#cassie said “fuck shit up and look good doing it”

[arrowheadedbitch]

Yj is about to go into a fight

Tim: Alright, young justice, what's the number one rule?

Yj: overlapped talking

Tim: Okay, that's on me, we have a lot of number one rules.

[glossypolaroidkisses]

Blue body paint Luigi…

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"Now, what the— How the fuck—"

Luigi twists and turns, his back facing the mirror as he tries to coat the last unpainted stretch of his skin in blue. He groans loudly in the living room, contorting his body in an attempt to get the brush to the middle of his back.

"Fuck," he mutters, struggling.

You roll backward in your desk chair, out of your room and into the common area.

"You good?" you ask, startling him.

"Shit—"

"Oh— Sorry, I thought you knew I was here."

Luigi exhales, catching his breath. "I thought you were already at the rally with Cassy. You're good."

"No, I stayed back to study. Sorry, Lu."

"You're good, you're good." He cracks a light smile.

Luigi is your roommate, along with two others. Your best friend, Cassy, is Luigi's best friend's sister. Before Penn, you and Cassy were dead set on rooming together. Her brother, Sam, mentioned he was looking into an apartment-style dorm with his best friend, Luigi, and now the four of you rent it together. Cassy and Sam are siblings, you and Luigi are their best friends. You and Luigi are friends and roommates to each other, but nothing more.

"You need help, though? I just heard you huffing and puffing."

Luigi chuckles, rolling his eyes. "Huffing and puffing, damn." He hesitates. "To be honest, yeah. This paint..." His words trail off into a sigh, admitting defeat.

"School spirit, am I right?" you say sarcastically, getting up and walking over.

Luigi laughs. "Yeah, yeah."

"Everything good?" you ask, noticing his short, semi-awkward answers.

"..Yeah, it's just all this twisting and turning..." He gestures to his lower back. "Y'know, spondy."

"Right, right." You sigh before holding out a hand. "Brush?"

He hands it over, and you step onto the towel he laid out. "You're such a nerd."

"For cleaning precautions? Do you want to scrape blue paint out of tile grout?"

You laugh. "Absolutely not."

"Exactly."

You shake your head, about to start painting, but then you pause. Up close, his back is broader than you realized, his physique stronger.

"Everything alright?" Luigi asks, noticing.

"Yeah... yeah," you chuckle awkwardly, brushing it off. Of course you've always known Luigi was attractive—anyone with eyes does—but you've always shrugged it off. No point in stirring up drama between roommates or complicating things with your best friends. Besides, you're all swamped with school 90% of the time anyway.

"Wait, wait. Before I get my hands dirty, do you want Advil for your spondy?" you ask.

Luigi chuckles.

"What?" you ask. "Did I say it wrong? Not cool enough for the medical slang?"

"No, no. It was just cute, the way you said it. I've never heard you say it before." He moves on quickly. "Uhh, yeah, actually. Thanks. I would get it, but—" He gestures to his feet.

"You fucking painted the bottom of your feet?" you ask.

"Well, no... but close enough. I'm scared to leave my towel island."

You giggle, shaking your head as you search through the medicine cabinet. "Holy shit, didn't know you're a druggie, Luigi."

He laughs. "Yeah, my back is a real addict."

"If any of these go missing, I definitely didn't sell them for noodle money."

"Honestly, a couple of those pills could probably get you about forty packs of instant noodles."

"I want the good stuff, y'know, Huang's Noodle House?" You close your eyes dramatically at the thought of your favourite spot.

"I didn't know you like Huang's." Luigi sounds genuinely interested. "We should go."

"Yeah, and Cassy and Sam—"

"Ehh, Sam doesn't really like noodles."

"Oh. Then Cassy... I'm not sure if she does, actually."

Luigi hums in thought. "We could just go, then." His voice is casual, but something about it lingers.

You pause, fingers wrapped around the Advil bottle. Then, shaking it lightly, you ask, "Is that an invitation?"

Luigi glances over his shoulder, smirking. "Only if you wanna go. Otherwise, you heard nothing."

You let out a small laugh, trying to ignore the way your stomach flips at the idea of going to Huang's alone with him. This is just food. Just noodles. Just roommates grabbing a bite.

"Why not?.." you say, tossing the bottle toward him. He catches it in one hand, shakes two pills out, and dry swallows them. "...If you're paying." you add. Luigi huffs a laugh. "Wow. First, you steal my drugs, now my money?"

"Roommate tax." You tap the paintbrush against your palm. "Alright, turn."

He shifts carefully, and you notice how aware he is of his movements. Cassy told you about his back, and while he never complains much, you've caught him stretching, adjusting his posture, rolling his shoulders when he thinks no one's looking.

Your eyes flicker down his back as you dip the brush into the blue paint. His broad shoulders. The way his muscles shift under his skin. The sharp, clean lines of his shoulder blades.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your roommate blue.

You start with broad strokes, trying to be quick but even.

"How the hell did you do this last year?"

"Badly."

You laugh. "Why do you even do this?"

"Sam and I started first year, a few frat guys joined in, and now it's tradition. Plus, we always get free drinks."

"Ah, so it's a scam."

He grins. "A hundred percent."

You keep painting, working your way down his spine. His skin is warm under the paintbrush, and you have to focus hard to keep your strokes even.

"You're really dedicated to school spirit for someone who called our mascot 'a corporate sellout' last week."

Luigi laughs. "I stand by that. He's got three sponsorships, that's insane."

You shake your head. "Alright, turn a little, I gotta get this side." You tap his ribs lightly, and he follows your instruction. The movement draws your eyes to his jaw—strong, slightly stubbled.

You swallow.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

"So," he says lightly, "what were you studying?"

"Just some readings. Hard to focus."

"Yeah?" He smirks. "Because I'm here, or because you're thinking about noodles?"

You press the brush into his shoulder a little harder.

"Ow." He winces dramatically. "Abuse."

You snort. "You're literally covered in paint and complaining about a brushstroke?"

"Look, I'm delicate."

"You're insufferable."

He laughs, and you try to ignore the way your stomach flips again. You sigh, pulling back. "This brush is too small."

Luigi smirks. "You calling me fat?"

Your eyes widen. "What? No, you're just—" You pause. "Big."

Luigi blinks. "What?"

"Like... broad."

His smirk deepens. "You think I'm broad?"

You roll your eyes. "Objectively."

He chuckles, stretching slightly. "Use your hands. Might be easier."

Your hands?

You stare at his back for a second like it's suddenly an entirely different thing.

This is fine. Totally normal. Just painting your friend blue. With your hands.

Right.

"Okay," you say, a little too quickly, setting the brush down. You press your palms into the cool paint, spreading it across his back in slow, deliberate strokes. The texture is strange—thick, slightly tacky as it glides over his skin—but what gets you more is the warmth beneath it. His muscles shift slightly under your touch, solid and strong, and you have to focus hard to keep your movements steady. You let your hands glide from his upper back to his lower, fingers spreading the paint in slow strokes.

Luigi exhales, deep and slow. "You're being so gentle." His voice is teasing, but there's something else underneath it—something softer.

"I don't want to hurt you," you murmur. "Your back—"

"You're not hurting me." A pause. Then, with a slight turn of his head, he grins. "It's actually really nice."

You swallow, pressing your fingers into the dips of his shoulder blades, blending the paint with smooth, even pressure. The moment stretches, quieter now, filled only by the soft sound of your hands working over his skin. His breathing is steady, slow, like he's letting himself relax into it.

You clear your throat, "Well, I'm almost done. Just gotta make sure it's even."

Luigi hums in response, tilting his head slightly like he's considering something. "You're really good at this."

You scoff. "What, painting?"

He smirks. "Ever considered a career in body painting?"

You roll your eyes. "Didn't you know? That's why I'm at Penn."

His chuckle is low and warm, and you can't help but smile as you take a step back, running your eyes over your work. The blue paint covers his back smoothly, deep and even, accentuating the defined lines of his shoulders and spine.

"What do you think?" you ask.

Luigi twists slightly to check his reflection in the nearby mirror. "Damn," he smirks, flexing his arms just a little. "I look clean."

You roll your eyes but laugh. "Alright, you need help with anything else?"

He catches your gaze in the mirror, his smirk softening just slightly. "Nah, you've done enough. Seriously—thanks."

You wave a hand dismissively, suddenly feeling warm. "Yeah, yeah. Go win the school spirit award and drink cheap beer, or whatever."

Luigi snorts, then—before you can react—reaches over and swipes a blue-painted finger across your cheek.

"Hey—!" You gasp, stepping back as he grins mischievously.

"Oops," he says, absolutely not sounding sorry.

You narrow your eyes, pointing a warning finger at him. "You're dead."

Luigi just winks, stepping carefully off his towel island. "Catch me after the rally, then."

And with that, he grabs his shoes, flashes you one last playful grin, and heads out the door—leaving you standing there, heart pounding, with a blue streak on your face and a whole lot of thoughts you probably shouldn't be having.

part 2?😇😇

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[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt behind the cut: YJ accidental baby acquisition. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Genetically, Kenley is our offspring,” Tim cuts in quickly, keeping his voice as even as possible. “The DNA test was clear. And they’re a child. They can’t just stay at the Tower or on the Watchtower.” 

“Impulse is technically seven, and Superboy is–what, five?” Barry says, looking exasperated. Kon’s still a few months away from four, actually, given the whole “was dead for a year” thing and some other weird shit that’s happened in their lives–they actually did the math pretty recently, but the fact that they had to do the math at all is very obviously a sign of weird shit happening in their lives, and either way, Tim won’t be correcting Barry’s math right now. “And you and Wonder Girl are what–seventeen?” 

Speaking of people who were dead for a while and lost track of shit . . . 

“I’m nineteen,” Cassie says, narrowing her eyes at Barry. “And Robin’s eighteen. No ‘technically’ about it.” 

“Physiologically and mentally, Impulse is seventeen and Superboy is nineteen,” Tim informs them shortly before anyone can try and make the technicalities an issue. “It’s unreasonable to treat them as capable of risking their lives as active superheroes after they’ve both already died in the line of duty but then claim they’re not capable of basic childcare when you think it’s inconvenient for them to be allowed to.” 

“Also you’re not allowing anything,” Bart says with a frown. “Kenley’s ours. Genetically and, like, ‘found and saved’-ly.” 

“Bart, you have no idea how difficult taking care of even a normal kid is. Assuming the kid’s safe, an actual foster situation is going to be necessary,” Barry says in exasperation, sounding weary, and Wally looks a little stressed too, which is not good. Wally’s the best chance they have to get the League at large not to be unreasonable about this–at least as long as Dick’s here, anyway–but he and Bart have never really seen eye to eye and he’s never really understood him or taken him seriously, so . . . 

Also, Wally’s the one who has the most experience with having superpowered kids in this conversation, and with nearly losing said kids. If anyone’s going to be the one they can get on their side, well– 

Technically, Tim is perfectly aware of Jon Kent’s existence and the fact that he has superpowers and was also temporarily “lost”. He’s equally aware of both Otho and Osul’s existences and past traumas and own powers. 

He is even more aware of the fact that Clark apparently didn’t know about Lophi and Martha and has never fucking once trusted Kon to be responsible for anything but a dog who was already invulnerable and indestructible and that he just personally happened to need a long-term petsitter for. Which might be unfair, a little, but is also objective fact. 

So yes, Wally is definitely their best shot here. Especially with Dick hopefully willing to back them up, if it comes to it. If he weighs in too quickly, Bruce will think he’s either biased or being too emotional, but if they can at least start to convince Wally and maybe Diana . . . 

“What do you expect us to do, just dump ‘em on Max Mercury or Red Tornado? Go see who’s the Spectre right now?” Cassie demands, folding her arms. “Go dig up Cadmus wherever they’re currently buried, see if they’re hiring kindergartners? Hey, I know, ship ‘em off to Hawaii with a sleazy–!” 

“Kenley doesn’t need fostered,” Tim cuts in quickly, because that line of conversation is not ending well no matter what. “We’re their biological parents, and we’re capable of taking care of them to an appropriate standard.” 

“That isn’t an acceptable decision for Young Justice to make without input,” Bruce says. 

“What is this, a superhero-CPS visit?!” Cassie snaps, clenching her fists. “Based on what, exactly? They’re ours! What’s not ‘acceptable’ is for the Justice League to decide you all get to make decisions about our fucking kid!” 

“Also, like, super hypocritical, I’m pretty sure,” Bart says. “Nobody interferes with what any of you guys do with your kids.” 

“None of us just kidnapped a kid straight out of a lab, Impulse!” Barry says in exasperation. 

“That’d be way too, like, actively proactive, yeah,” Bart agrees, and for just an instant vibrates in a very telling way. His expression doesn’t change, but he’s obviously angry. Very obviously angry. 

Maybe not obviously to Barry, though, Tim realizes almost immediately. 

“Being patient enough to show restraint isn’t a character flaw, kid,” Barry says, still clearly exasperated. 

“You’re being a sprocking nass about this,” Bart says, still staring at him with the same blank expression. “And also a fucking asshole.” 

Well, this is going well. 

“We’re just concerned about everyone’s safety, including the child’s,” Clark says, lifting a placating hand. Bart scowls, and Cassie bristles. Kon–doesn’t look away from Kenley. 

Tim just doesn’t feel particularly “placated”, put it that way.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 7: Kate Bishop x Male!Reader - The stakeout

“God I hate stakeouts,” Kate groans, putting her binoculars down and leaning her head back against the headrest of the passanger seat.

“I know but Cassie said they are moving the warhead tonight and Kamala is still mad at us for getting distracted during our last stakeout,” you reply, thinking back to a few months ago when you and Kate were supposed to be watching a warehouse that a gang moved drugs out of and instead ended up having sex in the backseat of your car totally missing the bad guys leaving the warehouse.

“Soo… you don't want me to give you a blowjob right now?” Kate says playfully.

“Are you serious?” You laugh.

Kate puts her hand on your thigh, looking at you with a wicked grin, “come on Y/N we've been here for seven hours already we deserve a little fun.”

You lick your lips, of course you wanted what she was offering but was it really a good idea?

Screw it.

You quickly undid your pants and took your cock out, Kate smiling as she starts slowly stroking you.

You lean over and kiss her, Kate feeling you getting harder in her hand.

“We're gonna get in so much trouble if we get caught,” you mutter into the kiss.

“It'll be worth it won't it?” She replies.

After making out for a bit you're fully hard, Kate pulling away from your lips and leaning down to take you in her mouth.

“Oh fuck Kate,” you groan, Kate bobbing her head.

You tangle your hand in her hair, tugging lightly making Kate moan.

She releases your cock for a moment, stroking you quickly and you rock your hips up into her touch.

She grips the base of your cock firmly, swirling her tongue around the tip before taking all of you in her mouth hitting the back of her throat.

“God yes,” you sigh.

Kate loved surprising you with blowjobs, you went down on her so often that she loved making you feel the same way.

Just the other day you ate her out for over three hours so why not return the favor while you were on a boring stakeout.

Your shirt is pushed up just enough for her to see your stomach is tightening signaling you were nearing your release.

Once again she frees you from her lips and begins rapidly jerking you off, your eyes screwing shut as you're about to cum.

She kisses your neck and whispers sweet nothings in your ear coaxing you into your orgasm.

You moan as you cum, shooting out onto the steering wheel, some of it landing on the floor as well.

You're smiling as you come down from your high, Kate slowing her hand while still kissing your neck.

“So much more fun than a stakeout right?” Kate chuckles.

“Very much so,” you laugh.

“Hey guys how it's going?” You suddenly hear Kamala ask over your comms.

“good- its going good,” you stutter, hastily stuffing your cock back in your pants afraid of her finding out what you were doing.

Kate grabs her binoculars and sees a van leaving the warehouse, “oh shit guys the move is happening.”

You fumble with the keys and turn the car on, grabbing the now sticky steering wheel and following the van.

Cassie and Kamala met up with you at the drop off site and you took possession of the warhead after kicking a lot of ass, your teammates none the wiser of what happened during your stakeout.

[toofarovertherainbow]

would anyone perhaps enjoy some langdon sickfic/whump? i've been using these as warmups/character voice explorations so enjoy some fainting!frank under the cut.

He hasn’t felt this way since he was a med student doing his surgery rotation. There’s no shortage of students who faint in the OR, and Frank hadn’t escaped being one of them. It was his third year and he still hadn’t mastered the art of standing on his feet for more than twelve hours a day yet, and he passed out around hour nine on his fourth twelve-hour consecutive shift in the OR. It was embarrassing, and one of the many reasons he could never be a surgeon. Garcia had still been giggling about it during their lectures the following day.

But now, he’s a fourth-year resident, again, and he can’t point to what it is, but he feels like he’s got bricks attached to his feet and his head weighs like a boulder. It hurts, and he feels weak. They just finished up intubating an MVC patient who’s on their way up to surgery, so he heads to the central console to check the board.

The floor spins when he moves, or the air distorts, and it does not feel good. In fact, it feels like he needs to be somewhere private very quickly.

“Hey, McKay, I’m just going to take ten. Grab me if you need me?” He says breathlessly, passing Cassie at the central console. She doesn’t look up from her iPad, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, of course,” she’s saying, but it sounds distant.

He moves quickly across the ED and grabs onto the door of the on-call room into the hallway, placing his weight onto it as it swings open. The room is dark, and he manages to hit the lights and shut the door behind him before he’s doubling over, putting his head between his legs. One hand on the wall, he leans forward, attempting to take deep breaths, but it feels like everything in his body is pulling down. He groans, deep and involuntary, as his vision clouds with white and the floor disappears, until he just drops, and everything goes dark.

Abbot is standing at the central console looking at his watch. His lips are pursed, and he’s got one hand on a hip.

“Dana, where is Langdon?” He asks, “he has patients.”

She looks up from the monitor and throws a glance around.

“I don’t know, he said he was taking a ten minute break and he hasn’t come back yet.”

He gives her a serious look.

“You’re kidding,” he says, and she shakes her head. “Okay, well, shit. I’m going to go find him.”

She nods and goes back to the monitor as Abbot jogs off.

He checks the breakroom first, and no dice. He checks the ambulance bay and there are a couple of nurses hanging around smoking, but no one has seen Langdon. It’s worrying him. Langdon is usually loud and easy to spot, he’s not a subtle person, even if he’s toned it down since coming back from rehab.

“Hey, Samira, have you seen Langdon?” He touches her softly on the elbow to get her attention. She spins around from her desk, confused expression on her face.

“No, why?”

“He might have gone walk-abouts, let me know if you see him?” He points to her, walking backward, as he continues his lap of the ED.

“Yeah, of course,” she shouts back at him.

There’s no sign of him anywhere on the floor. He checks the stairwell next, and he’s not there either. That was Abbot’s bet, he knows Langdon likes to loiter there after a tough call. It just leaves the on-call room and the roof. He hopes for the former and not the latter, Robby might murder him if he found out that happened on his shift. He goes back into the ED and around to the opposite hallway where the door to the on-call room is. It’s towards the back of the hospital so it’s a little quieter and has less traffic outside. He knocks, and hearing no answer, pushes open the door.

Langdon is on the floor on his side with his head lolled backwards and his mouth open. His skin is drained of colour, and he’s drooling.

“Oh, fucking shit – shit,” Abbot hisses, and scrambles down the floor, pressing a couple of fingers to his neck to get his pulse. It’s there, but it’s weaker, and he rubs Langdon’s sternum with one hand while he picks his phone out of his pocket, pressing the number to call the nurse station in the ED. “Langdon collapsed in the on-call room,” he barks, “send me whoever is available and a gurney.”

Langdon moans on the floor, rubbing his feet together.

“Hey, Langdon, come on, wake up for me, man,” he says, and he gets another moan in response. If he’s OD’d on his shift, Abbot is never going to be able to forgive himself.

Collins appears from around the corner with McKay and Donohue, snapping on gloves. They’re wearing grim expressions on their faces.

“What happened?” Collins asks, worried, glancing at Abbot and kneeling next to him.

“I don’t know he seemed fine and then he came in here and passed out apparently,” he says, gesturing with his hand. She shakes Langdon’s shoulder,

“Hey, Frank, can you hear me?”

“Wha--,” he groans and she sighs, relieved.

“Okay, let’s get him up on the bed,” he looks at Donnie and directs him forward with the gurney. They heave him up together and Abbot places a hand over his heart as they wheel him toward the ED. “Dr. Langdon, did you take anything?” He asks, raising his voice.

“I don’t – what’s happening,” Langdon groans and his head drops back again, body going limp.

“Okay, fainting spells, send his blood for labs and monitor his blood pressure. Someone watch him and make sure he doesn’t need Narcan.” He looks at McKay and she nods.

They put him in one of the quieter rooms at the back of the ED, as much out of sight as possible.

Donnie straps on the blood pressure cuff and all of their eyes are fixed on the machine until it beeps and comes back with 80/60.

“Well, that would do it,” Donnie says, and Collins touches her fingers to the inside of his wrist to check his heart rate again.

“IV fluids, as fast as possible, please,” she says and Donnie nods, setting up the rack and the bag.

“Fucking idiot probably hasn’t eaten all day,” Abbot scrapes his hands over his face.

They get the line in quickly and fire his blood test off, fast tracking it through the queue, and by then he’s coming around.

“What happened?” He says, groggy. Collins sighs from his bedside.

“You fainted. Repeatedly.”

“Ugh, shit,” he says, bringing a hand up to push his hair off his face.

“Yeah,” she says, unimpressed, “you aren’t an intern, Frank, you know to eat enough.”

“I’m in a hospital bed, can you let me live for one minute,” he moans, and she huffs.

“We thought you overdosed.” She says quietly and looks down at her hands. His eyes flick from the ceiling to her, his face serious.

“Shit, Collins, I didn’t mean to scare you guys,” he laughs drily, “today was just me being an idiot.”

“Yeah, you are. And you need to eat enough.” She pats his knee. “I’m going to look after your patients. After Abbot checks you over, you’re going home.”

[shesgeeked1]

Pilot Kelson smut

(i haven’t seen any stories about pilot which is crazyyyy cause he was so fine in this movie!! so i made one.)

- pilot kelson played by jake gyllenhaal in Highway, 2002

- i tried to make it like the movie as much as i could so please don’t mind the cringy parts 😭

- contents: cheating, sex obviously, unprotected sex, caught. (idk😭)

- gif made by me 😊

• you and pilot have been besties since elementary but ever since he got with lucy you guys haven’t been close as usually.

you sigh as you look at the time. “you just clocked in” your coworker told you while laughing. “i know and i already wanna go” you said tiredly. u hated your job but the money was worth it. new costumers walked in and you grabbed your notebook and lazily went over to greet them. you knew this was gonna be a long day.

some hours in you hear the work phone ringing and decided to answer. “hey welcome to burger den, what can i get for you” you said politely. “um, well actually this is gonna sound weird but i’m actually calling to see if this girl works there that goes by y/n”

you waited awhile until you answered. “yea you’re talking to her, who is this?” you questioned. “it’s pilot i know we haven’t hung out in awhile but i was wondering if we could catch up maybe after work” he said. you were happy to hear from him again and wanted to see him as badly as he did.

“i wish but i work late hours today pilot, i’m going straight to bed after i get off” you told him. “then i’ll come see you during work, duh” he said with a chuckle. “wouldn’t lucy have a fit?” you said sarcastically. you didn’t like her one bit. “lucy doesn’t have to know anything, plus it’s not like we’re doing anything.” he said.

“fine, see you soon” you told him while hanging up quickly to get back to work. soon later you see 2 people walk in. it was a girl that had a bikini for a top with a long brown coat and bell bottom jeans, next to her you see your friend jack. you went over and hugged him.

“ms. untouchable” jack said while hugging you. “and the god of fuck” you told him. “you know it” he said. “how long has it been, like 5 years?” you asked. “gold star y/n!” he said while touching your forehead. “and who’s this?” you asked jack. “this is our friend cassie, cassie this is my childhood friend y/n” he introduced you both.

“the god of what now?” cassie asked “of fuc-“ you began. “it’s a long story that’ll i’ll tell you about later” jack stuttered as he covered your mouth. “ohh you haven’t told her yet?” you said as you moved his hand. -you’re not helping- jack mouthed to you. -my bad- you mouthed back.

“noted but you’re very beautiful” the girl told you. you paused as you didn’t take compliments well. “thanks, you’re gorgeous as well” you told her while blushing. “okay can we quit the flirting lesbians?” you heard someone say. you turned to find the spiked haired friend you’ve been missing since forever.

“pi!” you said while going in for a big hug. he looked nice with his button up collared shirt with some brown jeans and this dumb loud ass colored visor. “damn how long has it been” you asked. “too long, i missed you a lot” he confessed. “i did too” you said as well. it was your break anyways so you went and got food for you both.

“damn she starving you?” you questioned as pilot was eating like there was no tomorrow. “maybe” he chuckled. you both talked until you finished eating. “that was good” he said as he rubbed his belly “yea i can tell” you giggled. “wanna-“ he began. “wanna what?” you questioned “wanna smoke like we use to do back then?”

you gave pilot a blank stare. “pilot i am at work if i come my high ass back in here i’m not gonna wanna do shit” you told him. “man cmon what happen to the old y/n? you scary now?” he teased you. “never” you said as you got up and pulled him along with you. “y/n, where you going? your break ends in like 5” your co worker whispered to you. “just tell the manager i’m shitting or something”

you said while walking out. “shitting?” pilot said while laughing. “yea he’s a pain in my ass anyways.” you responded. he then lead you to the car and started lighting up. after sometime of passing it back and forth it started to kick in. “you know i really missed you and im sorry for cutting you off with no explanation” he confessed.

“yea, you’re still a dickhead for that” you said. “i know but lucy made me do it and i didn’t wanna make her feel any type of way” he said. “it must be good then” you joked. “tbh it’s not, she doesn’t satisfy me at all” he said. “then why u still with her?” you asked “cause i don’t wanna be mean yk”

that’s what you admired about pilot even though he was cheater and a liar he was always nice and caring no matter what. “and no matter how many girls i find to fill in that void i never succeed” he confessed “damn must suck” you told him. “yea, can i be honest” he asked “sure” you said. “ you remember that time when we macked?”

he asked. “yes pilot” you said while rolling your eyes. “what?, don’t act like you weren’t into it” he laughed. “i don’t know what you’re talking about pi” you joked with him. “you sure? cause i remember you saying how you couldn’t wait to feel me in you“ he said while staring into your eyes. “what does this have to do with anything?” you questioned as you broke eye contact.

“seriously tho, you were the only girl i felt something with y/n” he told you. “same” you told him. you hated how good pilot made you feel but it’s wrong for him to treat lucy like that even if you didn’t like her. “but enough about me what about you?” he asked putting the attention on you. “what about me?” you repeated “yea, you still haven’t been touched?” he joked.

“yea” you answered. “damn, life without dick” he said while turning his head to you. you both started bursting out laughing. you took a moment back to think how you really missed pilot. you were admiring him for awhile and started seeing how good he looked. you tried to shoo off these feelings blaming it on the weed.

you didn’t realize that pilot was doing the same as your faces just inches apart. you then kissed him but regretted it shortly after. “shit, i’m sorry” you apologized. pilot grabbed your face going in for another which caught you off guard.

while still making out, pilot pulled you ontop of him cranking the seat back. you started to feel him grow under you. “pilot this is wrong” you said in between kisses. “you sure? cause you seem to be enjoying yourself” he told you as he took one hand under your dress to feel your wet panties.

you moaned at his touch as you felt embarrassed at how wet he made you. “pi, what about lucy” you whined. “she doesn’t have to know” he whispered to you. these words made you wetter as you loved the thrill of doings things you weren’t supposed to. he then stuck his hands in your panties and rubbed around your clit.

you tried to hold back your moans but pilot noticed and began rubbing your clit. “fuck-“ you moaned at the sudden wave of pleasure. “you like that” pilot whispered into your ear. you didn’t want pilot to know how much power he had over you so u didn’t respond. he then inserted 2 fingers into you without warning.

you let out a loud moan as you felt him already touching your gspot. “what about now” he asked again. you were still stubborn and wouldn’t say a word no matter what. he then began to go faster and faster making you closer to reaching your high. “not yet y/n, pi needs a little something too” he said as he took his fingers out.

you then got on your knees perfectly fitting under the steering wheel while watching pilot slowly unzip his pants. you grew impatient as you finished it for him, pulling down his boxers as-well. you palmed him slowly hearing his breathe become shaky.

you looked into his needy eyes as he watched your every movement. you then took him in your mouth without warning. “shit” pilot groaned at the sudden pleasure. you started to bob your head up and down while stroking him at the same time. “damn, slow down” pilot stuttered out.

you went even faster driving pilot closer and closer to his high. “fuckkkk” pilot drug out as he grabbed onto your hair realizing himself into your throat. you swallowed making sure not to miss a single drop. “lucy never made you do that?” you teased him. “never” he breathed out heavy.

you got back into your seat and pilot jumped to the back. you stared at him blankly. “what?” he asked cluelessly. “you’re not getting none” you told him. “so you think you can make me bust a nut like that and get nothing in return? yea you’re crazy” he said as he pulled you to the back with him.

he sat you perfectly on top of him slowly moving you back and forth seducing you. you couldn’t help but move your hips making yourself crave for him even more. “i promise you won’t regret it” he said into your ear. pilot knew exactly what he was doing and it worked. you slid your panties to the side exposing your soaking wet pussy grinding so slowly onto him.

“want me to fuck you?” pilot asked while looking into your eyes. you turned away not answering. “hm?” pilot said while teasing your entrance with his tip. “no-“ you moaned “your pussy is telling me otherwise” pi whispered to you. you couldn’t keep the act up anymore so you gave in.

“just fuck me” you whined. with this he slowly slid himself into you as you took him all. “mm yess” you moaned as he felt so good inside of you. “bounce that shit” he said and you did as you were told. the car was now filled with the sound of skin slapping against eachother. “just like that pretty”

pilot moaned loudly. this turned you on even more as you went harder. pilot threw his head back biting his lip trying not to be a moaning mess. “your dick feels so good” you praised him. this drove him crazy and at this point the car began to bounce. you felt him harden up in you and you slowed down.

“don’t be a tease y/n” pilot groaned as he slapped your butt. you hissed at the pain but it felt so good mixed with the pleasure. you started bouncing again driving pilot closer to cumming. you then got off and bent over wanting him to fuck you crazy.

“please pilot? drive me crazy” you said seducing him. pilot was frustrated that you gave him blue balls so he slid into you without warning. “wait” you screamed as he pounded so deep into you hitting your cervix each time. “take it” he groaned. you were such a moaning mess.

“harderrr” you screamed. with this pilot put your head into the seat fucking you senseless. “never knew you were such a slut y/n” pilot laughed breathlessly. you both were sweating like pigs and pilot loved it. “you still untouchable baby?” pilot asked you. not a single sound came out of your mouth.

you were too dick filled. pilot then pulled you by your hair making your back touch his chest. “i said are you still untouchable?” he moaned into your ear “nooo” you screamed as you were getting so close. “louder baby” he grunted. “fuckkk” you moaned out releasing all over pilot.

pilot kept going sending you into overdrive. you threw your hand back, pushing him off but he grabbed your arm slamming it on your back. “its too much” you cried out. pilot didn’t care, he kept pounding until he grew sloppy releasing all over your back but before you two could even get up someone knocked on the window.

you both looked up in unison covering your bodies. “a little privacy jack” pilot told him “shit, sorry pi” jack said while turning around giving you both time clean up and get dressed. after you finished you got back into the passenger seat and jack and cassie got into the car. it was an awkward silence that fell onto the four of you.

“so” cassie started. “untouchable” jack said under his breath. pilot and cassie bursted out laughing as you grew embarrassed. “haha very funny” you rolled your eyes. “my bad ms. UNtouchable” pilot said while poking your arm. “shutup and drive” you told him while giggling.

cue shutup and drive by rihanna- 😎

(i feel like that is such his song)

hope you all liked this !!!!!

[lindsaynathi0n]

Don’t write it it stinks of toxic love

synopsis: Nate never found someone to love, Rafe was never loved and Y/N was never taken serious Maybe their entry into college will change their lives.

Frat Rafe x Reader x Frat Nate.

[English is not my native language❗️❗️] TW: toxic, smut, sex, penetration, fingering, non-con, manipulation , insult, fight, humiliation, misogynistic attitude. [PART1]

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NATE 

The summer vacation had not been easy for Nathaniel Jacobs. Between the divorce of his parents, Cassie who was just stalking his and his going to college, nothing was right.

Two weeks before homecoming, he decided to go to Chris Mckay’s, he was happy that Mckay was still talking to him about what happened between him and Cassie.

They were in Mckay’s room playing a fighting game. They were focused in their game when Nate was talking. "Dude?". Mckay turned his head to look at him. "Yeah?" he said.

"How’s college, I mean is there a lot of hot chicks?" Mckay and Nate laugh, Nate laugh to hide his anxiety.

Nate wanted to leave, college was one of the best ways. What Nate was afraid of was not being number one. He was afraid that he would not be THE best football player. That he is not indispensable to his team.

"Nah, man, college is where you can fuck whoever you want, it’s not like high school, people don’t give a shit about who’s fucking who, as long as it’s not cheating." Mckay said.

"How do you get respect?" Nate asks. Mckay seems to think long." I had sex with the cheerleading captain and the opposing college captain. Nate opens his eyes wide. "Two cheerleaders but not the same team or the same college?"

"You’re gaining huge popularity and a huge repsect. You’re teammates will trust you after that." Mckay laughed." So if I understand correctly, a good fuck with a cheerleader captain is the deal?" asks Nate. "Got it all figured out, man. But one advice, close the door of your room when you’re inside."

Mckay’s expression changes, it becomes empty and hard. Filled with hate and sadness. Nate nods, and as he was about to speak the door opens. Drawing the attention of Nate and the latter.

"Chris, your aunt is here, comes to help her carry her boxes." said his mother. "Is she already there?" asked Chris sighing." Yes, she’s already here, with her daughter, so be nice and come now." Demands her mother.

Chris gets up and Nate follows him, they go outside where, his head car is parked. Chris hugs his aunt and takes boxes, Nate only says hello and helps her carry her boxes.

Nate poses where he needs to, he goes back out when he crosses a small head out of the bathroom.

Nate looks at the girl and he feels something, he doesn’t move me and she doesn’t either. He looks at the girl.

She is small, her hair is black braided, long eyelashes that put her brown hazelnut eyes in values , black skin but which shone thanks to the passage of the sunset in the long corridor. Nate begins to detail her body, she has beautiful boobs, a slim waist and beautiful hips that enhance her legs.

She’s wearing a Brazil jersey with black shorts, a cyclist? He doesn’t know, but anyway, this girl makes him feel what no other girl has ever made him feel not even Maddy.

"Y/N" says Chris enthusiastically. Y/N looks at Nate looking away at Chris. "Did you miss me?" she asks trotting towards him.

Chris laughs and hugs her. Nate remains in his thoughts for a short time.

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Nate learned a lot about Y/N. She’s her age, she likes to read, write and fine art, she doesn’t have a boyfriend and something that makes Nate want to have her, in two weeks, they’ll share the same campus.

They go to the same college, she looks so pure and kind, Nate intends to make sure that she lives only by him.

Nate falls in love every time she talks to him and that’s a big problem for our football star.

Especially when Y/N won’t just attract his attention.

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[ivysangel]

in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

[hanihazeljade]

Three Pasts

The Waynes +Tim had Christmas. And some other welcome and unwelcome guests.

(HHJ: Hi guys! After this one update I might afraid that my next update will be so long after this one, because my professors decide that their happiness is their student's suffering. I am drowning with a bunch of reports to do, so just giving you a heads up!)

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Tim knows that he had to go back, after with a bunch of messages pinging his phone and tonight is Christmas Eve. Tim doesn’t want to even celebrate this forsaken holiday, as he doesn’t have any experiences on how to celebrate it. 

But he has no choice as Tam is going to celebrate with her family and Tim doesn’t want to put more burden than he already had. 

So, at noon, he picked himself and said goodbye to Tam and travelled back to the curse house of the Waynes. He quietly enters the house and hopes that nobody could see him tiptoeing around as if he snuck out last night and failed to come home late at night. 

But of course, Cass found him doing stupid shit in his life. She has an expression on her face that could only be translated that she is not amused at whatever Tim pulled. Tim looked at her and awkwardly smiled, “Hey, Cassie.” Tim used his annoying voice, hoping for some reaction out of Cass, but nada.

“You left.” Cass signed and Tim knows he fucked up. Cass was more on using broken English as she was more comfortable using it and she just used signs when she is incredibly high of emotions, A.K.A when she is mad.

Tim just gave her a pout, hoping to soften her, “I know, I left a little bit hastily yesterday. But I was pissed, you know? Why do I get called a whore when they probably have laid more people than I have?” he justified himself, he knows it is a little bit immature but Tim is a petty little shit.

“Made me worried. What if you didn’t come back?” Cass signed a little too fast but Tim still understood it, after all, Cass’ eyes showed so much hurt and desperation. When he left, Tim did not give anyone anything to prove of his life except for those postcards that he kept sending until Tim was caught in the flesh by Cass.

Tim hugged his sister tight, “And not attend your wedding? Not in this life.” And he can feel Cass relaxed a little bit.

“Was really scared. Couldn’t find you. Felt miserable, useless.” Cass stuttered. And Tim just cradled her sister, understanding that his sister doesn’t like being incompetent.

Tim dragged Cass to the nearest couch, “Come on, let's take a nap before tonight.” Tim said as he fell down to the couch with Cass in tow.

Cass squirmed a little until she got a comfy spot. “Dad wants everyone to celebrate Christmas. Be here, okay?” she mumbled as she was slowly giving in to sleep.

“Just for you, Cass.”

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Christmas eve is not that eventful, thank goodness. They just made gingerbread houses— which Tim wants to brag to Tam that he has the best gingerbread house, thank you very much— they ate dinner, with it can be considered a feast and Tim just stick to three foods that he very much missed to eat, Alfred’s carbonara, chicken pot pie and coffee jelly, and then of course, the gift giving. 

He gave everyone a knitter sweater with their symbols, and no Tim did not knit everyone’s sweater, he just made a custom order and the only sweater he hand knit is Cass’. Everyone seems fine with his gift and he starts to open his gifts. Alfred made him a red scarf, Bruce gave him camera lens –which he already has, but it doesn’t hurt having an extra one— Richard gave him a  ticket to Paris Olympics— no, Tim is not interested on going — Jason book about photography –which he doesn’t need, he had a degree— Damian gave him a painting of him, sitting on settee— Tim looks good in the painting, not gonna lie— Cass gave him an obnoxious yellow sleeve dress shirt with black pants — Tim is still laughing— Steph gave him a buttplug but Tim quickly hid it from the eyes of Alfred when he gave Stephanie the finger.

But nevertheless, nothing went awry as Christmas celebration was always done after the clock hit twelve, as the Waynes still needed to do their patrol. And Tim just waved goodbye and helped Alfred clean the mess they made.

And that’s how Christmas Eve went for him.

How does the Christmas Eve look so tame to him because the night after Christmas, Bruce apparently throws a Christmas Party for everyone in the caped community and their closed friends instead of going to the Christmas Gala for Gotham socialites.

And Tim is fucked. He doesn’t want to meet those bastards, he planned on sneaking to hang out with Tam but Tam is also invited together with her family. So, Tim is basically trapped and nowhere to escape and Cass would probably not gonna let him go.

So, here he was, sneaking to the food table to get some wine, because he is in desperate need of alcohol in his body to get through to this bloody Christmas Party that was hosted by Bruce and apparently it was a tradition for the past 5 years. And Tim doesn’t know that, he was gone for seven years!

Tim doesn’t expect anyone to know who the fuck he is. After all, he put on his best red dress, as it was per rule that one must wear a red or green, the Dior 1999 Collection , the red knit dress with mink fur collar and buttons. One of Tim’s favourites and he made sure to go bold or go home. He styled his shoulder-length hair in curls and had two braids that held his hair. And his face, he can be the new Madame Red. Red eyeshadow, red lipstick and red blush. He is the new Red Queen. 

But Tim doesn’t expect to be hugged by a speedster that worms his way to his cold, stone heart. It was Bartholomew Henry Allen II. One of his best friends, that he was kind of sad to leave. If  Tim just decides to be a man and reconnects with them but he chooses the godforsaken company of Bruce and he regrets it.

“TIM! I miss you so much!” Bart said as he continued to hug him so tight and Tim just let the negative year old kid to hug him. He kind of missed the feeling of Bart’s hugs now. 

“Hey, Bart. I miss you too.” Tim softly said as he gently patted Bart’s fluffy hair. 

Bart looks at him and has a pout, and Tim could not do anything but coo at such an adorable face, “Why did you not call me?”

Tim smiled a little, “I kind of have to give up my phone to go off the grid, you know?”

“But you memorised my number, email, and even Wally’s phone number!” Bart tightened his hug, seeing Tim was lying to him.

“I maybe just forgot.” Tim said sadly and Bart finally let it go. He let Tim go and dragged Tim to the sweets on the table, and they started catching up. Bart was finally a hero like his grandfather, and also finished school and has an identity as Wally’s little brother.

“Are you coming back to the cape scene?” Bart said after swallowing a huge marshmallow that was covered in chocolate. And Tim answered in a quick speed.

“Nope! Absolutely not!”

Bart grimaced, “That was a bit quick, don’t you think?”

“I don’t have to think about going back to the phase of my life that made me miserable, Bart. Some things are the best to be forgotten and never look back on.” Tim smiled and Bart finally got the hint that Tim will never be back on taking a mantle ever again.

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“Tim?”

Tim stopped his strut after hearing the voice that he rather not want to hear again, he looked at the man and straightfaced said, “It’s Timothy. Timothy Jackson Drake. Just in case you misnamed it in your head, Mr. Kent.”

“It’s been so long and you look different.” Clark said, probably hoping for some small talk, but Timothy rather did not talk to this man, he may have healed himself but he also was a petty man.

“You too. You look…” Timothy’s eyes scanned Clark from the top of his head to the bottom of his shoes, degradingly, “...old.” and then Timothy smiled, empathetically(degrading).

Clark chuckled, not sensing Tim’s hatred to be in his vicinity, “Well I am nearing sixty, ageing and all of that.”

“Kind of treating yourself poorly, don’t you?” Tim smiled so sweetly yet his eyes were full of venom, “Wrinkles, spots, dullness… poor you, Clark.” Tim pointed out all of the signs of ageing in Clark and having so much fun seeing a little awkwardness on Clark’s face.

“I am fine with —”

“Oh, I am quite busy as I need to come back to Tam before she throws a tantrum.” Tim cut Clark’s sentence as his patience is already thin enough to be rude and disrespectful to Superman.

Clark seemed like still hadn't gotten the memo and kept on questioning Tim, “Are you and Tam?” Clark asked, seemingly having not touched the internet to find out that Tim and Tam are nothing but friends.

“Haven’t you heard from Vicki Vale yet?”

“A reporter yet so damn ignorant. Shouldn’t you be more informed on who is in the party? It is kind of your thing.”

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Timothy finally got the time for himself as he escaped to the crowded ballroom where the Christmas party was hosted and Tim finally got a chance to escape by the veranda. He is glad he took a bottle of champagne and a bowl of crackers, as he got the serene scene of Bristol and the nice bite of Gotham’s winter.

Timothy was about to close his eyes as he made his mind to sleep in the cold veranda, when the doors toward it opened, revealing Superboy I, Conner ‘Kon-El’ Kent. A man that he trusts, and the man who throws him out.

Tim decided to end the awkward staring contest when he greeted Conner, “Conner! It has been so long.”

Conner looks where the voice that he hasn't heard for seven years comes from and he doesn’t expect a Timothy Jackson Drake in front of him. Tim changed, the light from the chandeliers gave Tim’s red undertone to shine with blood moon earrings and red pearl necklace. Tim is wearing a red fur dress and has a wool crepe scarf. And Tim also put on some bold red eyeshadow and lipstick on his face.

“Tim, you look stunning.” Conner said without thinking, “But aren’t you a little bit too red?”

Tim looked at his clothes, “It’s Christmas and the only dress that I have in something red like the theme is this, Dior, 1999 Collection. One of my favourites actually. It’s vintage, it’s on trend.” Tim smiled and then gasped, “Do not tell me that you are still not on trend, Conner? That is very shameful.”

“I just don’t like following the flow.”

“And yet you did, to keep the peace. Right?” Tim smiled, remembering the last conversation he had with Conner before going off the grid.

Conner's face was contorted in grimace, guilt on his eyes were finally showing. “I am sorry—”

“I don’t need your apology, Conner. I already forgave you, so, so, so long ago.” Tim said and patted Conner’s back with his gloved hand. “But I don’t forget, I am not as naive as I was once.” and with that Timothy left Conner alone.

[indigo-brainspark]

Misfits!AU Young Avengers: Proof of Concept

"This is your chance," the probation worker droned. "To do something good. Give back to the community..."

Billy had his hands buried in his pockets to hide the shaking, hood pulled low so that nobody from school might see him. He glanced at the five other people in his group.

He didn't know what he had been expecting. Stereotypical delinquents who had no intention of cleaning up their act? Other kids like him, who'd just made a mistake??

It was a bit of both. The blond boy who wouldn't look out of place in a football team stood with his shoulders slumped, looking extremely uncomfortable. The tall girl with designer purple shades was fiddling with her smartwatch.

"There're some people out there who think you're trash!"

What sort of pep talk was this?

The boy with shaved head who had been here and ready before Billy fidgeted slightly. The sophomore girl with her hair in a ponytail had rolled back her jumpsuit's sleeve to write on her arm.

The probation worker soldiered on. "This is your chance to prove them wrong, by-"

"Shit, are you still going?" a new voice burst in. A lean boy with light blond hair and yellow sunglasses haphazardly balanced on his nose wandered onto the scene. "I thought I'd come late to skip the lecture and get right to the hard labour."

The probation worker gave a world-weary sigh. "Shepherd. Got my hopes up when I didn't see you for a year straight."

'Shepherd' laughed, sharp and mocking. He was wobbling slightly. Clearly hungover, yet no one called him out on it. "Nah, man, that's just how long they were able to keep me in juvie."

"Wish this stunt sent you back in," the probation worker grumbled. "Just get fucking changed."

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"So, uh, what'd you do?" Teddy nervously asked the boy with his hoodie pulled over his head. Billy, maybe. They didn't exactly do an icebreaker before they started shoveling garbage.

Tommy called out from several meters away. "What haven't I done is a better question!"

"Stayed quiet for thirty minutes?" Kate jabbed, grinning even as she poked at an ant-infested takeaway box.

Tommy laughed, "You giving me a good reason to, Richy Rich?"

Billy angled his head towards Teddy, quietly answering the original question while the two bantered. "Got busted at a party with drinks. It- it was a mistake. I wasn't even supposed to be there."

"It was trespassing for me," Teddy confided.

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"Damn," Kate drawled with a wicked smile, the encriminating report in her hand. "Black market steroids, Eli? Didn't think you were that type of guy."

Eli stared at her. "I didn't know that at the time, okay?! Where did you even find that-"

"Doping? This guy?? How scandalous!" Tommy snatched it from her.

Eli gritted his teeth. "Not everyone's in national-level sports. There was no doping scandal."

Tommy's face twitched. A crack in the facade Eli took too much pleasure in seeing. It wasn't fair, how he never seemed to care. Like pissing away a career was no big deal.

"Fuck off, Eli. A guy's gotta keep his aura of mystique," Cassie jumped in.

And Cassie and Kate were no better. Living separated from the consequences, except for whatever they did to end up here.

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"It's just- such bullshit," Cassie vented, hugging her knees. "So he's rich and famous and rubbing shoulders with heroes. Whoopdedo. I just- I just want my dad, you know?"

Kate made sympathetic noises and took a drag of her vape.

"And he barely looks at me, except when I screw up. He keeps saying he wants me to be better. To not repeat his mistakes. But maybe I don't have the spark that got him into Pym Labs. Maybe I only got the part of which was a screw-up."

"My parents don't talk to me even when I screw up," Kate finally said. "So you have a better relationship than me. Does that make you feel better?"

Cassie pouted, and Kate was struck with how separated this was from her usual whip-smart humor.

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It started as a storm cloud that came out of nowhere, roiling with green and blue lightning more vivid than Cassie had ever seen.

"Okay, guys," the highly disagreeable probation worker stepped in. "We should head inside the community center. This wasn't in the forecast and that could dry lightning-"

It was upon them in seconds. Before they were able to get the doors unlocked, lightning crashed down, and everything went bright green.

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"We had some weird weather," Billy told his mom on the way back. He'd changed in a daze. Everyone had looked out of it after waking up from that lightning burst, with the storm nowhere to be found.

"Oh?" she asked. "I suppose it is an unusually cloudless day."

No. No, that couldn't be right...

His skin was still tingling from the strike.

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"Anyone seen Cassie?" Kate asked nonchalantly, two hours in and no sign of Cassie.

"She's bunking, good for her," Tommy nodded, unconcerned.

Kate glared at him.

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Heavy footfalls were behind Tommy. In front was a side door into the community theater, locked except for when volunteers went out to smoke.

This merry hatchet-wielding chase had gone all the way around the park, and Tommy strangely didn't feel out of breath at all. Really, he felt that he could go faster.

But he didn't, because he'd been taught to pace himself. Not use all the gas in the tank when it was a war of attrition.

His hands slammed against the side door. It was locked.

"Dammit, dammit, no!" he beat his fists against the door. Through the narrow glass panel, he could see the others taking their break. Come on, Kate, you could've been careless after your nicotine beak!

The footsteps stopped. Silence for a second, then a scream of rage with the underlying schwing of a hatched-

And Tommy fell forward, into the hallway.

He scrambled further in to get away from the probation officer. Only to turn around and still find the door locked tight.

Everyone was standing at attention.

"You- you-" Teddy sputtered.

"Figure that out when that madman isn't trying to kill me!" Tommy pointed at the door, which the probation officer was hacking through with terrifying efficiency.

"What'd you do to piss him off so bad?" Billy wondered. "I mean, you're an annoying person by nature but-"

"I'm going to swirlie you, you little-!" Tommy elbowed him in the gut.

The probation officer barged in, and everyone backed away to give him a clear path to Tommy. Fucking traitors, all of them.

It served them right, really, when Tommy didn't turn out to be his only target, and the man swung for Eli, who reacted defensively and threw his hands up to push the man away.

Eli was a slim guy. Worked out, but nothing compared to Teddy. But the probation officer slammed into the opposing wall anyway, with a resounding crunch.

He landed slumped over, head tilted at an unnatural angle. No one approached, even once the hatchet was out of his hands.

Billy had to reach forward to look him over with trembling hands. But the diagnosis was what everyone feared when they realized he wasn't moving. "He's dead."

Tommy whistled. "Those are some crazy steroids."

Kate, his partner in discord, punched him.

Eli fell to the ground, staring at his hands.

[rainforcsts]

IM TELLING YOU TATE MCRAE IS A HUMAN LIE DETECTOR AND DATED A HUMAN EMOTION READER CUZ WHY IS EVERY ONE OF HER SONGS MICHAELIA

idk if this contains any spoilers somehow but im not gonna make yall have to read my yap if ure not interested

"YOU TELL ME A LIE I'LL TELL YOU A FIVE" "YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN BOIL MY BLOOD AND MAKE THAT SHIT CUT" "YOU SAY THAT I'M A MESS OH JUST WAIT 'TIL I MAKE IT HURT" "WE'RE TOO STUCK IN OUR PRIDE / SAY THE WORST 'CAUSE I'M RIGHT / THERE'S NO ONE ELSE I'D RATHER LIE RIGHT TO" - messier, think later

i'm gonna stop screaming promise but there's more yap so read with caution

"i wanna kiss you when i hate you and then leave instead / i wanna kill you then i call you and say get in my bed" "been a full year now and we both know it's not good for us / but we both love the smoke in our lungs" "tell me a lie, it'll buy us some time" "might be crazy to stick this out / but we can't see all the flames around / you and i, and i / we're just dancing to the siren sounds" - siren sounds, so close to what

"'cause every time, you look at me it's never enough for you / it can't be fair to me, 'cause boy you know i'm so damn in love with you" - go away, i used to think i could fly (in that one killer instinct scene where cassie was like When she looked at Michael, what did she feel?)

"tried to call you off like a bad habit / but i keep coming back like a revolving door / say i couldn't want you less, but i just want you more" "i'm more hurt than i would admit / supposed to be an adult but FUCK IT i need a minute" - revolving door, so close to what

"i know that when it's all done, i'll hate you bad in the long run / but somehow it never ends MY HEEL'S ON THE EDGE OF YOUR BED AGAIN, YEAH / i get obsessive with you, all that i want is attention from you / break into my life and break all my rules, it's true" - run for the hills, think later

"yeah, i know we should break up but i just can't stay done with you, you" "we're best friends and enemies, we're good 'til you're dead to me, yeah / i told you goodbye like hundred million times, i know i sound so dumb but i just can't stay done with you" - stay done, think later

"look at the floor or ceiling / or anyone else you're feeling / take home whoever walks in / JUST KEEP YOUR EYES OFF HIM" - miss possessive, so close to what

"tell me it's nothing, i don't believe you / i know that look you get when you're about to lie" - i still say goodnight, i used to think i could fly (literally just these lines tho but it's actually perfect specifically for that scene in bad blood leading up to the "in five seconds..." moment)

"for god's sake, don't believe a word that i say / i wanna touch on you all day, instead i'm pushing you away / so classic, assuming you're telepathic / okay, it might make me batshit, just doing it out of habit" - signs, so close to what

"said you'd never, why'd you ever / lie to me, baby, lie, lie to me" - lie to me

"i knew from the start that we'd never last" "why do i dive head into the water? / sinking deep down, you're pulling me under" "i can't form a sound, your love's making me drown" - drown

"YOU HAD ME, YOU HAD ME FOR A MINUTE / THE SAD THING, IS YOU NEVER WOULD ADMIT THAT YOU HAD ME, YOU HAD ME FOR A MINUTE THERE" - grave, think later ("I had you going there for a second." "Maybe you did.")

"but i'm kinda sick and tired, you're so selfish / say that i'm not coming back to you / but wait, don't leave" "i keep falling for the bad ones / the always-make-me-sad ones" - bad ones, too young to be sad

"i wanna do something i know ain't polite like / show up at your house without calling / like doing something batshit, make you fall all in / she's where you're waking up, she's got you making up such pretty boy excuses / ooh, but i know one thing, she can't stop it happening in my mind" - hurt my feelings, think later

bonus: a lia to cassie song about michael

"see you so excited, you got him locked down" "he ain't just a pretty faced talker, good with his money, close to his mother" "you're right in that same position / so baby, don't get this twisted / no, nothing can make me miss it / take him, he's yours" "it's ok, i'm ok, had him in the first place" "it's ok, i'm ok, i don't really got a say" "i don't want him anyway, girl, take him" - it's ok, i'm ok, so close to what

if you reached this far thank you for reading my yap😔🙏 you're in my blessings tonight

[storiesofmyhead]

Pogues - A Rafe Cameron Story

Summary: Rafe and Cassiopia have always had a complicated relationship. A big age gap of 3 years starting at age 16 and 19, Rafe constantly hurting her friends, and in the end her. But hurting he was never what he wanted to do, all he wanted to do was protect her. Put yourself in Cassi's shoes as you live through 4 seasons of The Outer Banks and a rough relationship with the one and only Rafe Cameron.

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Season 1

Episode 1, Episode 2

Word count: 1541

"We're the pogues. And our mission this summer is to have a good time, all the time.'

Sitting on the top of a vacant house, John B - a longtime friend of hers - was playing with fate as he balanced next to her, a beer is his hand.

"That's what a- three-story fall to the deck?" Pope said sarcastically. "I'd give you about a one in three chance of survival." He squinted looking up into the sun.

"Hm," John B licks his finger before lifting it up to the sky. "Show I do it?" He jokingly asks.

"Ya, you should jump." Pope answers, holding his drill up to the sky towards John B like a gun. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You gonna shoot me." John B plays along holding his finger up like a gun, playfully shotting down at Pope.

"Yep."

Shaking her head, Cassiopia looks down hearing Kie's footsteps come out of the house. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." She throws her hands up, annoyed at the insensitivity towards the sea creatures and sea life.

"Of course, they are why wouldn't they?" Pope says as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Used to be a turtle habitat but, who cares about the turtles, I guess." She rolls her eyes, walking out onto the dec. More annoyed than she was before.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ jokes as Kie looks up at the three.

"Can you please not kill yourself?" Kie asks sarcastically, squinting her eyes up at him as Cassiopia, or Cass/Cassi for short, laughed at his antics.

"Don't you drop that beer," JJ threatens. "I'm not giving you another one."

Though despite JJ's threat, John B still managed to drop it not even 30 seconds after the warning, whining as he watches it smash on the ground, Casi slapping his leg, "You idiot," as she laughs shaking her head.

"Of course you did. Like right when I said." JJ shakes his head in disbelief as John B dramatically mourns his lost drink.

"Casi! Casi, where the fuck are you!" a familiar voice yelled from behind the house, near the road.

Rolling her eyes she stands, balancing her way to the other side of the house where none other than Rafe Camerom stood. His tongue pushing his cheek out, a clear sign of his annoyance, as he scowled his eyes searching the house.

All the pogues go silent, watching as Cassi slides down the roof until she was invisible, hidden by the other side of house.

Rafe's eyes widen, his body moving towards the house at a quick pace as he watches her climb down the house. "What the fuck are you doing up there?" He scolds. "That's so fucking dangerous. What were you thinking? You could've gotten hurt." His hands grab at her waist lifting her up away from the side of the house until she was safely on the ground.

"I'm fine, Rafe." She breaths out, annoyed at his concern. Well, it wasn't his concern she was annoyed about. She loved that he cared for her and knew he only wanted her to be safe, but sometimes he was a little overprotective. But it was everything she did that concerned him, he was always annoyed when he found her hanging out with the pogues doing some stupid or dangerous shit. And it wasn't just the fact that she was hanging out with the pogues, it was the fact that she wasn't hanging out with him and maybe because she picked the pogues over him.

"How many times have I told you, not to go some stupid shit with those pogues," he spit, saying the word pogue as if it was venom.

"Those pogues, are my friends." She scowled at him, now re-thinking her plans with him.

Huffing, he throws his head back running his fingers through his hair. "Ok. I'm sorry." He says looking back down at the girl in front of him. Her lips out in a pout, her arms crossed as she avoids eye contact.

"Baby-" His eyes catching the on-looking eyes and ears of the pogue's that try to catch their conversation. "Cassi, I'm sorry. Ok? I didn't mean to hurt you; I was just worried." He watches her eyes move from the ground up to him, before glancing back at her friend that try to eavesdrop.

"I forgive you. I know you just want what's best for me." She smiles up at him, his eyes showing true compassion and love as he gives her a small smile back.

"I wish I could kiss you right now. Just to show you how much I love you." He slightly shakes his head, breathing out, his eyes fluttering.

Giggling she grabs his hand and pulls him towards his truck that waits for them parked on the side of the road. Shaking his head, he allows her to pull him as they reach the passenger seat. Opening the door for her, he waits until she sat comfortably in the seat before closing the door and walking to the other side.

'And that's my friend, Cassi. Well, her real name's Cassiopia but we call her Cass or Cassi for short. She's a pogue through and through, but she has this weird relationship with the Camerons. After her dad died, I guess they took her in for a while until her mom came back and then she went back to full pogue. But no matter what Rafe Cameron never left her and refused to believe that she was even a 'dirty pogue' as he likes to call it. Don't really know their deal, but they're close. And ya. That's my crew.'

Gasping, Cassi shoots up breathing heavily now awake thanks to the loud thunder and rain that hit the house. Moaning softly Rafe sits up next to her, his arms wrapping around her waist and his head falling on her shoulder as he digs it into the junction between her neck and shoulder. Placing soft kisses down her neck and collarbone he asks, "What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing," She mutters, slightly shaking her head. "Just the thunder. It's loud. Go back to sleep."

"I can't sleep knowing that you're awake." He mutters, placing a kiss on her lips. "C'mere." He opens his arms pulling her on top of him. "I'll keep you safe, I won't let anything hurt you. I promise." He says placing one more kiss on her head as his hand covers the ear that isn't laying on his chest.

Listening to his heartbeat and his soft breaths, she allows it to lull her back to sleep. The raging storm outside long forgotten.

Moaning, Cassi turns over in the bed to lay on her stomach, pushing her head deeper into the pillow. Trying to block the bright light beams that had tried to wake her up in the first place.

"Cassi, stop moving." She hears Rafe groan from beside her. the arm that once held her close to his side, now laid under her. his grip tight as he rolls her on top of him as if she weighs nothing, which to him, she didn't.

"Mmm, Rafe." She hums, placing kisses on his bare chest moving up to his neck and jaw.

Eyes fluttering open, he smirks at her lifting his hand up to grip her chin and connect their lips. "My pretty girl." He says the rasp in his voice signaling that he just woke up.

Giggling softly, she places a few more kisses on his lips, sitting up to now straddle his hips. He reaches up to push her messy hair behind her ears, smiling tiredly up at her. "You're so fucking pretty. Oh, the things I want to do to you."

Bitting her lips she runs her hands up and down his torso, tracing his abs. His own hands falling to lay comfortably on her hips. "Ya? What do you want to do to me? Hm?"

"Oh," he chuckles, pulling her hips harder into his. "You feel that baby? Feel what you do to me?" He pouts, his bottom lip jutted out.

Leaning down she places another kiss on his lips before they’re interrupted by Rafe’s voice calling up the stairs.

“Sarah!” 

Groaning Rafe rolls his eyes, Cassi swinging her leg up and off of him, jumping off the bed. “No, baby~ Come back~” He whines, his hands reaching out to her.

“You're such a baby.” She giggles, opening his closet and grabbing one of his shirts out of it. 

Turning around she watched him sit up, placing a pillow on his lap, his eyes looking her up and down. The sight of her only wearing a pair of spandex and his shirt that stopped just above her knees, left barely anything to the imagination. 

"Are you hungry? I can makeeeee~" She drawls out as she tries to think of something, since the power was still out.

"Can I have you." His eyebrows lift up, his lips pulling up into a smirk.

Rolling her eyes, "How about yogurt and fruit." She sends him a smile.

"Ok." He smiles back. "I'll be right down."

"Got it." She answers happily before walking out of the room and down the stairs.

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havent written a fic in a while but got back into cod so yk anyways this is ass this is your warning ❤️

Johnny couldn't believe the skull mask bastard. He thought that he'd finally found his dream girl; parties, late night-outs, drinking, his friends loved her, what else could he wish for?

Well, one of his friends loved her too much. That masked fucking asshole. He said the girl was his ex but that he didn't care and was happy that she and Johnny had found each other and were happy. What a fucking liar. She'd told him she was going out with her friends and hours later, he got a great surprise; a video of her riding that fucking bastard.

Johnny's apartment had gone from an apartment to the war zones that he often inhabited. Except now, he wasn't there to fuck shit up and explode shit, his brain doing math and science with ease and instantly, he was a man with a shattered heart full of angst, despair, and rage. How could she? How could he? How could they? He thought he could trust them and now he was the fool with a video of his cheating girlfriend getting filled like a damn jelly donut. Why didn't he just stay single? Why did he have to yearn for a relationship so damn much? The gym was enough for him, he knew that, so why did he date her? He was left huffing and puffing and hunched over in a destroyed apartment turned destroyed nightmare.

He'd tried to text Gaz and the man's girlfriend, Cassandra, but he was just too angry that his fingers shook and his vision blurred. He'd had to resort to babbling on audio clips. The couple probably couldn't understand what he'd ranted on about; his accent always thickened to an unintelligible amount when he got angrier. Hell, sometimes he even switched to Gaelic without even realizing it when he was especially angry. He didn't know if Gaz and Cassie had responded since he'd quickly thrown his phone down to destroy his apartment.

Paintings and framed pictures were off of the walls and counters, now shattered and snapped on the floor. Couches and armchairs and seats were thrown about. Tables were flipped. Nothing in his apartment had been left untouched during his destructive rampage.

The door opened and Phillip stepped in. "A hurricane rip through here, Soap?" The commander raised a brow as he closed the door behind him, strolling over to the Scotsman as his eyes swept over everything in view. "That whore.." Johnny muttered, groaning as he fell down to his knees and sat back, the despair finally setting in and dragging him down to an emotional Mariana Trench.

"Kyle 'n Cassie told me what happened. Girl cheated on you with a 'buddy' and sent the video to you―Real fucked up, in my opinion.." Phillip muttered as he approached the other man. "Couldn't imagine that happening to me. I'm surprised you didn't find and kill 'em. Seems the only thing that got killed was your heart and this apartment." He added.

He was in front of Johnny and looked down at the man for a few seconds before kneeling down in front of him. "If someone cheats on you, I'd say they don't deserve you; you've got a good heart and are a loyal man, MacTavish. Anybody would be lucky to know you; family, friend, lover, whatever. 's their loss." The Southern man said in an attempt to comfort Johnny. Johnny looked over, "I..I just don't know what tae do, mate.." He muttered miserably. "'s never happened tae me before and I just don't know what tae do. Never thought I'd see my girl gettin' fucked by a guy I thought was my friend." He added, looking up at Phillip, trying to search for a solution to his current situation. What the hell did you do in this scenario?

Phillip smirked, looking off. "Well, I have an idea..All you have to do is agree and you'll get your revenge, MacTavish." He said, now looking back down and into Johnny's eyes. The Scotsman, now interested, sat up a bit straighter. "I'll bite; spill."

Imagine the shock on their faces when they saw the video that Johnny had sent. They never expected him to respond, less so with a video of his own.

The video had Johnny laying on his back in bed, his thick hands gripping Phillip's hips as Phillip rode him, their hips grinding together as Phillip tilted his head to the side, letting out a breathy chuckle as he admired Johnny's expression. The Scotsman was looking down, focusing on the sight of Phillip's cock, erect and leaking, "Ye look so damn pretty like this, Phil. Moanin' and leakin' everywhere." Johnny groaned, slamming his hips up and into Phillip, making Phillip's head fall back, his hands shooting down to cup Johnny's own, bigger hands. "'s it, moan for me, duine brèagha." Johnny chuckled.

The video cut to Phillip on all fours, the sound of skin aggressively slapping against skin as Johnny pounded into him, a beefy arm around Phillip's neck in a headlock as Phillip moaned and giggled dizzily. "Oh my God.." Phillip slurred, damn near drooling on himself.

"Losin' yer brain, hm? Droolin' 'n gigglin' like some himbo. Ye like being pounded senseless, huh?" Johnny mocked, getting eager head nods from Phillip in response. "Just beggin' to get fucked stupid, hm? I'll do it for ye, baby. Make you drool and go brain-dead with how hard I'll breed ye." Johnny added as he sped up, making Phillip laugh manically. It wasn't hard to see how much Phillip was loving it, the same went for Johnny.

Johnny, using his arm around Phillip's neck, shifted the older man towards the phone recording them. "C'mon, say hi to our audience, duine brèagha." Johnny smirked, sitting up and bringing Phillip up with him while also causing Phillip to grab at Johnny's thick arm, smiling. "Hi..." Phillip dragged out the word, giddy like it was Christmas morning.

"Should use you like this more often." The Scotsman kept Phillip up, snapping his hips into him. "Maybe buy you a pair of ears 'n a tail? Bet ye'd like a collar 'n leash as well, right, puppy?" He looked down at his hips slamming into Phillip's ass.

Phillip nodded excitedly. "I'll be your little puppy..'ll bark for you 'n―'n be a good boy!" He laughed. "Would be the dog gettin' fucked submissive by the big, bad, breeder dog!" He added.

"Been a fantasy of yours for a while now, hm? Havin' a big breeder dog ignore the females just to make you hiss." Johnny growled as he laid Phillip back down, continuing to fuck into Phillip with a frantic pace, desperate to hear Phillip's pleasure. Phillip nodded, moaning and whimpering. "Don't worry, honey, I'll get ye turn yer little fantasy into a reality. Just for ye." The bigger man growled as he finally came, making Phillip go limp in his arms, panting and whining.

Johnny nuzzled into him, "I've got ye, I've got ye..Relax." He cooed.

He chuckled, "Did so good for me. Filled you up all nice 'n ye didn't tap out at all―Such a good boy and my good boy." He said as he released Phillip from the headlock to pepper his cheek, jawline, neck, trapezius, shoulder, and back with kisses.

The video ended there. His phone was being spammed with messages sent as a desperate and frantic pace.

WTF JOHNNY

PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE

THIS ISNT FUNNY STOP IGNORING ME

The sound didn't matter; Johnny and Phillip had bathed together, dressed in loose and comfortable clothes as they cuddled together, slowly kissing and making out as some random show played in the background, their focus on each other rather than the screen.

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Drugs, Thugs and Pilot Kelson Hugs: Part 2

Pairing: Pilot Kelson x Reader

Warnings: Drugs, Alcohol, Swearing, Sexual Themes, Violence, Slowish Burn, I think that’s it?

Summary: Your friendship with Pilot grows steadily into something new.

- Part 1 Here -

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Over the next few weeks, you saw Pilot a few times at parties and bars and general get togethers. You quickly became good friends, getting to know each other more and more each time.

You also got to know Mason’s friend, Zack, who began hanging out with your group more frequently. Zack was a good looking guy, and he was charming. He asked you out the second time you met, and you had agreed more out of boredom and curiosity than out of actually liking him, but regardless, your date went well and you started seeing each other more over the next few weeks. You weren’t official but you definitely felt that Zack was about ready to ask you to be his officially. You weren’t sure if you would say yes when he asked, he was cute but you just weren’t crazy about him yet.

One night you were invited to Jack and Cassie’s for a get-together. Carly, Porter, Pilot and Mason would also be there, so you’d assumed Zack was also invited and didn’t bother asking him yourself. Truth be told you didn’t really care whether or not he was there, but you would enjoy his company if he was.

You arrived at Jack and Cassie’s apartment, and made your rounds saying hello to everyone who was already there. Mason and Pilot had yet to arrive so you made yourself comfortable.

A few minutes later Pilot walked through the door followed by Mason, but there was no sign of Zack. You hugged Pilot and he kissed your cheek. You said hello to Mason and went about enjoying your evening, forgetting about poor Zack entirely.

Most of the night passed without incident, and you were lounging on the couch next to Pilot and Carly, talking about everything and nothing when the front door swung open.

Zack stood at the front door, face red with anger as his eyes searched the room. You sat upright and looked at him with confusion.

“You!” He pointed his finger in your direction as he closed the gap between the front door and the couch. “What the fuck are you doing here, huh?” He spat.

“Woah! Woah!” Pilot stood and held his hands up to Zack, trying to slow his barrage.

“What are you talking about Zack?” You asked, incredulously, standing from your seated position.

“I went to your apartment to surprise you, but you weren’t there. I tried to call you, but you’re ignoring me! I called Mason, who was kind enough to inform me that you’d be here, without me. An invitation would have been nice, don’t you think? Or are you trying to avoid me so… so you can snuggle up to this guy?” He yelled, clearly slightly drunk.

“Alright Zack, I think you need to calm down.” You said, walking towards him. You tried to gently push him towards the front door so you could both leave and you could walk him home, but Zack took this as you trying to force him out, and shoved you. You went stumbling backwards and Pilot caught you before you fell. This enraged Pilot, and once he was sure you were secure and standing, he launched himself at Zack, grabbing him by his T-shirt and shoving him to the ground. Pilot held him down as Zack struggled drunkenly.

“Listen here you piece of shit, if you ever lay a finger on (Y/N), or any of us ever again, I will personally shove twenty quaaludes up your ass and strap you behind the wheel of your car with your foot on the gas, got it?” Pilot spat, his hand squeezing Zack’s face, forcing him to look at him.

Zack nodded, clearly embarrassed by the situation and that no one was taking his side.

“Good.” Pilot smiled sarcastically, tapping Zack on the cheek as he got up. “Now get the fuck outta here.”

Zack sauntered off, slamming the apartment door behind him. Mason felt the need to follow Zack and ensure he got home safely, so he left shortly after.

“Are you okay?” Pilot asked, walking back over to where you sat on the arm of the sofa, still not really believing what just happened, and that you found Pilot incredibly sexy in that moment.

You nodded, “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Thank you, for sticking up for me.” You nodded and smiled weakly. You suddenly weren’t in the mood to party. “I think I’m gonna go. I don’t feel so great all of a sudden.” You excused yourself, waving goodbye to the remaining members.

“I’ll drive you.” Pilot said, grabbing his keys. You were too shaken to argue.

The drive home was quiet, you were now contemplating whether or not to speak to Zack and to apologise for any misunderstanding, but you were aware that his behaviour, regardless of the reason, was unacceptable. You pulled up outside of your apartment block, and Pilot got out to help you out of your side.

“You ok if I walk you to your apartment? Just in case he’s waiting.” Pilot chuckled awkwardly. You smiled at him as you closed the car door.

“Thanks, good idea.” You nodded.

You made small talk as you climbed the seemingly endless flights of stairs to your apartment, eventually coming to stand outside your door.

“Well I guess he really did just go home.” You shrugged, relieved.

“Worth making sure, I guess.” He rubbed the back of his head.

“Thank you again, Pilot. For sticking up for me and for making sure I got home safe.”

“Any time.” You made eye contact for a while, mouths saying nothing but eyes saying everything. “See you around?” He eventually said, walking backwards towards the stairwell, both hands in his pockets.

You nodded, “Hope so.”

Pilot made his way down the stairwell, a smile in his face as he went. He got about halfway down, when he heard you calling him.

“Pilot, wait!” you called from the top, looking down at him. He looked up with a grin.

“I have a work event tomorrow night, I was going to take Zack, but I guess he’s out. Do you want to come as my plus one?” You asked, “as a friend, I mean.”

“Do I have to wear a suit?” He joked.

You rolled your eyes, “Just wear a nice shirt.”

“I guess I can make that happen.” He smiled.

“Ok, meet me here at 7?”

“See you then.” And he was gone.

You stood at the top of the stairwell, smiling to yourself. You were excited to see if he cleaned up well.

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The next evening came round quickly, you got ready and smoothed out the beautiful deep red dress you’d bought especially for the event that matched your lipstick. Your hair was styled elegantly and you felt… nervous.

The knock on your door alerted you that Pilot had arrived.

You had no idea why you were nervous until you opened the door, realising suddenly that it was him. You had subconsciously been worried he wouldn’t think you looked beautiful. But as soon as you opened the door, Pilot let out a deep breath and whistled lowly, taking you in. His eyes turned dark as he made eye contact with you.

“Wow.” He breathed. “You look incredible.”

You suddenly didn’t feel nervous anymore. You smiled at him. He looked so handsome, his hair was still messy but he had made an effort to smooth it down. He wore a button down white shirt, the top few buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to his forearms.

“You clean up good yourself.” You said, grabbing your purse and locking the door behind you.

Pilots hand came to rest gently on your mid back, as he guided you down the stairwell. You two were quiet the whole time, Pilot focussing on how the dress moved against your figure. You focussing on how his hand felt on the exposed skin of your back.

He drove you to the hall where your work event was being held, and you ran him through who to speak to and who to avoid.

When you arrived you walked in and went straight to the bar, getting a drink for you and Pilot before you began your rounds.

“(Y/N)! How nice to see you!” Your boss called as he and his wife waltzed over to where you stood.

“Mr and Mrs Jamison, lovely to see you.” You greeted them both with a kiss on the cheek.

“I love your dress darling!” Mrs Jamison exclaimed. She was a beautiful older woman, and she had taste, her dress had to cost more than a month of your salary, but she was kind enough to compliment you. “And who is your… friend?” She asked, unsure of who you’d brought.

“This is Pilot Kelson, ma’am. He’s a good friend of mine.” You introduced him.

“He’s a pilot?” She questioned. You chuckled and explained, “No ma’am, that’s just his name.” You smiled. Pilot shook her and Mr Jamisons hands.

“Nice to meet you.” He said politely.

“And you boy. Interesting name you have!” Mr Jamison exclaimed. “Come, let me introduce you to a few people.”

You and Pilot walked around the room following Mr and Mrs Jamison, being introduced to people you hadn’t yet met, and greeting those you had. After about 15 minutes of doing so, you excused yourself and Pilot to refresh your drinks.

You pulled him to the bar and sighed, “This is exhausting.”

Pilot chuckled, “It suits you, you fit in well with everyone.”

You scrunched up your nose in mock insult, “You saying I look like a snob?”

“You do in that dress.” He joked, poking your ribs, causing you to squeal and jump forward slightly into him involuntarily. Pilot laughed as he steadied you with both hands, suddenly stopping as he realised how close your faces were to one another. He could smell the peaches in your perfume.

You cleared your throat and stepped back when the bartender came to serve you. You both ordered fresh drinks and sat down at an empty table.

“So you spoken to Zack yet?” He asked, taking a long swig of his beer.

You shook your head, playing with the straw in your drink.

“No, I think I’ll give it a few days. But I probably should end it in person at least.”

Pilot nodded. A beat of comfortable silence passed as you both people watched.

Couples of all ages took to the dance floor, slow dancing lovingly with each other. It made sense really, almost everyone had brought their other halves, and there were only a small handful of singletons in your company.

Pilot watched you smiling as you gazed on the happy couples. He got up from his seat and extended his hand out for you to take.

“Oh, no way. We know how bad you are at dancing.” You gave him a stern look as you joked. He grinned at you, taking your hand and pulling you up.

“Come on Mrs Kelson, I think it’s time you gave your husband some attention.” He joked loudly. You flushed bright red and hissed at him to shush. Pilot laughed, and pulled you up against him once you reached the dance floor, one hand on his shoulder, his on your lower back, other hands on one another’s as he swayed you slowly back and forth.

“You’ve gotten better. Been practicing?” You questioned him.

“Yeah Jack and I love to slow dance in the living room. We’re romantic like that.” He joked. You smirked at him and rolled your eyes. You both moved gently to the music, and your eyes settled on one another while you did so.

Other couples flitted effortlessly around you, everyone’s eyes watching the sweet young couple now at the centre of the dance floor, dancing slower than everyone else, but your eyes were just on one another, not taking notice to everyone watching you.

“You look so beautiful, you really do.” He breathed, eyes half lidded and dark.

“You look pretty good yourself. I like this-“ you gestured to his slightly unbuttoned shirt, your fingers moving to gently stroke the uncovered skin without thinking.

Pilot let out a soft moan only you could hear over the music.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“ you pulled your fingers away and made to apologise but you were interrupted by Pilot squeezing your waist, as if to say it was ok. You smiled at him, your heart beating so hard you thought he’d be able to see it.

“That feels… nice.” He admitted, you grinned softly, and sheepishly moved your fingers back to his exposed chest, just underneath his collar bone. His skin was soft, and you traced the little bit of chest hair he had. When you looked back up at him, his mouth was slightly parted, his pupils were blown, and he was breathing heavily. His lips looked so soft.

“Pilot I-“ again you were interrupted, this time by the band switching to a lively song, and everyone started cheering. You quickly pulled away from one another and the little bubble you’d formed around yourself had burst.

For the rest of the evening, things felt slightly tense, and you and Pilot didn’t spend much time alone until he drove you back to your apartment at the end of the night, neither of you speaking about what had happened.

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- Part 3 Here -

[justagalwhowrites]

Lavender - Ch. 20

Life in the QZ gets worse and you're called outside the walls again. A continuation of Lavender Ch. 1-19 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (broken up), Tommy Miller x Reader

Warnings: Mild smut, talk of extreme police action, description of injuries. No use of Y/N. Minors, DNI 18+ only

Length: 6.5k

Saturday, June 11, 2011 - One Year Later 

“I can only keep them off your back so long,” Elias was all but stalking you into an operating room as you made sure your hair was tucked below your scrub cap. “At some point…” 

“I’m not asking for you to keep them off my back,” you said, pausing at the door to go scrub in. “Don’t need to lie, don’t need make up an excuse. Tell them I think they’re fascists and that I’m not going to prop up their dystopian police state.” 

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking exhausted. 

“They’re going to do it with or without you there,” he said. “This isn’t the hill you want to die on…” 

“I think it’s exactly the hill to fucking die on, actually,” you snapped. 

“And if they decide to execute you, too?” He demanded. “What then?” 

“Sounds like you’ll need to find someone to fill in for me on Saturdays,” you shrugged. He glared at you. “Can I go do this hernia repair now or are you going to keep trying to get me to be a tool in the continued downfall of humanity?” 

“Sometimes we can’t solve everything ourselves,” he said. “Sometimes we have to go along with awful things because we can do more good if we survive it.” 

You sighed. 

“They don’t know shit about medicine, right?” You said. He nodded once. “Great. Tell them you really just can’t spare me because I’m the only one who can do some stupid common surgical procedure so you need me here when I’m on duty. Because it’s just raining appendicitis here in the QZ. I imagine that will satisfy them and they can figure out how to check the pulse of someone they’ve hanged themselves without dragging me into it…” 

“Might work,” he sighed. 

“None of us should be a part of this,” you said. “Not just me. None of us should. It goes against our oath and even if it didn’t, it’s cruel and wrong.” 

“I agree,” he said. “But imagine how many people would die if they executed the entire clinic for insubordination. Oaths are complicated things. Sometimes, we have to look beyond just ourselves and consider what’s best for the whole.” 

“What’s best for the whole is FEDRA not executing people who have broken curfew one too many times because suddenly they’re dissidents,” you replied and then you sighed. “I do need to actually operate, I’ve got another hernia repair after this one… I’m sorry you’re stuck dealing with this shit. If you can keep me out of it while letting me keep my head, I’d appreciate it.” 

“Just… try not to call any of the guards fascist to their face, alright?” He said. “I’d rather you not end up shot in the street.” 

“I’ll do my best.” 

You went in to scrub and ground your teeth. Things had been steadily going down hill with FEDRA for the last six months. 

Patrols had increased drastically. They instituted a curfew about 10 months back that people didn’t take seriously at first - especially not the speakeasy crowd. Being home by midnight seemed outrageous. 

Then the executions started. 

They waited a few months before they started killing people. Gave people citations. Warned them that they’d be seen as conspirators with the Fireflies, the militarized resistance to FEDRA. From what you’d heard on your regular visits to the radio - you were still hoping against hope to find Cassie one day, though you were far less certain of her survival than you’d ever been of Joel and Tommy’s - that the fireflies were gaining strength across all the other QZs. People were angry that things weren’t getting better. You didn’t blame them. 

The first sign you had that you, specifically, needed to worry about getting roped in was when Andrew showed up to your apartment one evening, looking distraught. 

“Hey,” you frowned, pulling him inside. You led him to your couch and he sat down, almost in a daze. “What’s going on?” 

“Guards just came by, they took Jess, said they needed her, they’re doing something outside the walls, I don’t know what they need her for out there, it doesn’t make sense,” his voice cracked. “I don’t know what they need her for, what if something happens? She’s never been out there, she’s from Boston, she came right here, what if…” 

You pulled him into a hug, his arms going around your waist, his head buried in your stomach and he let out a choking sob. 

“It’s OK,” you ran your fingers through his hair. “It’ll be OK, they’ll look out for her. She’s going to be OK.” 

He spent the night that night, you sandwiched between him and Tommy (“This is weird, right?” Tommy said. “I mean, I’m fine with it, I just want to know that I’m not crazy.” “It’s weird,” you and Andrew said together.) Jess came back the next day, shaken but otherwise OK. It was the first of numerous trips for her outside the walls of the QZ. They were trying to use her to justify increased militarized presence through psychology, how that would help keep raiders under control. They were trying to prove their own worth. It was only a matter of time before they started roping in medical staff and teachers, too. 

Meanwhile, the Fireflies were getting more outspoken, more vocal and more violent. The tighter FEDRA seemed to squeeze, the more people wanted to back the Fireflies. It was so incredibly stupid on FEDRA’s part it took all you had to not walk off both your jobs. The only thing that kept you going was the fact that it was the best way you could help people. There were no schools or clinics that weren’t run by FEDRA. If you wanted to teach, if you wanted to heal, there were no other options. 

And you could use your connections to keep Tommy, Joel and Tess safe. 

They were still making their smuggling runs. You tried talking Tommy out of it every time he was about to leave for another one, all but begging him to stay with you instead of going out again.

“What, and leave Tess and Joel without all my skills to back them up?” He kissed your forehead. “C’mon. I’m basically the only reason they’re still alive, Sweetheart. Can’t let them go it alone.” 

So you kept them stocked in trauma supplies, stealing things from work with even greater regularity. Tommy kept showing up at your door battered and bruised. You’d taken to keeping a suture kit at your house, regularly needing to stitch his wounds closed. 

“I really fucking hate this,” you said one night, stitching a knife wound to his shoulder closed as you sat behind him on your bed. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighed. 

“No, I mean it,” you said. “I really hate it. I really hate seeing you hurt, I really hate patching you up, I really hate that you feel like you have to do this. I really fucking hate it, Tommy, and I wish you’d stop going out there.” 

You tied off the suture and got the kit cleaned up, stashing what was unused and still sterile back in your abused at home supply kit. 

“Hey,” he took your hand and pulled you between his legs, looking up at you. “I’m not goin’ out there for nothing…” 

“You’re going out there for ration cards,” you snapped. “Which is damn near nothing.” 

“Goin’ out there for shit we can’t get here,” he said, untying your robe and unwrapping you slowly, like you were a gift. He pressed his lips to your bare stomach, kissing up your body to your breastbone. “Some of it is important shit. And I have to try to keep Joel and Tess safe. I’m not tryin’ to get hurt, I’m really not tryin’ to hurt you. I’m doing it because it’s important and it’s the only damn way I got to do something important in this fuckin’ place.” 

“You’re important to me,” you said quietly, running your fingers through his hair. “Be important that way.”

“And you’re important to me,” he kissed your chest again. “But would you listen if I asked you to stop working at the clinic?” 

“I’m not risking my life at the clinic.” 

“You’ve got your brain to offer,” he half smiled up at you. “I’m a soldier. All I’ve got’s my body, so I’m usin’ it.” He tugged you closer. “Hopin’ you’ll let me.” 

You sighed, straddling him, kissing him, your arms draped carefully over his shoulders so as to not disturb his fresh sutures. 

“Really don’t encourage a lot of physical activity so soon after a medical procedure,” you said as he slid your robe to the floor and trailed his lips down your throat. “Should probably make you wait…” 

“Swear to God I’ll lose my mind if you don’t let me inside you,” he growled and you laughed. He took the opportunity to pick you up and lay you down with a surprised shriek. 

“And you really shouldn’t be doing that,” you said between kisses. “You’re going to rip your stitches out!” 

“Worth it.” 

He quickly pulled off his pants and thrust into you, making you gasp and moan. “Fuck, Sweetheart, Goddamn,” he groaned. “How do you always feel this fuckin’ good?” 

You ground your hips into him and he pressed his lips to the hollow of your throat with a delicious moan, starting to work himself in and out of you. He knew just how you liked to be fucked now, knew all the places inside you to find, how to work your clit, touch your skin, suck your nipples into his mouth. He pulled you tight and close to him as his pace increased and your orgasm built and you fell apart together, gasping for breath as he lay on top of you. You lifted your head just enough to see his sutures before collapsing back down into bed. 

“You got fucking lucky, Miller,” you panted. “Because I’d never fuck you again if you made me redo those stitches.” 

“I’d seduce you eventually,” he said, kissing your shoulder and sliding out of you. You rolled your eyes. “Only took me 10 years the first time…” 

Your relationship with Tommy had been one of the few, surprising bright spots in the last year. It was oddly easy, being with him. There wasn’t much about him that wasn’t easy. He was sweet, he was fun. It was what you’d imagined a relationship to be like in college before you’d started dating Joel. With Joel, it had been heady and intense from the beginning. You’d been head over heels for him from the start. There was no other option, it was all in or nothing and nothing didn’t feel like it was on the table. 

Tommy was the opposite. But that was, in part, because you couldn’t seem to actually fall for him. Even when you tried. Even when you focused on it. 

It didn’t seem to matter what he did. He took you dancing at the Speakeasy. He brought you bottles of wine from outside the QZ. He got you a small TV/VCR combo from the underground market and a copy of You’ve Got Mail on VHS. You were almost giddy with it while trying to tell him it was way too much. 

“Nah, I had to,” he smiled. “Found the tape when we were outside, knew how much you loved that movie. Then I just had to make sure you could actually watch the damn thing.” 

Tommy was probably a damn near perfect boyfriend. He just… wasn’t Joel. 

It didn’t matter that you hadn’t seen him - not even in passing - since the conversation near the clinic. Tommy always came to your place. You always dealt with him or Tess when it came to resupplying their medical stash. He had done a thorough job of making sure you never saw each other. 

And it didn’t make a damn difference. 

There was a second every morning Tommy spent the night where you thought you were waking up next to his brother. It was one moment - a sweet, if brief, moment - where everything felt right. It was one of your favorite moments of the day, the second there your mind tricked yourself that you were still with the person you loved most. And then came the letdown followed by the shame of it. 

“What the fuck is my problem?” You asked Andrew one afternoon as you worked in your lab. “Why can’t I get the fuck over him? Tommy… he’s basically perfect, why can’t I just love him? Why do I have to want the person who doesn’t want me back? And at what point do I fucking tell Tommy ‘hey, I know you’ve basically done nothing but be the best boyfriend a girl could ask for for the past almost year but I’m still in love with your brother who, as it happens, is kind of a dick.’”

“The heart wants what the heart wants, I guess,” Andrew shrugged. “I can’t imagine loving anyone but Jess. You could drop Halle Berry in front of me, make her love all the same shit I do and I’d still want Jess. Just how it works sometimes.” 

“This is such a fucking mess,” you groaned. 

“He said he understood what he was getting into,” he shrugged again. “So, if I were you, I’d keep it to myself until he drops the L-word on you. Then you’ll have to come clean. But, until then, I think you’re in the clear.” 

“Why am I this stupid?” You asked. “Seriously. I’m not this stupid with anything else, how was I this fucking stupid?” 

“Eh, you’re pretty stupid with at least some other things,” he said. You glared at him. “You are an absolute shit partner to have in bridge. You cannot strategize for shit, you are really stupid at bridge.”  

“Thank you,” you said sarcastically. “That makes me feel so much better.” 

“Always happy to be of service.” 

It had been a few months that you’d known, for a fact, that you couldn’t fall in love with Tommy. It didn’t matter how hard you tried, how much you wanted to, it wasn’t going to happen. You still weren’t sure what to do about it. 

You thought about it more when he wasn’t around. So you were thankful, that Saturday, to have surgeries to attend to. Tommy, Joel and Tess were outside the QZ yet again. Not only were you always worried the whole time they were gone, your brain went into overdrive trying to figure out what to do about the Tommy situation. Surgery was a pleasant distraction. 

It was late when you finally finished everything on the docket that day. The sun had set and you felt like you were ready to fall asleep standing up. 

“Want to come over later?” Andrew asked as you leaned against the front desk. “Feel like you might need the distraction.” 

“Yeah…” you sighed, looking out at the empty waiting room. “Probably a good idea…” 

The bell on the front door rang and you instinctively looked. Tess ran in, eyes wide, blood dripping from her shoulder. 

“Fuck,” you swore. You were running before you even really knew you were running, grabbing one of the clinic’s go bags. 

“Andrew,” you said as you went for the door. “Keep an OR ready for me, do NOT shut down until I get back, understand? See if you can get someone else to stay, please…” 

“I’ve got it,” he said. “Go!”

Tess led the way to the hole in the fence. 

“What happened?” You asked, the two of you walking as quickly as you could without drawing the attention of anyone patrolling. 

“We got pinned down, about a mile outside the QZ,” she said. “We took everyone out eventually but Tommy and Joel…” 

“Tess,” your voice cracked. 

“They were alive when I left,” she said. 

“Fuck!” 

You slipped out of the fence, past the search lights and the debris field, and you ran. 

You’d never been an athlete. You liked hiking and swimming and walking and were in fine shape but you’d never been a runner. That didn’t seem to matter then. 

You raced toward where Tess pointed you, her falling back. You started watching for the bodies that would be around wherever they’d stashed themselves, the telltale signs of the showdown Tess mentioned. 

When you spotted it, you practically tore into the small storefront, yanking a flashlight out of your pocket. It didn’t take you long to find Joel and Tommy. 

“Hey Sweetheart,” Tommy smiled a little at you. He was breathing heavily, his gun lying across his lap. Tess ran in behind you. 

“Hey, you idiot,” you smiled a little back. Joel was silent on the ground. “I need to evaluate you both and figure this out, try to stay conscious for me, OK?” 

“Anything for you,” he said, wincing a little. 

You took off your backpack and put your flashlight in your teeth, looking Joel over first. He was unconscious but he had a pulse and was breathing. Good signs, even though his breath was shallow. There was a penetrating chest wound and a compound fracture just above his left knee. 

“Jesus Christ, what the fuck did you guys get up to?” You asked, pulling out your stethoscope. “Do you know how fucking hard it is to break your femur?” 

“Had to jump off a roof,” Tommy winced. “Think I just sprained an ankle, Joel landed wrong…” 

“Wrong is a fucking understatement,” you muttered, checking his heart rate and his breathing. “Think he’s stable for the moment…” 

You moved to Tommy. 

“Why do I feel like we’re gonna be in a fight after this?” He asked. 

“Because we are,” you said. “Show me what’s wrong.” 

“Got shot,” he angled his leg with a groan so you could see the wound. It was to the thigh but had missed the major arteries, so not terrible. “Sprained the ankle…” 

“Tess,” you said. “I’m going to need…” 

There was a sudden gasping sound from behind you and you spun. Joel was still unconscious but he was struggling to breathe. 

“Doc!” Tess ran to him. 

“Move!” You ordered, rushing over and thrusting the stethoscope into your ears. You pressed it to his chest and listened. “Fucking hell…” 

You yanked your bag to your side and started ripping through it. 

“What?” Tess sounded panicked. “What is it?” 

“He had a fucking pneumothorax that I missed and it just changed to a tension pneumothorax,” you said, thrusting the flashlight to Tess. She took it, shining the light down at the bag. You found a scalpel and some tubing. 

“What’s that?” She asked. “What does that mean?” 

“It means there’s air in his chest that’s trapped and making it so his lung can’t inflate and I need to get it out or he’s going to fucking die,” you snapped, ripping his shirt open, sending buttons flying and pointing to a spot on his rib cage. You cut off a short length of tube. “Light here.” 

She obeyed and you made the cut, thrusting the tubing in to hold the incision open so the air could escape. He took a deep, shuddering breath and you relaxed. 

“Thank fuck for that,” you sighed, really looking at his face for the first time. 

You had to fight the urge to touch him. He was still so fucking beautiful it made your heart ache. Seeing him again was like getting hit by the train. All this time, you’d thought you’d just been holding steady, that you just kept loving him the same way you always had. 

You hadn’t. It had become a dull roar. It hung on the edges of everything but you could forget about it sometimes, when he wasn’t there to remind you. But the second you saw him, it was all consuming. You felt it in your skin, your chest, your marrow. Loving him was built into you like any other vital thing, there was no excising it. You could quiet it, avoid it but it would never cease to exist. Not for you. 

“Tess,” you said after a second. “Hold pressure on the lower chest wound, leave the one I just made the fuck alone.” 

You went to Tommy and started looking at his gunshot wound. 

“How are you feeling?” You asked. “Lightheaded?” 

“Nothin’ I can’t handle, Sweetheart,” he smiled a little. “Just having a hard time walking is all…” 

“Yeah, that’s going to be the sticking point here,” you glanced to Tess.

“What?” She asked. 

“You and I are going to have to do some heavy lifting,” you said. 

“I can do that,” she nodded. “I can do that.” 

You grabbed some gauze and a brace from your bag, wrapping Tommy’s gunshot wound and giving him some ankle support before you looked him in the eye. 

“Alright Miller,” you said. “Time to boot and rally, you were in the army, you can do this. You’re going to go with Tess to the fence and head for the clinic. Andrew is waiting for you guys.” 

“What about you?” He asked. 

“I’m going to wake up Joel and I’m taking him to the main gate,” you said, getting to your feet and offering Tommy your hand. 

“That’s a fucking death sentence, you can’t go to the main gate!” Tess gaped up at you. 

“We can’t get him through the fence,” you said. “There’s no way in hell, not with a compound fracture, an open chest wound and a pneumo. Main gate might be a death sentence for you but I can get us in. It’ll be tricky but I can get us in.” 

“That’s too big a risk,” Tommy said, taking your hand. You pulled him to his feet and slung his arm over your shoulder. “You can’t…” 

“I can’t just leave him out here,” you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I need to get him to the clinic before shit gets worse and that’s the only way…”

He cupped your face, looking in your eyes and you knew he saw it. What you felt. Why you couldn’t leave Joel behind. Not now, not ever. 

“It’s gonna get you killed, Sweetheart,” he said softly. 

“Don’t have a choice,” you smiled sadly. He pressed his lips to your forehead. 

“Tess?” You said, still looking at Tommy. She came alongside you and you held up his arm. She stepped into place. “Straight to the clinic, OK?” 

“You sure you’ve got Joel from here?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you said. “Get yourselves out of here, we’ll be right behind. The clinic. Andrew’s staying there, he’ll help you.” 

She nodded and they left you there with Joel on the ground. 

You ran to his side, checking his breathing. Still solid. 

“Well at least there’s that,” you muttered to yourself. You quickly bandaged the wound at his chest. Looking closer, you were pretty sure it was a stab wound and not a bullet hole. You tried to keep it so it wouldn’t be jostled and have him start bleeding out. You moved onto the leg. 

You were going to need to at least partially set it, there’s no way you could carry him and he couldn’t put any weight on it the way it was now. It was just going to hurt like a bitch. Which is part of why you’d sent Tess and Tommy along. This part was not going to be pretty and there was a good chance he was going to scream loud enough to attract every clicker and raider in a five mile radius. 

“OK Miller,” you grabbed the length of tubing you hadn’t used to open his chest and put it between his teeth, making him bite down on it. “You can do this, you can get through this you stubborn asshole, you’re going to be fine, hear me? I will never forgive you if you’re not fine so you’re going to be fucking fine…” 

You grabbed the stuff to make a splint from your bag and set it up around his injured leg before you put one knee on his hip, hoping to help hold him still. 

“Here we go,” you took a deep breath. “One, two, three…” 

You winced as you started pushing his bone back into alignment. He gasped and flung his hand out, catching you in the side. 

“It’s me!” You said quickly, pushing the bone back into place. He groaned, the sound choking and gasping. “Bite down on the tube, I’m setting your leg enough that you can put weight on it, I know it hurts, I’m almost done just stick with me…” 

The bone disappeared below the skin and you stopped pushing. Joel went slack, panting for breath. You grabbed gauze and quickly bound the point where the break had come through the skin before setting the splint. 

“You still with me over there, Miller?” You asked, not able bring yourself to look over at him, afraid of what you might see. 

“Still here,” he was panting for breath. 

“Good,” you said, sitting back on your heels for a moment, out of breath yourself. You looked over at him. 

He was watching you, a soft look on his face. Your heart swelled with it.

“Hey Kid,” he said quietly. 

“Hey,” you half smiled at him. 

“Tess and Tommy?” He asked. 

“Headed for the QZ,” you said. “Sent them on ahead because they’re taking a different route in than us.” 

“What route are we taking?” He frowned. 

“Main gate,” you said, starting to pack up your supplies. 

“No,” he shook his head. “No, we can’t…” 

“You can’t without me,” you cut him off. “But I can. And you can’t get under the fence right now, Joel, not with your leg like that coupled with the fact that you’ve got a penetrating chest wound and I had to give you an incision to relieve a tension pneumothorax.” 

“Then you’re leavin’ me out here,” he started trying to prop himself up on his elbows and you went to help him. “Not riskin’ you bringing me in through the main gate…” 

“Shut the fuck up, Miller,” you said, helping him sit up all the way. He glared at you. 

“Always knew there was a risk of not comin’ back, Kid,” he said. His eyes kept ranging over your face. 

“You don’t get to just die on me out here,” you snapped. “We’re not doing that, got it? I didn’t come all the way out here to save your ass just to have you die on me so we’re going to the main fucking gate.” 

You stood up and put on the pack before offering him your hand. He glared at you. 

“I swear to God Joel if you don’t I will go to the main gate myself and make them come get you in a patrol truck,” you snapped. “Guessing this is a smuggling hide out for you, I will bring them here, I don’t give a shit.” 

“You’re the most stubborn damn woman I’ve ever met,” he muttered, taking your hand.

“Put as much weight as you can on the good leg,” you ordered. He glared at you. “What, you’re saying dumb shit like I should just leave you out here to die so I have to state the obvious. Ready?” He nodded once. “Alright, one, two, three.” 

You pulled and he hissed in pain as you helped him up. He almost collapsed and you caught him with your shoulder tucked into his armpit. 

“See?” You said as he panted for breath. “We’ve got this.” 

It didn’t take long for you and Joel to fall into a rhythm that kept his pain from getting worse as you walked. It was slow going but you made steady progress. 

“Why’d you do this?” He managed after you’d walked half a mile. 

“What do you mean?” You frowned. 

“Come out here,” he said. His breaths came in short, gasping pants. “Save me. Why?” 

You were quiet for a moment.

“You know why,” you said eventually. 

He ground his teeth. 

“We’re not good for each other,” he said. 

“I know.” 

“Told you I didn’t want to see you.” 

“Trust me, I remember.” 

“You’re with Tommy.” 

“I know.” 

He growled. The searchlights of the QZ perimeter were getting close. 

“When we get up there, let me do the talking,” you said. “Keep your mouth fucking shut. I’m going to get us through this in one piece but you have to do what I say for a change, got it?” 

He just grunted in affirmation. 

The guards spotted you quickly. It wasn’t like you were trying to hide. 

“Hands up!” Their guns were drawn. You raised the hand you could. “I fucking said hands up!” 

“Can’t put them all up, I have an injured man with me,” you called back. “I’m a doctor at the clinic, I got word of an injured person outside the fence, I’m bringing him in for treatment…” 

The voice shifted. 

“Doc? That you?” 

You squinted against the searchlight as the guard came closer. You smiled a little. 

“Hi Tim,” you said. You’d known there was a good chance one of your former students would be at the gate. It was just luck that it was one who remembered you fondly. He lowered his gun. 

“What are you doing out here?” He asked, coming over and taking Joel’s other side. Joel just gaped at you. 

“Helping the injured,” you jerked your head in Joel’s direction. “That whole hippocratic oath thing, I couldn’t just ignore it once I knew about it. I was hoping you could let us in here.” 

“Doc, you left the QZ…” he said quietly. 

“I know,” you said. “And I don’t want to compromise you or your job in any way. But I had to do my job, too. If you need to write me up or take me into custody you can, but I need to get this man to the clinic first…” 

He looked Joel over. 

“You’ll make sure he does intake?” He asked.

“Of course,” you replied. He pulled out a scanner and took a sample from each of you. The screen glowed green. His jaw twitched. 

“Alright,” he said. “But we have to move quick and you never saw me, OK?” 

“Thank you,” you said, moving as quickly as Joel would allow. Your heart was in your throat until you were through the gate. 

“Get to the clinic by curfew,” Tim said. “You’ve only got 20 minutes.” 

*** 

Joel wasn’t sure what hurt more, his leg, his chest or seeing you. 

He’d managed to avoid you for a year. A whole year of not seeing your face, the longest he’d gone since he’d come to the QZ. He hated every goddamn second of it. 

It was the right thing to do, though, trying to let you go. He kept fucking failing you and he’d keep fucking failing you the more he was around you. And being around you hurt. 

He wasn’t sure it would be better or worse if you were his. Everything he’d lost was all tied up in you. The life he’d been inches away from having wound around your limbs and lips and hair. He didn’t think he could just be next to you and know that. But fuck, not seeing you… 

One of the hardest things he’d ever had to do was say goodbye to you that day on the street. But he couldn’t keep drowning you in his misery. As much as he’d hated Tommy for touching you, for picking you, he couldn’t hate him for pointing out the obvious. He’d been cruel to you. As much as he was angry, hurting, wanting to hate you, you didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than what he could give you. You were too much for him to take and he couldn’t seem to stop hurting you. It had to end. 

But he was relieved that he could gauge how you were doing by Tommy’s mood. He didn’t like much else about the fact that you were with him but when Tommy came home from seeing you in a good mood, he knew you were happy. If he were a little off, he knew you probably had a bad day at work. If he were irritable it meant you were upset about something. He didn’t dare ask what but he knew it was something. 

It was strange, knowing you existed in the world but not knowing much of anything about it. He clung to what he did know. Wished he didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to see you. Wished he didn’t want to look at you. 

But now you were close - so fucking close - and it hurt. Andrew helped you get him onto an exam table and he could barely hear what you were saying, giving him some kind of pill and making him breathe in some shit that made his head swim as you made him lie down. 

“Don’t want you workin’ on me,” he managed. You frowned. 

“Well I’m the only option you have, Miller, so suck it up,” you said, not looking up from your work at his side. 

“Don’t want to want to look at you,” he muttered. 

“Then don’t look at me,” you said, stitching up his side. 

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled. “Too fuckin’ pretty…” 

“Sounds like a personal problem, Miller,” you said. “Stop talking so much, you’re making it hard to sew.” 

“Sorry,” he said. “Just missed you.” 

You looked at him for a moment. 

“Missed you too.” 

You went back to sewing. He just watched you work, soaking up what he could of you. He didn’t know when he’d see you again. He wanted to hold onto this. 

He fell asleep watching you heal him. 

***

By the time you finished with Joel, you were exhausted. You were going to have to just sleep in an exam room, it was past curfew and you wouldn’t want to be far, anyway. But, for that moment, you just wanted to slump against the wall in the hall, not able to make yourself move any further. 

You slid to the floor, leaning your head back against the wall and taking a deep breath. Your legs and arms ached. You were pretty sure your abs would, too, in the morning after you hauled Joel all that way. 

Tess came out of an exam room and looked surprised to find you on the floor before siting next to you. 

“How is he?” She asked. 

“He’ll be fine,” you sighed. “Won’t be able to make any runs for at least two months while his femur heals, though.” 

She nodded slowly. 

“Can I ask you something?” She asked after a moment. 

“As long as it’s nothing philosophical,” you replied. “Brain is fried. Ask me how to do surgery, that I can do with my eyes closed.”

“What are you doing with them?” She asked, watching you. You frowned. “You’ve got Tommy wrapped around your finger. You’ll put your life on the line to save Joel. What are you doing with them?” 

“Nothing that I really have a say in,” you looked at her, too tired to try to dodge the question. “If I could stop… feeling the way I do, I would. I hate it, I hate what it’s done to me, what it’s done to him, what it’s doing to Tommy and I just… I don’t want it anymore. I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I want it to be over. 

“I keep thinking that loving people, that’s the reason we’re here. That’s what we’re supposed to do with life, we’re supposed to love people as much as we can for as long as we can but that doesn’t work anymore, does it? Maybe it did before all this happened. Maybe it didn’t and I was just too naive to know it but that’s what it felt like we were supposed to do. But I can’t keep loving him and I can’t just let this keep going with Tommy and I just….” Your voice cracked. You were too tired to try to fight off tears. 

Tess tugged you over so your head was on her shoulder. You blinked in surprise. 

“I was married before,” she said. “I told you that. I didn’t tell you that I had to shoot him, in the outbreak.” 

“Jesus…” you breathed. 

“Even knowing how it was going to end, I’m glad I had it while I did,” she said. “But I’m still too afraid to ever love someone like that again. Love like that wrecks you, utterly destroys you. It’s why I make the choices I make now. And yeah, it’s safer but my God is life sweeter when you have it.

“Joel’s broken like that, too,” she said. “Part of why we get along. I’m not sure he’ll ever get his shit together. It’s too big a risk for him. But I think you still can figure it out. It hasn’t broken you yet. You still wear ribbons in your hair. You’re not broken yet.” 

You stared at the wall for a moment. 

“I need to talk to Tommy,” you said eventually. 

“I’m really sorry, Doc,” she said quietly. 

“Me too.” 

You made yourself stop crying before you knocked on Tommy’s door and opened it quietly, half hoping he would be asleep when you went inside. 

No such luck. 

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he half smiled at you. 

“Hey,” you half smiled back. “How are you feeling?” 

“Been better,” he shrugged. “Been worse.” 

You nodded. 

“The nurse - Kristen, I think? - said Joel was fine,” he said. You nodded again. 

He just looked at you for a moment, like he was memorizing you. 

“I never had a shot, did I?” He asked. 

You smiled tightly. 

“I told you I wasn’t sure I could ever love anyone else,” you said softly. 

“You did,” he nodded. “Just hoped I’d convince you.” 

“You and me both.” 

He smiled at that and held out his hand for you. You took it, letting him tug you to him. 

“You’ve been the most fun I’ve had since the end of the world,” he said. “Glad we got to figure it out.” 

“Me too,” you sniffed, trying not to cry. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead. 

“Go sleep,” he said. “You look like you’re about to fall over.” 

“Yeah, I think I am,” you laughed. “Your brother is fucking heavy, I’m never hauling him anywhere again…” 

He laughed at that, too. You looked at him. 

“I really tried,” you said quietly. “But…” 

“I know,” he said. “Now get out of here before I do something stupid.” 

You nodded and went for the door. 

“Hey,” he said. 

You stopped and turned back to him. 

“Here’s looking at you, Kid.” 

You smiled, shook your head a little, and left him behind. 

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The Best Kind of Danger

Chapter 2

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She had to tell him. He had to know. She didn't want to take any more chances of losing him. Tonight, she faced the reality of the world around her; the reality that his heart wasn't hers. She was terrified to lose him, yet scared to tell him the truth, but thinking about life without him made her want to cry. She never imagined that a man she'd met only a year ago could make her feel this way and become her world, her happiness, her safety; become her everything, and the idea of never being with him because she was too afraid of rejection hurt her deeply. He looked at her the second the tear slipped down her cheek. She casually brushed it away, never knowing he was watching her. 

"I don't do pools, I don't do oceans, I don't do anything that requires me getting into a swimsuit. I just don't like them."

Cassie followed Folio inside the lodge with Jolly close behind her. Ever since Matt told everyone that the lodge they were staying in had a hot tub Jolly made it his mission to convince Cassie of the many reasons why she needed to pull out her swimsuit, the one she told him she didn't have, and get in it.

Folio knew how Cassie got when feeling pressured and it always brought out his protective nature for her. He felt the need to defend her or stick up for her even though he knew she could do it on her own. Cassie never argued or told him to stop either, which only encouraged him

He was trying to be on good behavior and not snap, but Jolly's persistent attitude was starting to piss him off. He was exhausted from the show; still in the same sweaty clothes and sore. From the severe pain running from his bicep and up the side of his neck, Folio figured he pulled a muscle somewhere. 

"Fuck dude, why are you riding her case about it? Just fucking let it go. If she doesn't like them, then she doesn't like them," he barked "What? Pools, hot tubs, or swimsuits?" Jolly teased, forcing Folio to suddenly stop and turn around. Cassie ran right into him, her face smashing against the bag strap across Nick's chest. 

"Ouch, holy shit," Cassie yelled, grabbing her nose. "Oh my god, Cassie, I'm so sorry! Fuck, I didn't mean to," quickly offering her assistance.  "What the hell! Why'd you stop like that?" brushing his hand away. "I was turning around to look at Jolly, and I just," stifling a laugh that faded the second he saw the discomfort on her face. 

The way she was rubbing her nose and her eyes welled up with tears hurt his heart. Nick pulled her closer, cupping her face to examine it.�� "I'm sorry," he said gently, giving her a half smile.  Cassie smiled back, placing her hands over his. "It's okay. It just hurt, really bad, that's all," shrugging her shoulders.

The scent of him made Cassie's knees weak. He smelled like his deodorant, incense, and sweat; he smelled like Nick and damn she loved that smell. Folio caressed her cheeks with his thumbs, taking the opportunity to relish the feeling of her skin. It was always so soft and he loved having his hands on it; on her.

"I think the universe is trying to tell you something," Jolly chuckled, moving around the two of them to get by.  "What that me hurting Cassie saved your ass?" Folio scowled, slapping him in the back as he walked by. "Just get in the fucking hot tub!" Jolly yelled, walking away. Folio rolled his eyes.

"You sure you're okay?" focusing his attention on Cassie, who, by now was fixing her hair and readjusting the bag over her shoulder. She was still in his hoodie, making him wonder if he'd get it back. To be honest he didn't care if he didn't. It looked better on her anyway.

Cassie nodded. "I'm fine." To reassure him, she gave his bicep, the same one that was hurting, a slight squeeze, and his face scrunched in pain.  "Oh, sorry! What's wrong," a worried look washing over her face.

"I don't know, it just hurts. Pain's running up the side of my neck too," he said, dragging his finger up and down to show where it was hurting. Cassie didn't waste a second before dropping her bag and laying her hands on his neck after removing his back from around him. The delicate touch of her cool fingers moved smoothly over his skin, massaging over his newest tattoo of Jesus. 

"You probably pulled a muscle with all that crazy arm throwing you do when you play. You're a crazy animal, Nick." peering up at him through her lashes. "Yeah, but you like me that way and you know it." His eyes were glued to her, watching her face as she worked her magic on him.  Cassie paused for a moment before a warm smile rushed over her lips, sending his heart racing. "Yes, I do; very much."

A strong, vast heat surrounded his length, the throbbing quickly making him uncomfortable in his briefs. She was turning him on so badly and with the release of the pressure and pain that came as she rubbed the nerves and muscles, working out every tensed knot that had formed from weeks of overwork made him light-headed, and dizzy. For a brief moment, the vision of her in only his hoodie returned, cascading over his mind like a welcoming rainstorm on a hot summer night, and along with the images of him finding his release within her walls, it stimulated his hardness even more.   

"You crushed it tonight, though." "Did I?" trying to ignore the butterfly feeling running like a racehorse through his body. "You don't think so," she asked, her voice low and alluring. She worked out a remaining knot right below his shoulder blade. "Do you always believe me when I say you're fucking hot?" turning his head slightly to look over at her. His jaw was clenched, showing off his well-defined jawbone. Cassie paused and leaned into Nick's back, resting her chin on his cool bare skin and wrapping her hands around his shoulders. She wanted to fall into him, absorb every bit of him into her body. 

"No, I don't."  "Well, then see, I don't always think I did so great. I messed up a lot tonight."  The tension that was quickly developing around them was unusual, but not unwelcome.

Cassie continued working her fingers up and down Folio's neck, pushing away his silver chain with the trout on the end of it so she could have easier access to his body. A soft, hard groan that only came out when something penetrated him in ecstasy, escaped his throat as she moved her hands down to his bicep.

Cassie's skin prickled and she suddenly ached between her thighs for Folio. What little of him she had in her hands stimulated her sex, bringing her to the point of silently begging him for release. Even though Nick didn't notice, at first, how easily he set her body ablaze, the soft whimper that escaped was a sign she wanted more; so much more. Cassie wanted all of him.

Nick heard that whimper and for the first time, ever, he was positive that something incredibly strong was building between the two of them. "I think you're too hard on yourself, Nick," she indicated. "You do huh?"  She nodded. "Mmmhmm, I do. Sometimes, you don't realize how great you are and what you do to people; what you do to me." Those last words she whispered, he heard them, and they did the most incredible things to him. Folio quickly turned and faced her, hoping to see what he was dying to see in her eyes. And he did. 

The eyes that reminded him of deep forests in springtime looked back at him with such tender longing, almost bringing him to the edge of himself. Folio was done for. He no longer wanted to fight the feelings that came every time Cassie was near him, or when she touched him. He was tired of resisting and ignoring the way she made his heart and body feel alive. He wanted to embrace all of it now, to show her, tell her, that the only thing that mattered to him was her heart and that it belonged to him. She had to know that he was completely hers now and he never wanted anything else but her again.

Cassie's breath hitched the moment she saw what she did in Folio's eyes. It seemed like a light had come on and he was seeing her in a whole new way. It gave her hope that maybe he was beginning to understand the things she was trying to say without saying them. Folio moved in closer to Cassie, sliding his hand across the side of her face and behind her head. Her lips are calling to him, beckoning him to come and get them. 

Cassie licked her lips, anticipating the idea of what Nick was thinking about as he looked at her like she was his last meal. Her heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest the closer he came, and with her hands pressed hard against his shoulders, gripping the flesh and muscle beneath them, she braced herself for the ultimate feeling that was about to hit her.

"Folio! Where the fu... oh shit!"  Noah yelled from across the lodge, interrupting the most incredible moment between Cassie and Nick.  Cassie backed away in sudden panic. Folio was after all part of her job, and even though the family atmosphere was a huge factor in it, she was still scared that getting involved romantically would be an issue for Bryan. Plus, she still carried the reality of her secret that hung around her like a sickness; one she feared she'd never get rid of.  She picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

"Cassie, wait,"  "No, I should go find a room or something," she mumbled, scampering away, embarrassed and crying. She sped past Noah, almost knocking into him.  "What the flying fuck Noah!" "What? How was I supposed to know you and Cassie were about to have a fucking make-out session?" throwing his hands up in the air only to let them fall back down at his sides. "We weren't about to make..., you know what, just forget it."

Groaning, Nick ran his hands through his hair, pushing it back out of his face. He snatched up his bag, feeling utterly depressed now over what just happened with Cassie. How was he going to fix this? Was she even going to let him fix this? What started as a fantastic moment turned into a horror show, all because of Noah, and Nick was having a really hard time processing it. 

"What did you want?" standing across from Noah, not even trying to hide how pissed off he was. "I'm sorry man, I didn't mean to get in between. I know how you feel about Cassie," Noah apologized, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder.  Folio shrugged. "It's fine." Noah noticed the rigid line of his friend's clenched jaw and knew he was holding back his temper.  "I fucked up didn't I Folio?" Nick's mouth was set in a hard line. "Yeah, just a little." Noah draped his arm around Nick's shoulder. "Cassie is an awesome girl. I'm sure you two can work this out." Folio wasn't so sure. 

"Do me a favor and don't mention any of this to anyone. I don't want to embarrass Cassie or make her feel any worse than what she probably already does." Noah grinned, admiring Nick's consideration. "You got it, man," patting him on the chest. The two of them headed to where everyone else was gathered while Cassie hid in the corner of a hallway, mortified and crying.