered with it long enough; Steve knew in his heart the man was going to be right. “What did she say?”

“She feels useless, likely she feels like a burden. She’s lost a vital part of herself and doesn’t know how to adjust. Add that to her destiny, and she’s got to be feeling lost.”

“Destiny? What destiny?”

“Sometimes I wonder how you can be so smart and yet so stupid,” Bucky snorted.

“Bite me, jerk.”

“Kiss off, punk,” Bucky growled right back. “This Helgi stuff! She’s supposed to be your protector, and now she can’t! What good is a blind Valkyrie? That’s what she said to me.”

Steve flinched, well aware of her inner strife. “I know, she said the same to me. What good is a blind Avenger?”

“It’s horseshit. Even if she can’t go on missions again, don’t mean fuck all,” Bucky grumbled. “She can learn other skills. People do it all the time.”

Coming around his desk, Steve leaned against it and crossed his arms. “Could you?”

“Huh?” Bucky muttered.

“If you ended up blind tomorrow, could you face having to learn everything all over again, never pick up another gun, never be able to assist on a mission again? Or would it drive you a little crazy?”

Opening his mouth, Bucky then closed it with a snap. “Point taken.”

“I’ve got an idea, a plan, but I keep running up against a wall. The guy I’m looking for disappeared a while ago. FRIDAY’s looking, but so far she’s come up empty.”

Scrubbing his hands over his face, Bucky sighed. “Still, you best go talk to your girl, Steve. She thinks you’d be better off without her.”

“The fuck you just say?” Steve snarled. “After everything, she’s just gonna give up?”

“Pal, I’m just the messenger.” Bucky held up his hands. “I took her back to your room and came straight here.”

Pointing at his desk, Steve snapped, “Plant your ass, write the reports, and pray FRIDAY finds the guy I’m looking for… quickly!” Striding out of the room, he slammed the door behind him.

Bucky chuckled softly, knowing he’d done good. He wasn’t about to let Steve lose the one thing he wanted most in the entire world, no matter what she thought was right.

Next Chapter 

[rainygalaxynerd]

Brave New World - Chapter 54

Warnings: Not really.

Summary: Garcia wants answers, Sam has a plan.

Word count: App 2200

A/N This was a bit easier to write. I think we’re getting there <3

This is part of a chapter story. Link to mobile master list here.

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Dean ran a hand over his eyes tiredly. “Fuck it. Fuck my life. Fuck me for sounding like an emo goth kid. Just get in, you two.” He stepped aside and motioned for Morgan and Garcia to enter.

Chapter 54 - Allies and a Plan

“Woah,” Charlie said, eyeing the newcomers. “Getting crowded in here.”

Sam raised a questioning eyebrow at Dean, who picked up the notebook and wrote:

MORGAN’S FRIEND KNOWS AB. CIA HACK. NEEDS TO KNOW THE TRUTH.

Sam frowned. “Could you be a bit more specific? I mean not that I’m against the whole truth and nothing but it would just take a lot of time, you know.” He shrugged apologetically at Garcia.

She was gaping. “That’s Sam Winchester.”

Derek put a comforting arm around her shoulders. “Yes, Penny.”

She glanced at the notebook, Dean was scribbling in furiously. “Why is he doing that?”

Charlie answered. “Because Sam can’t hear anything. He pulled some magic trick and now he rambles crazy stuff half the time and his eyes glow.”

“Who are you?” Morgan asked her, eyes bugging.

“I’m Charlie. For now. Definitely changing my name and birthdate when this is over.” Charlie nodded to herself. “I could be a Kim, couldn’t I? Or maybe Denise, that’s a nice name isn’t it?”

Caitlin put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “I like Charlie. You’re babbling, by the way,” she said with a small smile.

“Sorry.” Charlie nodded, rolled her shoulders and hugged herself. “I get nervous every time the a… Castiel does that thing, you know. And the last hour has been a lot for me.” Charlie took some time to really stare at Caitlin. “Seriously, how can you be so calm?”

Caitlin squeezed Charlie’s arm and giggled. “I’ve had weeks of practice. You should have seen me after I met my first ghost.” She looked around and noted that Charlie was right: Cas had disappeared at some point, probably at the knock on the door.

Caitlin shared a smile with Charlie as they watched Garcia sputter and eventually snap: “Have you all gone completely and collectively insane?”

Dean snorted. “I wish.”

Mogan rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes. With a sigh, he turned to Dean. “Could you start with the identity confusion, please?”

“Easy. Cas, I mean Castiel, the Angel of Thursday, put an optic illusion on me so I could help Caitlin at the interview. It only works on people who don’t know me. That’s why you see my usual pretty face and she sees something else.”

Morgan’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “Did you say angel? I didn’t think you believed in that, what did you call it back then? Religious crap?”

Dean scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, well… that was before the apocalypse.” At Morgan’s incredulous expression, Dean continued: “The biblical one, I mean. There was a shit storm of angels and a prophet and Lucifer walked the earth. Tons of fun. Cas helped shut it down.”

“I think we should meet and catch up a bit more often,” Morgan said.

Dean looked out the window. “Na, man. Not much to tell, anyway.”

“Dean.” Caitlin had snuck under his arm and wrapped an arm around him. “Please?”

“No!” Dean scowled at her but didn’t move away from her. “It’s over. No one wants to hear about that shit.”

“I do.”

“You really, really don’t, Caitie.”

“Why?”

Helplessly, Caitlin watched Dean shot down completely and turn to Garcia. “Listen, Sweetheart, I’d love to plead my questionable sanity to you all day but we were kind of in the middle of planning the next big boss fight. Talk to the others, observe, form your own opinion, got it?”

Garcia nodded dumbly, mouth hanging open, eyes following Dean as he turned to Sam and picked up the notebook and pointed at his last question.

Sam answered calmly: “We need the bone of a saint, dipped in the blood of an angel and the blood of a demon. Then we melt down Bobby’s flask and cover the tip in that.”

“But Bobby’s tethered to the flask. That would destroy his soul.” Dean had forgotten that Sam couldn’t hear but apparently, that wasn’t a problem this time.

Sam’s eyes began to glow and his voice echoed. “No. It will send his soul to Heaven where it belongs. The hate and spite and thirst for revenge that has already begun to eat at Bobby’s spirit will be the shackle that binds Roman to his vessel.”

The glow faded and Sam spoke normally, once again. “When he’s bound to the vessel, we can behead him, douse him in borax, and bury pieces of him all over the continent.”

Dean was about to protest some more when Bobby showed up to simply nod his head twice, face serene and almost smiling, before fading away again.

In the background, Charlie and Garcia both squeaked.

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his head slightly and took a deep breath before squaring his shoulders. “Won’t the other Leviathans try to put him back together?”

Sam pointed impatiently at the notebook and Dean grumbled about inconsistent deafness as he scribbled the words.

Sam read the question and shrugged. “Probably. But as more and more of them suffer the same fate it will be mighty difficult for them to find the right pieces, don’t you think?”

Dean nodded with a smirk. “I guess.” A worry line appeared on his forehead. “I just wish we could do something more permanent.”

“No,” Sam said, looking sad and exhausted. “You really, really don’t.”

Meanwhile, Garcia had listened, had analyzed what she heard and compared it to what Morgan had already told her. It was crazy, crazy and scary and impossible but it was true. Every word, every scary detail, glowing eyes and ghosts included, it all added up. She stared at the men in front of her and something seemed to shimmer and break.

“You’re Dean Winchester,” she blurted when the face of Agent Dean Smith morphed into the well-known outlaw.

He raised his head quickly from the notepad he was scribbling on, to grin at her and give her a thumbs up sign.

Garcia turned to Morgan. “That’s Dean Winchester.”

Morgan nodded, expression cautious.

“That’s Dean Winchester and that’s Sam Winchester and it sounds like they’re plotting to kill the richest man in the US.”

Morgan nodded again and bit his lip.

“I knew that guy was bad news.” Garcia ignored Morgan’s baffled look and turned to Charlie. “Nice work at the CIA. If you do another mock-attack they’ll restart their systems and the changes you made will  be untraceable.”

“Thanks,” Charlie gushed. “I wanted to but I didn’t have enough juice to pull the diversions needed. All I had was that one.” She pointed to the laptop bag resting in a corner.

Garcia’s eyes widened. “You hacked CIA with just a laptop?”

Charlie blushed. “I just went through their standard gateways instead of going through the firewall.”

Garcia frowned. “Then you’d have to know the correct username and password for someone with a lot of clearance.”

Charlie shrugged. “It’s not my fault the director hadn’t changed it since I hacked them the last time.”

“Last time?” Garcia quirked an eyebrow at Charlie.

“A couple of days ago I found some pretty unbelievable information about my boss, Dick Roman. I still had my own stuff then so I checked FBI, NSA, Interpol, Home Security, CIA and fucking NASA for confirmation. They’re all clueless, by the way.”

Garcia nodded, her expression saying how could you expect different when Dean interrupted.

“Listen up, Ladies.” He smirked at Morgan and continued. “We’ve got a recipe for Leviathan soup. You can run along or help us with the grocery list. Choice is yours.”

“I’ll help if I can,” Caitlin immediately said.

“What she said,” Charlie nodded.

“If there’s anything I can do when I’m off duty,” Morgan said and thrust his hip out while putting his hand on it, thoroughly embracing his newfound title as a lady just to mess with Dean.

“As long as I can hide behind a screen and do my real job, too,” Garcia declared.

Dean looked at all of them one by one, an unspoken question in his eyes. “You sure about that? Really?”

“Of course we want to help.” Caitlin smiled at his stunned expression. “We’re glad you asked us.”

He nodded, still perplexed. “Okay. Um, right. We need a box from a storage room in New York containing a human femur of a saintified nun.”

As Dean drew in a breath to continue the list, Cas showed up by the door, holding an old wooden box. “The femur of Katharine Drexel, as requested.”

While Garcia and Morgan stood speechless, Dean walked over to accept the box. “Thanks, Cas. Boy, that was fast. Could you, you know. I mean, do you mind bleeding a bit for us again?”

Cas gave Dean a fond smile. “Gladly, my friend.” He seemed to conjure a glass from thin air and as they watched it filled with blood. He offered it to Dean who fumbled a bit with the wooden box before dumping it in Caitlin’s arms.

Dean took the blood filled glass. “Thank you.” He looked around and zeroed in on the room’s mini fridge. Carefully putting the blood inside, he stood and looked at the notebook again.

“Okay, next is some demon blood and then we need to find somewhere remote and get a nice hot fire going.” He held a hand over his pocket, trembling slightly. “Finally, we need to figure out a way to get Roman out in the open with minimum security.”

Charlie and Garcia exchanged looks.

“Leave that to us,” Charlie smirked.

“Okay. Great. I guess all we need is demon blood, then, before going on a picnic. That was… easier than expected.”

Dean scratched out the items on the list already accounted for and showed it to Sam, who nodded.

Sam left the room shortly, then came back with the spray paint from his duffel. Wordlessly he shooed everyone away from the largest free space and painted a devil’s trap on the floor.

“Do you know what he’s doing?” Caitlin whispered to Dean.

Dean scowled. “If I’m not mistaken he’s going to summon a demon. Bloody show-off. Let’s get everyone out of here.”

Just then, Sam started chanting, the latin flowing from his lips quickly and effortlessly.

Dean ordered everyone to relocate to the small room next door, offering no explanations as to why. As soon as he could, he returned to stand by Sam’s side.

Within minutes, a young dark-haired woman appeared in the devil’s trap, looking scared and confused.

“Meg,” Sam smirked. “Long time no see. Are you up for some fun?”

“Why, Sammy, my boy,” the demon drawled back at him, all signs of fear quickly hidden away. “Have you changed your mind about me?”

Sam rolled his eyes and gestured at Dean to continue the conversation.

“I’m pretty sure Sam always thought you looked your best bloody, Meg.” He held up an empty water bottle. “But this time, all you have to do is bleed this half full. Then we’ll let you go.”

Meg cackled in disbelief. “Right. Just give you my blood like it holds no power over me whatsoever and then you’ll let me simply waltz right out of here? Try again, Deano, and cut the bullshit this time.”

“Give us your blood so we can kill Dick Roman and we’ll exorcise you back to hell and you can crawl back out. You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

“No. If I do this, you let me fucking go. I won’t bother you but I’m not going back to hell.”

“Don’t talk like you’re calling the shots, Meg. We can just take it instead.” Dean drew a knife from his boot and tested its edge to demonstrate what he meant.

She tilted her head and looked at him, looked through him. As she opened her mouth to speak, undoubtedly the usual vile psychological crap mixture of truths and lies that demons were masters of, Sam coughed. Her eyes slid sideways and she recoiled in horror. Saying nothing else, she looked pleadingly at Dean.

He tossed the bottle into the trap with a smirk.

Meg curled in on herself as far from Sam as she could get and used a long fingernail to open a vein. She collected the blood in the bottle and rolled it back to Dean. She gave Sam another scared glance and steeled herself.

Dean opened his mouth to start the exorcism.

Meg looked up at him, a strange vulnerability in her expression. “Say hi to Clarence for me,” she said.

Dean stood, dumbstruck, suddenly reminded of one of the weirdest things he had witnessed in a lifetime of weird. Meg kissing Cas back then to steal his blade had made sense but Cas… Cas had kissed her back, fervently so.

“Why don’t you tell him yourself,” Dean muttered, suddenly convinced that the angel was there, unseen.

Cas appeared as expected. With a sigh, he stepped across the boundary of the sigil and offered his hand to Meg. “I will take her somewhere far from here.”

Dean bit his tongue to keep from arguing how wrong being considerate to a demon was. Sam stood impassively next to him and when Dean chanced a look at him, he was bleeding from his ear again. When he looked back at the trap, it was empty.

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