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whatsnewalycat · 8 months ago

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No Strings Attached

Dieter Bravo x OFC Louella - Psychomanteum AU

[ psychomanteum masterlist ][ ao3 ]

WC: 2.7k+

Tags/Warnings: lua 2nd person pov, ghosts, psychomanteum au where they were together in spring, set after chapter 2, bickering, alcohol, drugs, addiction, ethan, anonymous sex mention, a boat load of sweeet sweet yearning folks

Notes: This is a doc I just found in my Psychomanteum folder. I think this is what I was originally writing for Chapter 3, but changed direction. Some of these conversations and prose proooobably got recycled into different chapters, but I can't remember. ANYWAY it's cute so I'm posting it as a Psychomanteum AU Snackie Poo (i'msosorryforsayingthatohmygod)

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Since Katie’s party, the two of you have hung out a handful of times, mostly with Parker, going out to a bar and having a few drinks. Between whatever actor things actors do while they’re in the city, he’ll sometimes text you to see what you’re doing, and what you’re usually doing is baking.

It surprises you a little every time he comes over. Why would an exciting guy like this want to hang out in your apartment while you work? Not that you mind. The company is nice. Most of the time he’ll chat with you while he sketches and happily disposes of any defective product. Sometimes it goes quiet while the two of you concentrate on your respective tasks, but it doesn’t feel awkward.

This is the modus operandi when Dieter slides his pencil it into the spine of his sketchbook and studies you, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

Out of breath from rolling out puff pastry dough, you look at him and pant, “What?”

“Ghosts,” he leans against the counter, pressing his thumbnails to his lips as he waits for your answer.

You huff, setting your rolling pin down, and remember the picture frame on the spare bedroom floor. The face you imagined you saw in the mirror. Sometimes you hear noises in that room, but can’t bring yourself to investigate. The only time you enter the room is to get supplies, and even then, you speed run and don’t dare look up at the mirrors.

“No,” you avert your gaze from his and turn around to wash your hands in the sink.

“Wow, you’re a terrible liar.”

You turn around and gape at him as you dry your hands, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“So you do believe in ghosts, got it,” he gives you a cheeky grin. You roll your eyes but don’t deny it. He leans forward onto his elbows again, “If I tell you something, will you think I’m crazy?”

“Dee, I texted you yesterday and asked if you think that Avril Lavigne is really herself or a body double. I don’t think I’m qualified to make any judgments on the sanity of other humans,” you toss the kitchen towel over your shoulder, then start folding the dough into layers.

He tilts his head and frowns, then points at you, “I think you might be onto something there,” then shakes his head, “Ok, well…”

His Adam’s apple bobs and his eyes flick to the spare bedroom door. You stop folding the pastry dough and stand up straight. A shiver runs down your spine. He gnashes his jaw back and forth, then takes a deep breath, “I see him sometimes.”

You shake your head and search his eyes. Not out of confusion. You just don’t want him to say it.

He slides his sketchbook across the counter, flipping it around so you can see what he drew. There, sketched in graphite on the creamy paper, is your husband. He’s standing in the open doorway of the spare room. The illustration is unruly, yet intricate. Your mouth falls open as you press your fingertips to his face, and you feel his sorrow. So much so, you flinch back and shake your head again, “Sorry, um, I–”

Dieter watches your eyes start to well with tears and his shoulders slump, “Fuck, no, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Is he still there now?” you whisper, meeting his big, sad, brown eyes.

They flick to the door and back to you, and he gives you a nod. Your stomach drops to the floor and the hair on the back of your neck stands up.

“I need to leave,” you announce, throwing the kitchen towel off your shoulder onto the counter, then take off your apron and drop it on the towel, “Right now. I have to leave.”

He stands up off the stool, pushing it out behind him, pointing to the puff pastry, “Should–I, uh, should I wrap that up?”

“Um, y-yeah, put it in the fridge, thanks,” you walk around the counter and past him to grab your purse, shove your feet into your boots, then walk out the door and wait for him in the hall.

He emerges while putting on his jacket, then you lock the door and start toward the elevator. The hall is silent except for the rustling of their clothes and footfalls. You slap the down button on the elevator and cross your arms.

“He was trying to talk to you,” Dieter explains.

You shake your head, “I don’t care.”

“You don’t care?” he challenges.

“Mhmm,” you nod, hitting the button again, harder this time.

“Terrible liar,” he mutters to himself, then stares forward at the elevator doors. And he probably thinks he’s being funny. But it’s not funny. You don’t react.

Once the elevator dings, you’re inside, pressing the doors closed button before they even open all the way. He steps onboard. They accordion shut.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out,” he tells you earnestly. In the foggy reflection of the stainless steel doors, you can tell that he’s looking at you.

“Well, you fucking did,” you snap, and wish you could take the words and shove them back into your mouth. He faces forward and his gaze drops to his feet.

The doors open and Dieter pushes out in front of you, storming out of the building. By the time you make it outside, he’s gone. A pang of guilt stabs through your chest. The cool, dewy air sticks to your skin and makes you shiver. You regret not grabbing a jacket, but start off towards your favorite hole-in-the-wall bar anyway.

O’Malley’s is a dingy dugout bar about a block away from your apartment. It’s so dimly lit in contrast to the bright afternoon sun, you have to squint and go off of muscle memory when you walk in the door. On a Tuesday, during daylight hours, when the temperature outside is finally warm enough to melt the gritty snowpiles that have been accumulating for months, the establishment is essentially empty. One sad sap sits at the bar, jacket hanging off the back of his stool, staring down at the lowball glass clutched in his fist. He’s leaning onto the bar with a ringed hand propping his head up.

You approach and pull out the barstool next to him, droning, “Hey there.”

Dieter casts a glance to you with a raised brow, then scoffs when he recognizes you. He lifts the glass to his lips and empties it into his mouth, then pushes his sweater sleeves up to his elbows.

Nick, the portly bartender you see here frequently during the week, approaches, “The usual?”

“Yeah,” you nod towards Dieter, “I’ll get his, too.”

“You don’t have to do that,” he sits back and pulls a wallet from his pocket, then throws some bills on the bar top, “I was just leaving.”

Fucking hell.

“Dee–” you reach out and touch his arm, and he turns towards you and stares expectantly. You chew on your bottom lip, dropping your gaze to the floor before sighing, “Please stay. I’m-“

Nick returns with a whiskey neat and vodka cranberry, sliding them in front of you and Dieter before asking you, “Tab?”

“Yes please,” you answer with a polite smile, then turn back to Dieter, whose scowl has softened, “C’mon.”

He sighs and his shoulders release, then he relaxes back into the barstool. Neither of you say anything as you take a sip of the drink, then you turn to him, “I know. Like, um. I know that he’s there sometimes. But I don’t—“ you shake your head, “I don’t want to know.”

He sits up and leans his elbows against the bar, turning to watch you. You chew on your bottom lip and watch the ice cubes clink together as you stir your drink.

“What was he trying to tell me?” you ask finally.

“I don’t know,” Dieter frowns, “I couldn’t tell.”

You saw Ethan cross into the threshold. Through some kind of an otherworldly osmosis, he was absorbed by the membrane that met the two of you at the end of the silent, iridescent wormhole.

“Why would he come back?” you whisper, mostly to yourself.

“Why do any spirits come back?” Dieter shrugs and takes a big sip of whiskey, “Unfinished business.”

All you can think is that it better be a fucking apology. He owes you that much. Ethan was so fucked up that night. Did he even know what he was doing? Or had he been planning it?

The man that woke you up in the middle of the night on Christmas and made you get into his car with the intention of totaling it… that wasn’t the man you married. You wonder how much coke he had really been doing in the weeks, maybe even months, leading up to the accident. Towards the end, it became commonplace for him to be out all night without explanation.

He would stumble in at 7am, talking a million miles a minute, a sharp sniff interrupting his monologue every 10 seconds, hands trembling like your grandma’s when she started showing symptoms of Parkinson’s disease. When he finally crashed, he’d go to bed and sleep until the sun went down, where he would isolate himself for a day or two. Then he would go out to run orders to your clients and not come back until 7am. Rinse, wash, repeat.

One night, when big, fat snowflakes were fluttering to the ground outside in big, he was standing in front of all the order boxes ready to go, making sure he had everything. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around to his chest, laying your cheek against the back of his winter coat, “Can you come home tonight? I miss you.”

“Baby, I’m with you all the time,” he chuckled, placing a hand over yours, rubbing his thumb against you affectionately.

“That’s not what I mean,” you told him quietly. His thumb stopped undulating and his body tensed. Your heart was pounding in your chest when you finally admitted out loud, “I’m worried about you, Ethan. I think it’s becoming a problem again.”

You let go as he stirred beneath your embrace, turning around to face you. His body only became more rigid, shoulders tensed up to his ears, jaw gnashing, as he assured you, “It’s not a problem. I promise. I’ll come home after dropping these off, ok?”

He pressed his lips your forehead, sealing his promise with a kiss, and you mumbled, “Ok.”

He didn’t come home until the next morning. You weren’t surprised.

“You ok?” Dieter nudges you.

A lie waits, ready to roll off the tip of your tongue. Instead, what comes out is the truth.

“No. I don’t think so,” you take a sip and look down at your drink, “But, what can ya do?”

“Mmm, I think I have something that could help,” Dieter mutters in a suggestive tone. Your heart skips, then you look at him and realize he’s pressing a joint up between his lips, “Wanna go for a walk?”

This brings a smile to your face, but you protest, “I didn’t bring a coat, it’s still chilly outside.”

The joint bobs as he frowns and grabs his jacket, “Use mine. I’m fucking sweating, anyway.”

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The passersby barely pay the two of you any attention as you stroll at a leisurely pace through the park, passing the joint back and forth. His sepia fleece jacket hangs down to your knees and keeps you almost too insulated.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, tasting the vapors of melting snow clinging close to the earth. The sunshine seems to melt away the foul mood you were in earlier. In your euphoria, you trip on a crack in the pavement, stumbling a bit. You steady yourself and giggle in embarrassment.

“So glad you don’t have anyone following you with a camera right now,” you comment.

Dieter plucks the roach from his lips, holds the intoxicating smoke captive in his lungs, and offers it up to you, “How do you know we don’t?”

You scrunch your face up and make a full 360, scanning for any potential paparazzi, and shoo the roach away. He exhales and shrugs, then tosses it into a disintegrating snow pile, “I’m just kidding, I think I’m off their radar for the time being.”

“Yeah? Have you been a good boy, Dee?” you giggle. The way his whole body seems to perk up at the question is not lost on you.

“Not so much that as I’m not the biggest shitheel in the media at the moment,” he smirks, looking you up and down through his sunglasses.

You hum and nod, although you have no idea what he’s referring to, “Ah, yes. That one guy did that one thing.”

He laughs, “There’s always another guy doing another thing. It never fails.”

“Ol’ reliable,” you respond, then tilt your head in curiosity, “How is your divorce going, then?”

“Boring, next,” he groans.

“No no no, sir, you told me my dead husband is haunting my home today. Even the scales.”

“Are you sure you’re not the press?” he raises an eyebrow at you.

And, of course, it’s a joke. But that side glance gnaws at your gut the same way that Ethan’s narrowed eyes did. Looking at you like you’re an informant.

‘I didn’t tell anyone about the ink, Lou.’

“What?” your shoulders slump. You come to a standstill, and stammer, “I wouldn’t–no, what?”

He stops, too, and turns to you, “I’m just kidding, Lua.”

“Oh,” you breathe a sigh of relief, “Ok. I’m not, um, trying to be snoopy.”

“You are way prettier than a cartoon beagle,” he smiles, then starts walking again. You catch up to him and try not to let the way your stomach flutters show on your face. It does. He smiles wider, then it fades to a frown as he shrugs and scratches his neck, “The divorce is going. Annie is staying at the house until it’s finalized, so I’ve been living out of hotels, which gets old,” a sly smile creeps across his face, “It is a little easier on the dating front, though. Living in hotels, that is.”

“Why’s that?”

“Sex is just better in a bed. A little more room to work with than the bathroom of a club or the backseat of a car, you know? Plus, then they don’t feel like they have to leave right away.”

“That’s probably why I prefer those places. Don’t have to stick around afterwards.”

He grins at you, “Is that right?”

Something sparks at the middle of you when you look over at him and shrug, then he licks his lips and nods, looking ahead.

“So you’re dating people?”

“I don’t think dating is the right term,” you frown, “More just, um… casual sex, I guess.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, “Since when?”

“Does it matter?” you tuck your hair behind your ear and look down.

“No, not at all,” he nudges you, so you look at him and see the good will on his face. “I just… Well, I’ll really kick myself if I could have been begging you to sleep with me this whole time.”

Your mouth is all of a sudden very dry. You blush and chuckle, then shake your head, “I’m looking for no-strings-attached situations.”

“I am all about no-strings-attached,” he touches his fingertips to his chest and grins, peaking his bloodshot eyes over the rim of his sunglasses.

“Mmm, no, see, we have strings,” you sigh, then count each of the following points on your hands, “I don’t fuck clients. Or friends. Or celebrities going through very public divorces.”

Or people I have a big, giant, throbbing crush on.

“My heart,” he clutches the front of his shirt theatrically.

You giggle at his reaction. The conversation dies momentarily, and the sounds of the city fill the cool air between you. You feel compelled to elaborate, “I’m not ready. With the dead husband and all that. I don’t want a pity fuck, or a goddamn significant other. I just want to get off, then I want it to be over. No strings.”

He nods, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants, “No judgment here, m’dear.”

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alkaline-wtr · 2 months ago

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WE WILL SURVIVE

- - CHAPTER 7 - -

Ghost x reader

Description: Graves and reader run into a familiar group of survivors on their search for the sanctuary. Genre/Warnings: zombie apocalypse AU, Graves x reader, Ghost x fem!reader, survivor!reader,angst, explicit language, weapons, mentions of death, gore, blood, and violence. WC: 3.4k

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** Wow, where to start... I'M SORRY... I lost motivation to write for a bit. My cat passed away which completely halted anything that wasn't absolutely necessary for my survival. So, yeah... the chapter is really late. I've been awaiting this chapter for so long because, I included one of my favorite Soap quotes that lives in my head rent free. Which I've pretty much been planning to do since chapter one, lol. It took a different direction than I originally planned but, I think it's still a decent one! It's also a longer one so, hopefully that'll make up for my hiatus. I already have plans for the ending. So, the story may not be much longer but, I am leaving the journey to the ending open and am just feeling it out as I go. Lastly, Ghost girlies please do not panic!! I know the Graves fluff seems scary right now but, I promise it isn't what it seems. Enjoy.

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<< PART 1 / << PART 6

The dull morning sun seeps through the windshield, and you stretch out, back stiff from being curled up on the seat all night.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,”

Phillip said in his typical cheery tone. The endearing nickname causes a small smile to form on your face.

You sit up with a yawn.

“You should get out and stretch your legs a bit, we’ll be doing a lot more driving today.”

You glanced at Phillip's lap. In it was the crumpled map the man had given you yesterday.

You couldn’t seem to get the images out of your head, the gushing of blood from his wife’s body as the infected broke her skin with their jagged teeth. The man’s glassy eyes looked up to the heavens as he held the gun to his temple.

You squeezed your eyes closed and pinched the bridge of your nose to expel the memories. Was that just the fate of everyone who manages to survive this world? Watching everyone you love torn, unforgivingly, to pieces until there is nothing left for you to do but take your own life?

“Do you really think there's a sanctuary?”

You ask. Although you didn't feel like talking, you hoped that starting up a conversation would redirect your thoughts. You were in much need of a distraction after the events of yesterday. Phillip scans the map.

“I think... It’s possible. Besides, we don’t have anywhere else to go. Right?”

The question seemed genuine as if Phillip wanted to know if you had anywhere in mind. You considered it for a moment. Was there anywhere you'd want to go? With the state of the world traveling for pleasure just seemed pointless. At least heading to the sanctuary, bullshit or not, is better than an aimless trip to nowhere.

“No. I guess you're right.”

You respond softly. He sighs looking ahead for a moment almost as if contemplating his own suggestion. You wondered if Phillip had the same nagging sense of hope about this place as you did. As much as you wanted to dismiss the thought of some actual good coming from such tragedy, it was in your nature as people to cling to the curiosity.

“Well… let’s get some food in us, stretch our legs, and then we’ll be on our way.”

The way he spoke it seemed so obvious. Like you were just a couple friends on a casual road trip. You couldn’t quite decide if you liked that about Phillip. His attempts at making the day-to-day feel like it had been, were appreciated. It wasn’t wrong to enjoy these slower moments, it was just the reality setting in that made it feel unacceptable. The truth was, things would never return to how they were, and it was hard to feel like you were allowed to still enjoy life despite that fact.

You sat on the open tailgate drinking a can of chunky soup. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but you certainly missed your microwave.

Phillip ate in silence, his focus fixed on the map as he planned the route ahead.

The next hours were quiet again. The engine lightly vibrated through the truck as you watched out the window. You'd almost wished you could stop at a library and stock up on books. Really anything to stimulate your mind. Without it, there was nothing to shoo away the thoughts that crept in reminding you of the ruin and suffering. You guessed that had never really changed from the world before.

But, even with books, there was nothing that could distract you enough from the heavy feeling in your stomach. Like the weight of the world was anchoring you to this tired state. You were torn from your thoughts when Phillip spoke.

"What the hell."

Phillip muttered to himself. You lifted your head, straightening up to look at whatever it was Phillip had seen. Your chest tightened in both anxiety and excitement at the sight of people. Survivors, three of them.

Of all the weeks you'd spent walking through empty streets focused on nothing but survival, this one had proved that there were more survivors than you'd thought.

Phillip slowed, and you began to get nervous. In a world where every encounter could mean life or death, trusting strangers was a gamble, and one you weren't so lucky with. Yet, Phillip didn't seem worried.

So far, most encounters you'd had with others since the outbreak were unpleasant but, Phillip gave you hope. His actions and personality were a stark contrast from those, and if against all odds, you'd found one good person, then there had to be more. Maybe these three men on the side of the road were some of them.

"Well, look who we have here,"

Phillip says, rolling the window down with a cocky smile. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned through it. The three take a defensive stance. As would anyone in their situation. It takes them a moment, they're all clearly on high alert as they eye the truck. Finally, a sense of recognition sets in, and one of them scowls.

"Graves? What the fuck!"

He exclaimed in an accent that sounded like it could be Scottish. Graves? Right. That's Phillip... But how do they know him? Who are these people?

"What's going on?"

You asked as he parked the truck. Phillip didn't even bother to answer you as he got out, a wide smile plastered on his face. The men, however, didn't seem to be as glad as he was to see him.

Hesitantly, you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out too, torn between following him or staying back.

There was an air of hostility and anger from the men. They all seemed to be strong and fit. Not that Phillip wasn't as well, but if it came down to it, you were outnumbered, and your few hours of target practice weren't going to mean anything if these men pulled weapons.

As your feet reached the pavement you took a deep breath. This probably wasn't a good idea but, if he seemed comfortable enough with them you shouldn't worry too much, should you?

"I can't believe it."

He laughs. His hands going to rest on his hips.

"1-4-1. As I live and breathe. How're ya holding up Captain?"

Phillip reaches out a hand enthusiastically in an attempt to shake hands with one of the men. You observe the interaction from the other side of the truck. Not yet sure if you wanted to find your way to Phillips's side.

The man he'd referred to as 'Captain' keeps his stance. Head tilted, chest puffed out, fingers intertwined and resting in front of him. Judging by his angry expression, he didn't seem like one for pleasantries.

"What do you want?"

The angry Scottish one says stepping forward with an aggressive snarl. Was he looking for a fight?

You glanced to the truck where your bag was debating whether or not you should arm yourself. On one hand, you wanted to be prepared if things went south. Though, no one had them out they still had quicker access to their weapons than you or Phillip.

Ultimately, you decided against it trusting Phillip to de-escalate to situation with his charismatic nature. Besides, if you were to reach for a gun now it would only give them more reason to take the defensive.

"Stand down Soap."

The captain says. His sultry British tone contrasted the unapproachable demeanor.

The third man between them just stood tall. His expression is unreadable behind the sunglasses and baseball cap he had on. Based on the tension alone you could assume it wasn't a pleasant one either.

Phillip throws his hands up in defense, his smile never wavering despite the surrounding hostility. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Look fellas, I know we've had our disagreements but, this is a dog-eat-dog world, and you know just as well as I do Captain, that there is strength in numbers... Let's help each other out here."

Although you'd always been aware of Phillips's arrogance, this was the most you'd seen it in action. You weren't even sure what Phillip could possibly need from these men anyway. You had a truck, gas, food, and water. As far as you were concerned you were rich in this fight for survival.

"Right... Disagreements."

The Scotsman scoffed. Soap. You thought, committing the name to memory. It was the best you could do to piece together the relationship between the four.

"Seems you're missin' one. Where's Ghost?"

Phillip asks the men. Everyone stiffened, followed by a tense silence. Soap's angry demeanor mixed with a hint of sorrow.

"Don't know."

The captain responds.

You felt a tightness in your chest. Had you heard them correctly? Ghost... There had only ever been one man you'd known to go by a name like that, it had to be the same one, right? I mean what are the chances of multiple people on the same continent being named something so obscure? Especially with the global population being at an all-time low.

Considering the hostility, you were a little scared to speak up. Though, clearly Ghost was someone of importance to these men and if you could offer them information maybe they would be more welcoming to the pair of you.

"D-did you say Ghost?"

You asked, feeling embarrassed as everyone turned their attention to you.

"Like... Tall, mask, not much of a people person..."

You continued a hint of annoyance coating your words. All eyes remained on you and even Phillip looked at you with a hint of surprise. Your attempt to ease the tension seemingly failed.

"You know him?"

The man in the glasses spoke up.

You nod. Maybe not as much of a failure as you thought?

"He was with me... well, only for a bit. He left."

This piqued Soap's interest the most of the three men. The captain steps forward dropping his arms to his sides.

"How long ago did you last see him?"

You shrugged.

"Maybe about 3 days ago?"

The men all share surprised glances.

"Holy... He's alive."

Soap mutters. Okay, tension eased. You look at Phillip for confirmation. His eyes are on you, a hint of questioning behind them. Had he known who Ghost was this entire time?

You silently cursed yourself for not mentioning him sooner.

"Where is he?"

The captain asked you desperately.

"He... I'm not sure. We were in a suburban area just outside the city. That's where he left me."

Soap's movements were animated as he turned away with a frustrated sigh, one hand resting on his hip while the other dragged across his stubble.

Judging by that reaction the tension was back.

"I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

You say starting to feel guilty for even bringing it up now. The captain raises his palm, almost as a gesture of thanks, acknowledging that the information was appreciated before turning to Soap.

"Alright, alright."

The captain says trying to soothe the obviously irritable Scott.

"We know he's alive. So..."

His words trail off, but you can see the cogwheels in his head turning.

"We'll set up camp for the night. In the morning a couple of us will head back to the city and look for him."

Soap nods.

"Aye, I'll go."

The captain shakes his head.

"You'll stay here with the girl. Gaz and I will drive out with Graves."

"Are ye kidding me?!"

Soap exclaimed clearly not happy about that plan.

"Cap you aren't really trusting Graves on this are you?"

The man in the sunglasses finally speaks. His tone remains skeptical.

"I mean come on Price, after everything you really think Graves is going to be any help to us?"

Price. That must be the captain, the man in charge. What did he mean though 'after everything?' What kind of history does Phillip have with them? Why are they so angry and distrustful? And most importantly, why are you the only one who isn't?

"No Gaz. I don't. That's why he's going with us. So, we can keep an eye on him."

Price says coldly. There was a lot of unspoken anger radiating in the air, and it was all directed at one man. You side-eyed Phillip cautiously. Whatever he'd done to them must have been bad if this was their reaction. Until you figured it out maybe it was best if you stayed more alert around him too.

But wait... No. He'd never been anything but kind to you. He helped you when Ghost left. He did more to help you than Ghost had even considered and in less time.

"I'm right here you know."

Phillip interjects in his usual smart-ass way. His voice broke you from your thoughts and you shoot him a look. One that says, 'Stop poking the bear'. Clearly, these men weren't fond of him, and considering you were his company, they may feel inclined to attach the same disdain to you.

"You shut up!"

Soap growled stepping towards Graves daringly.

Price slaps a hand to his broad chest to hold him back.

"Let's just focus right now on finding Ghost. We get off this road, rest, and make a plan after."

Price's voice remains calm and authoritative as he tries to reel in Soap's whirlwind of emotions. He glanced around, his eyebrow raised as if half-excepting someone to object. When no one does, he nods to Soap, who's still death glaring Phillip.

"Alright then. Let's go."

By sundown, Phillip is backing the truck between a couple trees. Enough to keep it concealed but, leaving space in case we have to leave in a hurry. The engine shuts off abruptly and he gets out sighing as he stands beside you leaning against the trunk of the tree you were sitting under. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the three men convene around a small fire pit.

"Philip?"

Your soft voice cut through the tense silence.

He keeps his eyes trained forward and doesn't respond but, somehow you knew you had his attention.

"How do you know them? And why do they... hate you so much?"

Your voice faltered at the end. Hopefully, it wasn't a sore subject but, by the longing gaze he gave the trio, your hope fell short.

He takes a moment to find his words before turning to you.

"I've worked with Captain Prices team before. Let's just say... we had a difference in opinion when it came to directing our teams and following orders."

You stayed quiet expecting him to continue but, it seemed that that was as much explanation as you would get.

Phillip pushes off the tree and reaches out to help you up.

"Come on. Let's eat."

The rest of the evening was awkward, to say the least. You sat off to the side with Graves while Price and Gaz went over a map likely planning out their search for Ghost. Soap shot Graves glares every so often from across the fire.

"Looks like he wants to kill you or something."

You mutter looking down at your feet. The sound of Phillip's knife cutting into a tin soup can sent a shiver through you. You scrunch your nose in disgust, practically tasting the metal with each high-pitched scrape.

"Yeah, well... He' s probably imagining a hundred different ways he could."

Phillip says handing you the open can. Your shoulders slumped in disappointment. More soup? Great...

As Phillip reached for another can he glanced over at Soap catching his eye. Smiling in amusement. He seemed unbothered by the situation perhaps even enjoying how he was getting under Soaps skin.

"Should I be worried about being here alone with him tomorrow?"

Phillip shakes his head as he opens his own can.

"Soap is one of the good ones... one of the best. Besides, their feelings are mine to shoulder."

You nod glancing over at them. Soap is now turned to Price as he speaks to his team. It was strange to you how Phillip was brushing off the tension between him and the men. Even the way he spoke about Soap despite his malice. He was choosing to see the good in them and it was clear he held Price in high regards. That was the trait of a much more likable man than the three were making him out to be.

But the question still stands, if Phillip respects Price and his team so much, then why do they hold so much hatred towards him? What is it that you aren't seeing?

The next morning everyone was up early packing for their trip back to the city. Soap was still adamant about helping search for Ghost. He didn't seem to be the type who enjoyed sitting back while everyone else got in on the action.

"I know you, Johnny. And right now, your energy is best directed elsewhere. So, you'll stay here and watch the girl while we search for Ghost. That's final."

Soap opens his mouth to object but is halted with one last look from Price. He had had enough arguing. Soap seemed eager for Ghost's return. You wondered how you would feel if they really did find him. How would it be to face the man who abandoned you after promising his help?

You had a lot of things to say to him but, you weren't holding your breath. From what you'd seen Ghost was a difficult man to find and after three days who knows where he could be by now.

You stood a couple feet away your arms crossed over your body in a self-soothing manner. You push away the thought of Ghost and stuff down the rising anger, as you look back at Phillip.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Phillip would be gone, and he was asking you to trust a stranger, one who proved to be nothing but, angry, argumentative, and borderline murderous.

Phillip swung his bag through the open truck window before walking over to you. He tilted his head sympathetically; you might as well have had your feelings tattooed on your forehead with how easily he read you.

"You'll be alright. We'll only be gone a couple days."

Phillip's hands come to your shoulders in reassurance. You nod looking over at the men. Gaz climbs into the truck finding his place in the middle of the front seat while Price stands on the driver's side giving his last instructions to Soap.

"Hey."

Phillip says attempting to gain your attention again. Your eyes snap back to him.

"We'll be fine. Just hang out here, rest for a bit and before you know it, I'll be back. And when I am we'll search the map for somewhere cool to go, huh?"

You couldn't help but smile at that. Phillip was good at remaining optimistic. He made things easy.

You didn't know him well and may have only just met days prior but, you have come to care for him. Even enough to consider him a friend. Which is important in a world like this.

Despite this, you still couldn't calm the gnawing pit of anxiety in your stomach.

"What about the sanctuary?"

You ask hugging your arms tighter to your chest.

"If there really is a sanctuary, it's not going anywhere. So, we can afford to take a couple detours for adventure, right?"

You only smile in return. Phillip was right. What was the point in rushing towards something that wasn't even guaranteed?

"Come on, sweetheart."

Phillip says pulling you into a hug. His chin rests on the top of your head.

"Don't declare me dead just yet."

He jokes. You returned the hug loosely. The affection was new to you but not unwelcome. After a few moments, the sound of the truck horn beeps shortly, and he pulls away. Price starts up the truck from his place in the driver's seat. His elbow resting through the opened window. Soap steps back and glances at Phillip as well still glaring daggers at him.

"Duty calls."

Phillip mumbles and you chuckle in response. He turns away his hand lingering on your shoulder as long as his arm's length would allow as he heads to the passenger side.

Your anxiety tightened its hold on you. Soap was here so, no matter the outcome, you wouldn't be alone. But what was company if you didn't trust them? If they didn't make you feel safe? Somehow the thought of that scared you even more. The worry settled deep in your chest. If Phillip didn't return, you would just be abandoned once again.

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buckysgrace · 6 months ago

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9. Owner of A Lonely Heart

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC/Tommy Hagan x Fem!OC

Now That We Don't Talk

CW: Stepcest, cheating

Billy

Tommy’s negative attitude carried over into the next day when he returned, continuing to ignore everyone. He seemed intent on making everyone miserable, but Billy wasn’t going to let that bother him. Not when he felt like he was getting somewhere with Nora. His daughter.

It felt odd to think that, so strange that he hadn’t even spoken it outloud. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to and he definitely didn’t want to confuse her. But he liked listening to her, sitting by her when she doodled and playing with her. He couldn’t believe that he had helped create something so soft and kind. Like she had taken the best parts from him.

He had offered to take up story time that night, even though he was sure he was pressing his boundaries. But Tommy hadn’t been there and Kim was more than happy to pass him the book she’d been reading to Nora. She had suggested taking time to take a nice bath, but the look she gave him told him that she had plans for later.

And Nora had let him know when he was reading it wrong. She did her best to explain how each character spoke, when they were being silly or just talking in a normal tone. He was surprised she had fallen asleep at all, considering the questions that followed after each time too.

He messed with his lighter in the kitchen, his leg bouncing on the stool as he imagined how nice a cigarette would be right now. It’d been some time since he’d had one, but the cravings never truly left. Tomorrow. His goal was to get a new pack tomorrow.

“When are you leaving?” Tommy’s voice made him jump, his fingers nearly hitting the open flame before he dropped it on the floor. He shook his head, bewildered by his interruption as he bent down to scoop the lighter up.

“Uh,” Billy paused for a moment, “I’m not sure. I got that interview, so-, I guess once I get enough for an apartment.” He said seriously, thinking about the auto shop he’d finally gotten through to. He hoped it would work out.

“I can cover your first few months if you need it.” Tommy suggested, his eyebrows furrowed together as angry lines filled his expression. Billy nodded slowly, flicking his tongue across his bottom lip.

“Is something wrong?” He asked tiredly, feeling like there was no point in dragging this out. He wasn’t one for the dramatics. If something was wrong, he preferred for him to just spit it out. It was that easy.

“Do you feel something for Kim?” Tommy turned towards him quickly, his dark eyebrows furrowed together as his brown eyes filled with anger. Billy blinked slowly, thinking about what Kim had said yesterday. He didn’t think that Tommy really knew about them, but now he wasn’t too sure.

“What?” He asked, losing his composure for a second as he tried to read his friend's expression. All he was met with was bitter fury. There was no denying that.

“Are you attracted to Kim?” Tommy asked slowly, “Your sister.” He crossed his arms, holding his chin up high before he swallowed harshly. Billy rolled his tongue across his teeth, trying to bite back his own complicated feelings. He reminded himself that it would all be worth it, even if they hurt Tommy. He didn’t want to, but he wanted to be with Kim. And there was only one way to do that.

“She’s not my sister,” He replied at first, watching as Tommy scoffed and dropped his hands, “Why would you ask me that?” He questioned him slowly, watching as he dropped his head and shook it.

“I think I saw something the other night?” He mumbled, questioning himself as he pushed his hands through his dark hari. Billy stared at him, even though he was sure he already knew what he was talking about. There was a reason he had rushed out so suddenly. Apparently he hadn’t drunk as much as Billy had originally thought.

“What are you talking about?” Billy tilted his head, searching for more answers. His pulse had quickened, his nerves growing as he waited for the truth to come out. It just needed to come out. It would be easier that way.

“Don’t bullshit me,” He said as he pointed a finger at him angrily, “You and Kim. You’re fucking. How sick are you?” He spit out all at once, his voice growing louder and angrier as the look in his eye grew more intense. He breathed in deeply, unsure of where to start.

“Tommy-,”

“I invited you into my fucking house, let you live here for free,” He rambled off in fury, “And you screw my wife.” He held his hands up in dismay, laughing like it was funny. Billy began to bounce his leg, feeling a little jittery.

“I can explain.” He told him as he rubbed his fingers across his chin, having a feeling that he wouldn’t be interested in anything he had to say. He had no apologies either, he was just going to come clean. Even if it was blunt and hurtful. It was the truth.

“What? That it was an accident? That you didn’t mean for it to happen?” Tommy asked him with wide eyes, looking surprised as he gestured back towards him.

“No,” Billy said at last, “None of that. It wasn’t an accident.” He stood to meet Tommy, unsure of what he could really say or do to make it better. He had done a terrible thing, something awful. But he wasn’t going to pretend like he wouldn’t do it again. It wasn’t a mistake. He wanted to be with Kim despite all things.

The feeling of Tommy’s fist colliding with his cheek echoed across his face, taking him by surprise as the pain jolted down his body. He kept his chin pointed down towards the floor for three seconds, reminding himself that Tommy had a right to be angry before he acted too out of control.

He rubbed at his face, knowing that he deserved it. He really did. He met Tommy’s angry gaze, his heart pounding roughly inside of his chest as he took another deep inhale.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He said at last as the room grew chilly. It was the truth. Tommy meant a lot to him. He had been selfish before, but when he was young he never thought things would get this deep. He knew Kim didn’t either. But they had to deal with it now.

Tommy continued to stare at him, his features hardening as he pressed his lips tightly together. He rubbed his fingers over his knuckles thoughtfully, leaving Billy in worry. Things were going to get bad.

“I want you out.” He said softly, fury radiating off of him as he pushed at Billy’s shoulder again. Billy took a step back, trying to keep a safe distance between the two of them. He wasn’t going to like what he had to say next.

“I’m not leaving without my family.” He told him seriously, watching as Tommy just seemed to seethe even worse.

“Then you and Kim can leave.” He gestured angrily towards him, challenging him. Billy knew he was waiting for what was to come.

“Nora too.” He told him gently, trying to remain calm as Tommy’s life fell apart in front of him. He may not have been happy with how it was going, but he was certainly going to mourn it. It was quiet for a heartbeat, for a second too long.

“She’s not yours.” Tommy’s voice shook as he spoke, his anger falling away into grief. Billy felt awful, terrible. But at least he knew. At least Tommy could pick up the pieces and go on with his life now. That had to amount to something.

“What’s going on?” Kim asked horrified as she walked down the stairs, her eyes wide as her gaze landed on Billy, “What happened to your face?” She asked seriously, making him frown as he brought his hand back up to his face.

“I want you out,” Tommy huffed angrily, “I want a divorce.” He pointed angrily at her this time, making her eyes widen as it all came towards her in a rushed heat. He sighed deeply, wishing she didn’t have to face him.

“What are you talking about?” She gulped harshly, pressing her fingers into fists as she balanced her weight from foot to foot. Tommy laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from her.

“He knows,” Billy mumbled, wincing as he pressed down on his sore skin again, “He knows everything.” He told her truthfully, watching as the emotions rushed across her features. She was quiet for a moment, likely trying to find the right thing to say too.

“Tommy, I-,” She breathed in deeply, “I’m so sorry. I know this is hard to-,”

“Get out.” He said simply, resting against the counter as he glared at her. She nodded her head, looking like she knew there was no fight left. At least they both understood that. They waited for a moment until Tommy turned and left, disappearing down the hallway.

“What are you bringing?” Billy questioned her softly, following her in the opposite direction as she headed to her room. She furrowed her eyebrows together, shaking her head for a moment.

“As much as I can,” She spoke, looking like she was in a haze, “I don’t know how long we’ll be gone.” She moved her hand to his chin, examining the aching side of his face before he pulled away. They could deal with that later.

“I don’t think he’ll want us back.” He reminded her, watching the realization set in her eyes. He wondered if he had fucked up, if she had really wanted to be with him.

“Nora is sleeping,” She gulped harshly, “But she’s going to want her toys. Some blankets for sure. All of her clothes.” She listed things off of the top of her head, sighing softly as she dropped her forehead against his. He held onto her, rocking her back and forth.

“Do you need help?” He asked her softly as he tried to ignore the guilt that was sitting inside of him. He hoped that Tommy would understand one day.

“I just need my clothes,” She breathed deeply before she raised her eyes towards his, “What happened?” She tilted her head as she pulled away, pulling bags free from the closet.

“He confronted me,” He said slowly, “And I told him the truth.” He watched as she rubbed at her eyes, looking exhausted.

“Billy.”

“He already knew,” He defended himself, “I didn’t do it just so you’d end up homeless.” He said a little harsher than he meant to, but he didn’t want it to seem like he had done it on purpose.

“I didn’t say that,” She inhaled deeply, “I’m just trying to not panic.” She rubbed her hands together, looking nervous as she glanced around the room again. He could see the gears behind her eyes twisting and turning, forming the next plan.

“Don’t panic,” He told her seriously, “I’ll work on Nora’s stuff. Quietly.” He promised, not wanting to wake the sleeping toddler either. He didn’t want her to be worried either. It would make things harder. He was slightly anxious, wondering if she’d ever accept him as her father.

“Okay.” Kim nodded her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she flicked her tongue across her bottom lip. She began to pull clothes out, shaking her head like she was trying to remove her negative thoughts.

“Don’t panic,” He told her softly, cupping her face as he brushed his fingers across her cheek, “I’m really sorry about this.” He promised her, hoping that she wouldn’t hate him for what happened.

“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,” She clarified, even though he disagreed, “I’m just scared about how Nora will react.” She promised as she pressed a gentle kiss against his thumb, making him feel a little better.

“I know,” He kissed her softly, unable to help himself, “I’ll get her things.” He told her gently, watching the quick way she began to gather her things up. She didn’t seem too keen about sticking around either.

He gathered up Nora’s things into the reusable bags he’d found. He was glad that her clothes were so tiny, since it seemed much easier to toss all of her things together. He worked on her toys next, carefully removing her dolls from her bed to put them away.

She slept on her back, her hands raised towards her head as her pink curls were sprawled out underneath her. Her little lips were parted, expression relaxed as she slumbered on. He felt bad, extremely guilty for how her life would be changed overnight.

He took her bags out, then grabbed his things and carried them down into the trunk. He really had been smart to just live out of his suitcase. It made everything easier.

He gathered up the things Kim clearly valued next. The blankets she had clearly created, her books that were loved on and some of the drawings that Nora had created. Then he gathered up some food, deciding that it was only safe.

“I think I got everything,” Kim whispered as she carried her things down, “I’ll grab Nora in a minute.” She listed off the top of her head, eyes moving as she tried to recall if she was forgetting anything.

“I can get her,” He offered, chewing on his bottom lip, “Go get your things put away.” He told her seriously, ensuring that she could carry it out before he turned on his heel.

He walked back up the stairs, then gently opened her room as he glanced up at the little stars on her ceiling. He’d get her some more when they had a place of their own. When everything was in place and not a mess. He’d make it up to her.

“Hi,” He told her gently, feeling bad as he lifted her up into his arms. She was warm and soft, though her features wrinkled up into confusion, “Hey, you can keep sleeping. We’re just going to go on a little trip.”

“Whewe?” She asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes before she dropped her head onto his shoulder roughly.

“Maybe to see dolphins,” He promised as he gently carried her down the stairs, glad that Tommy wasn’t there to see them. He’d probably end up with another bruise if so, “Your mommy is outside.” He told her as he gently carried her out

“Not my toes.” She whispered, furrowing her eyebrows together tightly before she was out again. He smiled gently, pausing before he allowed himself to kiss the top of her head. He thought he should be allowed to do so now.

“I can take her,” Kim met him at the car, still looking distressed as he gently passed Nora to her, “Is there anything else you need?” She asked softly, still looking a little hazy at the moment. Like she hadn’t processed what had just happened.

“I didn’t come with much.” He told her gently, reaching out to squeeze at her elbow gently. She furrowed her eyebrows together, appearing to be going through her mental checklist.

“Her bunny,” She said quickly as she met his eyes, “She loves it. I need to get it really quickly.” She began to walk around him before he grabbed her softly, making her stop.

“I can.” He reassured her, wanting her to take a second to sit down and relax. She watched him for a second, eyes drifting back towards the mark that was forming on his face. “Are you sure?” She asked him as she breathed in deeply, her worries and nerves painted across her features. He felt bad for her, wishing that he would’ve been here to fix things a long time ago.

“I’m not scared,” He chuckled as he touched her chin softly, “Trust me. It’ll be fine. Go ahead and get in the car.” He held the door open for her, making a point to watch her crawl inside and sit there before he shut it.

He raced back inside, taking two steps at a time until he walked into Nora’s little room again. He hoped this new beginning would be good. That it wasn’t selfish.

He gripped the bunny, taking in how worn and torn it was from being loved on. He looked around the room for a moment, wondering if he had ruined his daughter’s life before it had even started. He hoped not.

He made his way down the stairs, wondering what Tommy would do with the house. Pictures still remained on the walls, but he had seen Kim take all the photo albums. He pondered on if Tommy would toss them or keep them. He figured he wouldn’t ever find out.

“Here,” Tommy grumbled, but his eyes told a different story as he thrust the money into Billy’s hand, “That’s for a hotel. Just for tonight.” He said roughly, looking like he didn’t trust him with the money.

“I owe you.” He said honestly, not expecting him to be so kind. He didn’t owe them anything.

“It’s not for you,” He hissed, looking angry all over again, “It’s for that poor little girl up there. You’ve ruined her life, you know that right?” He questioned him, hammering that fear deep inside of Billy.

“She’ll understand one day.” He mumbled, hoping that was the truth. He wasn’t sure how things would work out, but he would be with Kim. That's what mattered.

“Just fuck off.” Tommy shook his head, looking defeated this time as he walked away. He watched for just a moment, wondering how he would make up for a betrayal like this. He didn’t think he ever could. He just hoped that Tommy was able to be even happier than they were. He deserved it.

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keep-the-wolves-close · 6 months ago

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The Hound’s Pursuit

Chapter 1: Crossroads of Chaos

Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the movie Triple Frontier and I don’t claim to have created its original characters. The only characters that belong to me are Juniper and JD. This is posted for pure entertainment, and I do not make profit off of this.

Warnings: mentions of violence, language, PTSD (I think), tension between old friends, mentions of dead bodies, anxiety, dread, loss.

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x Juniper “Hound” Winters

Word Count: 2,629ish

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it! A little nervous about this one.

“No,” Juniper’s face sharpened intensely at her older brother’s buddy Santiago from special ops, who breezed in through the door to the bar. “Absolutely not.” She frowned as she observed Santiago searching for the room, and when he spotted the siblings he strutted the rest of the way over to them.

Pope called out to grab her brother’s attention. “Deadeye!”

Juni felt her shoulders tense. Every time this man showed up, some hare-brained scheme was attached and it left her waiting in the wings worried sick about whether or not her brother, friends, and herself would come back in one piece.

JD screwed his face up at her reaction to their friend. He understood her trepidation when it came to Pope showing up out of the blue, but he’d welcome any of his friends with open arms any time. Pope had an over the shoulder laptop bag that he swiftly set down next to a chair on JD's side of the table. Pope set a black plastic clipboard, the kind that had storage once you opened it, down on the table.

Juni eyed it suspiciously, remembering the day he’d come to her and JD to ask for help with the last mission in Brazil taking down the well known criminal powerhouse that was Lorea. They were rich for a few short days. Until they weren’t. The thought of how Redfly’s family was making out crossed her mind.

To Juni, the bar suddenly felt like the locker room at the gym before Benny’s fight, the night Pope gathered them all to sell his scheme. The whole group gathered together, debating whether to trust Pope’s latest get rich scheme or not. Whether they could even achieve it. Juni laid her reservations of the cons outweighing the pros out on the floor before Benny bit at them to focus because he was going into his fight.

She remembered the look Will gave her like it was yesterday. The silent agreement with her solid points. Juni looked back to the clipboard. Unless they were files from the job he’d just come off of, Juniper just knew that meant he was here on business. She’d only ever seen that portable clipboard when he was working.

The last time he’d shown up brought chaotic planning and action. They went from being together, watching Benny fight, to being in Brazil seeing the arsenal Pope had acquired over the years, within 24 hours. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this time was no different. She could smell chaos brewing from that clipboard. The feeling of the heavy weight of her holding Redfly’s body wrapped up made her shudder. The memory of carrying her fallen friend made nausea creep up her throat.

Her mind worked quickly to figure out what Pope could be up to. Could it be Lorea’s son? A family member? Someone Lorea worked closely with wanting revenge? No, the family hadn’t gotten a good enough look at them on the way out. Could it be another big guy Pope had been gunning for since becoming a full time hired gun advisor? She could hear her heartbeat in her ears. Her breathing sped up as all of the endless possibilities sped through her mind. The mumbles of conversation swirled around her and the clinking of the glasses were an ample reminder of the war going on in her mind. The dim lights, almost deafeningly bright.

JD rose from his chair and clapped hands with the subject of Juniper’s ire. The intrusive noise added to her annoyance. “Hey man, good to see ya! Didn’t know you were back in town,” he chuckled, cutting through the tension between his sister and Pope. The men slapped each other on the back and released each other. JD welcomed Pope with an easy grin, oblivious to his sister’s internal battle. All Juniper could feel was dread pooling in her stomach. The last few times he had shown up brought nothing but chaos and extra therapy sessions.

Juni glanced between the clipboard and her brother. Her heart thudded in her chest as she wondered if JD had already been roped into whatever Pope had come here to discuss. Part of her wanted to shield JD from anymore trauma, but she knew he would make his own decision regardless of her fears. During the mission in Brazil, they’d come close to losing everything. She couldn’t let that happen again.

It was like her brother could feel her rising anxiety. JD knew Pope probably had some idea in his head, and considering how the last one ended, it was a shot in the dark on whether he would accept it or not. Despite the warmth of the bar reddening his cheeks, he felt the bite of the cold air of the upper Andes snap at his face and a shot rang out in his head. A flash of Redfly falling forward, and their special ops brother’s blood splattering across his face crossed his mind.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of the memory feeling his breathing begin to slow down and even out from the almost hollow breaths the memory had caused him to take. He rubbed his fingers against his palms trying to get rid of the sweat that had started to push through his pores. A wave of survivor’s guilt hit him. He didn’t blame Pope. It could have happened to any of them. It was just bad luck. He still trusted Pope, but after Redfly, it was a shaky foundation that his blind acceptance stood on. He glanced down before meeting Juni’s gaze.

He looked her over, catching her straight back and the fidgeting of her trigger finger and silently shook his head. Juni felt her chest release ever so slightly when she spotted the slight hesitation in her brother’s eyes. At least she wasn’t about to be barraged with the news that her brother would be heading off on some idiotic mission.

“Yeah it was a last minute thing. I didn’t even know until this morning.” Pope paused to glance in Juniper’s direction. Her face remained unchanged from the foul, unamused look. A slow smirk spread across Pope’s lips. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the ankle biter! How you been, Juni?”

A voice boomed out from by the entryway, “Pope, JD!”

Juniper blanched when she realized who the voice belonged to. Something was off. Benny and Frankie showing up and at the same time as her and her brother, definitely smelled like Pope was up to something. She loved Benny and Frankie like brothers, but they never showed up at the same time unless it was planned. She glared over at JD while he was occupied with the commotion of his brethren showing up.

“Benny boy!” Pope spun around with his arms outstretched, his antagonization of Juniper forgotten. Following behind Benny, the other heathen of the group, Frankie stepped into the bar. Benny’s brother, Will, strode through the door last.

She leaned against the back of her chair and propped her elbow along the top of her seat, observing four out of the five men act like children. Seeing all of them so carefree and happy, even for a few minutes, made a soft grin sprout on her face. As much as Pope’s presence had her on edge, she didn’t really hate him. She just wished he wouldn’t bring trouble around as much. Nothing could ever be a simple visit for Pope.

Catching Will’s eyes glimmering at her between the guys, Juniper’s smile widened at the quietest Miller. She and Will were the most moderately tempered of the group. The ones who had the most control of their tempers, anyhow. Choosing their words carefully, the logistical, analytical thinkers. The observers.

When the group was together, they often sat quietly with each other, keeping a watchful eye on the rest of the troublemaking group. They talked, but more often than not the conversations were non-verbal. Slight nods here, gentle touches there. If there was one thing William Miller was good at doing, it was speaking with his eyes. Will parted his way through the group and opened his arms to her.

Juni stood slowly and moved towards Will. She felt the eyes of her brother and the rest of the gang lock onto her as she returned Will’s open arms. His warm voice caressed her ear as he leaned into the hug, “Junebug.” Goosebumps blossomed down her neck from the sound of the nickname he had given her years ago. Her heart fluttered at the affection.

She was tempted to tell herself that it was a particular mission, or an exact moment that she’d gained a soft spot for Will. But she knew the truth. The second those stony blue eyes batted their lashes at her, she’d been a goner.

With her face tucked into his shoulder, she murmured, “Hey, Will.” His warmth felt like a safety net from Pope’s chaotic presence and the storm that always trailed behind him. The goosebumps continued to sprout along her spine when he splayed his hands on her back, anchoring her.

“So, you less mad that I’m here now?” Pope’s voice cut through the moment, ripping her out of the cocoon of enchantment Will always seemed to wrap her in.

Juniper hesitantly pulled away from Will, the loss of his warmth snapping her back to reality when Pope’s words settled in. “No, actually. I’m not.”

Pope sputtered at her admission.

“Because when you show your face, you’ve got some wild get rich quick scheme that’s dangerous and life threatening.” Everyone’s face darkened when they thought of Brazil.

Pope reached down next to the table and picked up a laptop bag. He laid it on the table, keeping his eyes on his hands, and pushed it toward Juni. Looking up at her through his thick lashes, “but with you there JR,” he turned on the charm but Juni’s face remained sharp, “we’ll have the best Hound on the scent.”

Juni’s heart dropped at his use of her special ops nicknames sending unwanted thoughts and flashes screaming in her mind. Redfly taking too long because he got greedy, messing up the timing of the plan. The Lorea family almost catching them. Crashing in the mountains. She steeled her face and squared her shoulders. Memories of crash landing at the top of the Andes, and the kid from the village attacking them took over her mind. The group almost lost everything the last time. She couldn’t sit and watch it happen again. “Absolutely not.”

Pope’s face became crestfallen at her quick dismissal. Juni’s eyes fell to the floor. She knew Pope was just trying to give them opportunities to make the rest of their lives easy, but the repercussions that inevitably followed weren’t always worth the weight of the risk.

Pope scoffed at her refusal. “C’mon Juni, you're the key to making this work.”

“Me being there the last time didn’t stop anything! What would it stop this time?!”

“That’s exactly why we need you, Juni. To make sure it doesn’t happen again. We both know you’re the best chance we have. Me and the guys are lost without you.”

“Do you honestly think —,” her words began to tumble out in panic. Will placed a hand on her lower back to offer comfort. Benny and Frankie shot each other concerned glances at Juni raising her voice. She was like Will and didn’t do it often. “Getting caught with my pants around my ankles in the fuckin’ jungle isn’t exactly something I wanna do again. I almost didn’t get us out of the tight spot we were in then.”

“You and Benny got outta there just fine! You’re a deadly combo!” Pope continued to lay on the convincing. “You and Will are a fatal pair. If you two knock your heads together on this one, we’ll be set!”

“Pope, what the fuck?” JD yelled when he noticed the military posture pulled out of his sister. A sense of guilt hit him, realizing just how much Pope affected her with his words, and how often he’d let it happen. A sense of protectiveness washed over him toward his sister and he glared at Pope. The bullet scar she carried reminded him of the stakes at hand.

“There’s a reason we called her the Hound, JD.” Pope tried to smooth his proposition to Juni over. “For this one we’d need a little more recon than the last one. She’s the best person for it.”

Juni glanced at Will, his fingers gently rubbing her lower back. There was trepidation in his eyes. He wanted to trust that Pope knew what he was doing, but after Brazil, he wasn’t so sure how far he would jump for Pope anymore. Juni could see that Will was hesitant. She knew exactly what she had to do because no one else would.

“Santiago Garcia, I said no,” her voice was harsh and raw. She grabbed her jacket and purse. Thinking about all the ways whatever Pope’s idea was could go wrong. She gave a sharp look at her brother. “Joseph Winters,” he winced at her tone, “if I even hear the slightest hint that you’re going to go along with whatever his idiotic plan is? So help me god.”

She gave an irritated look to the rest of the group. They should know better after the last time. “We’re not the fucking Avengers.” She paused, hoping the statement would bring everybody back down off the ledge. “We can’t save everyone. Hell, we barely made it out of —,” her voice caught and her hands balled into fists shaking with rage, fingernails digging into her palms — “Brazil alive.”

“Look Juni,” Pope tried to calm her, holding his hands out in surrender. “I get it. But this time is different. I can’t do this without you.” She looked like she was ready to throw a punch, and Benny sidled up next to her and his brother, ready to jump in and stop the fury that was Juniper Winters.

Pope took a step back, seeing the turbulent violence behind her eyes. The air around the group shifted. It popped and crackled with Juni’s anger. Seeing Benny come between them, brought an understanding to the situation he hadn’t had before. He pointed to the laptop, “with that information and any other details you find, you’ll be the most knowledgeable person in the group. You’ll know the terrain, how many people, you’ll have maps and rap sheets, blueprints. Security details. You’ll be the best equipped person to keep us alive.”

Juni stood between Benny and Will, chewing on her lip as she stared at the ground. Pope’s voice softened, making her look up at him. “Meet up with us tomorrow and at least hear me out first.”

Will gave Juni’s waist a soft pinch. She moved her gaze over to him. The look Will was giving her told her he understood her reservations. He squeezed her side, letting Juni know that if she decided to be there, he’d have her back the entire time.

Juni huffed at Pope while holding eye contact with Will. The healed bullet wound gave a phantom throb as she weighed everything. If she went and didn’t like what she heard, she could leave. It would be as simple as that. On the other hand, she wouldn’t be able to watch over her brother if she didn’t go. Or the guys. “Okay, fine.”

Pope prematurely celebrated. “Yes!”

Juni held out a finger to Pope, effectively shutting him up. “But I reserve the right at any time to tell you all you’re a bunch of fuckin’ dumbasses and leave.” She looked through the group, letting her point sink in. Frigid fear of uncertainty freezing her.

#triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier #will miller fanfic #will miller/ofc #benny miller #frankie morales #santiago pope garcia #fanfiction #fanfic

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annabelle-creart · 2 months ago

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Boulder the Dino-bot. Shenanigans, part 8

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Heatwave: hey guys! Wanna play a cube round?

Chase: but we need at least 4 players

Blades: I'm not playing, it is only needed a pair number

Heatwave: sure?

Blades: sure, go ahead

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Chase: Heatwave? Blades, do you know where he is?

Blades: hm? Nope, sorry

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Heatwave: hi, Blades

Blades: hi- wow!

Heatwave: what?

Blades: You look like if you swam in a mud puddle, what happened?

Heatwave: I was with Boulder and Graham searching snails

Blades: ...snails?

Heatwave: I just wanted to pay an optic on them

Blades: okay...

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Blades: Chase? Oh, there you are. Where's Heatwave?

Chase: Ah, I don't know, why?

Blades: Usually Heatwave is with you, how weird

Heatwave: were you looking for me?

Blades: yes, where were you?

Heatwave: Boulder asked me to help with a project

Chase: why?

Heatwave: because Boulder needed help

Blades: yeah...

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Chase: Blades! Blades? Oh, hi, Heatwave

Heatwave: 'sup

Chase: I thought Blades was here but I was searching for you. Ah, do you wanna play with me?

Heatwave: to finally beat you in that damn game? Yes please!

Chase: just to ask, where's Blades?

Heatwave: Dani and Graham are out and they went with them

Chase: why are you not with them?

Heatwave: is not my kind of hobby, and Blades is with Boulder, I don't need to watch on them

Chase: oh, well, at least you have time now

Heatwave: I always have time

Chase: not for me, when you're not doing something important you're with Boulder

Heatwave: not always!

Chase: yesterday you passed the whole day with the bot

Heatwave: I did not!

Heatwave: ...did I?

Chase: you had been acting weird since Boulder's plant died. But I can't get if you're pleasing them for pity or because you're getting interested on them

Heatwave: none of them! Boulder needs help and I'm just helping. Look, Chase, I am fine about Boulder, now, we will play, I will beat you, and you are not going to say anything else about the topic, right?

Chase: you always pick the red tokens, why are you choosing the green ones-?

Heatwave: COINCIDENCE!

Chase: ...you´re acting the same as when we met that big bot of the other classroom back at academy-

Heatwave: SHUT UP!

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Back at the new Autobot base (yes, the new one, it is already season 3):

Ratchet, murmuring, and really, really angry

Optimus: Ratchet? Is everything okay?

Ratchet: No it is not! Is like each time we try to do something to fix things we just make them worse!

OP: ...do you want me to look for the rest on the panel while you get some rest?

Ratchet: no, no, we don´t have time to rest. Did you called for the bots on that island?

OP: I haven´t, I don´t want to alarm them

Ratchet: You should! Shockwave is not an easy target, if he or any of the decepticons finds out about them, things will get... ugly

Miko: In what sense?

Ratchet: DAMMIT! KID, SINCE WHEN ARE YOU THERE?!

Miko: I never left. But talking seriously, I´ve heard that island has good tech and the bots living there but, how ugly can it get if Decepticons finds them?

Ratchet: ...

OP: ...let´s just leave it in ugly

Ratchet: they all worry me, and if those bots have phantom protocol on them...

Miko: Phanthom what? What's that?

OP: It was a blocked code some classes of bots have, to make it simple, it is for manipulation. It swipes their original code and makes the bot an obedient machine, it is called phantom because it leaves the bot´s spark like one

Ratchet: We erased that part of the code of other Autobots long time ago, but if those bots on that island still have it... I don´t know how could we save them if that happens

OP: medics and rescue bots shouldn´t have it

Ratchet: anyone of any class could be a rescue bots, if any of those bots was an enforcer, miner or any low class that could fight before becoming a rescue bot, they surely have phantom protocol installed

Miko: That means that the dinobot of there could also have it?

Ratchet: That bot is who worries me the most

OP: Our first priority is to keep Decepticons array, I´ll warn the rescue bots but for the moment... keep everything as if nothing happens

Miko: So, I can´t still tell Bulkhead about this creepy information

OP: Indeed

Ratchet: not even Jack, the less people know about this, the better

Miko: Fine! Get it...

#Boulder the Dino-bot #transformers #maccadam #rescue bots #tf #tf rescue bots #tfrb #tfp #tf au #tf prime #tfrb blades #tfrb heatwave #tfrb chase #tfp ratchet #tfp optimus prime #tfp miko

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 1 year ago

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I would love a BCC smut headcannon fic! I’ll leave it up to you! Not many people write about all of them. Thank you! 😊

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An: This started out as some form of head cannons and turned out to whatever this is. I honestly don't know what this is.

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

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Word count: 835

Summary: When Regal betrayed the BCC they were in search of a new leader and somehow you fit the part. You should have read the fine print

When Regal turned on the BBC months ago I didn’t know what to expect. Sure we all knew it would happen at some point but did that point need to be right now? I had the pleasure of being ringside for the match against Mox and MJF, I saw firsthand the look of betrayal on Jon’s face once he realized what had happened.

The next few weeks were a bit of a daze, originally I was just being used as a distraction, as bait for this feud with Max. I honestly didn’t mind it, I still hated him for what happened during our days in the pinnacle so when Regal came to me with the idea I had to accept. Now that he’s gone the BCC needed a leader. I would assume the torch would be passed to Mox or Danielson but me? What did they see in me? Why did they want me to take over their sacred club?

Those next weeks as the new leader of the BCC went well, almost too well. We would travel and room together since that’s what factions do but I always felt like there was something else. The way the boys would exchange looks between the other hoping I didn’t realize but I always did. The way they would get jealous when other male talent approached me backstage. I almost felt like I was pray and they were predators waiting to find the right moment to attack.

Tonight I had a match on Dynamite against Hikaru Shida, of course the boys needed to be ringside for my match. When I arrived at the arena I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, almost like I did something wrong. Just then Shida came up to me.

“Hey Y/n!” Shida said, approaching me with a big smile

“Hi Shida, you ready for tonight?” I asked

“I’m ready to kick your ass” She said laughing “But I came to give you a bit of a heads up”

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

“I think your little club is mad at you?” Shida said to me before a “Good luck”, with that she left

I stood in the middle of the entrance frozen in fear. What did I do? Everyone knows not to piss off the blackpool combat club. Trying to prepare myself for the absolute worst I walked down a few halls until I made it to our private locker room. I knocked on the door, no response, so I knocked again, still nothing. I slowly opened the door and realized it was pitch black in the room, just then I felt someone grab my arm and pull me inside.

I tried to move, make a sound, but I couldn't. Whoever grabbed me had a tight grab on my wrists from behind with one hand, the other covering my mouth. Still I tried to escape but then I felt it and I realized exactly what was going on. I could feel the hard erection pressed against my ass. My body now was able to relax, just for a moment. Then that’s when I realized that it was Mox who held me, at least I thought it was, I was still in the dark.

Just then the mystery man let go of me and the bright lights turned on, revealing the entire blackpool combat club.

“Where were you yesterday?” Mox asked as he slowly approached me, now face to face

I didn’t know how to respond

“I’m asking you a question: doll face, where were you?” Mox asked again, voice louder this time

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

“That’s just not good enough, you see we don’t appreciate you not joining us yesterday” Danielson said “The BCC we eat, we sleep, we train together. You know this. So why weren't you here yesterday?”

I didn’t know what to say, truthfully I wanted to travel to the show alone today. I was starting to grow a bit uncomfortable at times, I swear Yuta was watching me in the shower the other day.

“What’s the matter? Cat got ya tongue?” Mox said as he grabbed me once again, pressing my ass against the bulge in his jeans. “You feel that Y/n? This is what you do to me, I’m pretty sure you do this to all of us. I’m going to say this once baby so you better listen. You may be the leader of this club but I will tell you what to do. Part of your job Y/n, will be to help me out with this little problem I have here alright?”

Just then, Mox gave the others a nod to which Yuta, Claudio and Bryan left the room leaving me and Mox alone.

What have I gotten myself into?

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free-luigi-mangione · 27 days ago

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sorry for yelling in your inbox yesterday, i was just soooo shocked and i couldn't believe my eyes. i genuinely believe there is no one better than kfa to handle this case, but i'll admit i think the way their pr person has handled everything so far is disappointing. i just hope there won't be any other slip-ups because at the end of the day, luigi is the only person who will face the consequences and pay for other people's mistakes. i'm tired just thinking about the fights i'll have to have with people when luigi does/says something and everyone starts yelling "it's his pr team!!!". there were saying that already before this mess, can't imagine what will happen now. this is going to be a mess for his image i believe, because like i said a million times already on here (sorry for repeating myself) it dehumanizes him if we take away his empathy, his words, his agency.

also, happy that the judge agreed to luigi having a computer, but i believe the extention is a joke? a whole 1T of new evidence to review and file motions for, and you only give the team 2 more weeks? luigi, as far as we know, still hasn't seen everything/much of it?

i will also add that i'm pissed he didn't invite the prosecution to fucking move and send the evidence asap. i'm so pissed it's been 24h this isn't good for me lmao

-anon w/ blog

i know you're referencing the letters when you're talking about the "people are shouting pr" thing and i have to say this again: everything Luigi writes in his letters are all him. nobody else except prison staff are checking his letters before they're sent out by snail mail (and they only check letters for security concerns and certainly don't care about pr). especially since inmates cannot bring anything to show to their lawyers during legal visits and are handcuffed during said visits and are also strip searched after the legal visits. nobody is watching over his shoulder as he writes the letters. they're genuinely 100% him and his thoughts and his words.

so to consider his own words, voiced in the only way he is able to right now, as pr strategy is incredibly dehumanising and should not be tolerated or excused at all. the letters are his only connection with the outside world and should not be taken to have any other motives behind them, simply because there are none.

and Luigi and all other inmates have only a limited number of stamps and envelopes available to them at a certain time. he or any other inmate is definitely not able to send out letters to their legal team and get it back and then send it to the people who originally wrote the letters. this would be an insane thing to pull off and is impossible in the way i already mentioned and also because Luigi's letter catalogue and the revealed letters show they're getting to their recipients on time and have not taken double/triple the amount of time they would have taken if the crazy letter checking idea was happening.

so i honestly cannot understand why anybody would think his letters are pr. we've all heard about how he's a very kind and charismatic person. and not a single person has ever been able to say anything negative about him. he is not pretending to be nice in the letters to make people like him. he is just that nice all the time. even in prison.

at least the judge granted an extension :) we have to take what we can get :) also Luigi and his team will be able to review all evidence and submit further motions after the initial motions are submitted to get the court proceedings going. so we need not worry much about whether Luigi will be able to review all discovery. he will certainly get the time to do that. as long as the prosecution hands over all discovery that is.

#also anon i noticed you're writing anon w/ blog so does that mean you now have a blog for all this?? 👀#or did you mean w/o??#luigi mangione #free luigi #asks

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perfctvelvet · 3 months ago

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Midnight II

Pairing: Assistant!Reader/Boss (Original Characters (no names used))

Content: 2nd POV. Smut (18+ only), age gap (all characters over 18), CEO/assistant, assistant!reader, power imbalance, infidelity, teasing, name calling, masturbating (reader masturbates for her boss)

Days later and still no word from the boss about what happened two nights ago. It was embarrassing to come to work the next day knowing what you had done, how you spread your legs so easily for your boss, but when you came into the office the next morning, your boss had a list of tasks for you like she always does. She barely looks at you, but when she does you see nothing behind those icy eyes.

You weren’t sure what that means, or if it’s even worth it to search for said meaning. She's a woman who's spoken for. Having met her spouse a few times before you know there is no chance in hell that marriage is ending any time soon. That alone is enough to make you force yourself to forget about the other night, but imagining the HR nightmare that would ensue makes your stomach twist and turn. She would probably be spared due to her status within the company, but you on the other hand would not make it out alive. They would throw you to the wolves. Not only would you be out of job, you're certain they would blacklist you from working with many of the major companies that operate in this city. You'd have to go back to waitressing, or worse, moving in with your parents. She would turn her cheek the other way while the office skank got tossed out with yesterday's trash.

Thinking about what could happen to you scared the hell out of you. So much so that you found yourself feeling grateful that she was acting as if nothing happened. It was business as usual and no one would suspect a thing. That night was a mistake and clearly your boss wanted to continue being the professional woman she's been groomed to be.

Until she told you you had to work another late night with her.

She promised to let you clock out early Friday afternoon since you'd be out late and have to be back at work by 8 am. She really didn't tell you what needed to be done, just that she needed you to stay late tonight. And once again you watched everyone leave, the janitors leave, and you were alone with your boss in this big building again. You tried to distract yourself with getting ahead on some paperwork you knew your boss was going to need (and that's what she liked about you the most, you were always a step ahead of her when it mattered the most). Everything felt normal, and there was no tension between the two of you at all. However you could feel your neck getting hot. It felt like you had too many layers on despite the temperature in the room being on the cooler side.

Without saying a word you took off your blazer. Her eyes flashed over to you and she instantly noticed how you had unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt. It wasn't like that early so she assumes you must've slipped into the bathroom and made yourself more comfortable. Did that mean you trusted her enough to be able to relax around her?

She didn't mean to stare especially after she internally reprimanded herself for taking advantage of her power over you. When she came in this morning she reminded herself to keep things strictly professional. Yet she made up a reason to stay late with you again. It's not so professional to stare at the exposed skin of your chest. The computer's glow wasn't as flattering as the natural light hitting your skin but you looked so illuminating to her. You wore a necklace with your first initial sitting right in the middle of your chest. She wanted it to dangle in front of her face while you straddled her. She would take the metal between her teeth, disregarding the taste, as a tool to pull you closer to her.

The poise, professional demeanor was beginning to slip through her fingers and she found herself spiraling a little.

"Y/n."

Your name comes out of her mouth before she can process it. It takes you both by surprise. When your eyes meet you feel like you're being electrocuted.

"Come here."

Just as easy is it from her to command you to do something, it's easy for you to listen. You close your laptop and forget about it on the couch in her office. Soon you stand in front of her and you feel like an offering. Her eyes scan over your body before looking up at you. You're taller than her while she sits yet you feel small under her gaze.

"Get on the desk."

She asks and you listen.

Your boss doesn't have to ask you to spread your legs, you're already doing that before you know it. A smile spreads across her face; devious and sincere at the same time. You wore no panties today. In fact you haven't worn panties since she touched you. You told yourself you wanted things to go back to normal, but deep down inside you were waiting for this moment. You would squeeze your legs together in anticipation every time she called your name. You were waiting for the moment your boss decided she wanted more of you.

"No panties little girl?"

No one has ever addressed you like that before and it makes you shiver. The tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, it's all too much for you to handle. You whimper instead of replying to her comment. You're almost ashamed of yourself. However, you go to hide your face, she stops you. She grabs your jaw with the right amount of strength and makes you look at her.

"I leave you alone for a few days and you start acting like a slut," she's practically mocking you and she loves seeing how you squirm and try to avoid her gaze. "Were you hoping for someone to notice and take you to their office? Who were you expecting to see you like this."

"N-No one ma’am."

"Oh, so you just wore no panties because you felt like it?"

You had no answer for her and you were so embarrassed that she was trying to make you give her an answer.

"Or did you wear no panties to have easy access to yourself? You know there was a big rumor about some of the employees masturbating on the clock. It was about three, four years ago, so it was before you were here. You were probably stuck at that shitty waitressing job while working your way through college. It was just a rumor, but there are some people who just can't help it."

Your boss traced a line into the skin of your thigh. She had you reeling without even doing much. You watched her in meetings, speaking to powerful people, and securing deals, you shouldn't be so shocked that her charm is able to work on you too. But you feel like you're under a binding spell.

"Were you touching yourself today, Y/n?"

You shake your head no. You thought about when you saw her this morning, but you were scared of getting caught by her, someone else, or the cameras.

"So you just wore no panties for fun, huh? That's cute."

She stops touching you and you want to cry. She sits back in her chair and reclines a little bit. She just watches you sit on her cherrywood desk. She contemplates whether or not she should just leave you alone and frustrate you, but she's too indulgent.

"Show me how you would touch yourself during work."

You were uncertain, hesitating more tonight than the other night. That moment lingers in your head and you're sad that your boss might not touch you tonight. You have never masturbated for anybody before, not even with past partners. Your cheeks were so hot you thought your skin would catch fire. You lean back and rest on your elbows. As you lay back, your skirt moves up higher on your thighs. The legs your boss loves to stare at begin to spread wider for her. She was grateful for the Spring weather because you stopped wearing your stockings (although she loved seeing your legs in them).

"Fucking gorgeous," she whispers when she gets to drink in the full sight of your pussy. You were dripping wet, messy and turned on for your boss. The way she looks at you makes you stupidly feel special.

It took everything in her not to park herself between your legs and devour your pussy the way it deserves to be. She wanted to feel every inch of your soft flesh and watch you squirm against her tongue. She was hot under the collar, but she knew how to show restraint.

She watched on as you ran your fingers through the folds she wanted to lick so bad. The tension in your body was fading as you began to feel the pleasure hit your body. You wouldn't be able to forget that your boss is right there watching you play with yourself, but you let yourself relax knowing that she was enjoying this.

"Good girl rubbing that pretty pussy for me," she purrs, "play with your clit, honey. I know you want to."

Your fingers move as soon as the words come out of her mouth. You almost cried out when you pressed your two fingers into your clit, but you were able to just let a weak gasp escape. It wasn't satisfying enough for your boss who wanted to hear you scream, but she can understand why you wanted to be quiet. She made a mental note to somehow get her hands on you in her car one day so she can really hear you scream. Right now she just enjoys the show of you playing with yourself.

Usually when you're having a private moment to yourself, you have your blanket strewn everywhere, your phone is in your hand, and you have music softly playing from your player. You enjoy creating a sensual atmosphere as you masturbate to various things that pique your interest. It's hard to slip into that exact headspace without all of those elements coming together, but with the soft glow of your bosses' office, you felt close to replicating that atmosphere.

"Oh my god," you whisper.

She wasn't expecting to hear you get vocal tonight, but once she heard your voice she wanted more.

"Does that feel good baby? Use your words to tell me how it feels."

"It feels good sir."

You could barely speak a complete sentence as you stumble through the syllables. It felt so good to be touching yourself after a day of having lustful thoughts of your boss.

"I want you to play in your pussy. Finger yourself for me, Y/n."

You don't think your fingers have reached as deep inside of you like they did tonight. Of course if she wanted she could slip in her longer, skilled fingers into you, but she enjoyed being able to kick back and watch a pretty girl get herself off for her. Your fingers splashed in your wetness as you pistoned two digits in and out of your.

In and out. In and out. In and out.

Your boss was addicted to the rhythm and she couldn't pull her eyes away. She thought she was going to pass out at the sound of your fingers inside of your wet pussy. You were dripping so much that she could see a few drops on her desk. Normally she was strict about someone potentially fucking up her desk but right now she doesn't give a damn. She wanted to lick up the drops of your arousal off her desk once you were done. If she doesn't get one taste of you tonight somehow she just might die.

"That's so pretty, Y/n. You're so pretty baby."

She was cooing at you, watching how your chest rose and fell rapidly. You were certain you looked a mess after a long day of work, but your boss made you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. She continued to egg you on while you fingered yourself.

"What are you thinking about, girl? Are you thinking about me touching your pretty body and feasting on your cunt until you're shaking? I know you went home and did exactly this the night I touched you. You're going to cum thinking about all the things I'd do to you."

Her words kissed your skin and suffocated you at the same time. You wanted everything she teased you about. You would do anything to feel her soft lips wrap around your clit while she fingered you instead of you doing it yourself. You know a woman like her can make you cum over and over again. You wish you were the lucky woman who got to welcome her home.

"I'm gonna cum!"

Your fingers curl against your g-spot and you begin to see stars. Never did you think you'd have such an intense orgasm in your life in front of your boss. She watched with a satisfied smirk as you shook and squirmed around your fingers. Watching your juices seep out around your fingers was better than closing that deal on the 35 million development.

After working so hard and doing what she needed to do for this company, She deserved a little treat for being so good. That treat coming in the form of her pretty assistant made it even sweeter.

#f/f smut #f/f #f/f fanfic #smut #lesbian fanfic #lesbian smut #original works #*infidelity #OWYO #*masturbation

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fromkenari · 3 months ago

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I got tagged by @cowboycart3r 💖

Ten people I'd like to know better

Last song: Messy by Lola Young (I always have the Spotify TTH playlist playing in my car, though I skip a lot of it because they so rarely put new things on there, and there's only so many times I can hear "Goodluck, Babe!" before I get annoyed.)

Favorite color: GREEN (any shade)

Last book: Caliban's War (The Expanse Book 2) by James S. A. Corey (It's been a long time since I read a book, so I should pick that back up.)

Last movie: Red One (I was dragged into it kicking and screaming by my mom on Christmas Eve at their house, and I hated every second of it.)

Last TV show: Queen of the South (I'm rewatching it because I've never watched it chronologically, and I miss James. LEAVE ME ALONE.)

Sweet/spicy/savory: All Three At Once (I can't pick just one, and I can't have outright sugary things right now, so I stick to things that are savory with a sweet and spicy sauce.)

Last thing I searched for online: "Alomestria" because I couldn't remember how to spell it, and someone texted me to ask what kind of flowers I have on my desk.

Current obsession: My original characters who I write with other people for roleplay, mostly on Discord. I've been churning out about 4-6k words per day writing scenes with my 1x1 partners but I'm always looking for more!

Looking forward to: When Joe first tagged me on this, I was going to say my birthday party, but now, after yesterday, I'm looking forward to people in Gaza getting humanitarian aid and a chance to hopefully have a sustained period without getting bombed even though Israel has already bombed civilians again so everything is still quite tense while waiting for Israel to sign the damn ceasefire agreement. Also, looking forward to something, anything happening in Venezuela to get them out from under a dictatorship. Oh, and I guess Fandom Trumps Hate sign-ups start on Monday, so I hope people will join me in participating.

Tagging: @spicyvampire @a-mel0n @reginamillls @bisexualalienss @bigassbowlingballhead @listen-to-the-inner-walrus @swagmaster9k @georgiee-22 @lovecolibri @thighzp

#tag game #out of credits

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retrobr · 1 year ago

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Lazytown Shenanigans Pt. 6

Yesterday I completely forgot to write a new post and only remembered to do it now... But we're back, dear people, and this time I'll ramble about only one episode: "The Last SportsCandy."

This time I took a couple of screenshots because one person asked me to do it, so that you understand what I'm talking about in some parts of this post 🙏

Well, let's begin!

"The Last SportsCandy."

The episode started with Robbie searching for Sportacus and wanting to feed him a sugar apple once again. Well, what can I say, the simp is simping as always, good for him /hj

But these dorks weren't the most important part of the episode, since, oh my god, there was something more interesting than that (I'm surprising myself a little by saying that to be honest), because the episode in general really was interesting to watch for me.

Before I get to the most exciting part of the episode, I want to point out that the scene in which Meanswell threw a sack at Stingy and made him shut up brought me a different kind of joy. 😈

Ok well, let's talk about the key part of the episode, finally. I should declare that Robbie is a fucking genius for making a time travel machine. I can't even imagine how he knew the mechanics of time travel and was able to make this idea a reality. And all that time travel concept is SO FREAKING AMAZING in my opinion, because we got to see some more different locations and even new characters once again!!

First of all, I will touch on the topic of the 1950s location. GUYS. THE WAY I GASPED WHEN I SAW THIS.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE VIBES OF THE 50-80S' AND THIS SCENE MADE ME SO GIDDY AND HAPPY AND-

AND WAIT WAIT OMG IS THAT A REAL JOHNNY B??? I MEAN THIS GUY'S OUTFIT LOOKS IDENTICAL TO JOHNNY'S AND WELL. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (if that's really him I'm going to cry out of joy, one of my favorite characters got some more screentime 😭)

And I am genuinely interested to know who these guys are. I sat for a long time, racking my head, trying to figure out who these guys were, but I had no idea. Maybe that's some of Lazytown's citizens who used to live there?..

(if they are not some canonical characters, I should make that blonde girl one of my original characters-)

Let's move on to the time when Johnny SportsCandyseed used to live (unfortunately I didn't remember the exact year, my apologies). OH MY GOD I REALLY LOVED THAT ONE AS WELL. I loved the monochromatic image of this time very much

AND GOOD LORD. ROBBIE'S — or, to be more precise, that Robbie version's — OUTFIT. JUST TAKE A LOOK (I also attached a clearer version; it's saved on my phone for some reason, and I don't remember where I found it)

It gives me the Wild West vibes, like really bad. If you guys follow me because of my NatM stuff, you know for sure how much I'm fond of those cowboy and Wild West themes, and Robbie's outfit kinda looks like it.

Also I'm really interested in knowing who this guy on the left is (maybe I'm just stupid and they said who he is in the episode, but I have no idea tbh)

At first I thought they were both some kind of odd version of Robbie and Sportacus (because the guy on the left looks somewhat like Robbie and Johnny's voice sounds very similar to Sportacus' to my hearing), although that's not true lol. I'm just silly

But I should say that Johnny is probably my new favorite Lazytown character. He is such a silly and goofy man, I'm not sure why but I really like him 🥺💜

I think that's all I wanted to say about the time-traveling part. Also I may be mistaken, but Robbie's "Oops, I did it again" line from the song was a reference to Britney Spears' song. You can hit me baby one more time on my head if I'm wrong guys, I don't mind /j

In the final part of this rambling I would like to say that I was so fucking amused at the rescue scene; the way Sportacus dropped Robbie like a sack of potatoes (while he was in a literal sack) CRACKED ME UP, WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭

In general, I quite liked that episode, mostly because of the aforementioned new characters and locations. It was very well done and shown, and because of that I can say that this episode borders on being my favorite 🤓👍

Thank you guys for your attention, as always. Have a good day 💜

#lazytown shenanigans #lazytown #robbie rotten #sportacus #mayor meanswell #stingy spoilero #my ramblings

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sootonthecarpet · 4 months ago

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tagged by @derring-do!

Last song: vandaveer's cover of 'poor edward' off alice by tom waits. it came up on byron's shuffle the other day and I wanted to check it out closer sometime (I only know like two vandaveer songs) so i put it at the bottom of a list I then wound up listening to last night

Favourite color: n/a but I'm very partial to yellow- and neutral-greens of all saturations, purples, grays, the intersection between the two, blood reds and black

Last book: I read a bunch of novels in november and haven't been reading much this month, I think the most recent one I actually finished was Turbulence, author's name already forgotten (Byron may put it in the comments haha), about a gay pilot on a haunted ass flight.

Last movie: The Howling, yesterday afternoon. Previously, I had watched it and The Beast Must Die on the same day (a bit under a decade ago), and confused the two in hindsight. Spent the whole time yesterday like 'when do we get to the part with the dinner party full of big game hunter assholes getting picked off one by one?' incredible SFX though and pretty exciting ending!

Last show: Babylon 5. about to watch another episode.

Sweet/spicy/savory: if I had to pick just one, I guess savory, but all three at once in strong equal proportion is one of my favorite flavor profiles. I start at least 4/7 days of the week with like, noodles or rice flavored with chili garlic paste, soy, and sugar lmfao.

Relationship status: committed LTR, we're polyamorous but not currently dating anyone else (tho we recently had a breakup with a third).

Last thing I googled: 'bunions wikipedia' I think? I usually just go to wikipedia when I want to look something up, but I know recently I was in a hurry and just typed it all into the bar. I think, but cannot confirm, that this was the bunions, as I often go into an incognito window for quick searches just so I can quickly get back to my original page by hitting the triangle on my phone.

Current obsession: preparing a wide variety of small pies...

Looking forward to: getting my bf's take on the last two seasons of Babylon 5, since I know he's fascinated by the pacing and structural issues that can arise from behind the scenes production issues in tv dramas. also, we're gradually assembling the components of a shrimp nano fishtank (warm, acidic, possibly blackwater) and next month we'll probably be able to set it up.

Tagging @oldmanpuppyplay, @aurpiment, @theremharths, @activatedsludge, @emperorclaudiusofficial, @wozapi, @matamorose, @freakvampire, @lun4rcr0w, @hazelrose3637

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bonbonchocolates · 1 year ago

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Tinder

Yandere Taehyung x Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: When your best friend creates an account on Tinder account for you....

Warnings: yandere Taehyung, stalking, obsessive behaviour, horror themes, major character death, minor character death, tae is kinda creepy here

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. I hope you like it and if you do please leave a like.

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You saw that man coming closer to you. You were terrified and started to move backwards. Now in the light of your apartment his face was clearly visible and it was Taehyung.

"T..tae-hyung"

You shuttered in fear. You have no idea what he is going to do to you. He kept coming closer and closer. You kept moving backwards but to your bad luck the back of your knee hit with the couch.

"Yes babe"

Now he was really close to you and you were trapped between the couch and him. You tried to run away but he was quick to grab hold of you. He pulled you closer and his breath hit your face.

"I love you so much babe"

"Tae-"

Suddenly you started to feel dizzy and then you lost your consciousness. Last thing you saw was Taehyung holding you and had a creepy smile on his face.

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You woke up at the sound of the alarm clock. You observed your surroundings and found that you were in your bedroom. You checked yourself and you were wearing your night dress.

Was it all a dream?

You got up from the bed and picked up the baseball bat kept in the corner of your bedroom. You slowly opened the door and went into your living room.

You carefully searched everywhere and you couldn't find anyone. You saw your balcony door was locked from inside and even your main door was locked from inside. Nothing was out of the place.

Then you remembered something and quickly started to search for your phone. It was the only option to confirm if all that happened yesterday was a dream or not. You couldn't find your phone anywhere in the living room so you went back to your bedroom and found it in the bedside table.

You opened it and saw the notification. You received a message from Taehyung. You quickly opened it.

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VANTAE: Good Morning.

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You checked the previous messages. The last message was when you said him about the outing with your friend and there was no conversation between you both after that. The next message he sent was the 'good morning' message today.

That means it was all a dream.

You were so happy to know that. You sighed in relief. You thanked God that was a dream but it felt so real. Just then your date with Namjoon came to your mind. You found you received a message from Namjoon during midnight, probably when you were sleeping.

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NAMJOON: Sorry bae, I could not pick you up for the date that I promised. Actually the boss held me late. Hope you don't mind.

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You didn't reply him and thought of talking to him in person at your office. You realised that you were getting late for your work.

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Time Skip:

Office hours were boring for you today as Namjoon was not there. You received a lot of messages from Taehyung but you ignored him. After that dream you don't feel comfortable with him.

Later that evening you invited Rose to watch Netflix with you. You told her everything even about the dream. She scolded you for ignoring Taehyung. You realised that it was just a dream and not his fault. She told you you couldn't lose a potential friend just because of a bad dream.

About Namjoon not coming to work today she suggested that maybe he was tired as he had to work late night yesterday. You hoped it was true. Truth to be said she is an amazing friend. She always with you since childhood. You are happy to have her.

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A few months pass and no clue of Namjoon. He didn't come to work for almost a week and then you come to know from your boss that he resigned. His sudden resignation seemed suspicious to you so you text him but he didn't reply. You tried calling him but it was of no use.

You even visited his apartment where he used to live. There you got to know that he emptied his apartment a week ago. You asked his neighbour and a good friend of his that he once introduced to you, where he could go? His friend was clueless and told that Namjoon left without saying anything. You were now worried about him.

Today you decided to visit his brother, Seokjin's restaurant. You are sure that he may know where is Namjoon as he is his brother. You saw the signboard reading 'Eatjin' you entered and asked the counter lady about Seokjin. Just then you heard the beaming voice of a man.

"You are Y/N right?"

He seemed a few years older than you. You don't know how he knows you and were about to question him.

"I'm Seokjin, Namjoon's brother."

He introduced and let his hand for a handshake. You gladly accepted it.

"So how's Namjoon?"

Why is he asking to you? How are you supposed to know about him?

"What do you mean?"

"Stop joking Y/N. A few months ago I got a text from Namjoon in that he told me that he is moving out with you as you are pregnant and asked me not to search for him. I was angry at him first but then I understood him, he did it for the best. So how's my little nephew or niece?"

"What are you talking about? I don't know where Namjoon is? That is the reason why I came here to ask you."

"If you don't know where he is and I don't know where he is, where is Namjoon? Come let's sit and talk."

He took you to a corner table and asked you about everything and you explained it to him. He suggested that you should report it to the police. The police assured you that they will start searching for him and let you know if they find any clue about him. Seokjin told you to inform him if Namjoon contacts you.

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A week pass with no sign of Namjoon. The police were still not able to find him. You were so worried for him but Rose helped you calm down saying everything will be alright.

You even told everything to Taehyung, he assured you that you will soon find your friend. That was indeed true the police finally found him. The police discovered his death body from the warehouse in the middle of the jungle.

You were broken after hearing the news. Rose tried her best to calm you down. Namjoon's funeral was delayed as his body was sent to posterm.

Almost after a week you attended his funeral with Rose. You couldn't help but cry. After the funeral Seokjin took you to his house. He tried to comfort you.

"Y/Naah don't cry, everything will be fine. Think about me I lost two of my brothers. I hope whoever killed Namjoon gets caught soon."

You quickly wiped your tears and checked your watch and you realised were getting late for work. You needed to go to your work or your boss might fire you. You didn't went work for almost two weeks. You took leave from Seokjin and he told you to take care of yourself and promised to remain in contact.

You were about to leave when a picture of someone unexpected caught your eyes. It was Taehyung's picture but what is it doing in Seokjin's house?

"Oppa who is this?"

His gaze followed to where you pointed.

"This is Taehyung my youngest brother. He passed away from a road accident almost three years ago."

You were shocked after getting the information. You hurriedly left from there.

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It was already evening time and now you are at the terrace of your office building. You could see the whole city from there. You could not even focus on your work today and got scolding from your boss. You didn't mind it as you were already not okay.

You were so confused and couldn't figure two things out. Firstly, what happened to Namjoon? Who killed him and why? Secondly, who is Taehyung? If he is dead who is the one texting you? These questions were eating your head and you had no answer to it.

You were so busy in your thoughts that you didn't notice that you are at the edge of the terrace currently. Just then you heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind you. Before you could turn back and take a look at the person, someone pushed you. You slipped from the terrace and fell. Last thing you saw was people surrounding you before you closed your eyes forever.

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Unknown POV:

I sneakily came from behind and pushed Y/N from the edge of the terrace. I watched her falling down slowly. I felt a pang in my heart. I didn't wanted to do this but I had to. I can't let anyone else have my love.

If I do let her live, I would have to kill another brother of mine and I didn't want to risk it.

"Now you are mine forever babe."

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#yandere #yandere bts #yandere taehyung #taehyung #taehyung x reader #yandere taehyung x reader

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emmy-dekarios-bg3 · 4 months ago

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Heart of the Weave (part 2)

This is a sequel to my original fic Heart of the Weave. Please only read if you have read part 1.

Chapter 4

Time is a thief. A mean, spiteful thief. Neeve is now six years old and her first day back at the Academy is today, but it feels like only yesterday she was learning how to walk. She’s now advancing to the more advanced room of Magic. Gale will be walking with her to class, since she is attending Blackstaff after all, and on top of that he will be wearing Jenevelle in the baby wrap – and all these years later, watching him wear that thing gets me going.

“Bags packed?” I ask Neeve, who is wearing her purple sweater and brown pants, looking ridiculously similar to her father. She nods with a perky smile, her brown eyes bright with wonder.

“Can you do my hair like yours, mommy? I love the way you do it. It's so pretty and I want to look like you.” Gale smiles at me as he places Jenevelle on the changing mat to get her ready for the day. “You remind me of a mermaid.”

“You're sweet, baby. I would be so happy to do your hair, come sit down.” Neeve squeals and sits down happily in front of me, and I prepare to pin her hair back and put my favorite barrettes in her hair. These were heirlooms from my grandmother; on my mom’s side, let's be clear.

“I'm going to miss you, mommy. I love you so much.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “Today will be fun. I hope.”

“If anyone gives you any problems, just say the word. Your father can put them into place,” Gale comments as he searches for Jenevelle’s purple dress. “Just don't get yourself into trouble. I know you won't but I figured I'd mention it.” Neeve sighs again, but laughs lightly.

“Yes daddy. You have my word. Oh, sorry. Professor Dekarios.”

“Don't call me that at home.” Neeve busts out laughing, and Gale gives her a smirk and rolls his eyes playfully.

“And…done! Your hair is finished. Why don't you go look in the mirror and tell me what you think?” Neeve stands up and rushes towards our bathroom mirror, shrieking from excitement. “Well?”

“I love it! You made me look like…like a princess! When my hair grows out, I'll look like you. I have your face after all. Daddy! Let's go! We’re going to be late, mister!” Gale laughs and puts Jenevelle in her beautiful purple dress that Morena had made for her by hand, then places her in the baby wrap.

“Alright, I'm coming. I had to get your sister dressed for the day. We better skedaddle.” I stand up and Gale leans in to kiss me, his warm touch making me feel more alive than I've ever felt. The spark, the love, the intensity…it's still there and always will be. “I love you, my sweet darling. I hope you and Tara have a wonderful day to yourselves. You deserve it.” I smile and nod, leaning down to kiss Jenevelle’s forehead as she coos, her little hand reaching out to touch my cheek.

“I love you too, love. Now go, teach some things!” Neeve hugs me tight, hesitant on wanting to leave. “Are you nervous, little duck?”

“I am. And…I'm sad. I don't ever want to grow up. Jenevelle is so tiny. She's always been tiny. I wish I was.” Gale and I exchange a sad glance as I'm holding her in my embrace. “And you and daddy…”

“Honey, sssh. Go to school, make some friends. This is a discussion saved for another time. Go test out your magic skills and be yourself. We can always talk about this another day.” Her words caught me off guard. I didn't expect her to bring up such a devastating subject that I'm not sure how to discuss with her. She's so young, yet catching on so quickly; hopefully she will meet some friends that will keep her in a positive mindset. Neeve nods and holds her daddy’s hand as they walk out the door, and my heart feels a little sadness as I watch them leave. It's a harsh reality that she will be aging, while the rest of us aren't. Shadowheart and Astarion are in the same boat as us, with their son Asher.

I begin to clean the tower, and Tara is following me around to keep an eye on me; she must suspect I'm not myself right now.

“Emmy, dear, is something the matter?” I knew it. I pause as I'm folding Jenevelle’s onesies, and then sit down in the rocking chair for a moment. “You can tell me.”

“How do I explain to my child the whole…immortality situation? How she's going to grow up and one day leave us here? I don't want to explain the truth of death, and I can't even imagine losing my daughter one day.” I can feel pain in my heart as I'm saying these words out loud. Tara jumps up in my lap and lays down, purring in comfort, though she's hesitant on what to say.

“She will need to know someday. She doesn't need to know now, but she will need to know at some point. She deserves an explanation, and it seems her curiosity is much more present now and she's realizing her sister is still a baby after all these years. I would wait until she's a little older, so the conversation of devils and the Hells don't spook her too much, but…she does deserve to know at some point, honey. The conversation won't be easy, but you have me in your corner.” I sigh, staring at the portrait of my girls that sits on Jenevelle’s changing table. I'm making a promise to tell her before she's a teenager, but now is not the right time.

After spending quite awhile cleaning throughout the tower and making a delicious lunch that waits for Gale and Neeve, he comes home with just Jenevelle, who is curled up comfortably against his chest. Neeve isn't in sight anywhere, so I stare at Gale with a worried expression.

“Hello, my love,” Gale murmurs with a smile. “Before you worry, Neeve is with Karlach, Wyll, and Maddox. I bumped into them on my way back home and Neeve was begging to hang out with their son, so of course I said yes. They'll bring her back home this evening.” I exhale a breath of relief, my tense shoulders relaxing. “She had a wonderful day at school, by the way.” I approach Gale as he places his coat on the rack and he places his free hand on my waist, leaning in to kiss my lips.

“And your day, love?” I ask with a smile, my eyes wide as I look up at him.

“All went well for the most part. Jenevelle did get fussy and cried, but luckily that was on my break when I was about to feed her. It was unusual. The cry…it was like she was spooked. I couldn't figure out what was wrong for the life of me. You know me, I'll panic each time she cries, because it doesn't happen often. Last time she cried like this…” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Well, she saw a devil.” I can feel my heart sink into my stomach, worried to death it's yet another devil, but I really hope it's not. What could have Jenevelle so scared?

“Did it last long? She seems alright now.”

“No, she was fine once she had her bottle, but it wasn't a hungry cry. I'm probably paranoid. You know how I get when it comes to our children.” I gently take Jenevelle from his arms and hold her close, her hand wrapping around my finger. “You made me lunch? Love, you're the best. And it's my favorite sandwich too.” I watch a smile grow on his face as he looks at me with grateful intent. I admire him in his purple teaching robes, his hair slicked back and beard nicely trimmed; I can't help but lock my attention on him.

“I'm so glad you're home.” Tara flies into the dining room with a letter on her back, a smile curled up on her precious feline face. “Oh?”

“A letter addressed to Gale and Emmy Dekarios, from Blackstaff Academy. It looks like an invitation of sorts. You must read this out loud to satisfy my curiosity!”

“Would you like to do the honors, my love?” Gale asks politely with the sweetest tone, his left brow raised. It appears he might suspect what it's about. I take the letter from Tara and open it, reading it aloud:

“DEAR DEKARIOS FAMILY,

WE WOULD LIKE TO FORMALLY INVITE YOU TO THE ANNUAL BLACKSTAFF ACADEMY BALL LOCATED IN OUR BALLROOM. PLEASE ARRIVE IN YOUR FINEST ATTIRE AND RESPOND BACK BELOW INDICATING YOUR ATTENDANCE. WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE.

-BLACKSTAFF ACADEMY”

My eyes widen as I read the invitation, excitement coursing through my veins. A ball?! I've never attended one before. Gale mentioned that they were on hold for a few years following the destruction caused by the Absolute and its followers, but now that everything is organized and more put together, it's finally coming back! I gasp, and turn my gaze to Gale.

“A ball?! We’re…”

“Yes. I’d love to take you to the ball and introduce you to all my colleagues at last. A fancy get-together and the opportunity to dance with my lovely wife, showing her off for the world to see? Elegant wine and eating in the dining hall?” My face lights up as he speaks, and now all I'll be able to think about is what I've been wanting to attend my whole life! It's a dream come true.

“I accept, Professor Dekarios,” I respond with a wink, then kicking my feet excitedly. He stands up to put his plate away, then gently kisses my forehead.

“I knew you would.” My heart skips a beat as I mentally prepare for the upcoming days ahead.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #wizard of waterdeep #ao3 #archive of our own #dad gale #gale bg3

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