#and I have to fix it so people can fucking move through to the exit

[zodiacatsea]

When I’m at work (the air conditioning is on, but it’s very faulty) and it’s muggy and stagnant air for 8 hours, 40 hours a week, I go through 4-5 of those sparkling ices (strawberry watermelon preferably, or strawberry kiwi, or if I’m desperate strawberry lemonade), but because of that fucking heat and that I’m constantly on my feet and not allowed to sit or even LEAN I’m covered in a layer of sweat constantly. And I still walk out of there every day with my lips chapped due to dehydration. I need to slow quit. I think I’m going to ask to do part time instead. Then while that’s going on switch jobs and fully quit because this is inhumane ESPECIALLY in this constantly humid heat.

[gloomwitchwrites]

Locker Room

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): canon-typical swearing, enemies-ish to lovers, sexual tension, arguments, suggestive themes, intimate touching, teasing, dirty thoughts

A/N: For @glitterypirateduck 's Ghost Writing Challenge. I used prompts 43, 97, & 99. (I had so much fun challenging myself to do this all in one go. I set a timer and everything.)

After finding an infuriating note on your desk, you confront Simon in the communal locker room.

Part Two // Simon's POV

ao3 // taglist // main masterlist

Beneath your skin is an inferno.

It’s not the kind that blazes for another, or burns in tandem with a deep yearning. This is just seething anger and blunt frustration.

You’re ready to knock out some fucking teeth.

How dare he? Who the fuck does Lieutenant Riley think he is?

When you return reports to Captain Price, you point out all the inconsistences and errors. The lack of accountability and absolute carelessness has been scratching at you for ages, and this time you had enough. Usually Price shrugs, fixes whatever you’ve marked—to a degree—and then returns them without argument.

This time? Price took one look at them and told you to talk to Simon.

Not a problem. No issue at all. You and Lieutenant Riley have always been on good terms. Sometimes, it’s been more than good. You’ve caught him staring for far too long, or he stands a bit too close as if the two of you are a couple and not coworkers. And while you’ve internalized the fantasy, it’s not like you’ve ever acted on it.

But now you’re just irritated.

You handed over the files yesterday evening, and this morning you found them back on your desk. It’s not the turnaround but Lieutenant Riley’s audacity of placing those files back on your desk with a singular sticky note.

The reports are just fine, sweetheart.

Sweetheart. Sweetheart?

The other day you imagined what it might be like to have the burly, masked man call you a pet name, but this is just fucking condescending.

Your heels clack sharply against the linoleum floor. Perhaps it’s the rage in your face, because every person you meet on your rampage steps out of your way, their gaze averted. Rounding a corner, you exit through a side door and into one of the hangars. A few people glance up, frowning, but return to their job.

Sighing heavily, you approach the nearest person. “Where’s Lieutenant Riley?”

The young man—who looks right out recruitment—glances up. He swallows and peers over his shoulder as if he’s not sure he’s supposed to say. “Locker room, ma’am?”

“Thank you,” you reply sharply, turning on your heel and heading for another door leading to the communal gym.

“But—” he begins, stumbling to his feet as you charge on. “Ma’am! You can’t—”

The door slams shut behind you and you don’t look back.

This is one of several communal spaces. There are the usual training areas on base but there are also a few gyms for those that want to get a bit of extra work in. Every head turns toward you and many don’t look away. This one is just for the men, and you’re the odd duck.

And fuck it. You don’t care. You’re too fucking mad right now to think of anything else but giving Lieutenant Riley a piece of your goddamn mind.

With everything pumping in your veins, the reality of you storming toward the locker rooms hasn’t even dawned. Hasn’t clicked. Fury laces your every step, and even here, where you’re not supposed to be, the men in your path move as if they sense the rage.

When you burst through the door and meet a wall of steam, all the heat suddenly extinguishes. Glancing around, you’re met with wide-eyed stares and surprised expressions.

Keeping your gaze as upward as you can, you clear your throat. “Where is Lieutenant Riley?”

There is only silence. Maybe if you stare at the top of the lockers for long enough, you’ll somehow gather your courage again.

“I asked where Lieutenant—”

“I’m right here.”

You turn abruptly and freeze.

Lieutenant Simon Riley stands before you in nothing but a towel. It hangs low on his hips. Other than that, the bottom-half of his face is covered up by a black mask and his dog tags dangle from his neck. His hair is a wet, tussled mess, and his chest glistens with water like he just stepped out from the shower.

Simon simply stares at you for a moment as you stand in utter silence. His gaze, which is piercing and fierce, slides away to scan the room. He doesn’t have to say anything. The rest of the men in the room grab bags and clothes, rushing to exit through the door you just entered from.

When the last man leaves, Simon rolls his shoulders, straightening his spine. It makes him appear larger, more intimidating, and that one movement draws forth a heat in your belly. This isn’t anger. This is need.

“I know what you came here for,” he says, and it’s so casual a tone that the earlier rage comes rising up.

“I’m sure you do,” you snap, crossing your arms over your chest.

Simon says nothing. His dark eyes remain on you, unmoving and cold, yet pinning you to the spot as if you’ve been impaled by a spear.

“Are you going to apologize?”

“Why?” he asks automatically.

You scoff. “Are you fucking serious?”

“You didn’t come here for an apology.”

You uncross your arms and hold them out in front of you, bent at the elbows. “The reports—”

“The reports are fine.”

You roll your eyes and throw your hands up in the air. “There are inconsistencies everywhere. I can’t submit them as they are.”

Simon rolls his neck and then strides forward. Instinct has you stepping back, moving away, but you bump into a row of lockers. He doesn’t stop until he’s leaning over you, one large hand pressing into the metal to the side of your head.

“You’re nitpicking,” he replies.

“About lazy writing?”

“Oh, love. I assure you. I’m thorough.” At that, Simon leans in, and your hands rise instinctually, pressing against his firm chest.

Simon’s gaze doesn’t drop from your face. His entire attention is on you and that heat is back, twisting in your stomach, stirring up a slickness between your legs.

“Lieutenant,” you breathe, wanting the need between your legs to leave but also loving how close he is.

Sure, you’re pissed off but my god. The fresh scent of him is intoxicating, and you’re doing everything in your power not to lean in and lick up the droplet of water running along the side of his throat.

“Why did you come here?” He waits a beat, and when you don’t reply, Simon continues. “To argue?” He lightly pinches your bottom chin, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip, dragging it down a bit. You open your mouth involuntarily and Simon makes at sound in his throat that makes your legs weak. “To see me?” He leans in like he’s about to kiss you. “To be alone?”

“I didn’t ask for this,” you whisper.

Simon has you caged in. Pinned. The only thing separating your body and his is that towel.

“Why do you think everyone left when they did?” Simon’s thumb drops away from your lips only to press at the hollow of your throat. “It’s not because you walked in.”

“Why?” you ask, as Simon’s thumb drags lowers over your top to the space between your breasts.

“Because you’re mine. And they know it.”

“You—what?” Without anywhere to go, you can’t escape his intense stare.

“I’m staking a claim.”

“Lieutenant—”

“Simon,” he growls. “Call me Simon.”

“Simon,” you say, and he groans.

His dog tags brush against your fingers. The metal is slightly cool and damp. You curl on finger around the chain, and tug, bringing Simon’s face down to yours. If he can tease and touch, you’re going to do the same. He can’t have all the power.

Your lips brush against his through the mask, and Simon’s eyelids begin to close, revealing his gentle submission in this moment. Deepening the movement, you kiss him as if there were no barrier. This time, he truly groans, and you’d give anything to remove the barriers between you and find out what it’s like to feel him deep inside.

Fisting his dog tags in your hand, you shove him away, but only enough that there is a fraction of distance.

“Fix the fucking reports, Simon.”

Instead of kissing him again, or even touching him, you unclench your fist, releasing the dog tags. Slipping under his arm, you exit through the door and out into the gym, leaving a trail of steam in your wake.

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[sanarsi]

Private lessons

no-outbreak!instructor!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Joel gives you private horse riding lessons Warnings: +18, MDNI, age gap (reader is 36, Joel is 41), dom!Joel, unprotected PIV, playing with pussy, horse accident, wounds and blood Wordcount: 2,7k An: Oh yeah, cowboy Joel taking care of your wounds and you? The dream came true. Enjoy your meal xx Music I worked with: West Coast - Lana Del Rey

Masterlist

Sunday lessons with Joel Miller became your routine.

The desire to learn to ride a horse turned into a stubbornness that Joel had never seen before. He was honestly amazed to see how hard you tried to tame one of the most submissive horses. And he was even more amused by how you failed at even that.

Joel was usually in charge of young people, school children or young adults.

And then there was you.

The only woman over thirty who fell off a horse more times a day than she was years old. No small feat.

So yeah, Joel Miller was stuck with you.

“Loosen the reins,” he said, watching you slowly ride around the training field.

“They’re loose. Should I let go of them completely?” you growled under your breath. An hour of riding and all you’d learned was that your ass was sick of that damn saddle.

Joel smirked as the horse tried to turn to the side again. And that certainly wasn't the reason you were unconsciously tensing one hand more than the other. You stubbornly tried to put the horse back on the right track, which made the horse neigh disapprovingly.

Yeah, Joel had to admit that he enjoyed your lessons despite everything. He laughed so much it would make his stomach hurt.

"Synchronize your hip movements with her. You bounce off her like a ball," he said again, crossing his arms. You sent him a deadly look and tried to fix your mistake. You really tried.

But suddenly the horse neighed restlessly, changing speed, and you flew too far forward. You squealed, grabbing her neck, then fell flat on the ground. You groaned in pain, turning to the side and bent in half, feeling your crotch burn with pain. You hated that fucking saddle.

Joel quickly found himself by your side, kneeling down to take a closer look at you. His hands turned you onto your back, making you moan louder.

"You were supposed to synchronize your movements, not fall off of her," he commented, amused. His hand touched your temple, making you hiss in pain. "You're bleeding," he said seriously.

You barely opened one eye to look at him. He carefully examined the cut on your forehead until he finally looked into your eyes.

An eye, actually.

"How much can you see?" he asked, holding up two fingers in front of you. You frowned, looking at his hand.

"I don't know. Three?" Joel sighed heavily, and you groaned again from the pain in your head, back, crotch, and everything, actually.

After a moment, his arms were under your knees and back, lifting you up. Ignoring your moans of pain, he moved towards the exit of the training room. You curled up more in his arms as you walked through the stables, the loud neighing of the horses only worsening the pain in your head and PTSD.

Horses would be in your nightmares for the rest of your life, that’s for sure.

"I guess we'll have to go back to basics before I let you ride a horse again," he said amusedly as he walked through the clearing towards his home.

A medium-sized wooden cabin like something out of a movie. Perfectly in Joel's style.

He walked inside with you and immediately the smell of pine, wood and grain hit you. A pleasantly calming mix that sobered your mind a bit. He sat you down carefully on the sofa and you immediately fell flat feeling the pleasant softness of the leather beneath you.

"Am I dying?" you asked groaningly as Joel began rummaging through the cabinets in search of a first aid kit.

"Yeah," he nodded, pulling out more things onto the counter. "But I'll save you, don't worry," he added, returning to you with a few necessary things.

You opened one eye, looking at the table where hydrogen peroxide, a few patches, and some pills were now lying. You groaned painfully as he knelt down by the couch and examined your wound before he got to work.

You obediently lay there not moving an inch as he cleaned your wound and then carefully applied a few small plasters. You winced from the hypersensitivity as he began to clean the remnants of dried blood from your face.

"You will live," he said, handing you two painkillers and a glass of water. You propped yourself up on your elbow, taking a few sips before handing the glass back to him. Joel looked at you for a moment, worried as you winced in pain. "Does it still hurt anywhere?" he asked, to which you immediately nodded.

Bad move because your head was spinning.

You stopped, trying to calm the growing nausea.

"Where?" he said again, starting to wander your face, searching for any wounds he might have missed.

"I hit the saddle" you groaned automatically clenching your thighs. Joel immediately looked at your hips looking for potential injuries. He gently squeezed his hand on your thigh and placed the other on your stomach holding you in place so you wouldn't squirm.

"You probably bruised your pelvis. I can't see any-" he suddenly stuttered, frowning when he noticed the blood stain on your pants.

His hand moved between your thighs to look at the stain that was almost next to your intimate areas. He pinched the material next to it with his thumb, which made you hiss in pain.

"I have to take your pants off" he announced and without waiting he started unbuttoning the button and zipper of your jeans. You lifted your head to watch as he concentrated on each movement.

"You could at least buy me a drink first" you mumbled under your breath and laid your head down again staring at the ceiling.

In one confident move he pulled your pants off your hips, which made you move a little towards him.

"Easy, cowboy" you snorted surprised by his strength. Your pants landed on the floor and Joel's hands immediately pushed your thighs apart. You gasped as you felt his rough, warm hands way too close to your pussy.

"You cut your thigh," he announced after a quick look at your wound. And again without a word he got to work. You hissed as he gently cleaned your wound. His fingers gently stuck plasters to secure the cut.

And with each movement his knuckles accidentally brushed against your clit covered by the thin material of your panties.

You swallowed hard feeling how in addition to the pain you were starting to get hot and all the blood was flowing between your legs.

"Joel..."

"Almost finishing," he interrupted you frowning in concentration as he tried to perfectly secure the wound.

And his knuckles continued to irritate that damn nerve point.

Your breathing quickened as you started to feel too much pleasure from it. You moaned quietly closing your eyes and he took it as a sign of pain that he could accidentally cause.

"Sorry," he said quietly and started to be more careful with his finger movements.

“It’s okay,” you replied, trying to sound normal as his knuckles began to rub your clit slower and more sensually. The fire in your belly began to creep dangerously towards your clit, signaling an approaching orgasm. You clenched your hand on one of the sofa cushions, feeling that you only needed a few strokes to come.

But then his touch disappeared.

"I'm done," he said, satisfied, watching his work. You began to breathe heavily and blinked a few times in shock at what had just happened. "Anything else?" he asked, looking at your face. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to act normal.

"Y-yeah," your voice trembled. "My synchronization of movements ended with a battered cunt," you snorted quietly, feeling the weight in your lungs.

Breathing became exceptionally heavy as you lay before him, battered, half naked, and warmed up from the near-orgasm he had unknowingly given you.

Joel's gaze immediately dropped to your hips and panties. He was about to make some dry joke when he saw the wet stain on your panties. And it didn't escape his attention how your pussy tightened, wetting the gray material even more.

Oh fuck.

Joel glanced at your face and again at your cunt, feeling a wave of heat pass through him. The wisest thing would be to withdraw from this situation. But doubt flew through his head.

Because after all, he was only a man.

And you lay before him, wet, breathing heavily.

Oh, you were thirsty.

"Here?" he asked, slowly running his hand along the length of your cunt until his fingers touched the wet spot. You gasped loudly, feeling his large, hot hand warm your pulsating womb.

His fingers pressed against your wet hole until your panties were soaked through. Your breath hitched as his other hand settled on your stomach.

“Or here?” He ran his fingers higher to your clit and gently began to rub circles on her.

A soft moan escaped your lips, unable to respond, too drunk from his touch.

“I guess here,” he nodded with a smirk. His fingers slowly teased your throbbing clit, and he watched as your face turned from pain to pleasure. He used his other hand to hold your stomach as your hips began to push into his hand. Your soft, sweet moans filled the room, hitting his cock as it hardened in his pants.

You wanted him to give you more.

To really touch you.

To sink his fingers into you.

To feel how wet he made you.

But he just gently rubbed your clit through the material of your panties. Fucking torture.

Your head began to spin, not from the accident, but from the orgasm that was approaching like a tsunami. You knew it was coming, slowly, making itself known in every part of your body. Until it finally hit.

You arched your back with a groan and shuddered as the orgasm hit your body. Joel held your hips in place, continuing to stroke your clit. Until you began to tremble in his hand.

He took his hand away and you started to breathe heavily. Your panties were soaked from the orgasm that was still pouring out of you. You rubbed your hand over your face and slowly propped yourself up on your elbows. Your gaze immediately met his, but your attention was drawn to his hand gripping his crotch.

Oh.

He was painfully hard. And his look was enough to show how much he had to hold himself back from fucking you on the floor like an animal.

You swallowed hard and slowly sat down on the couch. You were now like predator and prey. Joel watched your every move carefully, his jaw clenched tightly.

“I feel better now,” you said uncertainly. He nodded without a word. You blinked a few times, clenching your fists on the sofa, feeling something incredibly heavy hanging between you.

But Joel couldn’t help himself.

He stood up on his feet, not taking his eyes off you for even a second. His fingers found his belt, which he began to unbuckle.

“Time for your riding lesson” he said seriously in a hoarse voice. Your mouth fell open in shock as you watched him with those gleaming eyes.

He unzipped his fly and lowered his pants a little before wrapping his hand around his hard cock that was waiting ready in his underwear.

You didn't even register the moment he sat down on the couch next to you and pulled you on top of him. You sat on him with a lost look, resting your hands on his chest.

"Relax, after-hours classes are free," he said with a smirk.

His fingers pushed your panties aside and your snot immediately flew down, staining his boxers. His gaze fell down to your pussy and he hummed in satisfaction before looking you in the eye again.

"At our age, I'd take it as quite a compliment that I've made you so wet," he said teasingly. And a moment later his lips were on yours. You immediately returned the caress and ran your hands down his neck.

Fuck, even his neck was fucking masculine.

His stubble tickled you with every movement of his lips. Your tongues quickly found each other as his fingers found your wet slit. You moaned as he began to spread wetness along your entire length.

After a moment, his hands gripped your hips, forcing you to lift them a little. You pulled away from his mouth the moment you felt his tip just before your exit.

"We'll teach you how to ride a horse properly now," he said, raising his eyebrows encouragingly. Your breath trembled and a moment later his hands forced you to impale yourself on his cock. Slowly, so you could feel every inch of him entering you.

You parted your lips and moaned loudly only when you were sitting all the way on him. Joel gasped as he felt your so damn wet cunt tighten around him. He tightened his fingers on your hips as his cock twitched inside you.

“Forward and back. As if you were rubbing against me,” he began to explain and began to guide your hips. You moaned as his cock gently moved inside you and your clit rubbed against his happy trail. “That’s right,” he whispered, panting heavily.

You tilted your head back, submitting to his strong hands that guided your every move. His cock was still deep inside you, never stopping rubbing against your sweet spot.

“Yeah,” he panted, watching your pussy grind against him. He dug his fingers deeper into your skin. "Now we'll add bumps," he said, forcing your hips to rise with each thrust.

You moaned louder, barely catching your breath as your hips made semi-circular movements, impaling yourself on his cock.

Joel moaned softly and clung to you, attacking your neck with his lips. He bit into your skin, leaving wet marks behind as his hands forced you to speed up your movements. You moaned louder and louder, tightening your fingers around his neck.

“Fuck, you ride me like a pro, baby,” he growled against your neck, impaling you harder on his cock. You nearly screamed as he drove himself into you to the very base. His breathing quickened as he forced your hips into faster but still smooth movements.

“Fuck, Joel-” you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair. His cock twitched inside you at the sound of your voice.

“Just a little more, baby. You’re doing great,” he panted, feeling your pussy squeeze him perfectly every time he hit that perfect spot.

“Yeah but I-” you stuttered, moaning. Joel looked at you and ran his tongue up your throat, finally biting your chin.

“Cum on my cock,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You collapsed into his arms as he leaned back on the couch and began thrusting into you. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as he held you in place, thrusting into you with fast and hard movements.

Your orgasm hit its peak in an instant. You gasped for air as you experienced the intense rush, clenching around his cock. Joel groaned into your ear as he felt your cream flow out of your pussy and onto his balls.

“A gallop is always captivating,” he whispered, nibbling on your earlobe before growling throatily as he came inside you.

One hard stroke.

A second hard stroke.

And a third hard stroke.

His cum began to flow from your slit as he panted like an animal against your ear. You groaned tiredly, falling into his arms with all your weight.

Joel tangled his fingers in your hair, hugging you to his chest. He tilted his head back, calming his breathing as his cunt squeezed against him, squeezing the last drops of cum out of him.

“Next lesson next Sunday,” he panted, making you laugh tiredly. He smiled to himself before placing a kiss on your head.

[besuggestion]

Your neighbor, a single mother, asks you for a favor, and in return she gives you a refreshing drink. You taste it when you get home--it's creamy and sweet, and it slides down your throat with more thickness than you expected.

That night, you have a dream about your neighbor... about her putting a collar on your neck, and forcing you to drink from her chest, which tastes exactly like the drink she gave you, before she fucks you, over and over...

You wake up, immediately noticing how wet you are between your thighs. You try to take care of it, but no matter how many times you masturbate, the hot, needy feeling inside you doesn't seem to go away. Eventually, you get up--it looks like today will just be a horny day.

As you exit your apartment, your neighbor opens her door.

"Good timing! I'm having a lot of trouble with my internet--could you take a look?"

The dream flashes in your mind. Just when you've started to calm down, you feel your crotch squeeze as your eyes drift, down to her chest.

You agree to help, and go inside.

You start looking over her router as you try to fix the problem, and she hands you a glass.

"Thank you so much. This isn't much, but I help it refreshes you."

You eagerly gulp down the drink, and you're not disappointed--it's the same creamy drink as before.

You feel it slide down your throat, and... start to feel a little funny. Like you can't really focus, and you can your heart pounding in your ears.

"You really liked that. Let me get you another one." Your neighbor says with a sweet smile, before she disappears into the kitchen, coming back with another glass of the drink--this one filled to the very brim.

Oh, god... that's a lot...

You start to wonder what it'll do to you this time, but you shove all your thoughts out of the way in order to grab the glass and start chugging the drink down.

*gulp*

Ah, your head is ringing...

*gulp*

Your body feels more sensitive, and your stomach feels hot...

*gulp*

Your head feels fuzzy, and you start breathing harder...

*gulp*

You finish the glass and gasp, panting for air as you stand there, crotch throbbing.

"What a good helper. You drank that so well," your neighbor coos, and her hands drift to your chest, starting to grab at your chest.

"Ah!" You moan. Your body is so much more sensitive than normal, and her touch sends a jolt through your body.

Your small breasts aren't normally a point of interest for many people, but your neighbor plays with them like dough, working you up more and more, until you feel like you're at your limit--

And then, your chest burns hotter, almost painfully... and starts to grow.

It grows, pressing against your shirt as your chest gets bigger, heavier, only being held by your neighbor, who continues to play with them, and squeeze them,,,

She lifts up your shirt and your tits nearly pop out. They bounce out, your nipples no longer concealed by your bra.

"How cute~" Your neighbor hums, and her hands get rougher, punching your nipples so hard that it's almost painful--but it feels good, so good, and your mind is fuzzy, only thinking naughty thoughts...

She grabs my arm, leading me to an empty bedroom, before pushing a tube into my mouth.

Liquid that tastes like her drink starts to pour into your mouth...

"Keep drinking, okay?" she says, then reaches over to grab your heavy chest, starting to play with it.

You're starting to reach your breaking point... you obediently start gulping down the liquid.

*gulp*

Your chest grows even bigger...

*gulp*

Hanging lower, now down to your crotch...

*gulp*

Your breasts heave, bigger and bigger, and you feel them slosh around every time you move... the pressure builds, and your mind can't take it, anymore...

Milk starts to leak from your chest as you keep growing, bigger, heavier...

Your neighbor attached something to your nipples, and suddenly--

You moan. It's milking you, stimulating your chest so the milk pours out, and all you can do is squirm, but the sensation is so intense it pushes you over the edge, and the milk pours out of your chest, squirting out forcefully as if you're coming.

Your neighbor gives a satisfied hum. "Good little cow." she says, giving your chest a pat, before leaving the room and closing the door, leaving you all alone...

As the machine continues to milk you, over and over...

[weareapackofstrays]

A New Kind of Love: Chapter I

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 1,958

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: This is my first fic ever to be posted and will likely not be great, but gotta start somewhere, right? I would love any feedback or thoughts (but please be nice or I might cry).

Song that was on repeat while I wrote this and thus became the title

Chapter I: Introduction Next

“Fuck, right there!” you shout as your nails dig into the hand gripping your waist.

“Like that?” Kyle, your usual drunken mistake, confirms.

“Yes! Ahhh,” you can feel your high fast-approaching. 

“God, you look so filthy like this, sweetheart! Gonna fill you up.” Your dress is pushed up to your waist while your breasts spill over the top exposing them to the cool air. Kyle admires your bare ass jiggling with each of his thrusts. 

You roll your eyes at your partner’s words and do your best to focus on your orgasm. It’s not that you hate the guy, you just couldn’t really stand him either. He was a frat boy and far from your type, but you were both drunk, horny, and he always happened to be conveniently around when you needed some attention. So fast forward to now, where you are currently shoved against the door of the upstairs bathroom of whoever’s house this was getting your guts rearranged. 

“I’m gonna come!” you announce.

“Yeah, come for me, baby! Come all over my big fat cock,” he preens as he slams into you.

“Kyle, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” He laughs while his tip kisses your sweet spot perfectly. You moan at the blissful sensation. His free hand grabs hold of your hair and yanks your head back suddenly. The unexpected force causes a groan to escape from your throat. Kyle begins to pick up the pace and gives your right ass cheek a loud smack. Just as the searing pain registers, you finally come with a gasp. He shoves your face further into the door as he works towards his own high. After a few more ruts, he empties himself into the condom and finally pulls out. 

“We gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart.” Kyle smirks as he buttons his jeans and adjusts his belt. 

You pull up your panties and face him, “This is the last time, Kyle.”

“Sure it is, babe.” He gives you a wink and an air kiss as he turns to the sink to wash his hands. Even you could hear the lack of confidence in your voice. Ignoring his comment, you fix your makeup and hair, tug at the base of your dress one last time, and exit the bathroom. The two of you descend the stairs back into the chaos of the party. The music is thumping in your skull and the five hunch punches you threw back earlier are starting to get to you. You want to leave.

Kyle leans, more like stumbles, into your side and shouts, “Hey, I’m gonna get another drink. You want one?” You instinctually cringe away from his close proximity and loud voice.  

“Sure,” you say with a nod. After Kyle disappears into the crowd, you push your way through the partygoers and find the front door. 

Finally outside, your ears take a moment to adjust to the silence. It was dead quiet outside with scarcely anyone around, save for a few people huddled together enjoying a smoke. You take a deep breath and let the cold air sting your lungs. A breeze cuts through you and you immediately regret your choice in outfit tonight. Luckily, your house was a short walk away. You step onto the paved sidewalk and can feel your legs wobble slightly. Your heels were also not the best choice for a walk. Okay, Y/n, focus, you think to yourself. Taking a few more tentative steps, you find your stride and head home.

You moved into the basement apartment of an old brick house from the 30’s at the start of the semester. The main floors above belonged to some guys who you rarely ever saw and, honestly, probably couldn’t pick them out of a crowd if your life depended on it. You had only had a few conversations with one of the guys, Jisung was his name…you think. He introduced himself a few days after you moved in while you were checking the mail on the front porch. 

-

“You must be our new neighbor,” you jump, taken aback by the sudden announcement. Turning to face the source of the voice, you see a brunette boy with round cheeks looking at you with doe eyes. He reaches his hand out to greet you. 

“Yeah…hi,” you say shyly as you take hold of his hand.

“I’m Jisung.” He flashes you a gummy smile.

“Y/n.”

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Y/n,” he says as he releases your hand.

“You too.”

“If you ever need a cup of sugar or a good weed guy-” Jisung waggles his eyebrows mischievously. “We’re just a few steps and a knock away.” He gives you a salute before going back inside the house. Well, he was adorable, you thought. You only ever saw his roommates in passing and had only exchanged a few words with Jisung since, but he was always kind to you. 

-

As you finally approach the house, you reach inside your pocketbook to grab a cigarette and lighter. Hands shaking, you repeatedly click the lighter, but it refuses to work.

“Shit,” you quietly say to yourself. You were about to give up when a figure steps out from the shadows and alights a bright flame before your eyes. After a moment of adjusting to the darkness you see a man standing beside you, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. You look at him bewildered, before you dip your head down. He holds his hand in front of you to protect the flame from the breeze. You take a drag of the cigarette and slowly exhale the smoke from the side of your mouth to avoid blowing in his face.

“Thanks.” He simply nods in response. You take a moment to look him over while he tries to light his own cigarette. He was broad, but lean with dark brown hair. He was also handsome, like super handsome. What the hell? Have you seen him around before? Surely you wouldn’t forget a face like his, right? He furrows his brows as he leans in closer to his flame. His sleeves are pushed up his forearms revealing a few large tattoos. You take note of his protruding veins and involuntarily gulp at the sight. He finally lights the cigarette and takes a puff before facing you. You peel your eyes from his toned arms to meet his. The man quietly smirks as he catches your roaming eyes. 

“I’m Lee Minho, by the way. I don’t think we ever officially met.” He gives you a lazy wave rather than a handshake. 

“Y/n,” you wave back and internally cringe at yourself. “You’re a roommate of Jisung’s?”

“Yeah, I live,” he turns around and points to the top window on the right. “Right there.”

“Nice,” was all you could think to say. You look away and take another puff of your cigarette while rubbing your temple. The consequences of tonight’s actions were swiftly starting to catch up. 

Minho stirs you from your thoughts. “I didn’t know you smoked.” You’re taken aback by his assumption. He notices your confusion and clears his throat. “I just mean I never see you out here,” he says awkwardly. “And I assume you wouldn’t in that tiny basement.”

You consider momentarily whether or not he was insulting your apartment before speaking. “I..I don’t usually. Honestly, just socially or when I’m drunk.”

He slowly raises his eyebrows as he exhales some smoke. “Are you drunk right now?” His face furrows again. You wonder if that is his natural state.

“Maybe just a smidge,” you make a pinching gesture with your fingers and lightly giggle.

His face turns serious. “You shouldn’t be walking around this late at night by yourself, especially if you’re intoxicated. Something could happen to you.” You’re amused by his interest in your safety. 

“Yes, daddy,” you say back a little too sarcastically. 

Something shifts in his eyes though you can’t quite make out his expression. You feel his eyes bore into you despite part of his face being hidden by shadow. You, on the other hand, are at a disadvantage as the beams from the street lamp illuminate your face. Minho can see the pink rapidly forming on your cheeks. Trying not to cower at his intense stare, you hold his gaze for a minute before he finally breaks the tension.

“Do you normally dress like this in the middle of November?” He gestures to your tight, short black dress.

“I was coming from a party.”

“I gathered.” You scoff at his attitude. “Still, seems a bit reckless walking around without a coat.”

“What are you? The weather police?” You stand up a bit straighter and cross your arms.

“No-” You cut him off before he can continue.

“Does the way I dress bother you?” Officially annoyed, you can feel yourself getting worked up. Maybe you are more drunk than you originally realized.

“No.” Minho’s expression remains emotionless as he can see the anger rise in you. Taking a few wobbly steps towards him, you point your finger into his chest and ignore how solid he feels beneath to continue your beration.

“I can dress however I want regardless of the weather. I can also casually smoke a cigarette or drink a few drinks whenever I want and I don’t need anyone judging my actions, let alone a man I just met 5 minutes ago.” You slightly sway as you retreat from him. Minho gently places a hand on your right shoulder to steady you. The warmth from his touch sends a shiver down your spine through to your core.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you say.” You wrinkle your nose at the pet name and he notices your disapproval. 

“Okay, princess,” you say back in a mimicking tone.

“Do I need to help you get to your apartment?”

“I’m fine,” you brush his hand off your shoulder with your own and feel your stomach flutter at the touch. You curse yourself internally for being so affected by this annoying handsome man.

“There are stairs and you’re in,” he looks down at your 4 inch heels and points. “Those.”

The audacity of this man right now. “Now he judges my choice in shoes!” You tsk and throw your hands in the air. “I can see myself all of 10 feet to my front door just fine without you. Thank you very much.” You take one last drag of your cigarette before throwing it to the ground. Your front heel presses firmly into the bud to snuff out the embers. Once out, you bend down to pick up the extinguished bud. Minho takes a moment to admire your bent figure in front of him before you stand up again. 

“Wow, a feminist and she doesn’t litter.” You walk past him ignoring his comment. “Good night, Y/n. It was nice meeting you,” he says with sarcastic cheer.

Still walking away, you lift your hand up and flip him off as you head to your door. He shakes his head laughing as he watches you arrive safely. He takes one more drag from his cigarette before turning in for the night.

Holding the knob you pause before entering. You listen for his steps as he walks up the porch to his door. You try to clandestinely peek around the corner to get one last look at him. Minho is about to twist the handle when he feels your gaze. He looks over and catches your eye. Before you can see his reaction, you quickly look away and open your door. Slamming it shut you lean against the cold metal and exhale. Your heart starts fluttering in your chest.

Fuck.

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[gunnrblze]

pls yandere keegan hcs....🙏🙏

Sorry this took so long my dear! I’ve not written yandere shit in a millennia, so if it’s corny I apologize💀 also this turned into a little drabble rather than hc’s. MDNI, 18+, dark fic

big TW below the cut: obsessed,possessive Keegan, reference to violence/murder, stalking, manipulation, reference to sexual activity (no actual sex/assault), home invasion, kidnapping, drugging, mentions of being tied up/caged. it’s dark & fucked up, that’s the warning, please heed it don’t come for me

He sees you one day, his heart melting and his cock throbbing in his jeans. You’re so pretty, so precious, and he feels something light him up from the inside out. He wanted to have you. All to himself. He figured you probably didn’t even know how lost you were, not until he stepped into the picture. He was retired from the forces now, he’d been looking for a new project anyways. This would be your rebirth, that’s the way he saw it at least when he decided to follow you home that day.

Scoping out what he’d be working with, your home, how many entrances and exits there are. The neighbors, if you have any roommates/family, pets, alarm systems, etc. To his sheer pleasure, you lived totally alone. He’d change that soon. Don’t worry, honey.

You had a couple ring cameras set up, child’s play, nothing he couldn’t get past. Not that he really cared, of course. He’d have you any way he could get. He’d just hate to have to involve anyone else with his affairs, lest he need to find a more permanent solution. Cop killer isn’t a good look, but if they sniffed around, they’d get what they’d get, he figured.

Taking you would be easy, that wasn’t a problem. He was a silent, experienced man, you hadn’t even noticed how he’d been following you home for the past week anyways. How he’d sit in his truck across the street and watch your figure move around from behind those curtains that were way too sheer. Hell, if he wasn’t planning to rehome you, he’d have to get you new ones. People could see you like that, sweetheart. People that don’t deserve you. Ones that you don’t belong to.

It didn’t matter, really, when exactly he took you, you’d be living a new life with him anyways. He’d already set up such a nice, cozy little spot for you in his basement. He’d snuck in one day while you were at work, he had to know more about you of course. And he knows your favorite color now, so all the blankets and pillows he bought just for you will suit those tastes. He knows your favorite snacks and drinks, he’ll want you to be comfortable of course, especially when you resist at first.

He made sure to memorize all your products, too. So when he helps you wash your hair, you’ll be using the right shampoo. And when he lets you bathe, you can have your favorite scent of body wash. He loves the way you smell anyhow, that scent was wafting off you when he accidentally bumped into you at the grocery store a few days ago.

All the things you enjoyed, he made sure to make a mental note of them. Music, clothes, books, games, any and everything that you filled your space with. He couldn’t believe how lovely you were. Such a beautiful soul, no? You’d be the best addition to the new home and land he’d purchased after retiring, the acres and acres of property, free of any imposing neighbors.

He’d left your home in the exact condition it was in before he broke in, of course. He’d disabled your cameras through your WiFi router, not the best home surveillance, he reckoned, but he had something much more up to the task on his property. Thank god for military training, no? You didn’t even seem to be too concerned when he watched you come home that evening and check them out yourself. Going back and forth between the app on your phone and the camera near your front door in an attempt to figure out why the connection had cut out for a couple hours.

It almost killed him to watch you get so frustrated before finally giving up, going back inside to simply fix your WiFi. He wished he could tell you that sooner rather than later, you wouldn’t have a problem in the world. He’d take them all from you, give you any and everything you need.

He was expecting a fighter, of course. From what he learned, you had an attitude, didn’t take much shit. That asshole in the mall parking lot got an earful when he almost rear ended your car last week, fucker tried to blame it on you. Thankfully he didn’t, but Keegan took care of it anyway after you left.

Had you noticed the missing man on the news was that same guy? Did you realize what he’d done for you? Nobody would ever get to speak to you like that again, sweetheart. Not when he’s around to take care of you.

He packed extra rope in his truck just for you, just in case you were a smarter cookie than you looked. You can never be too careful, always underestimate your enemy, some of the lessons he’d learned during his career seemed to apply here too. Not that you were an enemy, god no, but you’d certainly consider him one for a while. He was just thinking logically, of course.

Thankfully you still had that spare key in the planter next to your front door from when he’d checked for one the first time he went to your house. He thought it was cute, really. How you figured putting it somewhere else, rather than under the mat, was safer.

He wasn’t stupid enough to take you during the day, but he could’ve. He just figured the darkness would hide his figure more easily. It was almost pathetic, how he walked right into your house without making a sound. He knew you were in bed already, part of your night routine. He felt a little bad for turning the WiFi off again when you were in the middle of your show, but it lured you out of your bedroom, thankfully.

Although it was for the best, he understood that you were scared when he silently cupped a hand over your mouth and locked an arm around your waist from behind. So he made sure to replace his hand with the rag very quickly before you fainted in his arms.

It took him a bit longer to get you into his truck than he’d initially planned. Finally getting his hands on you, laying your limp body down on the living room floor to brush the tears off your cheeks, he almost couldn’t stand it. The sight of his sweetheart, finally in his arms, looking too peaceful for words. He wasn’t one to get distracted, certainly not during a time like this either, but he didn’t account for the time it’d take him to get himself under control.

He had to excuse himself to your bedroom for a moment to jerk his rigid dick off into a pair of your dirty panties. He’d hate to drive with a hard on of course, especially when you’d be waking up around the time he arrived home. He didn’t want to be distracted while he brought you inside, considering you’d no doubt be more combative.

And it’s a good thing he knew how to think ahead, because your wrists were already raw against the rope as he dragged you through his front door. He hated to see you cry, hated the way the gag was soaked with your tears and saliva, but he tried telling you it was okay. You didn’t listen of course, flailing like a fish in his arms as he walked down the basement steps. But he’d wait. He’d wait until the day you thank him, until the day you reciprocate his love.

Until then, you can stay shackled to the wall. Please, just don’t make him put you in the cage again. Really, there’s no need to bite, sweetheart.

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@steddiemas day 3 - Needing to be quiet | WC: 2041 | Rating: E No content warnings, full list of tags are on ao3.

With Extra Nuts

Eddie had seen Steve at work before. He knew what the stupid Scoops uniform looked like, knew about the dorky shorts and the red scarf that went around his neck, and the little goddamn hat. He knew that, when everything was put together, the employees looked more like they were ready to put on a bad play. 

He’d never seen it on Steve, though. When Eddie saw him before work he hadn’t put it on yet, and after work Steve had already changed. To see Steve wearing it would have required either a. Steve putting it on and modeling for his boyfriend (which he was not going to do, thank you very much) or b. Eddie going to the mall, and when the hell would he have had a need for that? 

Except today he had a need. Today he had a need and some free time, and he was curious. Maybe he wanted to see his always perfect boyfriend looking just a little less perfect in that stupid ass uniform, so sue him. 

Only that wasn’t how it worked out. Eddie walked in, his smile wide and his eyes gleaming, his new records hanging from his hand. And then he stopped, right there smack in the middle of Scoops Ahoy. 

Goddammit. 

How did he manage to make even the uniform fucking hot?

Steve was there, in his little sailor suit and that goofy fucking hat, with his little ice cream scoop hanging around his waist. His eyes were so wide and so pretty, his lips were so pink as he smiled at a kid across the counter. Then those caramel eyes were flicking up, catching Eddie’s gaze, and Eddie was a goner. 

He started moving again, but the teasing smile was gone from his face. He leaned across the freezer, lowered his voice. “When’s your break?” he asked. No greeting, no ‘hey, big boy,’ nothing. 

Steve looked over at the clock, showing the two moles that Eddie loved running his thumb over when they were making out. “I can take it now. Everything okay?” he asked. Eddie wasn’t sure he could answer, not when Steve was looking at him like that, licking his lips like that, pushing his hat off to run his fingers through his hair– “Yeah. Now?”

Steve whistled, gestured towards Eddie with a tilt of his head. “Can you handle the counter for twenty minutes?” he asked Robin. 

All it took was one look at the way Eddie was holding himself with his fists clenched and his eyes fixed to Steve’s lips, his own mouth parted a little, and– “Yeah, get out of here,” she said, wrinkling her nose a little. Steve tucked his hat into his apron pocket and moved to take it off. 

“Leave it on,” Eddie murmured. His fingers had moved from a fist to drum against the top of the freezer. 

Steve looked at him, really looked at him, and it clicked. He grinned and dropped the scoop onto the counter before jerking his head towards the back. “Van?”

Normally Eddie would have said yes, would have loved to have Steve spread beneath him or on top of him in the back of his van. They’d done it a lot– not that they needed to sneak or anything when Steve had the whole house to himself. Eddie just loved it, the way the rest of the world got shut out as they fucked in the little nest he’d set up back there for them. They could lay there after with the doors open, and they could just talk for hours. They’d fallen asleep like that more than once. 

Today, though, Eddie was in too big a hurry. He followed Steve through the back room, out into a back hallway. “Where does this door take us?” he asked. Steve was headed for an exit, but Eddie didn’t have time to traverse the parking lot, and other people. He needed his hands in those tight ass shorts right the fuck now. 

“It’s a storage closet– Eddie!” 

Eddie pushed the door open, dragged Steve inside and kicked the door closed behind them. It was bigger than a regular storage closet, with a frosted glass window. When he tried to flick the lightswitch there was nothing. They were alone in the dark, save for the light filtering through the glass. He dragged Steve deep into the closet, behind a tall shelf. There was a table tucked into the corner, and with a sweep of his arms Eddie had half of it cleared off.

“How are you so goddamn hot in that?” he asked. He was smiling now that they were alone and he didn’t need to keep himself composed. “Jesus Christ, I knew the uniform was bad, but…” 

“But?” Steve pressed. 

“I’ve never wanted to get my hands on you so fast in my fucking life. This thing is dangerous, baby.” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up just to dip his fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts. “This thing should be fucking illegal.” Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Steve’s hands tangled in Eddie’s hair, and then Eddie’s hands were gripping Steve’s ass and pulling him closer. 

The kiss didn’t last long, because then Eddie’s teeth were against his throat and Steve was crying out softly. “Fuck– I don’t have long–” “We’ll owe Robin,” Eddie murmured. He pulled on the chain connecting his wallet to his jeans and dug through until he had the sample lube packet he carried around. (“For emergencies,” he’d said, when Steve had found it the first time. Who was fucking laughing now? Not Steve!)

Eddie turned Steve around, bent him over the table, had his shorts down and two slick fingers against his hole in record time. 

“Jesus, Eddie–” Steve looked back at him with dark eyes. “Never seen you like this–” “Never seen you like this,” Eddie retorted. While one thick finger started working Steve open, he leaned in to nip and bite at Steve’s neck. “Gonna fuck you, honey. Fuck you so good. You look so good, you know that? Know how good your ass looks in these shorts?”

Steve could barely speak when Eddie got like this. Between the words against his ear and the finger working him over in a way that made his knees weak, it was all he could do to just whimper Eddie’s name. “That’s it,” Eddie encouraged. He rolled his hips, let Steve feel his cock through his jeans. “You fucking did that to me. Just seeing you behind the counter, looking so goddamn good, sweetheart. Like a– a fuckin’ painting or somethin.” 

A second finger breached Steve’s entrance and Steve gasped. 

“Shoulda– shoulda shown you months ago,” he panted. “Fuck, Eddie, that’s– fuck–” Eddie’s fingers curled up towards his prostate once, twice, over and over. “You’re always so loud. Someone’s gonna hear you, gonna know you’re in here getting it so good.” “Eddie–” Steve dropped his forehead to the table and whined, rolled his hips back against those long fingers, essentially fucking himself onto them. “Oh my god–” Eddie pushed Steve’s shirt up to nip at his back. “Tell me when you can take more–” “Now! Now now, I can take it,” Steve promised. “Fuck, Eddie, please–” “So greedy.” Eddie obliged, pressed a third finger inside before latching on to Steve’s shoulder blade with his teeth to suck a dark hickey there. His other hand came around to stroke Steve’s cock in time with the movement of his fingers in Steve’s ass. 

It was too much, too fast. Steve barely had time to get his apron out of the way before he was coming with a shout that he muffled by burying his teeth into his own bicep. 

Eddie’s fingers were gone, and then his cock was there, the thick head pressing past his rim. “So fucking tight, sweetheart,” he panted. He gripped Steve’s hip with his lube covered hand and buried his other hand in that head of hair. 

“Eddie–” Steve tried to drive back, to get more, but Eddie’s hold was meant to keep him from moving. Steve could get away if he wanted to, but he really didn’t fucking want to. “Just relax, I’ve got you, Stevie,” Eddie reminded him before driving forward and burying himself with one smooth stroke. Steve couldn’t help but cry out with the sudden jolt of pleasure; if not for Eddie’s hands and the table, he would’ve hit the floor. 

“Oh god, Eddie, fuck–” “You good?” Eddie breathed. “Too much?”

“No, fuck no. Just– move?” Steve urged. “Need more–” Eddie groaned and buried his face in Steve’s neck. He picked up a quick, hard rhythm. Steve’s chest was flush to the table, his hands holding on to the other side to help keep upright. 

“Yes– yes–” he encouraged with breathy little moans. “So good–” “That how you want it?” Eddie asked. “Wanna walk funny? Let everyone know– fuck– know how much you love getting fucked like this, honey?” His breath came in puffs against Steve’s ear as he kept driving his hips forward. “Yes–” Steve sobbed out. “God yes–”

“Hello?” The door creaked open, letting in a beam of light that ended just outside of where they stood. If they moved back, they would be visible. “Is someone in here?”

Eddie had stilled with his hips flush against Steve’s ass, and Steve had his mouth against his arm again to keep himself quiet. The lightswitch flicked up, down, up, back down once more before the door closed and they were left alone again. 

Mostly alone, anyway. Whoever had interrupted them was still standing outside, their outline visible in a crack between boxes on one of the higher shelves, and they were talking to someone else. Eddie could hear the low murmur of their voices, and if they could hear the strangers then…

“You have to be quiet,” Eddie whispered as he started rolling his hips again. “Gotta be quiet for me, sweetheart, or they’ll walk in and find you like this.” Steve rocked back as much as he could as the desire surged through him. He didn’t want to be caught, but knowing someone was right outside? It was as dangerous as Eddie had claimed his uniform was. 

“Want me to stop?” Eddie murmured, his hips slowing. 

Steve shook his head and drove back, impaling himself again. 

They moved together, quiet and fast, Steve’s little moans and whimpers barely concealed as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. 

He couldn’t warn Eddie when it happened, he could only shudder through it and bite his arm again to keep himself as quiet as possible– a feat made even more difficult when he could feel Eddie spilling deep into his body. 

They slumped against the table to let their breathing even out again. By the time Eddie felt like he could stand up straight the voices outside were gone. He huffed out a laugh, slipped out of Steve carefully. “Fuck. Fuck, you okay, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded as he straightened up, too. “Gonna need a new apron,” he said, grinning a little. He pulled it off, then turned to use it to clean himself up.  

“Tell ‘em I’ll pay for it.” Eddie tucked himself away, smoothed his hand through his hair. He had the patience to wait until Steve was completely dressed– sans apron– to pull him in for a kiss. It was slow, languid, less desperate than their last kisses had been. 

“You’re fuckin’ perfect, did you know that?” Eddie whispered. 

Steve pinked a little. “You keep telling me that, I’m gonna start believing it,” he said. 

“Good.” Eddie pecked his lips, his cheek, leaned down to kiss his moles. He wanted to stay here forever– the ‘here’ being Steve’s arms, not in the storage closet. They couldn’t hide in here forever, though. 

“Guess I have to get you back to work,” he said as he smoothed Steve’s hair back from his face. 

“Guess so.” Steve sighed, stole another kiss before grabbing his hat and perching it on his head. “I’ll still see you tonight, right?” “Yeah, tonight.” As they left the closet, Eddie with his bag in hand once more, he stopped and caught Steve’s sleeve between his fingers. “And Steve? Wear the uniform.” 

[crazyunsexycool]

Is it a crime?

Chapter 10

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader

Word count: 2.6k

Warning: a bit dialogue heavy, Bucky being annoying trying to get Reader’s attention 🤭, talks of a fire, gunfire, the plot is plotting, Reader is pissed at the beginning.

A/N: it took me forever to get this chapter done. It was difficult but I’m very excited for the direction this series is headed. I promise I have more to come now that this chapter is over with. Next chapter will bring the good stuff.

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“I asked you to do your damn job Roque and look at what happened? Where the fuck were you?” You ask in a rage as you wave your hand toward the burnt down store that is under our protection. “What was so fucking important that you couldn’t do your job?” 

“I was at another one of our locations when this happened. I’m sorry.”

“Well fucking fix it.” You snap.

“Yes ma’am.” Was all Roque replied before you got back into the waiting SUV.

It had been 24 hours since Pierce had given you his warning and he was starting his attack. You knew you needed to hit back. So that hydra and anyone that thought they could come for you knew you weren’t here to play games.

“Everything ok?” Pooch asked from the driver’s seat. He looked at you through the rear view mirror. 

“Just peachy. Take me to the club.”  

****

Clay was waiting for you outside of the club, a folder in his hand. When the car pulled up he opened the door for you and silently held the documents out for you to take. Pooch drove away while you walked and looked over what you had in your hand. Neither of you said a word as you moved through the empty club. It was relatively quiet except for the few people cleaning and preparing for when the club opened later on. It was only when you were in your office with Jake having joined you that you finally spoke.

“You think we can take control of this place?” You asked as you looked up at Clay. He was the one to always come up with the plans and you trusted him. 

“I wouldn’t be bringing it up if we couldn’t.”

“So you already have a plan in place?” 

He nods and smirks. 

“You’ve seen this already?” You look at Jake.

“Yup. I’ve already been working on how to take over the security system so that we can get as much time in there as possible before hydra realizes what’s going on.” 

“We’ll need back up though. We aren’t enough.” 

“What are friends for?” Clay asks, referring to Steve and the others. 

“I’ll talk to them. Let me know when you’re done with your part and we’ll coordinate the attack. The sooner the better.” 

“You got it boss.” Jake says but doesn’t get up. He looks over to Clay before looking back at you.

“What is it JJ?”

“The fire from last night… I checked the footage. It was hydra.” 

“I know it was. Roque is working on it. This is his responsibility.” 

“If you say so.” Jake mutters.

“I do, why? He was working with you first. Are you doubting him?”

“Not at all.” Clay shakes his head. “But wouldn’t he be better as an enforcer?”

“I have him just where I need him. If he doesn’t live up to my expectations I’ll move him. Is that all?” 

“Yeah, we’ll leave you to it.” Jake says as both he and Clay get up.

“Oh, one more thing.” Clay lays another folder on your desk. “That hotel that skirts the hydra territory is up for grabs and so are 3 of the 4 restaurants. I already made an offer on all of them. All you have to do is look through the contract.” 

“Thanks. I’ll get this back to you as soon as I can.” 

Clay nods and exits the office. You grab your phone and call the one person you need to talk to.

“Hey otter. How have you been?”

“Hey Steve, I need to talk to you and Sam. I’m going to need back up.”

“Making your first move on Pierce?”

“Yeah.”

“Count us in.” He says, sounding very sure of himself.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to do.”

“I don’t need to know. We’ve got your back.”

“Meet me at the club anyway. I want to go over some things.”

“You got it, see you later.” 

“Thanks.” 

You were watching the dancefloor from the second floor. Bodies moving in sync with the music. People were drinking and some were buying the drugs your people were selling. There was a line out the door that almost wrapped around the block. Overall business was good but this wasn’t enough. You couldn’t waste anymore time on trivial things, this was the time to actually hit Pierce where it hurt. 

Through the crowd you saw Steve and Sam make their way toward one of the stairs. You wanted to punch Steve when you saw that right behind him was Bucky. There was no reason for him to be here. When the trio finally stops at your side you’re glowering at them. 

“Before you say anything, I told him not to come.” Sam lifts his hands in surrender as he clears his name. 

“I’m only here to take Pierce down. It’s been a long time coming.” 

You narrow your eyes in Bucky’s direction. It was obvious he hadn’t slept in days but that shouldn’t matter to you. He has a fiancee and a baby on the way. He wasn't your problem. Steve pulls you aside to have a more private conversation.

“Look I know you’re pissed at him and I get it. But right now your focus is Pierce and you’re going to need all the help you can get. We know Pierce and his moves better than your people. So put aside your issues with Buck and let him help. He has been working nonstop to be prepared for this moment.” 

“Fine, but he’s your responsibility.” You poke his chest and turn to walk to your office. 

****

“So what’s the plan?” Bucky asked before taking a sip of his whiskey. 

You ignored the way his eyes were raking over your figure and the way he bit his lip. Instead you sat at your desk and focused on Steve. 

“I’m breaking into Pierce’s office. We know he still does most of his work on paper which means most of his files are on paper. After having the building under surveillance we’ve found the time it’s the most empty, we hit then. I want you inside with me since we know more about how hydra operates and my guys will be on perimeter security.”

“We can have the howlies in the getaway vehicles. It would be a more efficient escape if something were to happen.”

“What do you think Steve, Sam?” You ignore Bucky’s statement. 

Sam and Steve give each other an amused look. 

“I think it’s a good idea. We can have the howlies in getaway cars just in case something happens.” Steve says.

“If you trust them then sure that works.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“When do you want to do this?”

“Tomorrow night.” 

“Tomorrow night it is.” Sam nods in approval.

Steve and Sam get up to leave but Bucky stays in his seat. 

“You’re forgetting something.” You tell them and wave in Bucky’s general direction. 

“Ouch,” Bucky clutches his chest. “You wound me, Bug.” 

“I’m tolerating your presence for the sake of taking down Pierce. Don’t push it.” You stare daggers at him. 

“Let’s go Buck.” Steve moves to pull Bucky with him. 

“I have very important information that I have to discuss in private.” 

“Fine, tell Steve and Steve will tell me. You can go.” 

“I feel like I’m at the principal’s office.” 

“Steve, please.” You looked up at your friend and silently begged him to deal with Bucky. Which he did happily because he was getting on everyone’s nerves. 

You sagged back into your chair once they were gone. While it’s better to have people you trust help, you couldn’t help and worry that Bucky would be a distraction. With a sigh you got back to work going over some more contracts and your plan one last time.

It was the middle of the night. You stood in an alley, the shadows hiding you from streetlights as you stared at the office building ahead of you. A cloud of smoke invades the air starting from behind you and you can’t help but turn around and snatch the cigarette out from between Bucky’s lips. 

“Will you stop being an ass? This is serious.” You snap at him.

“I’m being serious.”

“James, you’re being annoying and I know you’re doing it to get a reaction out of me but this,” You point to the building behind you. “Is important to me and if you actually care about me you’ll stop trying to distract me. Can we put aside this bullshit between us? I don’t care about that right now, we need to focus.” 

Bucky takes a deep breath and nods. “You’re right.”  He steps into your personal space and he takes it as a good sign that you don’t immediately pull away from him. “I’ve got your back no matter what. We’ll finish this together. But when this is over I’ll make things right between us because I just got you  back. I’m never letting you go again, no matter what it takes.” 

There was a fire in his eyes that was fueled by determination that had a shiver running down your spine. You’d heard that tone before and once he’s used it there was no way to persuade him to do anything other than what he’d just say he’d do. 

You turn back around and wait for Jake’s signal. After a few more minutes you get the go ahead. Bucky goes before you. He was quick and silent on his feet. You follow close behind. The door was already unlocked for you by Jake. Inside you see Sam, and Steve at the other end of the hallway. 

“We have to be quick.” You whisper to Bucky. “Pierce’s office is upstairs. Sam and Steve are going to Rumlow’s office.”

Bucky gives a quick nod and heads to the stairwell. He opens the door and lets you walk through first. You both ascend quickly, keeping in mind that you could be caught at any minute. When you both finally get to the floor where Pierce’s office is you take a moment to catch your breath. With your hand on your gun you open the door and take a look down the hallway. You nod to Bucky and he moves in first, his gun in his hand ready to use if needed. 

“Come on, we’re running out of time here.” He mutters as his steps quicken. 

****

In Pierce’s office you and Bucky both search through his bookshelves, filing cabinets and desk. With expert precision you pick the lock of every drawer. Jake had give each of you a small handheld scanner so that you could make a digital copy of the documents you needed. 

“You got everything?” Bucky asks in a whisper. 

“Almost. I know he always keeps a fake bottom in his desks. Give me a second.” 

You search through his desk drawers, carefully putting everything back in its place. 

“C’mon, c’mon. I know there has to be one in here.” You mutter to yourself. 

“We have to move.” 

You ignore Bucky as you check the last drawer. The panel gave way easily. 

“Yes. I found it.” 

You pull up the slim piece of wood and look through the documents. Way down at the bottom a file catches your eye. You bypass everything else and pull it out. It’s pretty thick and when you give the first page a glance you find your parents' names on it. 

“Hey, hurry the fuck up.” Bucky snaps and you glare at him from behind the desk. 

As quickly and carefully as you can you place everything back in the drawer. You tuck the file into your jacket and head towards the door. From the slightly distant look in your eyes Bucky knows something’s wrong. 

“What did you find?” 

“I don’t know yet. But let’s get out of here.” You move to open the door but Bucky pulls you into his chest. 

“Guards.” He whispers in your ear. 

Bucky keeps a firm grip around your waist and you know he’s relishing having you so close. You can feel his chest pressed up against your back, his mouth on the shell of your ear. 

“You and I need to talk.” He whispers.

“I have nothing to talk about with you.” 

Bucky spins you around and pushes you against the wall, caging you in his arms. 

“You may have nothing to say to me but I do. So you can just sit there and listen. I’m not going to lose you again Y/N. I’m going to figure out what little game Dot is playing at and I’m going to fix it.” 

You don’t look at him and just give a little noncommittal hum. 

“Dammit, why do you have to be so stubborn.” Bucky whisper yells. “What do I have to do for you to believe me?” 

“Maybe give me some fucking time. You’ve been doing nothing but invading my space since your fiancé announced your little bundle of joy.”  

Bucky sighs and pulls back. You turn and check the hallway then slip out of the office and head toward the stairs. As quickly and quietly as you walked in, you leave. It wasn’t until you were at the door that you heard shuffling behind you. 

“Hey, don’t move.” You heard the guard’s rushed footsteps as he headed towards you. 

Bucky pushes you out the door and you hear a gunshot. Panic grips you but a second later he strolls out. A car pulls up and Bucky opens the door and rushes you into it before sliding in beside you. He tells whoever’s driving where to go and you just sit there. Your phone rings a few seconds into the drive.

“Everything ok? I heard a gunshot.” Jake asks.

“Yeah, we’re good. Did everyone else make it out?” 

“Yeah. I’m sending the team in to take care of the body, everything should be fine.” 

“Thanks JJ.” 

“You got it boss. I’ll send you all of the information once I’ve sorted through it.” 

“Good. I’ll see you later.” You say before hanging up.

“What did you find?” 

“I’m not sure yet.” You murmur as you pull out the file from where you had tucked it. “I feel like I’m not going to like it.” 

Bucky leans in to try and see what was written in the documents but you closed it before he could see anything.

“Really? Can’t trust me with whatever’s in there?” 

“It has nothing to do with you. When and if I feel like it I’ll share what I found.” You turn to look at him expecting him to object. “Space, remember.”

“Ok. Whatever you say.” 

You sat in your office alone after you had a meeting with Sam, Steve and your team. It was agreed upon that you would wait for Jake to finish sorting through everything before getting together and figuring out next steps. The file you had found on your parents sat on your desk. You toyed with the cover before finally opening it again. There was a pit forming in your stomach, you just knew you wouldn’t like what you’d find between those pages. The phone rings, starling you out of your del thoughts. 

“Hello.” 

“Boss.”

“Roque, I’m glad to be hearing from you.” You say as you lean back into your chair. 

****

“Yeah, about earlier. It’s done.” Roque informs you.

“Good. I knew I could count on you and I’m sorry for snapping at you the way I did.” 

“Don’t worry about it. Talk to you later princess.” Roque says and hangs up before walking back into the bar he had stumbled upon. 

“So do we have a deal?” 

“I want thirty percent of what we take if I’m going to do this.” 

“Thirty? Are you insane?” 

“I’m the one risking my life here. If she finds out I’m as good as dead.” Roque argues back. 

“Fine, you can get thirty. Welcome to Hydra.” Rumlow holds out his hand, smiling when Roque takes it. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

“No, the pleasure's all mine.” Roque smiles as he picks up his drink.

Ch. 11

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Message (Fifth Part to Need A Hero)

Summary: (Y/N) and Kronu are living peacefully together, teaching and learning from each other, until he receives a message from his people.

(The reader's age is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Kronu is the name of the yautja.)

Italics are their thoughts.

Kiande amedha - Hard skin (referring to xenomorph)

Jesus, (Y/N) thought looking at his face. I can never get fully used to that.

It’s been a few weeks, almost a month, since Kronu started living in the house with (Y/N), and it was surprisingly pleasant. Both parties thought it would be awkward and uncomfortable at first, but they surprisingly found a sort of routine with each other very quickly. 

Like currently, (Y/N) had just got through brushing her teeth and was now cooking herself breakfast, when Kronu suddenly passed through the kitchen to see what she was cooking. A few pancakes and some bacon was the breakfast that she chose to eat before going to work and she quickly moved slightly to the side so he could see what it was. She quickly learned that while he was able to eat fruits and vegetables like humans, his species didn’t care for cooked meats and preferred their meat to be raw, so now every time she’s cooking something that involves meat, she makes sure to leave some raw on the side for him.

Next to the stove, on the counter sat a tray full of raw, uncooked bacon strips. Looking over her shoulder, she looked up at his face, trying to hide her shock and fear at the sight of his crab-like appearance, and moved more to the side as he reached for a couple of strips.

"You're going out again," she slowly asked, making the gestures as best as she could while trying to focus on cooking the food.

It took him a minute to figure out what she said and to respond. "Y-es. Shi-," he answered, trying to say “ship.”

While living together, she decided to try to teach him some human words, their meanings, and their pronunciations. He was able to pick up on them and their meanings very easily. It was the pronunciation that he had an issue with. Certain words that began with the letters b, f, m, p, v, and w were too hard to pronounce due to his lack of lips. He tried to teach her his language, but most of it sounded only like growls and grunts. Her human physiology forbid her from being able to make any of the sounds, but she made up for this short come by learning how to read and write in his language.

"Be careful," (Y/N) warned him, turning around fully, to show how serious she was. "Don't be gone too long...We have a movie, remember?"

Instead of saying it this time, he nodded his head. He gave her a soft pat on the top of her head, before throwing his head back and dropping the bacon strips into his mouth.

Seeing him eat was another thing that she knew she would never get used to. Watching his mandibles and the tusks at the end of them help push the food into his strange mouth fascinated her and made her feel weird and she quickly turned back around to the stove, to finish cooking.

The sound of his loud footsteps leaving the kitchen and exiting out of the front door echoed in the house before she let out a sigh.

"Roommates with a fucking alien," she mumbled to herself, fixing herself a plate of bacon and pancakes. "Never getting used to it."

~

Kronu let a low grunt as he finished fixing another part of the ship. Since he decided to stay with her and protect her, he thought it would be good to fix any broken or malfunctioning parts around his ship that he never had time to do before.

Looking up to the sky, he noticed its usual light blue slowly getting darker and wondered if there was a storm coming soon. His senses usually can pick up on those type of things in the air, but lately his mind has been preoccupied with (Y/N). 

Her strange presence, the human noises she makes, the weird habits she has, they all fascinated him. He knew his presence, his noises, and habits fascinates her as well. This fascination has on occasion lead him to thinking about something that he never thought he would: taking her home. It was something that he’d been considering since the night he entered her home to live with her. This fascination was something he was not familiar with. When hunting on other planets, plenty of times, he saw or heard a plant or creature that fascinated him and his clan siblings greatly, but this one was different. He couldn’t understand why this fascination was so hard to get over and so strong and why it was mainly on her.

Chirp, chirp, the sound of a bug that he began getting familiar with sounded off near him, signaling it was getting close to night fall, and he began putting his tools back where they were. She’ll be going back home soon, he thought, walking around the interior of the control room, looking for anything out of place. He wanted to get back as soon as he can, not wanting to worry his little ooman roommate.

Beep, beep, beep, the noise stopped him, and he looked around to see where it was coming from.

Beep, beep, beep, the beeping was coming from a large screen hanging above the pilot seat and the controls. The screen was used to talk to the elders and his fellow clan members when out on hunts. It had been a while since he came to look at it. The last time it was used was when he informed his elders of his accomplished mission, purposely omitting information about (Y/N). That was weeks, almost a month ago now. He thought he had made a lie believable enough to them, but apparently he hadn't. He walked over and pressed a button next to the pilot wheel and turned on the screen. The first thing that showed up was a box asking for a password with a keyboard underneath it, the yautja alphabet glowing green in each letter box. Typing the password in, he waited as the screen showed a loading icon. When the loading ended, the image of his last sent message to the elders appeared at the top of the screen. Quickly looking over it, he found that the clan members had contacted him recently. Tapping on the unopened message, he saw that the message was sent just yesterday.

Yesterday, he remembered, I was helping the ooman with cleaning her home. He remembered (Y/N) complaining about how his large feet was bringing in dirt from outside constantly and she decided that she wanted to make the place, in her words, "as spotless as it can be." He remembered the phrase confused him, but he decided that since the amount of mess and dirt was his fault that he would forget about fixing more parts of his ship and instead help her out.

"Hunter Kronu, planet Etov has been showing reports of activity similar to the kiande amedha. You are to be expected to investigate it along with other clan members."

A sad, very human-like sigh left his mouth before he realized it. What do I tell them? He wondered. It felt strange lying to the elders like this, but it felt even more strange being without (Y/N). He didn't understand how one little ooman could make him feel this way and drive him to do this sort of thing.

"I must make sure no more kiande amedha are on this planet," he typed in. "I will need to stay longer." Pressing send, he took a step back and looked at the screen, waiting.

What is this, he wondered, suddenly having a strange feeling in his stomach. It spread from his stomach up to his chest. His heart was beating faster, but it felt strange. He was used to the feeling of his heart beating fast from his hunts, but this time it was combined with an uncomfortable sensation. Nervous, he realized. I'm nervous. What honorable Yautja feels nervous. About to chastise himself for experiencing this new feeling, another set of beeps stopped him and looked to the new message from his elders.

"No more kiande amedha has been picked up from Earth. Go to planet Etov and help your clan members."

Another even sadder sigh left him at the message. He knew just by the wording, that the elders would not listen to any more excuses from him.

I must leave, he realized, not wanting to accept it.

~

He was invisible, sneaking through the many backyards of her neighborhood when he heard the sound of her in the house. He had also heard the slow drive of the familiar black van parking in the usual spot outside her house. Any other night, he would have stopped and listened to it, trying to discern any threats that would be made toward his ooman, but his mind was too preoccupied. 

Still invisible, he opened her back door and entered, listening to the soft sound of her footsteps coming from the kitchen. Judging by the sound, he could pick up a bit of excitement in her steps.

Closing the door, he turned off his invisibility and took off his helmet, then walked to the kitchen. He found her in front of the microwave, placing a bag of popcorn inside and starting it, already in pajamas.

“Hey,” she greeted him, excitement in her eyes as she looked up at him. “Do you wanna try to eat some popcorn? It’s really good to humans-”

“ ‘E,” he interrupted her, attempting to say the word ‘me’ without lips.

“ ‘Ust,” he tried to say.

“L-eave,” he pointed up at the ceiling.

It took her a second to figure out what he meant and when she finally did, she could feel the air suddenly leave her lungs for a second. “Leave? Like go home?”

“I ‘ust...go..hunt.”

“Hunt?” she repeated. She remembered he had explained to her that his species loved to hunt.

He nodded solemnly, hating the thought of having to leave her.

“Maybe...I can go with you?”

He wanted to nod, but he didn’t want to lie to her. The whole way there he kept thinking about bringing her with him, teaching her how to hunt and kill like a yautja, how to live honorably among his people, more honorable than her human life on Earth. But he knew that that would be dangerous to attempt. He’s heard of some clans accepting humans into their society, but he’s never seen any in his. He also knew hunting with her would be dangerous. He would have the choice to take her with him when hunting a creature or leaving her with his ship, and he didn’t like either. Even though she was able to handle herself with the xenomorph, he knew she wasn’t ready to try to hunt any creatures yet. The xenomorph she had killed was barely an adult and she had struggled against it greatly. It would probably take years for her to be decent enough to go through her first hunt alone. He couldn’t leave her by herself in his ship on his hunts either. His hunts sometimes took weeks and weeks, and he would end up leaving her alone constantly. 

“Can I?” she asked again, noticing his silence, and not liking it. “I’ll listen to everything you say and try my hardest to keep up with you?”

He shook his head, feeling his heart, for the first time, break at the sight of disappointment in her eyes. 

She was silent for a moment. Her face showing that she was deeply contemplating something. Another ooman habit of hers revealed itself while she did this. She began nibbling at her bottom lip distractedly, and his heart somehow broke even more at the sight and the fact that soon he wouldn’t be able to see it again.��

The sound of the microwave going off stopped her nibbling and suddenly a look of hopefulness was upon her face. 

“When do you have to leave? Tonight?”

He shook his head, not knowing how to tell her that he had to leave as soon as he could. 

“You want to spend your last night on Earth watching a movie with me? You can't leave this planet without watching an Earth classic.”

He quickly nodded, not caring if the elders won’t like him leaving right away. He wanted to enjoy tonight with his little ooman.

The smile that appeared on her face made his broken heart seal itself back together and he made sure to always keep this happy image of her in his head on hunts. 

“I’ll get the popcorn. You go to the living room and get ready to watch this classic.”

The two decided not to worry about him leaving for now, instead wanting the last few days, hours, or minutes of his stay to be spent together. She had planned on teaching him more human things on Earth as long as he stayed, but now she’s going to try to teach as much as she can in the small time they have. 

Sitting on the couch, he listened to her moving around in the kitchen, following her footsteps to the microwave, her cabinet, before hearing them walk back to the kitchen. 

“Here it is,” She announced entering the living the room, holding a big bowl of popcorn. She’s seen him eat plenty of times to know that his species definitely eats their weight in food. Sitting down next to him, she placed the bowl on her lap and picked up the remote to start the movie. Picking up the bowl, she leaned back and snuggled into Kronu’s side, sighing at his natural body warmth. Usually when watching a movie in the living room, she would have a blanket wrapped around her, but since she found out how warm his body is by accident one night, she been snuggling into him as replacement, not really sure if he minds it or not, but taking his silence as a yes. 

Kronu tried his hardest to not show how her closeness made him excited and he desperately wanted to bring her closer to him. Looking at the TV screen, he tilted his head, trying to read the title of the movie they were watching.

“What..is..E...T?”

“It means...”she looked up at him and pointed to his chest. “Extra...Terrestrial. You. Alien.”

“ ‘e?” he asked.

Nodding her head, she tried to not giggle at his confusion and explained. “Humans have ...different...theories..or ideas about what an alien looks like. E.T. is the alien’s name in the movie.”

“ ‘ill-,” he tried to say “Will.” “-I look like E. T.?”

She shook her head no. “You look better than him.”

He said no more after that, now putting his focus on the movie and waiting to see E.T.

That night they both no longer felt the initial fear of him leaving and only felt each other’s comforting presence. Kronu was right. (Y/N) did indeed distract him and make him focus less on his senses when she was around. If she hadn’t been there, making him happy and relaxed, he would have heard the agents in the van outside talk to each other, making their plan to ambush their home and grab them both as soon as they can.

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Hi can you write a harriet the maze runner x fem reader please maybe with an idea of (your the only girl in group A and then a wall opens and group A and group B gets connected and then you start a relation ship with harriet) that was just a suggestion you can write about anything love its okay if not and definitely don't feel pressured to make one xx💕💕😘😊💗❤️

AN: GUESS WHOS BACK! After a few months and my birthday I have returned. Hope you like this story Anonymous and I did decide to change a few things about the plot but I hope you still enjoy and sorry for the delay

Shot || Harriet x Fem!Reader

•Warning’s• blood, guns, gunshot wound (not fatal), the flare, slight swearing, probably incorrect medical information, part where reader is in bra but it’s not descriptive, angst if you squint, not edited or proof read •Summary• After escaping the maze and the scorch you find yourself getting shot and falling for Harriet while she patches up your injury

You had just escaped WCKED and again now setting off with Jorge, Brenda, Aris and what was left of the gladers on a mission to find the right arm and to get to the safe haven.

‘We’re so close’ you thought as you got out of the car that had gotten you almost the entire way. The road was blocked by a bunch of abandoned cars several of them had been trashed

‘probably from when this all started and people were looking for supplies or ways to get out’. The thought came to you as you looked through a cracked window of an old truck.

First you heard it. It was loud and clearly a gunshot then suddenly felt a hot pinch in your arm. You felt yourself being pulled to the ground in your daze you turned around seeing Frypan looking at you concerned.

“Keep pressure on your arm” he said as he moved your un-injured arm so the you could replace his hand on your wound.

Everything happened so fast and the next thing you know your being pulled up from the ground by someone you definitely didn’t know.

She was wearing a mask and had a rifle. But she had dark brown eyes. Brown almost black hair that she had styled in twist and she had tanned skin even though you couldn’t see her face you felt like you could trust her.

After a very confusing interaction between Aris a girl named Sonya and the girl who pulled you off the ground who you learnt to be called Harriet. They agreed to take you to the Right arm.

Along the way you found yourself walking next Harriet. “How’s your arm” She questions.

“It’s okay I guess for being shot.. Hurts like hell though” you say as you lift your hand off of the injury to look at it but quickly placing it back and applying more pressure as blood starts to leak out again.

“When we arrive we can get it looked at and bandaged up.” She said looking at you then quickly looking straight again.

“Yeah that sounds good” you say. The rest of the trip was silent.

[Time Skip]

You were sitting in the med tent when Harriet entered.

“Docs busy with your friend but luckily for you I know how to fix up a gun injury.. Do you need help to remove your shirt?” she says as she lets out a breathy laugh. You just nod as she carefully removes your shirt leaving you in your bra. She then sits down on a stool using a cloth to clean around the wound.

“This is going to hurt” she says while holding a pair of tweezers so they were just hovering over the hole using her other hand to stretch out the skin. Then carefully she pulls out the bullet.

“Fuck” you mumble squeezing your eyes closed. Harriet them starts to bandage the wound on your upper arm.

“Wait here I’ll go get you a clean shirt.” She says before exiting the tent. She returns a few minutes later with a cream colored long sleeve shirt. “Here” she says holding it out to you.

“would you mind helping me?” You say looking up at her from this angle you could see just how beautiful she is, how her skin glows as she nods and how her hair falls in her face as she leans over you to help you pull the shirt on.

Her touch is warm and as she stands up you find yourself missing her warmth you both stare into each others eyes until the silence is broken.

“Dinners ready” you look over to the door of the tent to see Aris standing there looking at you both confused.

Harriet helps you stand up and guide you to a small log next to a campfire she tells you to sit before walking off and returning a few minutes later with two bowls of hot soup.

She hands you one and then sit’s down next to you and you both talk for hours. Then suddenly you hear a loud buzzing then you see a beam of light and feel a gush of wind.

Harriet acts fast grabbing her rifle then your hand and pulling you behind her as she yells out orders left and right.

You’re suddenly behind a car and all you can hear is gunshots, explosions and yelling. You cover your ears curling your knees up to your chest hiding your face in them.

Not even a minute later you feel yourself get violently yanked from the ground and then you feel it. A gun placed at your temple.

“Put your weapon down or else she dies!” The soldier yells. You start shaking your head left and right tears welling in your eyes as the barrel of the gun get pushed even closer to your temple forcing you to move your head on a diagonal so that your left ear is almost at your shoulder.

Harriet looks into your eyes before throwing her gun to the floor not even two seconds later she is being grabbed and pulled to a line up you not too far behind.

Your head gets pushed forwards and then the soldier calls out “A45” and then moves onto the next one.

You flinch when you feel something grab your hand but quickly relax when you look over and see Harriet holding onto your hand.

“It’s going to be okay.. I won’t let them hurt you” she whispers so that only you and her could hear.

[Time Skip]

After everything happened and the WCKED soldiers left taking almost half of what was left of the right arm you curled up next Harriet as she rested up against a large rock.

Your head rested on her shoulder and her arms wrapped around your waist in a protective manner as if she was scared that if she let go you would end up in the hands of WCKED just like Sonya and Aris. So that night you fell asleep in the arms of Harriet where you felt safe.

The End

[puckpocketed]

somethign must be said about LA Kings media converging like deep sea creatures in the whale fall of yet another first round exit. big beautiful thinktank of kingstwt opinions and a pinch of analytics how I adore uou <3 it’s the tortured millennial (gasp!), the sarcasm in italics, the 5 stages of grief as we’re taken through the author’s dawning realisation that bobbert blake was never going to play Clarkie <3

and the date is May 4th 2024 !!! butter churning cottagecore playoffs goon Andreas Englund can’t shake the leg weight allegations !!!

death, taxes, and everyone going to war for our handful of dynamic baby forwards in the AHL (stares at Grundy fighting for his LIFE in game 5 to get ice time while they double shifted QB who was SICK at the time <3) incredible to see this on a published article and not, say, a 15 tweet thread from user Clarke for Norris !

NB: you think your NHL team is risk-averse? you think they’re stagnating ? the la kings sat on their hands during the trade deadline . the la kings are playing a system that is 10 years out of date. they were on the doorstep of elimination with back to back games where they failed to score — and still they wouldn’t call up any of their most creative prospects who’ve shown their ability to produce on the big stage <3 we are all mad about it. rob blake and jim hiller are beefing with us in the most ancient hockey language of them all: REFUSING TO PLAY OUR SPECIAL GUYS

and a bold move here to split from the pack and join the Pierre-Luc Dubois defenders — give the man a medal, Stolly <3 obsessed. obsessed (The Narratives are LYING to you Joe!!! STEP INTO THE LIGHT)

after a season of “is he engaged” check-ins during games (beloved passtime btw. i LOVE 2 hear how engaged people think PLD is after 2-3 shifts) we’re finally basing some of our takes on stats rather than vibes . ough they ate sO many rare candies theyre evolving their opinions LETS FUCKING GOOOO !!!! have we witnessed the induction of a new member into the She Can Fix Herself squad ? only time will tell <3

[justmeinadaze]

Date Night (Surprise!) Steve X Reader

Warnings: Smitten Steve, Wonderful, Proud Wife. Smut for sure. Cameo from Steve's dad.

Word Count: 2140

Steve loses his balance as he crashes in through the apartment’s front door. “Shit! Fucking hell. They need to come fix that.” Steve mutters to himself. The door had been getting stuck so occasionally you guys had to push into it with a little force. The apartment you shared wasn’t glamourous but it worked for you both. A few months after you two got married, Steve left his job at his dad’s business to work for a marketing firm downtown so he wasn’t making the same money he was before. Currently, his office was the mail room but he knew if he worked hard, he’d make his way up the ladder.

“Steven”, Mr. Harrington reaches around his shoulder pulling him in so only his son could hear. “Look, you’re a married man now. You have a wife to take care of. Now is not the time to be chasing silly dreams. Come back to the office. Your job is still there.”

Steve shimmied out of his father’s embrace. “Yeah, thanks for the support, Dad but I think my wife and I will be ok.”

“Will she be ok living in a dump till you decide to get your life together!?”

“She will.” You voice comes up from behind Steve as you plant yourself firmly by his side. “She has faith in her husband and I know he can achieve whatever he sets his mind to.” You glare at his father as you add, “But thanks for your concern.”

Steve’s dad huffs as he turns to make his way through the party guests. Steve’s arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder as you in turn wrap your arms around his waist looking up at him admiringly. 

“Will you marry me?”

You smile, leaning on your tip toes to give him a kiss. “I already did! There was a ceremony and everything. You should have been there.” His teeth flash as he laughs at you, kissing the tip of your nose. “Steve, you know I don’t care right? As long as we’re together I don’t care where we are.” His hand moves down your back rubbing it comfortingly.

“I know, babe. I know.”

It takes him awhile before he actually makes note of his surroundings. The apartment lights are dimmed and there are candles spread out on the dining room table. The scent coming from the kitchen smells delicious. There’s soft music playing on the record player from the living room. 

“Uh, Honey? I think we were robbed by nice people!”

“Steve Harrington, what the hell are you talking about.” You reply with giggle as you make your exit from the bedroom down the hall. Steve’s jaw drops as the papers he was holding slips from his grasp. You’re wearing this beautiful red silk dress that’s hugging your curves just right. Your hair was flowing down over your shoulders just the way you know Steve liked. On your feet were shimmering red heels with a strap that wrapped around your ankles. 

“Did…what…am…” Steve stammers out trying to form words. “Am I dying?”

You laugh at him as you coyly bite your bottom lip. “No, you goofball. I just know you’ve been working really hard at the firm and you had your interview today to move up so I wanted to surprise you. Show you how proud I am of you.”

He’s still frozen by the door staring at you. You glide over to him, reaching for his hand, and guide him over to a chair at the kitchen table. Leaning over him you pull off his suit jacket and place it delicately on the chair behind him. You head for the kitchen, coming back with a big dish of pasta you know is Steve’s favorite. 

“Baby”, he sighs in disbelief, “You really didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You reach for the bottle of wine and hand it to him so he can pop it open. You lean at the same time he does to take it from you. “Honey, it’s ok for someone to be proud of you.” He reaches up and places two fingers under your chin guiding you to his lips. 

“I don’t deserve you.” He says as he uncorks the wine. He pours himself a glass but as he reaches over to pour you one you cover the top with your hand. 

“No. None for me tonight. I’m ok with water.”

You both talk about his day as you two devour the dinner you made him. His eyes light up when he tells you about his interview and how his boss complimented his ideas. Steve was always so handsome to you like this. Well, he was handsome all the time, but something about the way he gets so animated when he’s excited just makes those butterflies come back in your stomach. 

Suddenly, the home phone rings loudly through the apartment. Steve’s head turns to make eye contact with you knowingly. You push his arm with your hand.

“Answer it!”

He makes his way towards the counter and you get up to follow close behind. You place your palms together in a praying motion as he lets out one last nervous sigh and answers the phone.

“Hello? Yes Mr. Wellington, thank you for getting back to me.”

You dance on your toes nervously as you watch his face for any signs of good or bad news. 

“No. No, not a problem. I appreciate the opportunity. Ok. Bye.” He responds with a flat tone as he hangs up the phone.  He hovers there for a few minutes making you worry. 

“Steve?”

His eyes flick towards yours as a slow smile creeps across his face. “I got it.”

“Oh my god!” you shout as you dive into his arms wrapping your own around his neck. He picks you up, twirling you around. “What did he say? When do you start?”

He delicately places you back on your feet as he runs his fingers excitedly through his hair. “Um, yeah, he said he really likes my attitude and style. I move out of the mail room Monday.”

“Oh, baby, I’m so happy for you. Now,” you reach for his hand pulling him towards the bedroom. “I can give you your other 2 surprises.”

“Oh, Y/N”, he responds exaggeratedly, placing his free hand on his chest. “I don’t know if I can handle any more surprises.”

“Oh, come on, old man. I believe in you.” He lets out a chuckle as he lets you tug him all the way to the bed you guys share. “Can you do me a favor and unzip this for me?” You turn your back to him and motion towards the zipper on the back of your dress. Steve reaches up and pulls it down to the middle of your back. “Thank you. Now, sit here, and close your eyes.”

He immediately does what he’s told. Steve listens intently as he hears you shuffle around the room. It isn’t long before he hears your soft seductive voice speak to him again. 

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.”

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open. You replaced the dress you were wearing with maroon lingerie. The lacy nightie was completely see through and flowed down just barely near the top of your thighs. Underneath was a pair of panties that covered you just so. Your heels were still wrapped around your feet. Steve eyes widened as he drank you in. His silence and lack of movement scared you bit making you think maybe he didn’t like it. You start rambling with a low shy tone.

“I saw you looking at it when we were at the mall. I, uh, set aside some money and –” You are interrupt by the pull of your husband’s hands on your waist as he tugs you towards him. His hands slide up your sides and around your back. He gently turns you around to look at everything.

“You’re so…beautiful.” You feel his palms move to your ass as he lightly pushes you forward till you fall on top of him. As your legs straddle his hips, you can feel his bulge straining against his pants. His hands continue to roam the material of the nightie as you start to grind against him. He lets out a soft moan, leaning his head forward to suck on your breasts through the lace. You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer as you let out a small gasp of pleasure when you feel his teeth tenderly pull at your nipple. You tug on his hair to bring his head up so you can kiss his lips. He lets out groan as he feels you slide to the floor at the edge of the bed. 

You undo his belt and unzip his slacks, springing his cock free. Leaning forward, you slowly take him into your mouth. You hear him grunt above you as you feel his heads pull your hair back into a ponytail so he can look at you. You grip his thighs for leverage as you take him all the down to the back of your throat making you gag. 

Steve quietly mutters a “fuck” as you start to move at a faster pace smearing your spit along his shaft. He can’t take it anymore. You feel him lean forward and pull you off him. He kisses you roughly before placing you next to him on your stomach as he rolls on top of you. The metal of the belt is a cold contrast between his fully clothed body making you shiver. 

His hands travel up your body with him as he places kiss on every part of your skin he passes. He brushes your hair to one side, resting his chin on your shoulder as he reaches to hold your hand. He uses his other hand to tease your entrance with his tip. 

“Tell me you want me.” Steve whispers his husky tone in your ear. 

You turn your head slightly to meet his gaze. “Please, Steve. I want you. I want to feel you.”

He pushes himself inside of you with one thrust making you both moan. The hand that was holding himself comes up to grab your other hand. You prop up on your elbows as he kisses your back and neck. You head leans into the mattress as you try to stifle the moans falling from your lips as he sets a brutal, almost animalistic pace. You feel his warm breath as he leans his face into your neck, his lips brushing your ear. The sound of his voice and pleasure making you clench around him. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. I want to feel you cum. I love you. I’m so glad you’re mine. Cum for me, baby.”

The coil inside your belly snaps as you cum hard, reaching your hand around you to pull him towards you, giving him a sloppy kiss. His tongue invades your mouth as slows his pace focusing on his own high. The sound of his hips slapping against you echoes as he delivers a few more hard thrusts until you feel the warmth of his cum spilling inside you. 

As he slowly pulls out of you, he rolls on to his side bringing you with him. You can feel his chest moving quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He lets go of your left hand as he runs it up and down the lace again making you giggle. 

“You like it, huh?”

He smiles into your shoulder. “I do!” Steve turns you onto your back and cups your face as he kisses your lips. “Thank you for this. It was a nice surprise.”

“You still have one more.” You stick your tongue out at him as he emits a playful groan. 

“Honey!” He shouts after you as you hop off the bed and head for the closet. “I think this was enough. I’m not becoming president you know!”

“President Harrington. Hm. I like it.” You grin at him as you jump back onto the bed with a box in your hand. You shake it at him and he snatches it from, tearing it open. 

He freezes again. His eyes quickly dart from you to the contents of the gift. Steve reaches in and pulls out a tiny green onesie. You place your chin on his shoulder as he reads what’s on it out loud. “I’m daddy’s favorite.”. His fingers reach for pregnancy test that’s taped to the hanger. Positive. 

He pulls back from you and cups your cheeks with hands. “For real? Are you serious?” You nod your head as he pulls you excitedly onto his lap. “Wow! We’re going to parents! Y/N, oh my god. I’m going to be a dad!” 

You laugh as he practically smothers you in his arms. “So, Daddy, who do we tell first?” 

[calyxthenerd]

@thirdlotusprince3

Somewhere in Omashu:

He wakes up, feeling the effects of a nasty headache he doesn’t remember how he got, so he goes to rub his eyes, but face is weird and he doesn’t feel the scar that has been there for eight years, the symbol of his resistance and the kindness that he sworn by since that day of black sun, it’s gone, he looks down, but he realizes he can’t see anything, but he can feel the bedding around his body, and it feels weird, did he get shorter? he goes to get up and tumbles out of bed and when his feet hit the ground, he’s suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation of every little movement around the city, he clutches his head and he screams

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Firelord’s palace, caldera city

She wakes up, feeling extra woozy, since when does she get headaches? And then there’s the sunlight against her eyelids, she opens her eyes, and stares out at the bedroom she’s in, knowing full well that’s not her room in the palace in Omashu, where she was currently in an ongoing competition against king Bumi to see who could be the the other more until one of them croaked, but this room didn’t have the earth kingdom greens and browns she was told about, it looked like what fire felt like, burning and bright, and- WHAT THE FUCK? SHE COULD SEE OUT OF HER OWN TWO EYES?? She quickly went to the mirror, after all, being blind your whole life, you want to see what you look like, but when she saw two golden eyes, a scar around one of them, staring back at her, she did what she never thought she would do, after all, her tough façade is as smooth and resistant as the earth she bends, but when she saw her best friend in the mirror, she screamed

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After relaying the situation to Bumi, the only one brave enough to check in on the yell that he let out, he got helped onto an ostrich horse, vowing to never tell Toph that he let people help him do things while in her body, and quickly set off to the palace, wanting to get there before his chaotic best friend screwed up his years of progress in restoring the honor of his nation, by accident

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As the scream that echoed through the palace alerted everyone of trouble brewing in the Firelord’s quarters, General Iroh, who came home to visit, Advisor Mai, and Kyoshi warriors/personal security to Firelord Zuko, barged into his bedroom, to see him staring at himself in a broken mirror, as manic as his sister was before she was sent to the mental hospital, so Iroh gestured for everyone to stand still as he moved forward, not wanting to spook the boy

“Nephew” he said softly

“Ah yes, you are my uncle, Iroh, and I am your nephew Zuko, who can see out of his eyes” she replied, stiffly

“Nephew are you alright?” He asked, now concerned

“Actually, I’m not Zuko?”

Iroh was now suspicious “Who are you then, some kind of clone?”

“A shapeshifter!” Ty Lee declared, way more excited than she should’ve been, as usual

“An extraterrestrial?” Mai questioned, deadpan as always

“A spirit?” Suki, ever the logical one, supplied

“None of those, I’m actually… Toph” she grimaced as all of their faces shifted into complete and utter shock

“Oh dear, would you want some blindfolds? I imagine sunlight must hurt after a lifetime of nothingness” Iroh provides

“Actually” she turns to Suki, taking her time to commit all of their faces and figures to memory before addressing the girl “could you call the gang here? Before we fix whatever spirit stuff made this happen, I want to see… everything”

“Of course” the warrior smiles fondly, at her friend “I’ll send a messager Hawk right away, come on Ty Lee, I know you love sending mail” “Yay!!” And both brunettes exit the room

“Iroh, Mai, I want you both to stay here and help Zuko when he arrives, while me… I’m gonna take a walk around the city”

“As you wish, Ms Beifong” they both say, bow and go sit down at a table in the corner as she leaves

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The next month or so, consisted of the group of old friends traveling around all the kingdoms so two of their beloved friends could experience the world like they’d never have before, and in the last day, when they were back in Caldera, a spirit appeared “hello earth spawn, child of agni” “hello grand spirit” the whole group said “I switched your souls to give you perspective, a jaded young soul who deserved to experience the beauty of the world like never before, and a man who had the world at his feet, needed to answer the callings of said world once again, you both were given this experience to make you better people, kinder to yourselves and those surrounding you, and you learned everything you could, so I’m going to put your souls back into their respective flesh, but rest assured, your memories will remain, after all, without them, this would all be fruitless, would it not?”

[21stcenturywhoresworld]

The party and the after party. - black singer!reader x pelle “dead”ohlin

*part 2 of the connection of souls.

summary: Solána “sosa” Montgomery is a young women in the 90s who has many problems, her solution is always to run away like she did when she was 14 she left her abusive small town household to move to LA and start a band right in the middle of the black metal scene . She finds love when she wasn’t looking for it. A guy with problems just like her.

content warning!! swearing, eventual smut, mentions of suicide, drugs, smoking, drinking, death, typical metal head shit MINORS DNI

Well, i guess i’m going to this party. I honestly don’t want to but i don’t wanna let my friends down or be a buzz kill. “Solána!” lux called from the closet “i have the perfect dress for you” she says as she lays the dress on the bed it’s baby blue and very short with two bows at the hems “i’ll look like a baby doll” i pick up the dress and examined it “no you’ll look hot” lux said as she applied her lip gloss in the mirror “if you say so” i replied dully. I took the dress back to my room and tried it on. Lux was right i do look hot i thought to myself while looking in the mirror i turn to my closet to look for my platforms. “lana are you ready!?” tonya called from down the hallway “give me a fucking minute” i shouted back. I don’t even want to go to this party in the first place now she’s rushing me. I add the finishing touches to my makeup and put on my platforms. “Solána! are you ready? if not we’re gonna leave your ass!” tonya shouted from down stairs “i’m coming, i’m coming! get off my dick” i yelled back. I gave myself one good look in the mirror and decided i looked decent enough and headed down stairs. “You look fucking hot” tonya said “thank you boo” i said back. We left the house and 15 minutes later we arrived at this house in the middle of fucking nowhere, there where a bunch off people in the yard this one chick was puking so hard i thought she’d throw up an organ. Lux exited the car first making her way to a guy with black hair and placing a kiss on his cheek, the guy was dressed in a black sabbath shirt with a bullet belt and a leather jacket. Lux turned to the car and beckoned me and tonya out the car. I took a deep breath and opened the car door making my way over to Lux. “Lana come here” i speed up my walking pace, Tonya went a different way making her way to the house to get a drink. “This is euronymous” Lux said as she gestured over to the man with black hair I looked him up and down “Euronymous this is my friend Solána” she continued “Nice to meet you” He said staring awkwardly. “Yeah…” was the only thing i could muster before i walked away to go find something to drink. I ended up in the kitchen and i found a cooler with beer it. ‘Ew’ i thought to myself i hate beer with a burning passion. I look around and saw different bottles of alcohol i looked through the bottles and found a bottle of absolute vodka i took it and began downing it. I walked back outside and sat down in a lawn chair with my vodka, the party was very loud and chaotic there where people running around with pig heads, the music was on full blast, people were laughing and conversing while i just sat there. I watched as that guy Euronymous and chased my someone who i assumed was one of his friends the guy had a buzz saw and was swinging it wildly towards Euronymous. The man with the saw had long blonde hair his face was covered in corpse paint. I tried to mingle for about an hour and decided to make my way back into the kitchen to find something to drink other than alcohol. I opened the fridge and stared blanking for a minute orange juice, spoiled milk, and coke cola. My options are very limited and i only drink coke when i’m desperate which i very such so am right now i took the can from the fridge and as i closed it i saw a figure standing there causing me to jump. “Holy shit dude!” i yelled nearly dropping the can of coke the figure fixed his gaze on me “ Sorry i didn’t think anyone was in here” he said i took a moment to get myself together and quickly realized the figure was the same guy chasing Euronymous with the saw. “Where’s your buzz saw?” i questioned he stared at me for a moment before responding “left it on the back porch” “ah good to know” i looked awkwardly trying to keep eye contact but looking back down at my shoes every time he stared for longer than 10 seconds. “Have you ever been to europe?” shit. why am i such an idiot, why do i say everything that comes to mind to break an awkward silence. “I mean yeah i’m from sweden” he said “that’s really cool” i took a swig of my coke. Why am i like this.

[rowanthestrange]

Foster Pup Blog:

How I ate breakfast this morning

We survived the night!

Given his trauma reactions to being locked in, we aren’t shutting him in his Secret Den yet, so the middle-ground we’re going for is having him in the living room overnight. …obviously that also has a shut door, and his separation anxiety won’t be having that (and nothing’s ever fully day one puppy proof), so I get to move temporarily onto the sofa. Depending on how long he’s here, the plan is that he gets used to the crate enough we can first drop the blanket down like a door, then add the door, then remove me. Or failing that, work out the majority of unsupervised puppy-proofing problems, give the sofas up for lost and get to be happy if they don’t get chewed up, and slowly move me out of the room that way.

But he did manage to last a whole night from around 11pm to 6:30am without waking up for a walk about. And while we did have a little full-bladder accident this morning he did really tried to hold it and we’d have probably made it if I hadn’t chanced trying to put my hoodie on first. (We’re on the second story so it’s not as instant out as we’d like, but he’s already got the idea).

He does woof at just about everything, which we’re trying to positively train out, but given everything it might take a while, which we may or may not have. And he seems to have an understandably wonky view of ‘object permanence’. If my husband goes behind a door or upstairs, the little lad hears noises and woofs at him like it’s a stranger until he sees him. Makes sense. He’s been in kennels with their many entrances and exits and huge variety of people working there. The humans in his life must have seemed completely random and unknowable to him. When he woke up this morning (and bear in mind I’m not one to anthropomorphise) he slid out of bed, butt first, had a little sleepy look around, and when he noticed me you could see the shock and surprise in his eyes, and he then rushed up for cuddles. He must’ve grown to enjoy being with so many people, and then they leave again. With a human baby we try to limit their number of primary caregivers to prevent attachment disorders; probably something similar for puppers.

The rescue people are still all but forging the adoption papers. Even the foster care coordinator is pushing for it, though you’d think that’d reduce our utility (“sometimes I might want a dog fostered alongside another - if he can do it then there’s nothing stopping that”) and oh he is lush. But the thing I think is weird is…ok I’m trained to some degree in dog and animal care (and frankly the childcare I think also counts, a lot of similarities tbh except sadly not allowed to clicker-train the toddlers), and yes I’ve got time, flexibility, and enough income to cover sudden basic needs/medical care. But I don’t think we’re that special - those are standards the forms want you to meet. It’s just one of those things where you’re thinking what the usual clientele on the list for adopting a rescue puppy are like then? Cus I’d have thought we’d be average really, our home and garden setup isn’t great, and we had to cart our big old border collie/doberman cross in the back seats of a clapped-out Mini that didn’t even have back doors and he had to climb through the front ones (and we’re still transporting this little lad in the same one! Though actually do plan to get another now cus it’s costing new car money to fix it at this point). I don’t know, it’s just like…you know when you see visible emotional relief in a service worker’s eyes when something goes wrong and you’re nice to them, and you’re like ‘fuck I thought this was normal politeness levels, what are people usually like to you?’ That. At the end when I pulled the tape-measure out of my pocket in our first meeting with him so I could size what harness he’d need, one of them literally went “yeah I want you to have him”. But I don’t know, maybe a baseline awareness of what you’re getting into is not actually the default I think it is. Might be Autisming. Just because you think through details of needs and how something might work in a full flow-diagram mega tree of options, doesn’t mean everyone does.

And I do think he is going to be a bit more of a pickle than they think with these early impermanence trauma complications, more so than pure simple separation anxiety I think. And I suppose we would just be adding another stone to that wall, with him leaving us for yet another brand new set of humans… Or is that just justifying myself?

(Though one more neutral thing is that he lies flat with frog-legs a lot:)

(EDS people recognise that hypermobility? They’ll be able to check him for hip dysplasia/its level if so when he gets snipped, but our vet friend is at least a little unsure on their health and wants him on joint supplements if he stays (a lot easier than Brigsy since this one isn’t allergic to seafood). And we do know what his therapy exercise needs and the hydrotherapy people well)

How do you know whether to trust that people see something right in you? Or is that also a form of arrogance - not trusting other’s assessment of you? Bah. Sorry. This is what happens when I start actually blogging on the blogging site.

Have some compensatory puppy pictures:

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs The Trouble With Companions, Redux

Team Dangeroud Company has visitors...

Gale: Elminster?!? What were you doing in the middle of an old ... whatever this building is?!?

Alisaie: First Volo, now Elminster?!? Okay, if Mordenkainen - or worse, fucking Xanathar shows up, I'm done.

Elminster: Mystra sent me. Gave me the means to stabilise your orb of nasty shit so you can trigger it to blow up the source of the Absolute's power.

Alisaie: Excuse you?!?

Gale: Ah. Well, I knew she was annoyed, but...

Alisaie: Annoyed and desperate. What is it with god-beings putting us through this shit? Look, do what Mystra wants for now, Elminster, but we're going to find another way.

Elminster: Mystra doesn't seem to think--

Alisaie: Mystra's a bitter ex who, yes, got her personal boundaries violated, and that sucks, but it's not punishable by death! We. Will find. Another. WAY. I do not believe you made us give you some of our better supplies - looted at some expense of time and effort, just by the way - so you could turn my friend into a suicide bomb! Now get out!

Gale: You're yelling at one of the most powerful wizards in--

Alisaie: Yeah, well, if Mystra shows her face around here, I'll yell at her too!

Wyll: ...Um ... how about you yell at her? *points*

Mizora: *has appeared again* Wyll! Precious pup! New job! We need you to free a devil stuck in that tower you're all going to raid.

Alisaie: ...Oh. Ooooooooooh... Okay, fine; but he does that, and he's done - out of the contract for good.

Mizora: And how exactly do you figure that?

Alisaie: Simple. It's bad enough that powerful mortals and the like are thralls to this Absolute; your reputation is shot if one of your devils ends up a thrall. Zariel'd be really pissed ... probably at you, since clearly this devil's under your jurisdiction. Or at least Zariel made it your job to get them back. You outsourcing to us means you don't want to take the risk yourself ... but you're screwed if we fail.

Mizora: I ... I will turn Wyll into a lemure if you all fail!

Alisaie: If you have the time to do that before Zariel does something worse to you, good luck.

Mizora: .........He gets this done, and then we discuss this. *exits, stage Pissed Right The Hell Off*

Wyll: ...How much of that was bluffing?

Alisaie: I'm pretty damn good at insight, Wyll. I was bluffing about exactly none of that. It was written all over her demonic little face. I mean, she's probably going to try figuring out some way to keep you in the contract while we're getting this done, but there's still a lot of wiggle room here. Anything that leaves options, is all I'm saying.

Wyll: ...iloveyou...

Alisaie: Should've made your move before I got hooked up with the Sharran hottie, hon. We can dance, but not ... dance. I'm a one-person person, y'know?

Wyll: I know. But it's not as though friendship is a lesser prize.

Alisaie: *grin* Glad to hear.

And, after a lot of tromping around the shadows and meeting some allies...

Raphael: Oh, look; you people again.

Astarion: Tell me what ... what's scarred all on my back!

Raphael: Hmm. I'm motivated to help you but I'll have to think about what you can do for me in return. Toodles. *poof*

Alisaie: Look, I know you've got issues with mirrors, so when we're back at camp, I'll draw what's on there and see if we can figure it out before you have to deal with a cambion's bullshit.

Karlach: Hey! Dammon's here! You've got that infernal alloy, right? I reckon he can fix me up!

Dammon: I can, but ... it's not a permanent fix. You have to go back to Avernus or that thing'll kill you.

Karlach: Eh, everybody dies and I'll get to do it free and holding someone's hand--

Dammon: Um ... when I say 'it'll kill you' ... I mean it'll blow up in your chest and probably spray the surrounding area with shrapnel.

Karlach: ...Well ... shit. Anyway... *installs engine upgrade*

Alisaie: *hugs*

Karlach: ...*squeak*

Alisaie: You needed the hug. And we're going to figure this out too. No offense to Dammon, but this might take a bigger expert.

Dammon: None taken. Kind of hard to do work like this on a regular forge when the damn thing was forged in the literal fires of Hell.

Alisaie: Right. Okay. Let's go see what they can do to keep us safe from the shadows so we can do all the shit they want us to do.

Shadowheart: Selune-magic. Ugh.

Alisaie: Will it cheer you up some to know that I finally found you some night orchid?

Shadowheart: .........*squeak*

Wyll: Shadowheart ... she has broken into an ancient tomb to get you the best weapon possible. She delved into the Underdark to find you Dark Justiciars - it is not her fault she didn't find any living ones. She has waded through murderous shadows to bring you flowers. She is romancing you on levels of epic I never thought possible, and I am a noble by birth and a literal living folk hero. To sum up: if you don't seal this deal soon, I swear by your god and my good eye that I will.

And, not too long after that...

Flaming Fist Marcus: *attmepts abduction and gets eviscerated*

Devil Spawn Things: *mostly die but also steal a few remaining refugees*

Isobel: ...You're ... still good for infiltrating Moonrise Towers, right?

Alisaie: I mean, yeah, obviously; too many tieflings in there to not, but... Wait, why are the Flaming Fist here?

Various Flaming Fist: We hear Grand Duke Ravengard might be locked up in Moonrise Towers and--

Alisaie: Fuck's sake, they really haven't heard the one about eggs and baskets, have they? But apparently we're going to need better protection if we want to get anywhere near there.

Jaheira: My men will help you ambush a patrol; their people are entirely safe from the shadows and we're not sure why.

Alisaie: Maybe they have a working one of these. *shakes broken Moon Lantern* Then again, there's pixie dust at the bottom of this thing and if that's the case, we might be able to get that protection without torturing a sapient being.

Jaheira: ...Enlighten me. Just ... how much of the hero does she play?

Wyll: Play, nothing; she just is one. ...And we're all hoping she's enough of one to save us all.

Jaheira: That's a lot to put on her shoulders.

Wyll: You're trying to get her to infiltrate the Absolute cult.

Jaheira: We're letting her warm up by killing a patrol first...

Wyll: We need Lae'zel for this. She hasn't had a decent scrap since the creche.