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nightingaelic · 3 years ago

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could you do Fallout New Vegas companion’s reactions to a Courier Six who is also the Lone Wanderer telling their stories from their time in DC? (bonus points for Arcade’s reaction to them hating the enclave, and if that would make him decide to keep his past hidden even longer, or if he would still tell them?)

The logistics and implications of this make my head spin. This is also super long, honestly I should just quit writing reacts and start writing fics OH WAIT

Getting the courier talking was a tough thing to do, but on nights where the moon was full and the coyotes' howls were miles away or at least behind some stout walls, on nights where they were a few beers in and they hadn't seen another living soul in a few days, that Mojave Express deliverer started to reminisce. That wasn't really the surprising part, though. No, the surprising part was what they would remember, fondly or not-so-fondly: A world apart from the desert, a continent away on another coast, and stories of life in a vault, a missing father, pure water and a Brotherhood divided.

Arcade Gannon: Arcade didn't mind these moods, at least when they first cropped up. He nodded along as the courier talked about living in their father's shadow, about feeling cornered by their own family's legacy. He hung on their words about living in the cradle of America's history, about Project Purity, all of the gritty details of modifying a GECK to bring water to a devastated wasteland.

Eventually though, the courier's memories soured, with the arrival of Enclave remnants in their life. Arcade folded into himself with every harsh word, every jolt of plasma that had disrupted his friend's world relived in horrific detail. They gestured angrily as they described their newfound purpose, their battle for power with the fractured Brotherhood of Steel at their back, and their smug satisfaction at the moments they were able to crack open Raven Rock and the Enclave's mobile base crawler and lay waste to their tormentors.

It took a few rounds of these stories before the courier noticed he shrank and grew quiet whenever they neared the end of their story about breaking into another vault to find the GECK. They stopped abruptly one night. "What's up with you?"

"Um..." Arcade scratched the back of his neck and looked away. "Nothing. Nothing, I just... have some personal experience with the Enclave, myself."

The courier sighed. "Yeah, there's a few people walking around the West Coast that have similar stories to mine. Arroyo's full of them, for one. Is it something like that?"

Arcade took a deep breath. "I feel... well, it's a lot closer to home, for me. Close enough to raise questions, so I don't talk about it much."

"Close enough to..." The courier twisted their face up in confusion for a moment, before realization set in and their eyes grew large. "You were... your... oh."

"Mmm-hm."

"Well, fuck me." The courier smiled and popped a cap off of another beer. "I've been doing all the talking, haven't I? Let's hear your story about working with the guys in power armor who ruined my life, right after dad did."

Craig Boone: Whenever the courier started up like this, Boone couldn't help but notice a familiar twinge of regret and self-doubt in their voice. It shone through most clearly when they spoke about their time with the Brotherhood of Steel, the men and women they'd fought alongside and lost during their struggle against the remnants of the Enclave. It was there, too, in their story about returning to the vault they grew up in, setting the chaos that had arisen in their wake to rest, but not being able to go back to the way things were.

Boone didn't pry. He knew that feeling well. Instead, he cracked open bottles of beer, liquor, soda, whatever they had on hand during their nights in the desert, and just listened. He'd done the same for Carla, when they were younger and new to each other and he couldn't get enough of her voice and how it flowed endlessly, easily, the way his never could. He absorbed it all now as he did then: The joy, the pain, the loss, the fear, the triumphs and falls and abandoned dreams that filled the courier up and drove them to travel west, beyond anything they had ever known.

That last part stumped Boone a bit, though. "Why didn't you stay?" he finally asked one night.

They looked surprised. "Stay? Stay where? I didn't have a home anymore."

Boone shook his head. "With the Brotherhood. Or some other settlement."

"Like Megaton?" The courier sighed. "I thought about it. Close to the vault, friendly people, easy work... I guess I just didn't want to wind up... stuck."

They flushed red and looked away from him. Boone knew why they were embarrassed, but he also knew the truth in their words.

Sometimes the courier cried after they had finished, though they did their best to hide it. Boone pretended not to notice. He was pretty sure they knew he was pretending, but he was also pretty sure that pointing it out would be worse than just letting it be an open secret between them. The silence between them endured, but something grew inside it and flourished. Some kind of deeper understanding.

Lily Bowen: The more the courier spoke, the more Lily made connections in her muddled mind. Of course they knew the basic layout of most vaults, they had grown up in one. Of course they were extra-sensitive to the Mojave heat, they had come to the desert from the cooler of the two coasts. Of course they'd been extra-wary around the super mutants or nightkin of Jacobstown, they had only known angry super mutants looking to grow their own numbers through any means necessary.

Their shared experience of growing up inside a vault reminded Lily of happier days, and she often asked questions about Vault 101 during the courier's stories. "Were you sweet on anyone inside your old home?" she asked, with a big smile befitting a proud grandma.

The courier blushed. "That's not very polite, Lily."

"Oh, I'm sorry, dearie."

"No, no it's okay." The courier smiled. "There was a boy who picked on me a lot, but I never figured out whether he did it because he hated me or liked me. His name was Butch. And there was Amata, my childhood friend. She was the daughter of the Overseer."

"Daughter of the Overseer?" Lily grinned. "I'm sure she was a lovely young woman."

The courier looked a little misty. "Yeah. She was. Probably still is."

Lily pulled a handkerchief that used to be a small tablecloth from inside her overalls and handed it over. "Maybe we can go back there together, pumpkin," she offered. "I always wanted to travel to the capital. We can visit your friends, see the sights."

"Yeah, maybe someday." The courier accepted the gift and blew their nose. "I've got some things I need to finish up here before I even think about wandering back east, though."

"Then let's make a list and do our chores," Lily said happily. "Number one?"

"Ohhhh, man." The courier smiled up at her. "I wouldn't even know where to start."

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul got a faint smile on his face whenever the courier started up like this, as if their memories reminded him of another place he had come from, another time. While they couldn't have more different backgrounds, pasts- hell, he had several hundred years on the courier, even if they shared the same road today- there was something in the description of the other roads they had walked that made him feel warm on a cold night.

"What's on your mind?" The courier asked him one night, when Raul's smile grew larger than usual.

"Nada, boss," he reassured them. "You're just a good reminder that I can change my mind about the future anytime I'd like. Tell me the one about that radio DJ again."

"Again?" The courier rolled their eyes. "Why? I could tell you a million stories about Underworld and all the ghouls that lived there, but all you want to hear about is Three Dog. You'd probably have more in common with the Underworld folks, honestly."

Raul nodded noncommittally. "Sí, but my favorite stories are about people who had to rise above bad situations and become someone uncommon. Anyone who's able to do that is either fighting for something great or running from something terrible. Sometimes both."

The courier shot him a skeptical look. "Three Dog's holed up in his radio station 24/7, he's not running from anything or out fighting for anything. All that stuff about 'the good fight' is a load of bull."

"Now, now, Six," Raul chastised. "Just because he looks like your average pendejo doesn't mean he isn't doing his part. You even told me his radio show is inspirational for the Capital Wasteland folks."

The courier held their hands up in the air and bobbled them, as if balancing an invisible scale. "The duality of man. Being an average pendejo, or convincing everyone around you that you aren't actually an average pendejo and can pull off miracles."

Raul laughed. "And which one are you, boss?"

"Eh, I'm still figuring it out."

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass was never one for fixating on her own past, but she couldn't help but sympathize with the courier whenever they deigned to add onto their unbelievable story. It was hard enough for her to navigate her own damn life: She couldn't imagine being called upon to steer an entire area's destiny.

After another night of recalling their life inside a vault with their dad, then their unexpected loss of him right after being reunited on the surface, the courier stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," they said.

Cass paused her swig of precious whiskey. "What?"

"I keep going on and on about my dad, and here you are not knowing what happened to yours."

"Eh." Cass took her drink and waved her hand around until the burning swallow made its way down. "S'loads of people in the wasteland without a clue what happened to their pops. I'm not special. In fact, I'd say it probably hurts a bit more, what happened with yours."

"Well, all the same." The courier sank deeper into their seat and examined their own bottle of spirits. "I feel like an open book, tonight. Anything you want to know about where I came from that I haven't already spilled?"

Cass thought for a moment. "Tribals."

"What about them?"

"Does the East Coast have them? You're not the first traveler I've met from there, but none of you have so much as mentioned any tribals out east."

"Mmm." The courier looked thoughtful. "I guess we do have them, though maybe not in the traditional sense. There's a mess of them in Point Lookout for sure, and at least one tribal group in the Capital Wasteland outright, but beyond that things are more... loose. Fewer intact families, fewer intact homes."

"Huh." Cass took another drink. "Maybe that's where my dad went."

She let the courier stew in the awkward silence for a bit before she grinned and reached out to smack them. "Just kidding. Keep going. I want to hear about that giant robot again."

Veronica Santangelo: Veronica usually sat and listened, spellbound, picturing a chapter of her order that had realized the very thing she kept trying to tell the Elders and made the ultimate sacrifice to follow their hearts anyway.

Well, maybe Elder Owyn Lyons hadn't come to the same realization as her, but he had had a change of heart that split his company and cut them off from almost everyone they had ever known. It had been five years since the High Elders had instituted radio silence toward their East Coast chapter, and so far there had been no attempts to re-establish contact.

Veronica prodded the courier for any info she could get about the Capital Wasteland Brotherhood of Steel. The courier let slip pretty early in their friendship that Elder Owyn Lyons had passed away, which wasn't unexpected. The man was 76 years old, after all. She learned on one particularly emotional night that his daughter, Elder Sarah Lyons, was also dead, something she wasn't sure even the Western Elders were aware of. That memory was clearly painful for the courier though, so Veronica didn't press for details.

"And the Enclave?" the Scribe asked one night, arms wrapped around her knees. "Are they completely gone?"

The courier grew cold. "Yes. I made sure of it."

"Right." Veronica nodded. "So the Brotherhood took over the air force base they were at. It must have been chock-full of tech and resources, if it was the Enclave's last stand."

"It was." The courier sighed and shifted in their seat. "And it woke up some of our brothers and sisters to their original mission in the Capital Wasteland. I thought maybe that selfishness had died with Liberty Prime, but... well, I didn't like it, so I left."

"Mmm, yeah." Veronica nodded again, sympathetically this time. "I know how you feel. Felt."

"Feel," the courier agreed. "I just wish there was more I could've done. Maybe there wasn't anything else, short of seizing power."

"You'd definitely get pushback for that in the Brotherhood," Veronica agreed. "But you might get that chance out here in the broader Mojave."

ED-E: At first, ED-E enjoyed the stories, trumpeting and cooing various beeps at the appropriate moments for emphasis. The one time the courier began badmouthing the Enclave, however, the eyebot waited until they had finished before playing back the first tape that Dr. Whitley had recorded before its trip.

The courier listened to the scientist's words from years ago, deflating slightly as it played out. When the tape had finished, they stood up and checked the eyebot over. "He sent you toward Navarro, huh?"

ED-E beeped affirmation, and the courier sighed. "But Navarro was already gone. I'm sorry. I guess I'm... well, me and the Brotherhood of Steel back east are responsible for your previous master's decision to send you away. Might be responsible for more, too."

ED-E beeped sadly. The courier pressed their forehead against the eyebot's metal dome in apology.

Rex: Well, surprising for most. Rex was not most. As soon as the courier got really into their recollections, Rex usually yawned and went to sleep. He stirred when he felt their hand reach down to scratch the ruff of his neck, or pat the glass dome that held his brain.

"Good dog," the courier said, through the veil of sleep. "You remind me of another pup that used to follow me around."

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bubble-tae · 5 years ago

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Hearts Racing

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: angst, smut

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: Yoongi’s spent his entire life in this small little town, devoting all of his time to cars and races. Things change when a girl from out of state disrupts his simple world, leaving him in awe at how just one day can change everything.

Moodboard done by @ddaengyoonmin as part of her moodboard collaboration project. Reposted from old account.

Ever since he was young, his mother hated taking him to the racetrack nearby. Every first of the month the locals would hold a race for the whole town, $5 a person and kids free. In their small town it was normal for boys to start learning car mechanics and the itch to feel the leather steering wheel beneath their fingertips, and Yoongi was no different. He was a bright young thing. College bound, his teachers would say, but he only had eyes for one thing; the track. There was nothing his mother could do that could tear him away from it. Three weeks into baseball season his mom came in her station wagon to pick him up from the field, only he wasn’t there. Hadn’t ever been a kid named Yoongi on the baseball team, turned out, cause at just 13 he was showing the high school kids what he was all about.

Did he absolutely get his assed kicked by his pops for spending the $5 bucks he was given for uniform on bribing the teens to let him take a spin in one of their dad’s roadsters? Hell yeah, but when he showed up at that track the next day with a busted lip and black eye, he got mad props?? from those high school kids. So every Saturday from then on for the next 6 years that’s where you’d find him. ‘Elbows deep and covered in grease,’ they’d like to say, and that’s how she first saw him that hot July afternoon.

She was an out of towner, rolled in a few weeks ago to visit her cousin for his graduation. She let his buddies take her on dates all over town, didn’t mind the free drinks and drags from their cigarettes. Shit, it beat kicking it at the house with aunt Cheryl while her sweet dear cousin was doing his own rendition of sex education. Ending up at the racetrack that day was sort of a happy accident. Roger, one of her cousins old football buddies, and parked the car down the street from there when he was trying to feel up her skirt with his slimy fingers when she asked what the ‘Town Track’’ was. Of course Roger said it was nothing while he leaned in close, and of course she gave him a sweet smile when she hopped out the car and asked him to show her.

He was nice enough to buy her a coke once inside, but after the car stunt he seemed much more interested in talking to the local racetrack drivers who were taking a beer break from whatever they were doing. Well, all of them except one. His head hadn’t risen once from under the hood of a car, working presumably on something difficult as he huffed and puffed with irritation.

“That’s a mighty fine ride you got there,” Roger pointed to a car out in the back with a beer in his hands, “she must be fun on the weekends.”

One of the older drivers, maybe in his late 40s, scratched at his beard and nodded to the girl twiddling the coke straw in between her lips. “I could say the same to you.” She took a sip of the coke and spit it at his feet.

“Eat dog shit,” she spat at him, not even blinking an eye. The man stood to his feet and pointed at Roger.

“You better keep your bitch on a leash.” he said, and the man who had been quietly working sprang up and slammed the hood of the car shut, making everyone jump just a little bit. He was young, maybe no older than Roger, and handsome despite the black stains that littered his body.

“What would your momma think if she heard you calling a lady somethin’ like that?” he questioned, walking around to the drivers side and hoping in while fiddling with the keys. The older man let out a howling laugh like a coyote, or like a man that had too much to drink.

“She’s as much as a lady as that car’ll start,” he said which got the rest of the boys in fits of hoots and laughs. “Give it a rest already Yoongi, that old thing will never race.” The boy, Yoongi, only let out a small smirk as he put the key in the ignition. The car’s engine turned over once, twice, three times, each time the laughs getting louder and more proud. On the fourth try the engine came to life, drowning out the noise of everyone else. The older man sat down with a huff, crumpled up his empty beer can, and tossed it at the car. Yoongi’s mouth upturned into a gummy smile as he laughed at the others, in a somehow both mocking and endearing way.

“I’ll see you assholes later, I’m outta this bitch,” he tapped the side of the car and was ready to pull into reverse when the coke girl, who had been quietly studying Yoongi while the others pestered, ran up to the passenger side.

“Give me a lift up outta here,” she said leaning over the window, giving her best ‘helpless girl’ look as she puckered out her lips into a small pout. Yoongi scanned her face, saw the glint of the devil in her eyes and the slight red of the cherry chapstick on her lips. She was trouble, and he was busy.

He smiled but shook his head. “If I didn’t have things to do, I would.” Before he even turned away she was opening the door and hoping in the passenger’s seat. “I’ll tag along. Anywhere is better than with him,” she chucked her thumb over at her date. Yoongi gave her that same smile from earlier and started to back out of the small garage of the racetrack.

“You can’t just leave with him!” Roger shouted from the other side of the garage. She rested her arm out of the car and rested her head on her hand. “What are you gonna do, tell on me?” she quipped as Yoongi pulled out of the Town Track and back out onto the street. Yoongi’s hand rested lazily on the wheel, the other reaching into his dirty jeans to pull out a pack of Marlboro’s and a lighter. He pulled one out and put it in his mouth, lighting it before making a hard right towards the side of town she had never been before.

“Help yourself.” He said, tossing the cigarettes and lighter into her lap. She took one out for herself, and after a few moments of silent smoking , Yoongi looked at her from the corner of his eye.

“Where you from?” he asked, ashing his cigarette out the window.

“Upstate.” she said, and he didn’t know if it was fact or fiction. He turned down another street after a while, this one just made of red dirt clay. “You aren’t that guy that’s nabbin’ girls over in Colorado, are you?” She laughed, more amused at her own idea than actually being scared at the thought.

“Shouldn’t you ask that before you get in the car with strangers?” he offered back to her.

“You’re name’s Yoongi, and I’m Y/N. See? Not strangers.” she said matter of factly before taking one last drag and tossing the butt out of the window. She turned her body to face him. “So, where we going ‘not stranger’?”

“The Graveyard, I need some parts.”

She glanced down at his crotch and back up at him with a disgusted look on her face.

“What kinda parts you need?” she asked. Yoongi let out a small laugh and gave her a smirk.

“A car graveyard. Parts for this beauty here.” he patted the dashboard roughly with his hands and it rattled in its place. Y/N picked at a piece of torn leather from the seat they were on and flung it out the window. “Well, she’ll be beautiful soon.” he finished.

For the next twenty minutes the two talked about their lives and what led up to this moment. Bar talk really, nothing more than stories of crazy exes and high school teachers, but the air between which they spoke had a sweet silence to you it, as if a different part of themselves were speaking to one another. With each passing minute they felt less and less like strangers, but the summer does that to those I guess. Everything always seems destined.

The pair pulled up to a ‘Dead End’ sign at roughly 8 o’clock, the sun just beginning to dip below the horizon. There were cicadas buzzing all around, and yoongi pulled out another cigarette. “I gotta wait till its dark, then,” he said as he pointed a finger to a rusted chain link fence behind the sign, “I hop over that and into The Graveyard. You stay here. ” Y/N leaned back in her seat with a puff and fanned her skirt out over her legs.

“No.” she said, with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“Huh?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m coming with you.”

“I don’t know if it’s obvious, but we aren’t supposed to even be here. There’s a guard that walks the premises, sometimes he has a hunter dog cause he knows people like to steal shit. Not to mention that you’ll have to scale that fence in a skirt.” he rambled on, his hands moving around in wild gestures.

“You can’t stop me.” said Y/N with a shrug. Yoongi huffed in disbelief.

“Fine,” he said. “But I’m not responsible when you run into trouble.”

“Fine.” she said back to him and crossed her arms.

They sat in silence until the sun set, the two of them becoming engulfed in darkness. When Yoongi got out of the car Y/N followed, making their way through the small brush until they reached the fence. Yoongi bent down and put his hands together to give Y/N a boost, but by the time he was down on one knee she was halfway up the fence. He rolled his eyes and took the liberty of peeking up her skirt at her pink panties. She hopped down onto the other side, and when Yoongi’s fingers gripped onto the fence, she placed hers on top of them. Though there was the metal between them, their faces were only inches apart. She leaned in closer until she could smell the smoke on his breath. “Peeping Tom,” she taunted through a smirk before giggling and pushing off the fence. He would have blushed if all the blood hadn’t flown south, but he pushed the thought away. This moment was temporary, seeing the look on his rivals face next month when he won the race after getting this car fixed up? That was eternal.

He scaled the fence and hopped down next to her. The field was dark, the ghostly figures of abandoned cars littering the yard for what seemed to be miles. The Graveyard was huge, and seemed to have it’s own myths and stories surrounding it. Though neither of them would ever admit it, it was a little bit spooky. Yoongi started walking first with some sort of deliberation, like he knew where he was going, and y/n followed not far behind him.

“I’d ask you what you’re looking for but I probably wouldn’t know what it is if you told me.” Y/N said in a loud whisper. Yoongi let out a loud shushing noise before continuing to walk onwards, and as stubborn as y/n was, she was terrified of being left behind. She jogged up quickly next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Scared?” he asked amused, and Y/N gave him a loud shushing noise of her own. They walked like that for some time before Yoongi stopped suddenly. In front of them was a car, it’s features indistinguishable as its front end was completely smashed in, the left side missing the passenger side doors. The grass was still freshly squashed beneath it, barely any sign of rust visible.

“Whoever was in that car is lucky to be alive.” y/n said.

“Yeah,” Yoongi said not taking his eyes off the vehicle, “he probably should be.” Before Y/N could question what he had said, he nudged her by the elbow and urged her to keep following him. “The car I need is just up here.” he said as he walked over to a different vehicle. This one was a bit older than the last, but more in tack. The front headlights were busted and there was thistle weeds growing through the hood caps of the wheels, and y/n began to wonder what kind of life this car lived. This place really was like a graveyard.

Yoongi went to the hood of the car and prepared to pop it open when a light in the distance caught both of their eyes. “Shit” Yoongi hissed, “we gotta hide.” He grabbed y/n by the arm and brought her over to the car and began forcing her into the back seat. She went to yell out a mad ‘hey’, but he covered her mouth and climbed on top of her. Her fists hit his chest as he closed the door behind him, the noise echoing followed by a loud “Who’s out there?” from the guard. At that Y/N froze.

“Be quiet.” Yoongi ordered in a whisper, removing his hand from her mouth. He was directly on top of her, his hot breath on her neck as his head hovered near hers. Her hands instinctively went to his shoulders, her eyes watching a light like ghosts surveying the field around them. They lay like that together until they were sure the guard had left the area, but neither of their hearts seemed to slow. Yoongi raised his head parallel to hers, their noses brushing against one another. His hand that wasn’t being used to prop himself up rose to cup her cheek. He looked down at her for a long time, scanning her face and features in the light of the moon.

Y/N made the first move, her head raising upwards as she connected their lips. For a greasy small town boy he kissed soft and slow, savoring every second. He raised his body up so Y/N could adjust her legs, and settled back down between them. His tongue swept over her bottom lip and she let him in with ease, the first boy she never made fight for it. Her hands grabbed at the hairs on the nape of his neck, a small groan coming from Yoongi as he lazily ground his hips into hers.

His lips traveled down her jawline and down to her neck, fingers ghosting over her chest as they made the way to the hem of her shirt. Yoongi didn’t waste time pulling the shirt over her head, Y/N’s arms quickly finding their way back to his hair and pulling him back down on top of her. Everything felt more intense with Yoongi, the way his chest felt pressed up against hers, hips periodically pressing down into hers. He was fully clothed, but y/n still worried that she’d never get enough of him. She’d kiss him forever if he hadn’t started pulling his own shirt over his head.

Tossing the shirt onto the ground he got into a sitting position, pulling Y/N into his slap to straddle him. His lips found their way to her chest, his fingers rubbing circles through the padding of the bra before snaking their way around to unclasp it. Y/N’s bra fell, and she couldn’t stifle a moan as yoongi’s mouth found one of her nipples, swirling it around his tongue before leaving soft bites around her breast. He gave the same attention to the other one before looking up atY/N.

His eyes were wide, innocent compared to what he was doing. She felt frozen in time, staring down at this man with his scuffed jeans and clean fingernails that rested on her thighs. There was so much she didn’t know about him, so much she wanted to ask, so much she couldn’t. Who was Yoongi, what did he want in life, and what about him made him so captivating. He was looking up at her too. She averted her eyes, suddenly feeling vulnerable in the backseat of the car. How much had he seen in her own eyes?

Yoongi opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N palmed at his arousal through his jeans before he could, replacing his words with a hearty moan. The moment was gone, and yoongi wasted no time in slipping his hands under the fabric of her skirt. Y/N pushed his head back, leaving hickies along his collarbone as she undid his belt. He became putty under her, whining at every nip and touch she sent his way. He helped her push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, his erection dividing the space between them.

Yoongi’s fingers pushed her underwear aside, teasing at the wet folds of her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside of her, leaning back as he watched her ride them. She forced herself to move at an agonizingly slow pace, sinking all the way down to his knuckles. Yoongi’s hand gripped the side of her face, and y/n started to suck on his thumb. Precum leaked out of his tip, smearing across Y/N’s belly, Yoongi’s thumb leaving her mouth as she moaned out his name. She lifted up off of his fingers after a few more pumps, using his shoulders to steady himself. He licked his fingers, not breaking eye contact, before lining up the tip of his dick to her entrance. He didn’t move, and Y/N’s forehead fell against his.

“Move.” she ordered him. He leaned his head away from hers with a smirk.

“Good girls beg for it.” he whispered, eyes scanning over her face. She let out a huff before sarcastically starting to say, “oh pretty please, won’t you fuck me”. Yoongi entered her before she could finish, y/n failing to stifle a moan as he filled her up. He stopped when he was fully inside her.

“Beg for it.” He repeated, and she complied immediately.

“Yoongi please fuck me, I’m your good girl. I’ll always be your good girl.” Yoongi growled at her words, grabbing at her hips so he can control how fast she moved. He wasted no time picking up speed, guiding Y/N’s hips up and down on his dick, the car filling up with the sounds of skin against each other and moans. The windows were starting to fog at their heavy breaths.

Y/N was struggling to keep up at the pace Yoongi set, feeling like she could finish at any moment. Yoongi looked up at her again, her hair slightly frizzed out and eyes clenched shut in bliss. It was the first time he really got a good look at her, and god was she beautiful. He had been around, and he had never seemed to care this much about a hookup before. Her movements started to get a little sloppy, and he knew she was close. Yoongi pressed two fingers against her clit as he continued to fuck her, hips rolling faster as his on release neared.

In a few more thrusts she came undone, his name and profanities rolling off her tongue in a jumbled mess. Her head fell into his neck, and Yoongi pulled out, pumping himself a few more times before coming on his chest. Y/N lay on top of him, trying to get her mind and breathing back in order. They lay like that, long enough for Yoongi to think that falling asleep was a viable option. Y/N rolled off of him, sitting down in the back seat next to him. They dressed and cleaned quietly, but it was a comfortable silence. When they were clothed, Yoongi cautiously pulled y/n into his side.

“When do you leave?” Yoongi asked, finally breaking the silence. He was looking down at the top of her head, waiting for a response.

“Whenever I want to.” He scoffed at her witty remark, but didn’t question any further. They sat there for a while before y/n decided she’d better get home before her aunt calls the cops trying to find her. Yoongi instinctively grabbed for her hand, leading her back through the cars and tall grass, only letting go to help her hop the fence. His hand found a new place on her thigh as he drove her home, singing aloud badly to old songs on the radio. Yoongi laughed a good heart laugh for the first time in a long time on that car ride, and when he pulled into the driveway of that clean suburban house, he wished for just one more moment.

“I guess I’ll see you around?” Y/N asked, feeling tonight’s adventure coming to a close.

“There’s a meet next week.” Yoongi suddenly blurted out. “I mean like a race. You should come, I’d love to see you there.” Y/N smiled at him before biting her lip back. She leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss.

“I’d like that.” She said before giggling and jumping out of the car without another word. Yoongi watched her jog up the walkway, only turning back once she reached the door for a quick wave before disappearing inside. Yoongi couldn’t stop smiling the whole way home, hell, the whole rest of the week. He’d go to bed every night and dream of seeing her again, of looking up in the stands and see her cheering for him. His heart raced all the way up until that day of the meet, more excited to see her than to be nervous about the race.

He wished he could say his heart broke quick and fast, but it didn’t. With every second that she didn’t show, the knife dug deeper into his chest. The older men only teased him for being so naive, offering him beers to replace his sadness. Yoongi didn’t win the race that day, but the part he could never come to terms with was how he lost someone he didn’t even know.

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❝ collateral damage ❞ pjm ― m.

― summary: you’re a simple bank teller and you certainly didn’t expect to be taken as collateral for outlaw bank-robber park jimin.

outlaw!jimin/reader ― ft. jungkook & taehyung | wild west!au | fluff, smut | 5.2k ↬ content warnings: basically pwp. kidnapping, guns, old timey bank robbery, referenced off screen murders (non-explicit), yoongi gets choked a bit, light thigh riding, sexual punishment, cunnilingus, dirty talk, light sir!kink, blow job, hair pulling, vague pain kink, pet names

a/n: this fic is part of the under fire collaboration for the summer smut project by @btssmutclub! be sure to check out the other writers’ fics for this collab! > disclaimer: i’d like to point out there is no real violence towards the reader in any capacity in this fic. she remains safe and unharmed throughout the fic, just spooked bc of jimin’s reputation as an outlaw and crimes!

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You huffed, covering your eyes with your hand like a visor as you stared out in the blistering heat of your city. It was hot enough to cook an egg out, no doubt.

It was a peaceful, small town that you had lived in your whole life. Everyone knew everyone and there was rarely a problem that arose.

"Mornin' _____!" The local mercantile owner, Yoongi, beamed at you.

The two of you had become good friends as your job at the bank was located right next door to the mercantile his family owned. Often, he would bring you little snacks during work and you frequently picked up your groceries and essentials from him.

"You hear they've up and found some gold nearby? I expect we'll start to get a lot busier now!" He smiled, mindlessly sweeping the front steps of his store.

"Oh really?" You hummed. "I haven't heard much. But with tons of towns popping up everywhere with the gold and silver bein' found, I guess it's hard to keep track. I didn't think there'd be some nearby here though!"

"Why? You wanna go and search for some gold?" Yoongi snickered.

"As if," You chuckled. "I'm doing well enough here, I don't need to risk my life for the sake of greed.”

"If you say so," He teased, finally turning and heading back into the store with a casual wave of his hand.

You sighed, wiping the sweat off your brow before turning on your heel to get back to work.

After that, it seemed Yoongi's prediction was right. You had people coming in, asking for loans and coming in to exchange their gold and silver for cash money.

Unfortunately, the peaceful reputation in your little town wouldn't stay that way for long.

Another terribly hot day that had you heaving against your desk — hoping the wood would somehow cool you down. The doors opened and several footsteps entered, making you look up.

"Hey there, sweetheart," A pretty-faced young man leaned against the counter.

"Welcome, how can I help you?" You asked, smiling up at him.

He had black hair that stuck to his forehead from sweat, a wide-brimmed hat on his head to shield his eyes from the sun.

He was good looking, no doubt about it.

Behind him stood two other men near the door, as if guarding it, and a feeling of unease began to wash over you.

"I'm awfully sorry about this but," You gasped as he pulled out long-barrelled gun, pointing it directly at you. "How about you hand me that little box back there and give me all the money you got, sweetheart?"

"I..." You trembled underneath the weight of his glare and the gun.

"Hurry it along, darlin' we ain't got all day," One of the other men called, his hand on his gun which sat in its holster.

"A-Alright...just hold your horses," You grumbled, grabbing the box and placing it down for the man. He chuckled, lowering his gun as you finally opened the box for him to take the money from.

He eagerly stuffed fistfuls of cash into his pockets with a grin on his face. You thought you were in the clear, breathing a sigh of relief as he began to back off, showing no intentions of actually hurting you.

That is, until the door opened and Yoongi walked in with a smile.

"Hey ____—" He was cut off by one of the men aggressively grabbing him, wrapping their arms around his neck to choke him as he slammed your friend harshly against the wall.

"Don't hurt him!" You cried, rounding the counter to try and come to your friend's aid.

Unfortunately, the man who took the money grabbed you, holding the gun to your temple making you cry out in fear and shock.

"Now, you're gonna behave mister and let us leave in peace alright?" He hissed. You met Yoongi's eyes, noticing how red his face became with the lack of oxygen. "And we're gonna take this here girl as collateral. We're gonna get out of here and get nice and far, and if we make it out safely...we'll let her go."

"Y-You can't..." Yoongi choked out, no doubt worrying for your well-being.

None of the men seemed to listen. Yoongi was released, falling to the floor with a heavy thud as he gasped for air. He was too weak to do anything to stop you from being dragged out.

“Remember,” One of the other men mumbled to Yoongi, bringing his finger to his lips in a shush motion. “Not a peep.”

The streets were bustling more than usual, on account of all the traffic picking up lately, and you were easily manhandled onto the horse tied out front of the bank. Jimin hopped on behind you, his spicy scent permeating around you. You were sitting sideways on the horse in front of him, boxed in by his arms as he held the reigns.

"This is...crazy," You grumbled as the man kicked the horse, making you jerk forward in surprise. Glancing over the man's shoulder, you could see his two lackeys following.

"Sorry about this, we planned just a clean ol' robbin' but..." The man shrugged, trailing off before clearing his throat and looking down his nose at you. "What's your name anyway?"

"Why should I tell you?" You grumbled, wondering why you were acting like a brat to the man who literally had a gun pointed at you moments before.

"Well I'm Jimin...Park Jimin,"

Immediately, your body stiffened as a shiver of fear raced down your spine. You knew that name. His wanted posters were posted all across town, all across the state no doubt.

He was an outlaw wanted in several states for various crimes — mostly robbing banks and trains. He even had a few murders under his belt.

Okay, so he could kill you at the drop of a hat. Maybe you should be on his good side and not piss him off.

"M-My name is _____," You stuttered out, suddenly very aware of how you were hanging onto the fabric of his plaid shirt in order to keep yourself stable.

"Well, nice to meet you, _____. I hope we can get along well," He smiled, a rather cute eye smile for a wanted outlaw.

Why did your abductor have to be cute?

Still, with the memory of the cold steel of his gun pressed against you, you had no hope of escape anyway. You could jump off the horse but that would no doubt seriously injure you at the speed you were going. Plus, he'd probably turn around, angry, and shoot you in the end anyway.

You sighed, making him chuckle against your back.

"Now, now sweetheart it ain't that bad," He said. "Ain't nothin' bad gonna happen to you with us, I promise. We'll just keep you around until the heat dies down and we'll send you on home.”

"Unless you want to stay~" One of his companions said, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Jungkook," Jimin scoffed, shaking his head but still smiling.

"Unbelievable," You whispered, noticing that you were beginning to slow down.

Looking around for the reason, you saw a little shack up ahead. It was out in the middle of nowhere, way off the beaten path, and you doubted you'd be able to find your way back to town because you had no clue where you were. Not like you were exactly paying attention to the route anyway. You didn't exactly frequent the outskirts of town, the desert was no place for someone like you — with the snakes and coyotes roaming about. You weren't very fond of the idea of being a wild animal’s snack.

Finally you came to a full stop and Jimin hopped down from the horse, holding his hand out for you. When you hesitated on it, he sent you a small glare that had you reaching down for him to help you. He kept his grip on your arm as he began to walk towards the house...or shack.

"Taehyung, you hitch the horses up, alright?" Jimin called over his shoulder, a short 'yeah' from one of the men came in reply.

You were tugged inside, which you were grateful for because the summer sun was literally 2 minutes from actually killing you. It was still hot inside but at least you were out of the sun.

The place was scarcely furnished — a worn couch, a little coffee table, and a couple sleeping mats. There were also some metal bowls sitting on the counter of the tiny kitchen.

"Have a seat, sweetheart, make yourself at home," His voice was soft but held a tone of authority that made a shiver travel up your spine. You were always weak to voices — that's why you liked to hear Yoongi talk so much.

At the thought of your friend, you frowned. You hoped he was okay and safe. Jimin dropped down in the empty seat beside you on the couch and pulled out a flask, handing it to you.

"Drink?"

Your eyes narrowed. "I don't drink."

"It's just water, darlin'," He said with a shrug, urging the flask towards you. "I know you gotta be thirsty bein' out in the heat."

"This isn't a trick?" You asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I promise it's just water," His voice and face turned serious as he said the words.

Sighing, you took the flask from him and turned it up — immediately you felt refreshed by the cool water. Taking a few mouth sips, you handed it back to him and thanked him which earned you a smile.

The door slammed open and the other two men came stomping in with groans about how the heat was killer. The one named Jungkook swiped some sweat off his brow before dropping to sit on the floor with a thud. The other, Taehyung, followed suit except sprawled out across the floor like a starfish.

"That floor can't be clean," You muttered, making Taehyung open on eye to peek at you.

"You worried about my health, honey?" He asked, a smirk gracing his lips when you narrowed your eyes in a glare.

"I'll have you know I can that floor meticulously every day," Jimin piped from beside you, taking another sip of water.

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" You shot back, crossing your arms over your chest as you eyed the dusty, dirty, scuffed floor the two men were laying upon.

"Why on Earth would I lie to you?" Jimin asked, raising a brow.

"Do you want the honest answer?" As soon as the words left your lips, Jungkook began chuckling from where he was leaning against the wall.

"Aw man, she's cute and funny," He muttered through his giggles. You felt your face flush at that, making you feel even hotter than you already were.

"Alright boys," Jimin stood up. "We should start getting ready for the night."

You remained seated, watching as the men began to bustle about. Jimin was in the kitchen cooking dinner, you assumed — which was weirdly domestic thinking about it. Jungkook went out to collect water and Taehyung was setting up the beds for the night.

"I guess you can sleep on the couch," He said when he noticed you watching.

"I can't believe this..." You grumbled, flopping back onto the couch with a sigh.

"Oh we're not that bad!" Taehyung pouted as he took a seat behind the small table in front of the couch.

You didn't offer a reply, only sighed.

The rest of the night wasn't anywhere near as bad as you expected. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook laughed and joked with one another as they chatted. You ate some soup, which in the heat was torture, but it tasted good nonetheless and it felt good to have some food in your stomach.

You were restless as you laid down on the couch that night. You could hear the even breaths coming from the three men scattered on the floor. It was strategic, how they were laying. Jungkook was sleeping right in front of the door so you wouldn't be able to get out. Jimin was sleeping right in front of the couch so you couldn't move without him knowing. And Taehyung was in between as an interception if you were to attempt to run away.

You were positive it was the worst night of sleep in your life when your eyes fluttered open, still heavy and stinging with exhaustion. Jungkook and Taehyung were gone and Jimin was sitting at the table cleaning his gun. He looked up when you sat up and smiled.

"Good mornin' sunshine," He grinned when you groaned in response. "What's the matter? Didn't sleep well?"

"I miss my own bed," You complained.

"Well that's just too bad," He sighed, placing his gun down. "We're keepin' our hands on you for awhile longer."

"This isn't fair!" You snapped, stomping your foot on the ground. "You stole the money, I don't want any part of this! I just want to go home!"

In the blink of an eye, Jimin was in your face, nose brushing up against yours as he glared.

"Better watch your tone, pretty girl," He growled, making your heart stutter in your chest.

Then as quick as he was there, he was standing and moving into the kitchen. You placed a hand against your chest and sighed while his back was turned to you. Your cheeks felt hot and you silently cursed him for being so damn attractive.

The longer you spent with Jimin, the more you began to see he wasn’t scary at all. He attempted to put up a front when he caught himself slipping but in the end, his true personality began to shine through.

“Jimin?” You asked one night while Taehyung and Jungkook were out. He hummed, looking up from where he was shining his boot. “Why did you become an outlaw?”

He scoffed, shaking his head. “What kinda question is that?”

“The normal kind?” You shot back, raising a brow.

“Well,” He cleared his throat. “Sometimes people do what they have to do to get by. I discovered a knack for thievin’ and I stuck to it. Simple as that.”

“Simple as that,” You scoffed, making him look at you with a frown. “There’s lots of things you could have done instead of stealing.”

“My decisions in life don’t concern you, little girl,” He snapped, making you flinch. His eyes were alight with anger at your words and you immediately quieted down.

He continued to glare at you for a minute, as if wanting to say something more, until the door opened and Taehyung and Jungkook came back in. Jungkook dropped onto the couch beside you and stretched his arms above his head until his joints popped.

"We're going to bed," Jimin snapped suddenly, making the other two look at him in shock.

"It's still early though!" Taehyung complained.

"You'll do as I say!" Jimin shouted, making everyone collectively jump at the volume.

Immediately the two scrambled to get into their sleeping arrangements. You sat on the couch, avoiding Jimin's gaze as he continued to glare at you as he placed his boots beside the couch.

No one uttered a word as Jimin turned the lamp out — casting the room in complete darkness save for the moon's light.

With a sigh, you collapsed onto your side and shut your eyes in an attempt to get some sleep as well.

"Wake up," Jimin uttered, shaking your shoulder until your eyes popped open in surprise. "Need you to go collect the water pails from outside. Taehyung and Jungkook ran off without bringin' them in."

You sighed as you sat up, blinking sleepily until you felt coherent enough to stand. Jimin was silent as he followed you out, watching you leave the house before turning back to sit on the couch and kick his boots off.

By the time you got inside, placing the water buckets down, Jimin was fast asleep on the couch with his mouth open. You stood and watched him for a second, eyeing the open door.

No one was watching and you could make a run for it. If you were quiet, Jimin wouldn't even wake up.

You squinted at him, feeling quite petulant over the problems he had caused you with literally kidnapping you and making your heart stutter in your chest over his stupidly handsome face. Sneaking out of the doorway, you tiptoed around the brush against the side of the building.

A sneaky grin crawled over your face as you heard the tell-tale signs of a snake warning you to stay away.

You dropped onto your knees and circled the creature until you got behind it. Reaching out with a steady hand, you quickly pinned its head and took hold of it to keep it from turning and biting you.

Then with a stealthiness that surprised even you, you snuck back inside and ever so easily dropped the snake into Jimin's boot.

Standing up straight and casting one last glance at Jimin, you turned and booked it out of the door.

The sun was still beating down, the summer heat making you break out into a sweat immediately. Your feet pounded against the ground with every step you took and you were quickly panting and running out of stamina — the heat literally sucking everything out of you.

You could have cried when you saw Taehyung and Jungkook riding up on their horses. There was no hope to escape; they'd already spotted you and you couldn't outrun their horses.

With a resigned sigh, you stood there and glared until Taehyung stopped beside you. He stared down with a brow raised.

"That was a close one, huh?" Jungkook uttered, saddling up on the other side of you.

"Hop on, don't be a pain," Taehyung muttered, though he sounded more bored than angry with your attempted escape.

You heaved a big sigh as you mounted Taehyung's horse, holding onto the back of his shirt as they rode back the short distance to the house. You could see Jimin was still asleep on the couch through the open door.

Jungkook was snickering as he hopped off his horse. He lifted his hand and helped you down off of Taehyung's and began to lead you inside the house, still holding your hand.

"Hey Jimin!" He shouted, taking both you and Jimin by surprise.

"What?!" Jimin shrieked as he sat up so fast it made your head spin.

"Almost had this one run out while you were gettin’ your beauty sleep," Taehyung muttered as he finally walked in, wiping sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

Jimin growled as he stood up, shoving his feet into his boots "This is—SHIT!"

"What?" Taehyung and Jungkook cried at the same time, watching as Jimin kicked his boot off, making it fly across the room and hit the wall.

The four of you watched as the poor snake slithered out of the boot and disappeared around the corner to the kitchen.

"There was a snake in my boot," Jimin muttered, glaring at his boot.

There was a beat of silence before Taehyung and Jungkook physically doubled over as they howled with laughter. You bit your lip to keep from laughing as you watched Jimin's bottom lip poke out in a pout.

After you all finished eating dinner, a rabbit Jungkook had caught earlier in the day, they decided to set back out once again.

"I heard that the law was starting to extend its search for us, turns out word’s gotten out we’re around the area, so I think it'd be a good idea to make sure there aren't any nosy people driftin' around," Taehyung said as he and Jungkook mounted their horses.

Jungkook slipped his hat on his head and gave you a little wave before taking the reins of his horse and following after Taehyung. You stood and watched, feeling Jimin's eyes on you, as the two vanished into the darkness.

"You know," Jimin said from his seat on the couch, voice a few octaves lower. "I don't really appreciate you making a fool of me today."

You felt a shiver go down your spine at the way he spoke, words full of unspoken promise. You could hear his boots against the floor as he walked up behind you, breath fanning over your neck. He swiftly pushed the door shut and turned you around, slamming your back against its surface.

You gasped, meeting his dark gaze, goosebumps rising over your skin at the look in his eyes; dark and lustful. Never before had you felt so drawn to a man — he was dangerous, charismatic, and so attractive that it almost made you crazy.

His plush, full lips met yours in a kiss that started off heated immediately, not wasting any time showing you what he wanted. You whimpered, reaching up to fist his dark locks and pull his body even closer to yours.

His hands became busy immediately, reaching behind you to pull free the buttons of your dress, the fabric pooling on the floor around your feet.

"So pretty," He whispered, gripping your waist and grinding his hard length, hidden in his jeans, against your hip.

You gasped, tightening your hold in his hair. Before you could deepen the kiss further, he was pulling away and pressing his lips against your neck. You moaned, tilting your head back to allow him more access. He reached up, cupping your bare breasts in his warm, callused hands and you whimpered — the rough drag of his palms against your sensitive nipples making your knees buckle.

He chuckled, working his thigh between your legs — your weight falling on his thigh to keep you upright. His jeans ground against your clothed heat as he continued to palm your breasts.

Tilting your head back against the door, he dipped his head down to take one of your perked, hardened nipples into the heat of his mouth. Holding back a whimper, your clung onto the back of his shirt as his tongue flicked the bud.

With his free hand, he gripped your hip and began to move you to grind against the firm muscle of his thigh.

"J-Jimin—" You whispered, eyes rolling slightly at the pressure against your clit. He pulled his mouth away from your breast and licked his lips, sharp eyes cutting up to look at your blissed expression.

"I think you should be punished, you know?" He asked, teasing tone apparent. "For trying to run away and for that mean prank you pulled."

"N-No...don't punish me," You whimpered, beginning to desperately grind against his thigh.

"Oh? You don't want to be punished?" He asked, straightening his back. The added height made him look more intimidating, especially with the way his sharp eyes were filled with hunger.

"No please," You whimpered, licking your lips as your core throbbed with need at the dominant energy he gave off.

"Then I think you owe me an apology," He whispered, lips moving to brush against yours.

"I-I'm sorry, Jimin," You gasped.

"Sorry for what?" He urged, tongue sneaking out to run over your swollen bottom lip — plump from biting it.

"F-For trying to run away a-and putting the snake in your boot," You whimpered, nearly sobbing when he sharply pinched your nipple.

He hummed, rolling the bud between his fingers. “Apology not accepted.”

“What—!” You were cut off by him aggressively shoving you to your knees.

“How about you really show me you're sorry,” Your arguments were cut off when he pulled his cock free from the confines of his jeans.

Unable to help yourself, you leaned forward and enveloped the head of his cock between your lips. He hissed at the sudden contact, your tongue catching the precum beading at the tip. It was a little salty and slightly bitter but with the way his thighs trembled the deeper your took him, you could ignore the taste.

His fist tangled in your hair and his head rolled back as he began to shallowly thrust his hips. He pressed against your gag-reflex and you pulled back with a cough.

“You've got a sweet little mouth, you know?” He smirked, wrapping his fist around his cock and spreading the mixed saliva and precum along his shaft.

You blushed, opening your mouth for him to slip his cock back inside. He groaned, eyes fluttering closed as you eagerly began to suck his cock. His grip in your hair tightened and the tinge of pain had you gushing into your panties. You whimpered around him, clenching your thighs together to hopefully ease the pressure forming between your legs.

“Stand up,” He groaned, shuddering at the way you whined when his cock fell from your lips.

Before you knew it, you were being pushed onto the couch, your ass in the air as he pulled your panties off. A string of wetness clung to the material as he pulled it from your legs. He groaned, catching it with his fingers and popping the digits in his mouth.

“So sweet,” He growled, falling to his knees.

He pulled your folds apart, exposing your clenching entrance to his hungry eyes. His cock throbbed when you gushed — sweet, creaming juices from your entrance. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and slid his tongue over the expanse of your pussy. He could have came right then and there at the obscene cry of pleasure you emitted at the feeling of his tongue swiping over your clit.

He chuckled, taking the swollen bud between his lips and circling his tongue over it until you were clawing at the couch beneath you. It was too much, your inexperienced body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure on your sensitive clit.

“J-Jimin…” You whimpered, eyes rolling as you mindlessly ground your hips against his tongue.

The introduction of his fingers had you letting out a long, drawn out moan as he sunk the digits into your spasming cunt.

“Shit, you're tight,” He muttered swirling his tongue over your clit as he pulled his fingers back out, scraping over your g-spot in a way that made you sob.

You cried out his name again, the only thing you could think of as the coil tightened in your stomach— winding up until your whole body was locked up.

With a well-timed thrust of his fingers as his tongue circled your clit, you came.

He worked you through it, wrapping his free hand around his cock to keep himself from cumming untouched at the incredible display of you cumming for him. Before long, your whines turned into those of overstimulation and he pulled back, getting to his feet.

“Are you ready now?” He asked, nearly groaning as you arched your back for him — your swollen, gushing folds making him want to dive back down for another taste.

“Yes sir, please,” He growled at the title and eagerly began to push into your tight entrance.

The two of you cried out in unison at the feeling — him stretching you deliciously and the hot tightness of your walls enclosing around him. You were wet enough for him to easily sink in completely.

“Look at you,” He chuckled, pulling back to quickly push back in. “What would your friends say if they knew you were letting a wanted criminal fuck your little cunt?”

Your walls clenched at the idea and he chuckled, picking up his pace. He nailed your g-spot perfectly and you buried your face into the couch cushion to muffle the complete sobs of pleasure. He growled, not appreciating you attempting to quiet yourself, and wrapped your hair around his fist and yanked up until you were on your knees only.

The change in angle has him fucking against your spot even harsher, and your eyes rolled back at the feeling. It felt like you were losing your mind, losing yourself on his cock. You were soaking his member, gushing and dripping down your thighs. The sounds emitted every time he moved within your cunt were obscene and you would have been embarrassed if your mind wasn't completely fogged over with pleasure.

“They'll be back soon,” He grumbled, reaching around to find your clit with experienced fingertips. “Better hurry up darlin’ or else they might come in and see you creaming all over my cock.”

His filthy words paired with the deft circles over your bud sent you over the edge. He let your hair go and oh bonelessly fell back onto the couch, trembling through your high.

Before you could even get through the aftershocks of your orgasm, Jimin pulled out and wrapped his fist around his cock — working himself to his own orgasm. Ropes of cum splattered over your ass and you sighed at the feeling, licking your lips as you wished you could taste it.

As you both came down, he dropped onto the couch beside you and sighed. Running his fingers through your hair, he pulled the knots that formed, from his pulling, free.

“Let's get you dressed,” He muttered, smiling when you whined as his warmth left you.

You sat up and allowed him to help you dress back up — just in time for Jungkook and Taehyung to come barreling in.

“We've gotta go,” Taehyung growled, grabbing Jimin's pack off the floor and tossing it to him.

“W-Wait!” You gasped as Jimin grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch.

“You go with Jungkook, he'll drop you off closer to town so you can get home,” Jimin muttered, watching as Taehyung and Jungkook swept the area to make sure their belongings weren't being left behind.

“Wh-Where are you going?” You asked.

“Probably gonna head on to the next state, get away from the heat here,” Jimin grunted as he mounted his horse.

“Take me with you!” You cried, wincing when three pairs of eyes were on you. “I...I want to stay with you, Jimin.”

“Shit, you got it bad,” He chuckled, narrowing his eyes at you. “Cute little girl wanting to come with the outlaw, huh?”

“I…” You suddenly felt embarrassed, realizing he most likely didn't feel any real attachment to you like you felt.

There was a beat of silence, Jungkook and Taehyung mounting their horses.

“Hop on then, baby,” Jimin chuckled, holding his hand out. “We've got a long road ahead of us. I'm sure you'll enjoy it though.”

You grinned, fighting the stinging tears of happiness in your eyes as you took his hand and let him help you onto the horse behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his back.

With a swift kick to the side of his horse, the three of you were off. You turned and watched the little shack disappear from view in the darkness and you realized you didn't even feel sorry about your leaving.

Maybe one day you'd see Yoongi again but deep down, you knew you were excited for the new adventure ahead.

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ocsxinxpurgatory · 4 years ago

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Best Foot Forward (Introductory Drabble)

Series: Wynonna Earp

Disclaimer: Elaine, Roy, Dirk, and Sampson are mine as is the plot and everything else is borrowed in this work of fan-made fiction off of which no money is made.

Setting: Season 1 Compliant

Pairing: None

Rating: G

On the heels of a relationship gone sour, Elaine Walker isn’t expecting much moving through one town to the next. Purgatory is not supposed to be any different. However, she finds herself more enamored than she likes when a bike shop owner gives her a chance...

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Best Foot Forward

The town being named Purgatory seemed as much a joke as she was at this point or Elaine had just passed too tired to be amused or entertained. Pulling into an open space by the hotel she can only hope that there would be a room. At this point and with how things were she’s not exactly hopeful.

Stepping for the desk, she’s met with a half-asleep receptionist who nearly jumps at her approach and stares like they’re not actually sure what they’re seeing. “Um...hello! Little late isn’t it?”

“Sorry for the early intrusion,” she responds, “Was passing through and decided I needed somewhere to sleep before I tried any further. Is there a room?”

“Well, yes, of course there is. I just...You should be careful around the outskirts of town a little thing like you. Coyotes are numerous in this part and they can be dangerous.”

She blinks slowly. “Coyotes?”

“Mmhmm. Lots of them. Mostly at night if you’re not careful. So just, you know, be careful.”

As Elaine gives her information and gets the room key, she isn’t sure why she feels like it was the wrong word to be used though she can’t quite figure what else the male might mean.

Deciding she was reading way too much into things considering her exhausted state, she’s glad to be in the small room. The decor is rustic; a tribute to it’s western roots no doubt but it’s not the worst thing she’d seen. Setting her suitcase down, she slumps onto the bed. “It’s just for a day or two,” she mumbles, “Then I’ll figure this out. That’s it. Just a day or two.”

One or two days quickly becomes a lot longer as she explores Purgatory and finds that the rustic charm holds a strange sort of welcome for her. And it soothes the parts of her that had led her to needing out of the city she was born in. A help-wanted sign catches her attention at a bike shop and desires she’d long learned to push to the side flare in her. Couldn’t hurt to ask now could it? They were probably looking for someone more qualified, someone more...masculine. But she was knowledgeable and she was not about to be talked down to. Not ever again.

It’s with this in mind that she steps into the shop letting her shoulders tighten in determination as she strolls to the counter. The man behind it straightens on her approach before greeting, “Afternoon, miss, what can I do for ya?”

“You have a sign on the door. What are you looking for exactly?” she asks without preamble meeting his gaze evenly.

His lips curve upwards at the edges. “Need someone knowledgeable ‘bout bikes and putting them together. Also with makin’ deliveries to clients.”

“Is there an application?”

There is now a definite grin on the male’s face but it’s not the usual one of condescension she’s been used to up until now. “Not an application as it goes. More like a test run. You feel up to showin’ what you can do?”

“Absolutely.”

It doesn’t take an hour before she’s given a job offer and something in her shifts into place. “Thank you,” she tells him after signing the last form.

“Ain’t nothin’ to thank me for. Job should be done by someone capable of it. And you, little lady, are capable as hell. I’d be an idiot not to hire you. Just a few precautions though; one of our biggest clients is also half owner of this place. He owns a few businesses here and there in Purgatory so we tend to stay on his good side; man by the name of Bobo Del Rey. So long as his deliveries are on time and his boys are allowed free reign to come and go and work here everything is fine.”

“So keep the boss happy, huh?”

“Something like that.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard. I can watch myself around men.”

“Ain’t even gonna be that much of an issue there. They won’t care too much so long as you are capable and I have no doubts that you are. And if they do then Dirk or Sampson will get them under control. Those two head up one of the biker groups in town. And one does not mess with either of them if they know what’s good for them.”

“Okay, so just work around them. Gotcha. I can do that. But really, Roy, thanks for this opportunity. I really appreciate it.”

“Somehow, I think you’re gonna be the one needin’ the thankin’, little lady.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It’s a week before she meets any of them. Walking in, she hears, “So, you hired a woman? Like you seriously…”

She watches Roy gaze at her before his lips curve and without missing a beat calls, “Afternoon, Elaine!”

“Afternoon,” she greets as she makes her way to the register, “Anything special on the agenda?”

“Oh, you know just a couple of idiots who decided to go off-roading and nearly killed themselves.”

“Ouch, someone should save the bikes from them if they’re going to be that awful.”

“Won’t lie, that’s a thought. Oh, by the way, Elaine, this is one of Del Rey’s boys. He was just leaving.”

Elaine watches the male still and look at her boss before something seems to register and he gives a rueful smile before responding, “I really didn’t mean anything by it, Roy. It’s just…”

“It’s just my shop and my rules. You want to sound like an idiot, you can do it elsewhere. You know exactly what Dirk would have said to you if…”

Elaine watches the look of horror that appears and finds it actually comical. “Please, oh god, please don’t tell him about this!”

She hides a grin as she clocks in. She’d liked Roy when he’d given her a chance, more now that he was defending her. Instead of saying anything, she just walks around the male heading for a bike she was finishing up on and resuming the work letting Roy finish the conversation. It’s not long before she hears, “That won’t happen again, I can promise you that.”

“The way he responded when you mentioned Dirk was like you were siccing Satan himself on the guy.”

“Oh no,” Roy chuckles, “That would be if I threatened to tell Del Rey but Dirk’s a scary second where they’re concerned.”

“Will I ever get a chance to meet this Dirk?”

Roy chuckles. “Oh, just you wait and you will. Him and Sampson. I, for one, cannot wait for that meeting.”

As she finishes the last few items needing to be adjusted on the current project, Elaine finds herself extremely curious for that as well. Her gaze shifts to the bikes against the wall looking like they’d been through a ringer. “How long do we have for those?”

“Oh, as long as it takes. Folks of the two who owned that are of the mind that the longer it takes the better the lesson the idiot teenagers will learn.”

“Of course it would be idiot kids,” she snorts.

“Well, at least they were wearing the proper gear so their trip to the hospital was probably short. But yeah, they can wait a few days so no rush on them.”

A moment later, the bell chimes and they both turn to see a new pair walk in. Roy chuckles as he gives them his attention. “Well, speak of the demons, I suppose. Elaine, I’d like to introduce you to Dirk and Sampson Shepherd. Dirk, Sampson, this is Elaine Walker. She’s my newest hire. So if any of the idiots come back grumpy about having nothin’ to do it’s ‘cause they’re being stupid.”

Elaine gazes at the pair who are giving her their attention instead of Roy and she’s sure it’s because they’re familiar with him. She gives a small smile before slowly rising wiping her hands on the smock she was wearing. “Pleasure to meet you, gentlemen.”

“And you,” comes the easy reply, “I’m Dirk. This is Sampson. He doesn’t take much until he gets to know you. Welcome to Purgatory, by the way, since I have a feeling you’re new to town.”

“Sort of stumbled here and decided not to leave,” she admits, “There’s...something of a charm here that I like. Not sure exactly what that charm is but it’s there. Though, I’m getting a little concerned about how often I’m warned about coyotes.”

She’s surprised by the deep, amused laugh that earns from Sampson as he gazes avidly in a different direction and Dirk rolls his eyes at him before offering, “It’s something everyone is told when they come here. Tends to keep people from doing stupid things at night and getting into trouble.”

“See, I thought that might be it but…” She is quiet for a moment, “The word seemed wrong to me. Like they meant something else but…Never mind, I’m sure I’m being silly. It was just...strange to me.”

“Purgatory is one of those places where you’ll find that strangeness is our normal,” Roy remarks.

“I mean with a name like that, I would imagine so, I suppose,” she murmurs, “Anyway, pleasure to meet you both.”

“And you,” Dirk responds with a grin before he pokes the male beside him who still seems to be very amused, “And I am sure Sampson, here, agrees.”

“Of course,” comes the low rumbled response as he slowly gazes at her, eyes intense, “But do take care of yourself, little miss.”

“That’s the game plan.”

#Wearp OC: Elaine Walker #Elaine Walker Drabble

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darkangeldesignstudio · 6 years ago

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Need You Tonight

summary: You landed your dream job with the Avengers team about a year ago. You went on missions and made new friends. But, one team member still confuses you. Thor and his flirtatious ways have left you dazed and confused and when he leaves on a mission to Asgard you are left with your traitorous mind. Could he really ever love a human, or was it all just wishful thinking?

pairing: Thor x female reader

warnings: language, tiny bit of angst, and my first attempts at writing smut lol

word count: 4.2k

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @tilltheendwilliwrite‘s “T Shows Her Age: Songfic Challenge.” My song was Need you Tonight by INXS, a favorite of mine because of the iconic bar dancing bid war from the movie Coyote Ugly *wink wink*. First of all, I want to give a big thanks to my Beta @sexykitty96 for all of the encouragement and support (and typo hunting lol) she had given me over the past months. I really appreciate it love! I have to say, it was fun writing this fic, but also difficult seeing as I've never written smut before. I'm actually a bit nervous about how it turned out so if you wouldn't mind leaving me some advice in the comments that would be amazing. Much love and happy reading!

You never imagined, in all of your wildest dreams, that you would be one of the Avengers. Getting to work with Earth's mightiest heroes was the best job you could ask for.

You were fairly new to the team, only working with them for about a year, but you had become fast friends with Natasha and Wanda. They accepted you into their group easily, along with Steve and Bucky who treated you like a little sister. Tony and Bruce readily accepted your help on their projects while Sam and Clint constantly took time out of their days to help train you. It was amazing, but something was missing.

Unfortunately, there was one team member that you hardly ever saw. Thor, currently taking care of a problem on Asgard, was your guilty pleasure. When you first met, there was an immediate connection. Flirting ensued, for weeks on end, and you really felt that it was leading to something more, until he was called back home by Heimdall a few months ago.

He promised that he would keep in touch as much as possible, but the few trips back and forth to the compound only lasted a few minutes at a time and they were never really conducive to the type of interaction you both wanted. It was infuriating. Especially after the few occasions where self doubt came into play. Did he really like you? He hadn't even kissed you yet. Was he just using this trip as a way to avoid you? Why would a God ever like someone like you anyway?

You tried your hardest to squash those feelings. Thor wouldn't have spent months getting close to you just so he could lead you on. He was better than that. But, after months of silence, it became hard to push your insecurity down.

The night that Thor finally returned to the compound, it was movie night for the team and it was your turn to pick. Deciding it was a good night for an old favorite, you asked FRIDAY to put on “Coyote Ugly” and settled onto the couch next to Tony, sharing a bowl of popcorn between you.

Natasha was also excited, she hadn't seen the movie in years, and she smiled at you from a few seats away. “Nice choice, [Y/N].”

You smiled back at her just as you noticed Thor walk into the room. Your eyes connected and you shot a timid smile his direction. “It's one of my favorites.” Your voice was unsure and quiet, which Natasha picked up on immediately and turned around to watch Thor descend the stairs.

Looking between the two of you, Nat smiled and offers Thor a seat on the large couch next to her. This left you with no options, if you wanted to talk to Nat, you had to look at Thor. Damn her and her shifty ways.

Thor said quiet greetings to everyone with a bright smile reserved only for you, but your heart was hurting. The months of self doubt and hatred for how you would never measure up to this wonderful man had caught up to you. Now that he was here, it was a crushing blow. You turned away from Thor, trying and failing to put a genuine smile on your face. They all noticed, but nobody said anything, preferring to watch the movie in silence.

Soon, the movie had everyone smiling and laughing. Vision and Wanda could be heard speaking in whispers. Vis pelted Wanda with questions about this scene or that scene and she happily answered him as they cuddled together on one of the smaller love seats. It was cute, but it still hurt to see them so happy when you were so miserable. Thor was only a few steps away, but he felt as far away as Asgard at the moment.

When the music tuned up onscreen, you smiled so brightly, it was your favorite scene. Need you tonight played in the background of the bar as Kevin O'Donnell jumped up on the bar and began dancing to the sounds of women shouting bids in his direction. It was hot and hilarious and so darn cute. You couldn't help but laugh at the absurd things the bar patrons were shouting as the man began to strip.

Just as the bidding began to rise in intensity, Pepper walked into the room and you happily gave up your seat. It was only right that she got to sit with Tony after being gone for the past week.

You quickly found a seat beside Nat, ignoring the fact that Thor was now only inches away. His massive body was so close, but your heart still felt far away.

Nat got your attention with a small nudge. “How about that dancing? I would kill for someone to seduce me like that.”

You laughed as she wagged her eyebrows your direction. “Me too, Nat. Me too.” With a sigh, you settled back into the couch and enjoyed the rest of the movie together with your friends. You never noticing the calculating look that crossed Thor's face or the sly wink that Natasha through his way.

It was a few days later that Tony threw a party for the team to celebrate another successful mission. You and Thor had patched things up and were steadily growing closer again. Sadly, there was no sure evidence that he was willing to go any further that harmless flirting and warm hugs.

It was infuriating, but you could deal with it. He was your friend first and that would always be most important to you.

About half way through the night, you noticed Thor watching you. Your instincts were on high alert with his eyes on you. You could practically feel his gaze as you danced with Nat and Wanda.

Every man in the room was getting an eye full as you and the girls got down and dirty on the dance floor. The intensity of Thor's gaze grew exponentially when Nat and Wanda sandwiched you between them. Grinding your hips together as you dropped down to the floor with the beat of the music. Natasha and Wanda's hands roamed freely and you barely heard when Nat whispered in your ear.

“Thor's getting antsy over there. That look could set a room on fire.” Her words sent a thrill down your spine.

The music ended and you slowly looked up. When your eyes connected with his, you felt your blood boil with immense heat. His eyes glowed blue in the low light, small sparks danced on his shoulders. On the face of an enemy, that look would have struck fear to the depths of your soul. From Thor, it made your heart race for an entirely different reason.

You walked slowly towards him, measuring each step carefully and hoping that he could read your intentions. When you were about five feet away he had gained a semblance of control and motioned for you to follow him.

Free of the thumping beat of the music, you walked in silence towards the sleeping quarters of the tower. When he stopped, you were a few feet from his room. “We need to talk, [Y/N], but first, I must show you something.”

You looked at him suspiciously. His voice had gone softer and held a wealth of timidness that you had never heard before from the King of Asgard. It was almost as if he was unsure and you hated it.

“Thor.” The firm tone was unexpected and he looked back at you with a quirked eyebrow, causing you to smirk at his surprise. “Whatever it is, I'm sure I will be fine. I trust you.”

His eyes lit up with his smile and you giggled happily. That smile could have brought you to your knees, it was a rare thing to see and the beauty of his happiness was never lost on you. He took your hand and led you the last few feet to his bedroom door.

“Close your eyes, [Y/N].” His authoritative voice was back, causing you to giggle again, but the tone brokered no argument so you complied with a small smile and clenched your eyes shut willingly.

Thor smiled down at you, wishing he could just kiss you in that moment and forget about the rest of the plan, but this was what you wanted. He, Natasha, and Sam had worked too hard for him to back down now.

The sound of his door opening made it extremely hard not to peak. You had never been here before and it would be a lie if you said you weren't excited. Thor, quickly had you settled onto what felt like a plush couch and released your hand. “No peeking.”

You laughed. “Just get on with it, Thor. The suspense is killing me.”

He smirked as he finally reached the sound system across the room and turned it on. “As my lady commands.”

A familiar beat began in the background, causing your eyes to fly open. You never, in a million years, expected to see the sight in front of you, but you smiled nonetheless as Thor slowly walked towards you from across the room.

His steps were measured to the timing of the beat and when he stood at your feet he pulled you up and into his body. He rolled his body into yours agonizingly slow and then, he began to sing along with the lyrics.

Come over here

All you got is this moment The twenty-first century's yesterday You can care all you want Everybody does yeah that's okay

His body was like an aphrodisiac. His voice like a dose of ecstasy as you dances together. He caressed your body with fingers that felt like they were barely there. You were surrounded by his body, your back hot against his chest and you moved.

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know You're one of my kind

I need you tonight 'Cause I'm not sleeping There's something about you girl That makes me sweat

His breath in your ear made you moan as his hands traveled the length of your body, gripping your hips. Then the words of the song finally registered and you realized it, he was telling you how he felt. He wanted you and only you and, damn it felt good to be wanted.

How do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't take it all What ya gonna do Gonna live my life

As he sang along to the song, he kissed your neck. Just as his hand traveled towards the valley between your legs, you smiled. It was about time he knew how much you wanted him as well. You turned swiftly into him, pressing chest to chest. Throwing your arm around his neck, you began to sing along with him.

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know You're one of my kind

I need you tonight 'Cause I'm not sleeping There's something about you girl That makes me sweat

So how do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't think at all Whatcha gonna do Gonna live my life

Thor's smile was predatory and full of challenge. You knew he could smell the wetness on your thighs and you were not the least bit ashamed. You wanted him. Needed him.

So how do you feel I'm lonely What do you think Can't think at all Whatcha gonna do Gonna live my life

So slide over here And give me a moment Your moves are so raw I've got to let you know I've got to let you know

The words of the song died on both of your lips when you slid your hand into his hair. His eyes began to glow as you leaned into him. His lips were brushing against yours, waiting for you to make the first move. So, you did and sparks flew. Literally.

So slide over here And give me a moment I've got to let you know I've got to let you know

You're one of my kind

You were so lost in one another that neither of you noticed when the music stopped. He sucked and nibbled at your lips. You moaned and he delved deeper. His tongue danced with yours and you could feel the tingling sensation of his lightning coursing over your body. It hummed over your skin, creating little sparks like fingers dancing over your skin.

You gasped for air when a particularly large spark danced through your womb. Thor chuckled. “How do you feel, Lady [Y/N]?”

The irony of his words and the song lyrics from before were not lost on you, but this was no time for jokes. “I need you, Thor.” Your breath caught when he looked into your eyes. An ocean of love, leagues deep, was behind those eyes. But there was also worry.

He was the King and he knew that if you accepted him as yours, there would be no turning back. You would be his Queen and would not be of this world ever again. Did you really want that? Could you leave your life here for months or even years to rule at his side?

The choice was an easy one to make. “Yes.”

In an instant, you feel the wall at your back. Your pretty black dress pushed up around your hips and your legs around his. His lips tingle against yours as he devours you. He's a force that you are unwilling to evade. So, you meet him head on.

“Please, Thor. Take me into your bed. Make me yours.” It took only seconds once the words left your lips and the next thing you knew was the softness of the bed beneath you.

Thor smiled down at you, lightening coursing in faint ripples down the muscles of his arms. Your eyes heated as he began to strip for you. His red button up came away first. Buttons flew when he ran out of patience, ripping it away and tossing it to the floor. Then his hands went to the waistband of his jeans and your breath caught.

Rallying your courage, you shifted up onto your knees and pulled his hands away and around to the back of your dress. You wanted to do this. Touch him. Admire him, just as you wanted him to admire you.

Understanding sparkled in his blue eyes as his hands softly skimmed your spine, traveling towards the zipper at the nape of your neck. Slowly, he began to pull it down as you did the same to him.

His calloused hands were rough on your sensitive skin, making you gasp. He slowly ran both hands to the shoulders of your dress and pulled the straps away, revealing your lacy black bra and matching panties. His pants followed your dress, falling in a heap upon the floor.

He was glorious. All rippling muscle and bronze skin. You envied him, you couldn't help but wish you were worthy, until you heard a deep growl rise from his throat.

At that moment, he was fully convinced that you were a gift from the Norns themselves. There was no possible way that a being as perfect as you was not and he felt unworthy in your presence. Why would you have feelings for him? God or not, he wasn't so special to deserve you, but he would die trying to prove his worth if that's what it took to keep you.

“Lady [Y/N], are you s...”

You cut him off before the asinine question in his eyes could finish leaving his lips. “I swear to the Nine Realms, Thor. If you do not kiss me right now I will make you regret it.”

His deep chuckle was all that you heard before he was on you again. He kissed you slowly, tenderly, as you laid back onto the bed. His hips cradled between your own as you both moved towards the center.

His chiseled abs and hard pecs brushed against the softness of your curves and the barrier of your bra. You whimpered as small sparks danced over your womb and his fingers, wrapped in lightning, traveled up the back of your calf.

Your senses were beginning to overload at the sensation. It was like heaven and hell all wrapped into one. An exquisite type of torture that you couldn't get enough of and he hadn't even touched you yet.

When he did, you were sure you would die from the pleasure.

His mouth began to travel south as his hands traveled north. Lips kissed and teeth scraped as they followed the length of your throat, towards your collarbone. There was no doubt that you would have marks in the morning, but you couldn't care less.

His hips ground down into yours and you could feel the heat of his hard cock through your panties. You ached to touch him there, but the thought of trying left your mind when his mouth wrapped around your nipple. Hot breath caressed your clothed peak and small sparks shot up your spine as his hand unhooked the strap at your back.

Pulling the lacy contraption out of the way, Thor sucked your bare nipple back into his mouth, suckling and nibbling until it was a hard peak before moving to do the same with the other.

Your moans were hot and seductive in his ear, pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his control as your fingers in his hair tightened with the loss of yours. You were close and all it would take was one more little nudge to bring you there.

His hips rocked into yours again and again. The friction at your center was torturous, it kept you on the precipice, teetering precariously as his mouth and lightning stimulated your breasts.

The brush of his hands at your hips, his weight lifting slightly to allow him the room to pull your panties down slowly, was enough to spur you into action. You released your grip in his hair and ran your palms down his spine, gripping the waistband of his boxers and pushing them down to join your own at the foot of the bed.

The heavy weight of his cock settled on your thigh, making you moan. You gripped him softly, running your hand up and down his shaft. His breath caught at the contact and he thrust lightly into your palm.

You giggled a bit at the irony of the situation. The God of Thunder, the “Mightiest Avenger”, brought down by such a tiny human woman. It was unbelievable, but here you were.

Thor slowly pulled away from your soft touch, wishing for you to enjoy this first time without him losing control too quickly. There would be time for that later. His mouth roamed over the valley of your breasts and down towards your center, leaving tender kisses and reddened marks along the way.

You returned your hands to his back, dragging your nails up his spine and back into his hair. The faint red lines gave you a happy thrill. They marked him as yours just as he was marking you as his, though the marks you left would be gone by morning, it still made you giddy to know they had been there.

When his mouth finally reached your center, all thoughts were gone. The first hot breath on your center, the first small spark from his tongue sent you reeling over the edge and into pure ecstasy. You panted his name, moaning skyward as you came apart.

He watched you tremble from your orgasm, wishing to watch you come undone before his control snapped completely. He wanted to taste you. Your scent teased his nose. You were like ambrosia, like the finest mead in all of Asgard and he wanted to drink his fill. But, he held himself back, watching and waiting like a predator for its prey.

You slowly came down from your high and looked down the length of your body. Thor's blue eyes were predatory, daring you to look away from what he was about to do, but you couldn't. You watched as his mouth descended on your mound. His tongue found a home in your slick folds as his eyes stared into your soul, sparking blue in the dim light of the bedroom. You panted at the sensation, moaning quietly as he languidly tasted you, but never looking away.

Then his fingers entered you and you couldn't hold back anymore. You fell back onto the bed, moaning and crying as he stretched you. His lips wrapped around your clit and you bucked into his mouth.

Thor held you down. Holding you at the mercy of his wicked tongue and adept fingers. When you relaxed, he slid a third finger inside. He was by no means, small and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Letting his powers flow a bit, he used his free hand to send sparks across your nipples until your inner walls began to quiver around his fingers.

Slowly, he withdrew his hand. You whimpered at the loss of his touch, causing him to smile as he crawled up your body and pressed his hips back down to yours.

He kissed you slowly as he lined himself up. Pulling away to meet your gaze when he bumped at your entrance. “I'm going to make you mine now, [Y/N]. I will go slow as not to hurt you.”

You tried to urge him on. Tried to tell him to take you. That you didn't want slow, but the words were lost when he pushed into you.

Every ridge, every vein, you could feel them all. Your moans grew as he thrust long and slow into your tight sheath. Only a moment passed before you fell hard. This orgasm stronger than the previous and pulled a deep growl from Thor's throat.

The heat that surrounded him, milked him, was almost too much to handle. He held tight to the last vestiges of his control, breathing through it as best he could so he wouldn't explode like some untried youth. He hadn't felt like this in ages, it was as if the hundreds of years learning to control his powers had flown out the window. Thunder boomed in the distance and sparks floated in the air around him, a testament to his loss of control.

“[Y/N], I can't hold back anymore. I need you, now.” His face was soft, but his eyes were so bright they were almost white and his words were strained.

“Please, Thor, I need you, too. I love you, so much.” You were at the end of your rope, your control was gone. You needed him to take you and to come down with you. You pleaded with him, with your eyes, with your body, with your soul. You loved him and you needed him just as much as he needed you.

“As I love you, my lady.” His control snapped with your words and he moved into a punishing pace.

His hips snapped up into yours, lightning coursed over your skin as your legs tightened around his waist. His lips crashed into yours with reckless abandon. You were at the mercy of a God and it felt like heaven.

You screamed in ecstasy when he shifted his body higher onto yours, pushing himself impossibly deeper. He was a beast, rutting into you hard and fast, and you loved him all the more for it. His hands gripped your ass, surely hard enough to bruise and it felt wonderful.

Pleasure mixed with a bit of pain as he fucked your body, but nothing compared to when you felt his powers brush their way into your entrance. You felt white hot in that moment as your vision began to darken, your core pulsed in time with your heart as he thrust into you. The pleasure reaching heights you had never experienced before.

He bit into the pulse point at your throat and you screamed. Little jolts of lightning danced across your flesh, around your nipples, and through your womb pushing you over the edge. With a final snap of his hips, Thor followed you down. His roar of pleasure, drowned out by a loud clash of thunder and flash of lightning outside your windows. His hot cum coated your insides causing aftershocks in your core.

He turned, at the last moment, to collapse beside you on the bed and pull you into his chest. Your hearts beat loudly as you laid together, the sounds of thunder fading away into the distance outside. It took a few moments to be able to breath again.

Smiling happily, Thor turned back to you, rising slightly onto an elbow so he could read your face. The smile he received made him chuckle. “So, was that worth two hundred and fifty of your Midgardian money?”

The question caught you off guard and you had to try hard not to laugh in his face. Of course he would go right back to thinking about the movie. It was what got you here, after all.

Smiling brightly up at him, you place your hand onto his cheek. “It was worth so much more.”

The love in his eyes was unmistakable. Slowly, he lowered his head and took your lips in a long, slow kiss.

#t6ksongfic #t shows her age #thor #thor odinson #mcu #marvel mcu #thor x reader #thor fanfiction #Reader fics

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kaiswitch · 6 years ago

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Teen Wolf Imagine

Hey guys! I post these imagines in my Wattpad page as well! So if you see something similar, just understand that it’s me!

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Derek #1 - A look from the past

Part 1

Y/N POV

Finally got home from work and I was doing some quick chores around the house. I took out the trash and right before I’d go inside, I see what seemed like Derek Hale. But… Derek from high school. As in a 17 year old Derek Hale. How’s that possible!? He’s got to be at least 26 or 27 by now and looking different. I mean I even saw him a few months ago. HOW WAS IT THAT I JUST SAW 17 YEAR OLD DEREK HALE FROM HIGH SCHOOL NEXT DOORS WITH ANOTHER TEENAGER? The boy was the Sherriff’s son. Stiles, I believe he was called? Anyways, I have never been this confused in my life.

Though I got to admit. I know Derek Hale is some sort of a werewolf. We weren’t close in high school, just classmates, but he used to play basketball, and my brother played with him. I went to the boys lockers, during on the games, in hopes to find him but instead I ran into a glowing eyes, fangs and claws Derek. He was holding onto the sink, whispering “Control it. Control it. Alpha, beta, omega. Alpha, beta, omega.” And he kept repeating it till he went back to his own self. He didn’t notice me. I walked off, thinking about what I had just saw. That night I did some research, and I found out that he was a werewolf. He was secretive at times, and I wondered why. When I saw him in that state, I understood why. I never confronted him about it, because it wasn’t any of my business. If he didn’t want to tell anyone, there was a reason why. So why go after him and intrude his life?

In the morning after I saw young Derek with Stiles next doors, I was about to go to my car to go to work, when I saw them two get out of the house again. Young Derek again. So my eyes weren’t playing tricks last night. I had seen young Derek. With all the confidence I had, I went up to these two teenagers and had to ask them. I knew he was a werewolf. If they told me time travel or werewolves can turn themselves young, at this point I’d believe it.

“Hi. Stiles?” Stiles turned his head to me as I walked up to them.

“Stacey. Hi! What’s up?”

How the hell do I ask him? How do I confront someone about the supernatural? “Is that Derek?” Stiles’ eyes went wide open. Shocked that I’d know him.

“How do you know me?” Derek walked up to me.

“We went to highschool together. We even graduated together. I’m Stacey Halls. One of your classmates.”

“Stacey?” He looked at me up and down. Practically checking me out. I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah. My question is how the hell did you turn young? I saw you a few months ago with a beard and all buff and well.. 10 years older.” Both of them looked at me unsure of what to say. “Look. I know you’re a werewolf. So whatever it is you tell me, I’ll probably believe you.”

“How did you know?!” Derek and Stiles spoke at the same time.

“When we were in high school, before a basketball, I caught you in the boys locker shifting and turn back to normal by repeating this idiom I’m assuming, ‘Alpha, beta, omega.’ I didn’t confront you about it cause well… it wasn’t any of my business.”

“Well.. Wow. First off. And second. I’m not sure what’s wrong with him either. Derek was practically kidnapped and magically or ritually turned back to his young self.” Stiles explained, not sure if he could trust me.

“You can trust me. I won’t tell. But damn. Sorry. Is there anyway I can help?” I felt bad. Why would someone do that? And for what reason for that matter.

“For the moment, just keep the secret. We don’t even know what to do.” Stiles said shrugging. I nodded understanding.

“Well, please do call me. I’d like to help. Any way I can.” I smiled giving them my number.

“Thanks.” Stiles pressed his lips together feeling possibly awkward.

“You’re welcome.” I started walking back to my car.

“Stacey!” I turned to see Derek walking towards me. “Thank you. For not telling anyone.” He smiled.

“No problem. Like said, it’s not my secret. It’s yours. You don’t want to tell anyone. I respect that.” I smiled back. It was weird interacting with Derek when during high school, it’d be mostly in class having group projects, but other than that, nothing.

“I’ll let you go. See ya.”

“See ya.”

Part 2

A few days had past since I last saw them. I was sitting my on my couch, relaxing from a long day at work. When I get a phone call from an unknown number. I picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Y/N! It’s Stiles. We actually need your help.”

I smiled big. I felt so useful. “What is it?”

“Could you come over my house? My group of people who are trying to save Derek are over too trying to figure something out.”

“Sure I’ll be there in a minute.”

I looked just fine. In jeans and a plaid shirt. I walked over their house. I knocked and Stiles opened, welcoming me in.

There were a group of teenagers. Oh great. “Hi.” I waved trying to be polite.

Stiles walked next to me and introduced me to everyone. Two of them were werewolves. And alpha and his beta. A Banshee, a coyote and fox? and Stiles, the human. “You know? I’ve lived in this town my whole life and wouldn’t expect for so much supernatural to be happening, let alone right next doors.” They laughed. “What is it?”

“Well… I don’t know where to start. Tell us what you know about Kate Argent.”

My blood fueled. “A bitch. A manipulative bitch. And scary as shit. She was always into guns and killing. I heard she was into hunting. Now what was she hunting I don’t know. Anyways. I heard that she and Derek went out for a while. I’d see them around quite often. After a while, Derek’s house, sadly along with his family, were burned. Instead of being a good girlfriend and be there for him, she seemed far too happy and looked like she had triumphed something, whilst Derek practically depressed. So I don’t know what that was all about. Why do you ask?”

“She burned their house. She is indeed a manipulative bitch. She knew he was a werewolf along with his family and burned the house to kill them. His sister, uncle and himself survived. Kate is part of family of hunters. Werewolf or beast hunters. But Kate broke their code. They would only hunt the ones who would hurt humans. But Derek’s family hadn’t done anything.” Scott, I believe his name was, explained. “Yeah. Manipulative bitch. Poor Derek.” I thought. “But what does have to do with young Derek? I heard Kate died.” I asked confused.

“Well… She’s not dead. She accidently turned into a werejaguar.” Stiles said slowly. My eyes wide open. What?? “And she doesn’t have control of her shift.” He said getting quieter with each word spoken.

“Then that means she’s after him? Wait! Was she the one who turned him young?”

“Yeah. Smart chick.” Liam nodded proudly that I figured it out.

“First of all, don’t call me chick. I’m much older than you.” Liam blushed hard. “Second, why is she after him now? Why turn him young?”

“When she turned him young, she kind of erased any memories as an adult. And the memory of the fire. That way we’re assuming he can trust her again. We think that she’s trying to have him help her control her shift.”

“I see.” I was trying to process this all. I mean all this is thrown at me and I have no clue about the supernatural and mythological creatures. Then it hit me. “When I saw Derek, years ago, be able to control his shift with that phrase he used, he was also holding onto something. It looked like a circular object. Wooden possibly. It had spirals but I couldn’t see it clearly cause he was holding it. Do you know what that might be?”

“The triskelion?” Scott thought outloud.

“I guess? I don’t know. But what if that’s what helped Derek and now she wants that too?”

“It makes sense. Brilliant. But I gotta admit something. I haven’t seen Derek hold that thing like ever. He has very much control over his shift, so he wouldn’t need it.” “Then where would he keep it?”

“The vault.” A man from behind me said, which startled me. A Hale. I could tell by their eyes.

“You’re the uncle, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell?” He frowned his eyebrows.

“The eyes.” I shrugged.

“Wait. There’s a vault?” Scott asked.

“Yeah. And that’s where we’ve kept that ‘object’.” The man mocked me.

“Then that’s where would be.” Scott said. I guess that was a queue for everyone to go to that vault. I was all excited to be quite honest with you and so I decided to follow them.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come.” Scott politely told me.

“I’d like to help.Plus, I’m curious. And I think I can handle myself against another woman my age, hopefully she’s in her human form.”

“She’s much stronger now that she’s a werejaguar, even in her human form.”

“I don’t care. Maybe I can help with Derek. Have him trust me not her. Maybe say something that could change his mind but without bringing up the horrible memories. Please. Let me help.” It wasn’t even a plead. I was practically demanding this teenager for me to come with them.

“Fine.” He nodded. We all got into cars and drove to where Peter, which Lydia told me his name was, told us the vault was. Surprisingly, it was under school grounds. Smart but stupid at the same time.

“Why is it a bad thing that Kate is asking Derek for help to control her shift? That means she trusts him. But she didn’t want the memories to stop Derek from helping her. That’s why I’m assuming she turned him young and erased his memories. So he can trust her and help her.”

“I see where you coming from, but she’s not that naive. I have a feeling she a different plan in mind.” Peter said.

“Why would you say that?” Stiles said.

“She’s Kate. I still don’t trust her after burning my family.”

“Yeah, but it’s your fault she’s a werejaguar!” Stiles retorted.

Peter let out a growl. “Yeah. I’m the bad guy here.” I was so confused.

Part 3

When we arrived, Peter says the vault is open and goes to it.

“The berserkers are here.” Malia whispered almost as if trying to sniff them. Wolfs. I mean coyotes. Oh whatever.

“The what?” I asked confused. I saw Scott looking behind me.

“RUN!” He yelled at me. I turned around to see these giants, well.. compared to me, covered in animal skin and bones? Was that a skull they were wearing? Ew. They looked human on the underneath. I started running just as I was told. I was ran up the stairs of the school when I faced another one coming from the corner. He looked like he about to charge at me. I ran to him too and slid on my knees in between this monster’s legs giving me the chance to run away before he turned around. Just as I took a turn, I bumped into Kira.

“What are you doing here?” I asked her as if she was insane to try and go after that creature. She took out her belt and turned into sword. Like ninja sword. What the hell?

“We need to fight them.” She ran back to where I came from and I followed her.

All I saw was Malia hurt bad on the leg. She couldn’t even stand. And Scott trying to fight them. In his werewolf form. And Kira fighting too. But they both fell, as these beasts were too strong. I saw the sword that fell from Kira’s hands as she fell.

I thought of this stupid idea that I might regret later. I took the sword and charged at one of these monsters. I stabbed one of them. He yelled in pain. I pulled back, thinking I had killed him, but nope. He looks at me as if he was trying to recover from the stab, and punched me across my face, basically throwing me against the lockers, falling onto the ground like the others.

My vision was blurry, but I still could tell what was going on. I heard Scott hawl and young Derek jumping out of nowhere. He fought them with such ease. They retreated. Then when Derek turned to face us, he wasn’t young anymore. He was Derek. The current Derek. His eyes glowing yellow, with claws and fangs. How? Did? That? Happen? I already give up on this supernatural world.

“Stacey?” He looked at me shocked, slowly turning back to his human form. He helped me up.

“In the flash.”

“What is she doing here?” Derek looked at Scott like he was about to kill him.

“She was able to help with Kate. What she wanted and why. Which led us to the vault.” Scott answered. Not afraid of Derek at all.

“You, what?” Derek looked more confused than ever.

“Long story.” I said not really in the mood to explain myself. “What matters is that we are all alright. Right?” I said. And they all nodded.

As we were all leaving, Scott helping Malia up, Derek turned to me. We were close. Jesus, he was more gorgeous up close. “You ok?” He asked concerned.

“With the pounding headache caused by a ber-something? Or by the fact that creatures have been living all around me and I was completely blinded by them?” He chuckled.

“Both.” He smiled. He was so sweet.

“Well. I might have a concussion. It will go away. And your supernatural secrets? Yeah. At this point, you can tell me there such thing as a half human half lizard and I’d believe you.” I laughed.

“Actually…”

“Oh God! There is, isn’t there?!” I somewhat shouted dumbfounded.

He laughed. He grabbed my waist and brought me extremely close, making me place my hands on his chest. A very firm chest might I add. My breathing quickened a bit. “You’ll get used it.”

“What’s that suppose to mean? How do you know I won’t run away to another city?” I raised my eyebrow.

“You won’t. You helped and I saw you try to fight the berserkers. Someone who wants to help, doesn’t exactly want to run way.”

“Damn it Hale. You’re right.” We laughed. “Come on. I think they’re waiting for us.” As I was about break off from his hold, he placed his lips on me. Holy God! I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back. We parted lips and just looked at each other’s eyes. “Why?” That’s all that came out of my mouth.

“Why not?” He answered smirking.

Yeah, I’m definitely sticking around.

#teen wolf #teen #derek hale #derek #derek hale imagine #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #lydia martin #malia tate #peter hale

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theashesofthefirststar · 6 years ago

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Here it is! The prologue for my "What if Keith's Mom Stayed" Klance fic.

Pairing: Keith/Lance

Summary: His peers at the Garrison always joked about how mysterious Keith was. Well, they weren't exactly wrong.With a neck always cover in splotches of black hair dye, boots always thick with mud, and a mom that no one has ever seen because, uh, reasons, Keith, part time guardian of a magical blue lion, is understandably hard to get close to.At least, he thought so, but then how does Lance make it look so easy?

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Prologue

Keith was six years old when it happened.

His mom reached over the emergency brake that divided them to tug the hood of his red raincoat firm atop his head. He looked at her with a question in his eyes as she pulled back. He waited for her to explain why they were there, but she just smiled.

At the time, he was too young to articulate how that smile made him feel or just what about it was so different. So, he smiled back.

His mom made a motion for him to get out the car, but Keith just stared wide eyed out of the window in an attempt to see something. The rain was hitting the side of the truck in sheets, making everything look shapeless beneath its veil.

At that age, Keith didn't like the rain. It had never been anything but an inconvenience, something that kept him inside when he all he had wanted was to go out, and always at his moms insistence. She had seemed suspicious of the rain, as if unsure about what would happen if it touched her. His dad had thought that was funny for a reason Keith wouldn't understand until he got older. But at time, her skeptical attitude towards the rain was all he knew to act on. So Keith didn't move, just fisted the lap of his raincoat and wondered why his mom was asking him to go towards something she had only ever hid him from before.

“Its okay, Keith. There's a cave just a few yards that way. We’ll-” She paused, tapping a finger against the steering wheel. “What's that euphemism your father use- Oh! Make a run for it.” She smiled again, playful in a way he was more use to seeing from his pops. “Are you ready?”

He nodded yes, because why wouldn't he? This was his mom, and he had always felt the bravest when by her side.

Keith jumped down from the cab of the truck, swinging the door shut. He squinted against the rain, forcing himself to move forward with a blind certainty until he felt a hand gripping his wrist. His eyes kept forward, but there she was. A grainy vision coming in and out of his peripheral, familiar like the static of their satellite T.V. on rainy days.

He let her guid him until their entering the cave. The mouth was arched with cycle shaped rocks - limestone, his pops had called them, dripping like jagged teeth. It reminded Keith of other caves he'd explored with his parent's, of the way his pops made a game out of them jumping pass the threshold before the mouth could snap close and gobble him up.

He pulled a flashlight from the pocket of his raincoat an flicked it on, gaze wide and spanning.

Then Keith ran towards the cave wall, because he was impulsive even back then. More so. It was like the chicken pox he got right after his fourth birthday. An itch everyone told him not to scratch, but he did anyway. He came to realize that that feeling never goes away, but only gets harder to please. It was just simpler back then. Investigate that cave, read that book, climb that tree. It was a life with straightforward goals and a clear tradictory.

Until it wasn't.

On the wall there were drawings, blue marks made opaque by dust. Keith reached out and swiped a hand over what seemed to be a cluster of stick people looking up at a falling rock. He fanned the light down the wall to see more images in a continuous timeline like fashion. A lioness figure. Rising waves. A mysterious oblong spacecraft, each depiction seeming loosely interconnected like jumbled up dots that Keith's mind attempted to arrange in the right order.

And he just stood there, silently agape, stuck in the possibilities. At least, until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“They're interesting, yes?” His mom said.

“Yeah,” he rasped, still racking the walls with his eyes. “I wonder who lived here? I bet we could find some clues if we go deeper into the cave.”

Up until then, Keith had never seen anything like this. His pops had told him stories, about how there were people who lived long before them, how there were pieces of these people living beneath the rocks - in fossils - and painted on them too. Keith would listen to these stories with a far off sorta wonderment. The idea that there were whole worlds beyond the desert, beyond him and his parents, here but not here at the same time, was exciting, and yet ultimately just a concept. Nothing like actually seeing it.

“You're right, there is something special in this cave.” A pause. “Several somethings, actually.”

At that, Keith turned to her. “You've been here? Without me?” His teeth gritted, biting against the nasty feeling he had no name for. All he knew was that exploring caves was something they all did together, and he didn't like not being a part of it.

“This cave is different than the other one's,” his mom explained evenly. “You were too young to come here before.”

Keith huffed, looking past his mom with an angry pout and muttering, “Not too young.”

She hummed, almost seeming amused. That just made Keith more upset. Later, he'll realize how petulant he was being, but at the time, to six year Keith, this was the biggest part of his life.

“Well, not anymore. Which is why you're here. Now, would you like me to show you what lives in this cave or would you like to stay here making faces?”

Keith - begrudgingly - flung out a hand for her to take, but continued to glare into the shadowy hollow of the cave, determined that he could do both.

Then she was guiding them again down a path that she was obviously familiar with. Keith kept his flashlight fixed towards their destination, to egar and focused to look at the walls that tunneled around them. As they went further, their descending track grew steeper. Which only made Keith want to speed up. He would have to, if not for the warning glare of his mom paired with a squeeze of linked fingers.

He made a hmp sound, but continued at the pace she set. That was until she said, “Before we get to where we're going, there's something I need to speak to you about. Something your father and I had a long discussion about last night.”

“Is this about the dog we found!” Keith asked, feeling hopeful enough to look away from the trail and up at his mom. A couple of days ago him and his mom had seen a dog nosing it's way through their trash. He had looked matted and sickly thin, so they had decided to bring him some leftover pork chops from their diner the night before. Or at least, they were until his pops got home from work and immediately ran inside to grab his shotgun. He hadn't hurt the dog, but he did chase it away, despite Keith's insistence that the dog was his friend. This had lead to a one day hunger strike and a lot of tearful fits that always ended in a dramatic exit whenever he'd inevitably be sent to his room.

“That wasn't a dog, Keith. It was a coyote,” she said, though by the just there twist of her lips, Keith could tell she was mildly disappointed. “And your father insist that their dangerous.”

“Not dangerous.” He muttered. “Probably just lonely.”

Keith felt something pull against him, restricting his steps. He turned to see him mom had stopped walking, so naturally, he stopped too, squaring his feet so that he was stable against the uneven ground.

“Are you lonely, Keith?”

Keith felt himself frown. The flashlight he held was pointed past her, yellow projecting against the cave wall at her back. Her face was thick with shadows, carving out an expression that none of Keith’s six years of life gave him a context for. It was his mom, but not. A little sad. A little unfamiliar, and it was that jarring sense of uncertainty that made him all the more aware of where they were at, underground and squeezed between two lengths of darkness. Which should of been fine. He’d been in caves like this before, but there was still this feeling, this wrongness pinching at him.

He glared at his feet.

“No. Why would I be lonely when I have you and pops?”

She didn't answer right away, and after a few long silent seconds, he peeked up at her.

Seeing herself be regarded, she stood a bit taller. “Your father left this morning to enroll you in school.”

“School?!”

“Yes, you know, an establishment where-”

“I know what a school is mom! But-but I don't understand. Why can't you keep teaching me at home?!”

Keith felt something warm and tight swoop in his stomach, burning frantically in his fingertips. This was wrong. All wrong.

“Your father and I think it's important for you to start spending time with other kids,” she said, her face hardened with a sternness that was only a relief in its familiarity. “It's not good for a boy your age to be by himself so much.”

Keith would later come to realize that kids often feel things that they won't comprehend until hindsight. Their frustration lacks self awareness. There's no eloquence in the voice they give it. But beneath that wall of callowness, there is reason. A reason six year old Keith kept grasping for, like the minoes he spent the summers trying to catch, too small and too slippery to really hold onto.

Because he did want to make friends. He’d even sometimes watch old t.v. shows with his pops just to see how all the kids would play in groups and talk to people who weren't their parents. Keith couldn't help but to compare them to himself, someone who had never even spent time with another person that wasn't his mom or pops

Older Keith knew what younger Keith was only vaguely scared of. That most kids had extended families, whole communities even. Most kids played sports or took piano lessons. They had cousins and aunts and neighbors who came over for diner on the weekend. Most kids didn't have vibrant magenta hair or a large “birthmark” on their face or a mom with purple skin and yellow eyes. Older Keith knew what younger Keith was only vaguely scared of. That years of semi isolation and secrets put a barrier between him and other people that only got thicker with time.

Krolia knelt down in front of Keith, and he pushed down the urge to squirm away.

“Sometimes we have to do things that are hard, because if we don't, those things don't leave. They just become bigger, until there so big that they get in the way of us living our lives.” She cups Keith's cheek and he can't help but to lean into her warmth. “I don't ever want to get in the way of you living your life.”

A part of Keith wanted to be defiant, but his moms presences was just so nice, and he didn't want to fight it. She had always guided him after all, never had lead him anywhere he didn't want to be. Why should this time be any differently?

“Come on,” She said. “There's something up ahead that I think will help you understand.”

But it didn't, not at right away. His first thought when seeing a giant blue mechanical lion certainly wasn't ‘Ah yes, everything makes sense now’. That was okay though. His mom had stood back and allowed him to process.

His first real thought that wasn't just the long confusing beep of a Please Stand By screen was ‘woah cool robot lion’ which sent him hurtling towards the thing. He slowed too late and had to brace against the barrier, both hands landing flat. Keith didn't care though, he just looked up at the lion with a grin, one that quickly lost it's edges the longer he stood there and nothing happened.

His hands curled into fist. “Hey! Open up!” Keith demanded. “I want to be your friend!” No response, then suddenly, “Are you trapped? Don't worry, I'll get you out!”

Keith began banging his fist against the barrier. “Come on you stupid shield,” he muttered, kicking at it in frustration. He was about ready to find a large rock, when his mom said, “That won't work, Keith. She's not for you.”

Keith whipped around, alarmed. He had practically forgotten he wasn't alone.

“She's waiting for her Paladin. Her chosen one. And she won't put that barrier down until they find her.”

Keith didn't understand. Chosen one? As soon as he'd seen the lion, he felt a tug. Something instinctual that told Keith they were meant to meet. Did she not feel the same way? The idea that she didn't took all the warmth and meaning from his belly and pulled it to his throat. It sat expanding, that misplaced connection, until it forced its way out. He just couldn't swallow some thing that didn't belong to him.

Looking back, that was the first time he felt it; Rejection.

“I know you're confused, Keith, but once I explain everything, I promise this will all make more sense.”

And so she did.

From a satchel that rested against Krolias hip, she pulled out a throw blanket and laid it against the damp ground. They sat cross legged and face to face, knees bumping as she explained everything. He sat and listened as she confirmed what a part of him already knew on some level; that she, that they, weren't the same as everyone else. With a firm and leveled voice, she spoke uncompromising truths. She told him about the Blade, about her mission. She told him about the lore of Voltron, and hardest of all, she told him about the war, about exactly what they were protecting there in that cave.

Some people might judge his mom for the steely way she told him about the death that loomed between the stars. But it was something Keith would come to appreciate, the commander in her, because if she could stay calm living beneath a sky on the precipice of collapse, than maybe so could he.

He walked in the footsteps of her composure, finding them too big, but listening all the same. The words didn't seem real though. They steeped in him, and he felt his mind ach in resistance, the change leaking in a bit at a time until he was trembling against his pops later that night, begging him not to tell his mom how terrified he was. Because he finally understood. The danger was everywhere. And it was coming for him and everything he loved.

But his pops, who had only ever wanted Keith to have a normal, happy life, told him something that stayed with him in a way the exact details of him and his mom's conversation did not.

That one day, when Keith was ready, it would be the danger that trembled.

#my writing #keith #klance #lance #krolia #voltron

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star-trekkin-across-theuniverse · 7 years ago

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Resource Management, pt15

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Erin hadn’t even gone through the stack of paperwork she had dumped on me. I was surprised, to be honest. She was usually a little more diligent when she was turning over assignments. Maybe she was as angry as she appeared. I started flipping through the reports and sorting them according to which form they were. Then I alphabetized them. Then I went back and ordered them numerically, as I realized that we’d switched from names to ID numbers. Once I had everything sorted, I started checking each ID number against the casualty list from the attack and deactivated every report that no longer needed to be assessed. It was late in the afternoon by the time I had got that far. It was boring and thankless, and I needed a break. I poked my head into Erin’s office to see what she was working on.

“Hey, I’m going to run down to Starbucks for a latte. Want anything?” I asked. She looked up and smiled.

“I’ll come with.” She pulled her purse out and followed me out of the office. “How are those reports coming?”

“Erin, you should have told me you were so far behind on them. I could have helped you,” I admonished her. A scowl flashed across her face, but just as quickly vanished. I was sure she was hoping I hadn’t noticed.

“We had a lot come through while you were at the academy. I figured I’d be able to catch it up this week. Until Fury downgraded my clearance,” she grumbled.

“Where have you sent your resume?” I asked. Erin stopped and gave me a look of surprise.

“Oh my god, I was just blowing off steam, Annie!” She exclaimed. “I have no intention of finding another job. I was just pissed off.”

“Could have fooled me,” I commented as we turned into the Starbucks. She fell silent as we stepped in line.

“Do you think I should be looking?” She suddenly asked.

“Well, you’re obviously not happy. Venti non-fat London Fog please.” I handed some cash to the barista, and turned back to Erin. “Maybe you should be looking for somewhere safer.”

“Do you think my job is in jeopardy?” Erin pressed. I accepted my change and looked at her, long and hard. I could feel myself giving the ‘are you an idiot’ face to her.

“Erin, if you don’t follow through with what the director wants, your life may be in jeopardy. Isn’t that more important than a paycheque?” I demanded. “I mean, really. I get that this is not what you signed up for, but we’ve entered an arena now where risk-negation is far more important than personal pride. Don’t you think you’re being a little childish?”

“Wow. Tell me how you really feel,” she snapped as she paid for her coffee. We moved toward the pick up area. I could feel my cheeks flushing and my heart thumping in my chest.

“Okay, I will. I very nearly fucking died last week. I was a target in that attack. Everyone in our department that was at work fucking died except for me. So forgive me if I’m a little sensitive about this, but grow the fuck up. Fury is trying to keep you safe and alive as well as keep SHIELD running. If that means you need to put on a pair of runners and do five K, or take your fucking sidearm to the range and learn to defend yourself, maybe you should. Be more proactive about your personal safety. And if you really don’t want to take those steps, then yes, I think you should be looking for a new job at a different agency,” I retorted. The barista handed my tea across the counter. I snapped a lid on it and walked out, not waiting for Erin.

When I got back to the office, I tossed a ‘do not disturb’ note on the door and shut it before getting back at the stack of reports. I connected my phone to my console and put my favourite playlist on to keep the outside distractions down and then started pounding away at the pile. It shouldn’t have taken Erin more than a few hours to resolve what she’d given me, and I was determined to get it done before I went home. I kept my head down and pushed through, completely losing track of time. There was a tentative knock at my door on the third repeat of the playlist. I looked up as Stark opened the door. I raised an eyebrow at him. Tentative was not in his nature.

“Hey,” I looked back down at the report I was working on as he sat down across from me. He kicked his legs up and crossed his ankles on my desk

“Your receptionist was just locking up when I arrived. She said you haven’t left your office since three.”

“I had a pile of crap dumped on my desk that should have been managed while I was away two weeks ago,” I explained. “It’s been a long day.”

“But Coulson sent hugs and kisses in his text message. You should be all swoony,” he teased. I groaned and opened my phone. I pulled the tracer sticker off and tossed it in the garbage, giving him a smug look.

“Stay out of my text messaging,” I said, for emphasis. Stark just laughed.

“Where are we going for dinner?” He asked.

“We are going nowhere for dinner, Stark. Anna and I have an actual date. No work tonight.” Phil caught Stark off guard, and Stark rocked back in the chair just enough that he lost his balance. There was some undignified limb flapping, and his feet crashed to the floor before he regained his balance.

“I know when I’m not wanted.” I had to hand it to Stark; he knew how to play the wounded drama queen. He rose and walked to the door, his face a mask of exaggerated sadness. I looked at Phil and back to Stark.

“You are not wanted, Stark. However, I think we should get together tomorrow and go over what we know and what we’ve discovered.” Phil gave Stark the bland smile that I’d learned was his business fuck-off. Stark glanced my way and seeing the set of my jaw, sighed.

“Fine. I’ll bring my secret decoder ring tomorrow and we can find out who’s been stealing the lightbulbs from Old Man Johnson’s backdoor.” He swept out of the office, leaving Phil and I in confused silence. I looked at Phil and back at the door and cracked up. Phil shook his head.

“So tell me about this coded message.” Phil and I were sitting in my living room, eating Thai take-away. I took a big mouthful of noodles and chewed.

“Kate’s grandma called today. She’s Kate’s next of kin,” I started, and took a sip of my beer. “I figured she was calling about Kate’s life insurance, but she wanted to tell me all about this hornet nest she had in her yard years ago. She said something about smoking it, so the hornets left it but were calm, and then setting off a bug bomb, and then burning the nest so they couldn’t come back. I thought she must just have Alzheimer’s or something, but when I looked in Kate’s file, it showed her grandma had been a field agent.”

“What’s Granny’s name?” Phil asked.

“Cecelia Banks,” I answered. Phil choked on a mouthful of Pad Thai. I smacked him on the back and handed him his beer. He took a drink and coughed a couple time to clear his throat.

“Cecelia Banks? Jesus, she’s legendary,” he coughed again. “Her name is constantly being brought up at the academy. She discovered a cell of traitors in the 60s, and she wasn’t sure how deep it went. So she planted false information about a project she was working on to root them out. When she knew the extent of the infiltration, she exposed the works. Basically burned the nest so there was nothing left. That was a fucking brilliant analogy. No wonder they say she was one of the best.”

“How could she possibly know the importance of sharing that story with me?” I puzzled.

“You should go offer your condolences to your friend’s grandmother,” Phil recommended.

“That’s an excellent plan. I’ll see if Barton can meet me earlier tomorrow so I can drive up. She’s in Philly. Think you can get away and join me?” I asked. He nodded.

“Yeah. Fury has asked me to keep an eye on you anyhow.”

“I thought you were the mysterious security detail,” I laughed. “Natasha was quite concerned that she didn’t know who you were.”

“How did that go today?” He asked. I launched into an explanation of my training time, and how incredible Natasha was. I mean, Phil knew what I was talking about, so I really had no need to be so descriptive, but it had been an excellent session, and I could feel the ache settling into my muscles. Natasha was a tough teacher, and was going to challenge me, and I liked that. Phil leaned back on the couch and watched me as I gestured and tried to demonstrate stuff we’d done all alone. The indulgent smile, and loosened tie, combined with his completely relaxed posture and lazy grip on his beer bottle made me stop, midsentence and just look at him. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. He raised his eyebrows.

“What?” He asked. I shook my head and collected our plates and took them into the kitchen and brought us each another beer. I climbed onto the couch beside him and stretched my legs across his lap. He wrapped an arm around my knees as I leaned into his side. When I handed him the beer bottle he smirked.

“I know it’s a little early in the week for a two-beer-evening, but I’m feeling a little less invincible tonight. I feel vincible. Is vincible even a word?” I asked. He laughed and kissed my forehead.

“I’m not sure.” He ran his hand along my bare leg. “Is this what you wore at work today?”

“Yeah. Why?” I started pulling the pins out of my bun and fluffing my hair.

“Complete with your glasses there on your blouse all day?” He nodded toward where my glasses were tugging at the front of my blouse.

“Yeah. Why?” I asked.

“I got a text earlier today asking if Librarian Dominatrix Barbie was my new girlfriend or if it was The Other One.” He put air quotes around Librarian Dominatrix Barbie and The Other One. “I guess Librarian Dominatrix Barbie is my new girlfriend.”

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended or amused. I chose to be amused. It wasn’t the first time I had been compared to Barbie. It wouldn’t be the last. I could be offended every time, and point out the obvious differences: my boobs weren’t that big, my waist wasn’t that small, I wasn’t tall enough, my panties weren’t permanently molded onto my body and I was able to bend at the waist. Or I could roll with it, and let people underestimate me. It was probably to my advantage to let people underestimate me.

“So do I smack you around with a riding crop or a dictionary?” I teased.

“Well, if you have a dictionary, maybe we can look up vincible before you start hitting me,” he chuckled.

“Be forewarned. All my dirty talk tonight will be in words of no fewer than four syllables,” I taunted, whispering in his ear.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever looked forward to castigation and deprivation more.” He leaned across my legs and placed his beer bottle on the table, then took mine and put it beside his. He lifted my legs off his lap and slid across me, pinning me under him on the couch.

“Hey! I’m supposed to be Dominatrix Librarian Barbie. Get off!” I protested. He shook his head and smiled. I briefly considered flipping him off me, but in the end, I let him stay where he was. He was warm, and his hands were rough and it was exactly where I wanted to be after my day.

While Phil was in the shower, I sent a quick email to Erin to let her know I was going to be out of the office for the day. I clicked through the other emails and saw one from Barton in response to my message about changing our training time. I quickly responded by text message to let him know I was available until ten, and by the time I’d hit send, Erin had emailed back, demanding to know why I wasn’t coming in. I opted to phone her instead.

“What the hell, Annie? You chewed me out yesterday and then locked yourself in your office for the rest of the afternoon and now you aren’t coming in today?” She snarled into the phone instead of saying hello.

“One of the casualties from the attack had a dependent grandmother, and she phoned me yesterday. She wasn’t making any sense. I need to go see her to find out what needs to be put in place to ensure her safety. I think she has dementia.” I was not going to rise to the bait.

“And no one else can do that?” The venom was just dripping through the phone at me.

“Considering she called me, I thought it prudent that I check into this myself. If she has some sort of memory loss, it might help to hear my name.” I hoped that made sense. I knew nothing about dementia.

“Fine, whatever. Do whatever you feel prudent, Madam Director.” Her tone was contemptuous. It was time to rise to the bait.

“You know what? Don’t bother coming in today either, Erin. You can take a day without pay for insubordination,” I replied coldly.

“Fuck you. I don’t answer to you. Unless Fury tells me to take the day off, I’m not staying home.” The line went dead.

“That went well,” I sighed.

“What was that about, princess?” An unfamiliar male voice asked from the kitchen door. I dropped the phone and whirled around. It was Barton. How he’d got in was beyond me.

“Jesus Christ, Barton!” I gasped. “You scared the shit out of me.”

I prayed that Phil had head us talking, but I could hear the shower still running. Barton looked through my cupboards for a coffee cup and sat down to drink his coffee. I leaned against the counter, between him and the hall to the bathroom and my bedroom, hoping to somehow intercept Phil before Barton saw him.

“Hey, Annie?” Phil’s voice floated down the hall. “Can you toss my shaving kit to me? I left it at the front door.”

I closed my eyes and fought to keep my face calm. I knew Barton would have noticed the shoes at the door, so he would be expecting my boyfriend. But he knew Phil well, and I was just hoping he wouldn’t recognize his voice. I turned to get the shaving kit from the entry, but when I moved to head down the hall, Barton blocked me, and took the bag from me. Without a word he walked down the hall and knocked on the door. I stood, frozen in place, where he’d left me. Phil opened the bathroom door. Barton dropped the shaving kit into Phil’s hand, turned and walked back to the kitchen. He sat down and looked in his coffee cup and up at me and then back to his coffee cup.

“What’s in my coffee?” He asked.

“Nothing,” I answered. The look on his face made my blood run cold. Barton’s eyes narrowed and he was across the kitchen and had me against the fridge in seconds.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN MY COFFEE?” He screamed at me. Phil was in the doorway of the kitchen in a flash, towel around his waist, sidearm drawn and trained on Barton. If I hadn’t been so fucking terrified, I would have laughed. He only had half his face shaved, and the other half was still covered in shaving cream.

“Let go of Director Ellis, Barton,” he ordered. Barton looked at Phil, then at me. He looked back at Phil and his face fell. His grip loosened and he slowly let go of me, without taking his eyes off Phil. I saw a tear snake down his cheek and without realizing what I was doing, I reached out and rubbed his shoulder. He pulled away from me without looking in my direction. Phil lowered his weapon and placed it on the counter beside him. Barton took two steps to cover the distance between them and reached out hand to Phil. Phil, aware of his partial nudity, intercepted the gesture and turned it into a handshake.

“This isn’t the way I would have liked to tell you, Clint, but –“

“Jesus Christ, Phil?” Barton pulled him into a bear hug. Phil looked so incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. He patted Barton’s back stiffly, and then extricated himself from Barton’s arms. He backed up a few steps, grabbed his sidearm and pointed at the bathroom.

“I’m just going to go get dressed. I’m sure you have questions.”

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfic with OFC #Phil Coulson x OFC

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scottymcgeesterwrites · 7 years ago

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What AIM meant to me

It’s 6:44 AM right now and I just CANNOT go back to sleep.

It’s very rare that I can’t sleep because I typically sleep like a log. It’s only when things are on my mind that I cannot sleep.

This is going to sound pathetic but what makes me restless is the recent news that AOL Instant Messenger, affectionately known as AIM, is going to discontinue for good this December 15.

I officially stopped using AIM around 2009, my sophomore year of college. The only times I really used it after that was to contact my mom, who was/is one of those mothers who still thinks AOL is the only way to log onto the Internet. I used to log some AIM conversations automatically. Thinking about AIM’s coming end, I went back to my archive and went through a whirlwind of emotions. I even found a download of AIM to reinstall it and look at all the old screennames.

Unfortunately, of course, I don’t have EVERYTHING. I had hoped to find some ancient conversations from middle school but I didn’t start logging conversations that far. I did have a previous username because way back then my first crush blocked my dumb awkward ass, so I tried to get around it by creating another screen name. I always tried to get friends to talk to her to see what she thought of me, instead of actually talking to her myself. Unfortunately, AIM’s password recovery system doesn’t seem to be working anymore, at least, not for me.

AIM was special for all of us. For me, I met so many people. When I was awkward in school, I found many friends online. We created many chatrooms and started many projects. It was fertile ground for sharing imagination. I “borrowed” many screennames I thought were cool and used them in my stories. I always asked first of course if it was okay for me to totally rip their screenname for a character in a story; they didn’t care.

I met my ex on an AIM chatroom way back in the middle of high school. I have a friend who recently changed his name to Kay. We always had crazy ideas and philosophized about the meaning and nature of life.

I had this idea that I dubbed “The Social Engineering Project.”

The idea was to create this one chatroom and see how many connections you can make . You invited a friend and told them to invite one other friend, who in turn invited one other friend too.

The result was a massive chatroom of (very confused) people. I met my ex on there for the first time. I put her screenname aside and messaged her, “Hey. It’s crazy in there, ain’t it?”

It’s funny thinking back to the origin story of your friends. Friends you met online and chatted with only to never see them again. Friends you still talk to. Friends who became really close friends whom you still hang out with.

Like all memories of exes, mine is full of regret. I haven’t yet talked about my ex in this new writing blog. To make a long story short - I obsessed over this girl. I would obsess over her for the next 4 years - from the end of sophomore year of high school to the end of sophomore year of college.

The situation was very complicated, but I’ll keep it brief. Someone raped my ex when I first met her. I was there for her, consoled her. In time, we fell in love. My mother somehow checked my computer, went through my AIM logs, and wanted me to stop talking to her. She and dad believed that she was bad news - that she got herself raped, that she whored herself out.

So for the next 5 something years, I battled my parents. With the aide of some friends, I’d try to see my ex again and again - all fruitless attempts like Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner. I’d get grounded countless times, to the point where I had my computer taken away, then my Internet. I once jumped out of my second-story window to use my next-door neighbor’s wi-fi. I literally sat next to his house with my laptop without him knowing at around 3 AM. I was obsessed with the idea of being my ex’s knight in shining armor. Whenever she needed something, I was there. She was torn between two countries and eventually chose the one further away, and she moved on with other guys, but I still pursued her wanting to prove my worth. I felt many negative emotions those years. Resentment at my parents. Confusion over my ex’s behavior. Anger at my ex’s rapist - to the point where I stalked him and stood in his backyard ready to beat the shit out of him. Frustration at the housing crisis and the government. Overall - I felt cheated. I developed trauma that still hasn’t fully resolved. I still live with my parents and I hesitate every time I bring up my current girlfriend and wanting to hang out with her. My heart races because I recall the screeching arguments we had over my ex and the turmoil that spread for so many years in the household.

This whole experience fucked me up - as you can imagine. As I relived these memories on my AIM logs, I once again thought about how I would change things if I redid those first two years of college.

I was such a pompous ass during my first two years of college.

I would relive and redo all four years of college in a heartbeat. Imagine how awesome it would be to know everything and go through it all over again? I could say, “BYE BITCH” and forget about my ex and go out and have crazy sexy fun at parties. I could get straight A’s. I could cash in on the housing crisis months before it happened. I could have filmed so many things.

Currently, I have a YouTube channel called Untitled Independent Film Group. I basically grab my friends to film skits and short films. We don’t have many videos right now - but way back in freshman year of college, I always wrote down film ideas. I wrote so much but filmed so little - at least not until junior year of college. I was such an ass my first two years. I thought little of people who drank and partied hard, mostly because my ex’s rapist did what he did at one of those parties. My impression of people who partied was, “You’re all goddamn sick and you’re all goddamn rapists.” I put myself on a high horse and wanted to hunt down frat bros and beat the shit out of them. I wish I had let go of all the anger the second I stepped into my freshman dorm for the first time. All of that distracted me from starting my dreams early on, from filming, and it wasn’t until much later, right now, when the party is over that I seriously returned to filming. Now it’s much different. I can’t just walk over to someone’s dorm and say, “Hey, let’s film this.” I have to text or call and wait for a response. We have to schedule. Then we forget about it and wait for months until I remember to bring it up again. We then film it and it takes longer than I planned and then afterwards we are tired and go home.

I still have energy in me ready to burst as if I were a college student. I often find it suppressed. I often find myself in a room of friends who are ready to go to bed at around 11 PM or 12 AM. Meanwhile I’m itching with energy like, “Hey guys, let’s play Kings. We haven’t played that in a long time. Or let’s play this or that or the other thing.” Adult life sucks for me not because I lack the energy but because everyone else seems to. I still have a quarter of a college student in me that never fully came out. That seems to be how it worked. I guess that’s why Miley Cyrus is the way she is right now. She said something once about how she used to be an angel but now she’s living through all the suppressed craziness she would have let out back then. I think I’m a male Miley Cyrus is what I’m trying to say.

In a way, I’ve experienced life in reverse. I used to be super serious and much more nobler. I read back through these AIM logs and can’t believe I was such a pompous asshole. I had such a strict view on life. Now I’m just a fuck-up.

The thought of going back is fun at first, like playing a video game the second time around only this time you’ve unlocked many secrets and know many different paths.

But experiences are fucked up. You think about how you could have changed them but then if they didn’t happen, the positive things going on right now would have most likely never happened. I wrote a fantasy story that came out of my experiences with my ex. Everyone loved it. Where would that story be if I had let her go earlier on? Probably nonexistent. Heck, my feelings now about regrets in college drive some of my current stories. What would I have to inspire myself with if I didn’t have those regrets?

My stories have a recurring theme - they all warn the readers not to be stupid. Don’t dawdle with people who don’t appreciate you. Don’t waste your time. Take a chance. Don’t act high and mighty. Don’t stick around a place you hate for so long. What are you doing there? MOVE!

In the beginning of college, I was practically convinced that I would run away before graduating and “walk the Earth” and save the day. It was a big debate and source of conflict among my Internet friends, in forums and chats. The older kids would always say, “DON’T. You idiot. You have no idea how important a college education is.” Other said, “Go ahead. Bohemian life all the way.”

Now here I am. I’ve been at the same job for the past 5 years. Oh yeah. Saving the day all right. Saving it so hard.

I tried to bring back the whole “saving the day” shit after I graduated college. Nobody took the bait. It wasn’t like high school or college where you could rally people and say, “FUCK THE SYSTEM.” I created a secret forum once dedicated to sticking it to the man. It’s gone now - all because of some petty drama between two founding members. We had like a secret password and everything in order to enter the forum.

They always warn you not to dawdle on the past because it wastes time. I find it encourages it. Right now, I’m brimming with energy. It’s strange too because I’m excited but also very sad. The second I finish writing this I’ll write EVERYTHING that comes to mind and finish AS MANY of my stories as I can. Who cares if they suck right now? Just write. For God’s sake, man. Write away, right away. You never know when you’ll die. Your words will be lost and forgotten - or worse, you would never get to say what you want to say. I always get like this when I dwell on the past. HURRAH - act now! Push back! And then it dies down because nobody else is as enthused as I am. Take it from me - the hardest thing about being a leader is getting people motivated. You have to make them believe they can do it. Forget it if they actually can or can’t - make them believe. How can I make the enthusiasm last in me when nobody else carries it on?

Of course - I have to apply that belief to myself too.

What can I do now? Hm. Well, there’s Discord - growing in popularity and better than Skype. Yes. I can see it now - a new age is coming. I’ll start something new! Another Social Engineering Project! Another age of Internet friends to stick it to the man!

Thank you, AIM. You were the conduit of many things - all the school drama and all the late-night conversations with good friends. Without you, online chatting wouldn’t have been where it is now.

#onlife #writing #writing things #life #love #happiness #regret #aim #america online #aol #letsusediscordinstead #discord

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