#file name 'i hate him i swear ok liSTEN'

[hinamie]

it's an icarian curse

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[luvonmes-blog]

CAN U PLEASE WRITE SMUT FOR CHASE DAVENPORT FROM LAB RATS WHERE HES A SOFT DOM AND HE JUST PRAISES YOU

WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DO YOU KNOW ABT MY OBSESSION WITH CHASE DAVENPORT⁉️⁉️⁉️

anywayyy this is an idea i’ve had for a while ty for letting it come to fruition😛

warnings - angst, smut, softdom!chase

chase was pissed off. pissed at himself for letting this happen and pissed at you for not listening to him.

because of him, you now lay on a lab table in mr. davenports basement, hooked up to a bunch of machines to make sure you were still alive. all because you wouldn’t listen, now here you are injured because of krane . you didn’t look like you and chase hated it. he sat at the computer in the lab, going over some files he and mr. davenport had encrypted, he was looking at any way he could wake you up. you were completely catatonic, only breathing on your own. chase took time every night to clean you up, scrubbing your body down with soapy water, washing your face with all the stuff you showed him, brushing your hair and moisturizing it.

he’s cried and kicked, bent over the lab table you’re resting up begging you to wake up. you never responded.

he now sat up at said computer, dozing off after spending so much time in the lab. he’s just about to fall asleep before he hears a loud gasp behind him. you’re gasping for air, pulling the tubes away from your nose, coughing and sputtering. chase turns around quickly, rushing over to you and sitting you up. he runs up and down your back as you gasp for breath, coughing as fresh air fills your lungs for the first time in weeks. you grip his shirt as you damn near cough your lungs up, finally catching your breath you turn to him.

he stares at you with wide teary eyes, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ as you look at him.

“where am i?” your voice is hoarse after not using it for so long and you clear your throat.

“u-um you’re in-” he stops to stare at you, “you’re in mr. davenports lab.”

“davenport… who’s mr. davenport?” you can hear his breath hitch, more tears well up in his eyes and you can almost see them fall.

“you- you don’t remember us?” his chest heaves as he looks at you and you can see him on the verge of panicking.

“chase,” he doesn’t respond. “chase! i’m just fucking with you, i’m sorry.” he lets out a breath and you swear you can physically see the relief wash across his face.

“don’t do that.” he looks down. “i thought you forgot us.

“i did.”

“what?”

“for a split second when i woke up. i didn’t recognize anything, i didn’t even know my own name. i remembered everything when i saw you, though.” chase sighed and then he collapsed, falling onto his knees and resting his head on your thighs.

“i’m sorry.”

“why?”

“we wouldn’t have been in this if it wasn’t for me, if i didn’t start that fight.”

“it’s fine, chase.”

“no it’s not.” he gripped your legs. “it’s my fault, i’m sorry.”

“chase,” you tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck. “it’s fine. i’m ok.” he stared into you eyes, his own filled with tears and he glanced over you. there were no scars or bruises, you did look and seem ok. he nodded his head at you and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into and burying his face into your neck, inhaling your scent. your own arms wrapped around his neck, letting your fingers run through his hair. he pulled back just slightly, enough to look at you and his eyes traced over your face, from the way you eyes sparkled at him to the small pout on your lips. he leaned in ever so slightly, you could feel his breath in your lips, his plush bottom lip rubbing on your own.

“can i?” you nodded at him and his lips were on yours immediately. they were rough on yours, like he was trying to swallow you whole, he parted your lips with his and slipped his tongue into your mouth. you sucked on the muscle and pulled his hair, his eyes rolled back and the smallest groan fell from his lips. “you’re so pretty.” he muttered against your lips. you tugged his shirt over his head quickly. throwing it somewhere across the room and feeling all moved his chest. your hands trailed down his torso to his pants, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down just enough.

“want you now, please.” he tried to take off the shirt your were dressed in but you moved his hands down your body, kicking off the shorts and underwear you were wearing. “now.” you emphasized. your lips met again, teeth and tongues clashing. he pressed the tip of his cock against your pussy. rubbing it through your wetness and soaking his cock in it.

“fuck.” he sighed. “you’re so wet, so perfect. you know that? you’re perfect.” you moaned as he pushed into you. he pushed into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size and getting used to the feeling of your walls around him again.

“i-i’m not perfect.” you spoke as he gave you a tentative thrust.

“yes, fuck, yes you are. so perfect, you’re so smart, so pretty. you’re everything.” he groaned as his head fell into your neck. “everything to me.” he whispered, w not sure if you were meant to hear it but you did, you clenched around him at the words. his thrusts sped up, the sound of clapping skin echoing around the lab.

“chase, so good, ‘s so good.” your words were slurred as your head fell back. chase picked his head up to look at you, your head was thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth parted as you let out soft mewls and moans of his name. he watched as your chest raised and fell with each of your heavy breaths, you looked so beautiful. his hand came up to wrap around your throat and pull you in for a kiss. your lips met gently, less of a kiss and more of just your lips against each others.

“you’re so pretty, so fucking pretty.” his thumb traced circles in your jaw, he held your face to make you look at him and the eye contact sent chills down your spine.

“chase!” you gripped his shoulders, “m’ gonna cum!” your voice raised a pitch and you clenched down around him. your legs shook around his waist as your orgasm washed over you. you cried out as wave after wave crashed down on your body, just watched and admired your form and before he knew it his own orgasm was catching up to him.

“oh, fuck.” he groaned, pulling out quickly and jerking his cock in his fist. rope after rope landed on your stomach and thighs, his orgasm finally subsided and his head fell into your chest. you panted together. both of you basking in your post-orgasmic haze.

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don’t ask me why this took so long to publish cause it honestly shouldn’t have.

[totaldramacruisecontrol]

Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: A Tro-pig-al Vacation!

CHALLENGE 12: Big Major Cay

It looks like all the interns were able to scrape off all the goo from…..the incident. The incident that cannot be named. Chris was in a fresh Hawaiian shirt, his hair done, he looked like a new man. You see the interns move what looks like...a certain contestant's stuff near the edge of the bow. Chris gets a phone call, he answers as he paces back and forth.

“Uh huh. I know. I didn't plan for it. I swear. The people back home are mad why? It's Ripper! What? Someone wants to file a missing person report?! No. No, you listen here. I'm not risking the ratings for a rescue mission! Yeah, yeah because I can afford a UFO! Yes. Yes. No. No, I'm not. Look, can we just cut him out?” Chris looks stressed, running his hands through his hair.

“Look. Tell the old lady we'll do our very, very best to find her baby boy. Pay her whatever she wants to shut her trap until we can figure out something. It's elimination day, I'll deal with this later. Ok. OK OK OK. BYE.”

Chris hangs up, he glares at the interns.

“Is that all of it? Throw it overboard. We need to erase every single bit of Ripper off this ship. Now. I don't want to see him, smell him-” “Hello contestants! Nice day we're having, huh?” Chris made sure to have Chef stand behind him. For no reason. Chris steps in front of the piles of stuff, smiling widely. “Don't worry about that, we're just...holding onto it until Ripper comes back!”

Chris's phone goes off, he picks it up to read it, sighing loudly shoving it into his pocket. “FINE. Chef. Get the memorial photo.”

Chef brings in and sets down a memorial photo of Ripper on an easel, turning to the contestants.

“This episode was made in memory of...Ripper. He was...a person. Who will be missed. Any words?”

“Ok cool. Yeah, ship it.” Chef nods and grunts, taking the display right back into his arms to carry away.

“Hey, don't make that face at me, I could've sworn everyone went out for drinks after. Ok, onto more important things. Today's challenge! Today, we'll be landing in Big Major Cay, Exuma. Aka, THE BAHAMAS!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The boat bellows proudly, docking onto the sandy white beach. Beach goers look in awe of the massive boat, the crystal blue water lapping against the shore, it looks as if you walked right into a postcard. It was so unreal how beautiful everything looked. “Today we’ll be hitting up the famous Pig Beach, where I have hidden one golden Chris idol in the beautiful reefs offshore. You will need to snorkel down to find it and return it to me. Just one thing…this challenge has two parts. First, you need to get your snorkel gear, which is currently fitted onto the various pigs scattered on the beach. Go catch yourself a pig and gear up! The order in which you catch your pig will determine the order you dive in. Whoever returns the idol first wins it for the team.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tapirs 1st. Raj 2nd. Courtney 3rd. Lightning 4th. Wayne 5th. Brick Beavers 1st. Harold 2nd. Alejandro 3rd. MK 4th. Amy 5th. Jo 6th. Sammy ------------------------------------------------------------------------

FIRST TWO TO DIVE, RAJ VS HAROLD!

Harold is swimming and swimming and swimming. He finds a fish and tries to befriend it. The fish is swimming away. He's following it. This fish freaking hates him, what the hell. What was he doing again?

Raj dives into the reef. He swims around for a moment, looking around… He thinks he sees a bit of gold nestled in a rock, but he starts to run out of air before he can do anything about it. He swims back up to the surface, coughing as he exits the water. “…Rock-” he tries to say quietly, cutting himself off with a wheeze as he tries to catch his breath. “It’s- it’s in a rock.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------

COURTNEY AND ALEJANDRO ARE NEXT, GET TO DIVING!

Courtney listens to Raj, swimming to the rock...she sees it too! A Glimmering gold...something? She runs out of air before she can get it. Courtney returns to shore. She’s sputtering and gasping for air. “I saw it! It’s down there!”

Alejandro jumps in the water, and he starts to look around. That makeup he wears immediately washes off. Shit. He can't see. He's so freaking scared. My god. He's actually starting to freak out now. He doesn't find anything. He resurfaces, scars of display and everything. "Sorry. I didn't find anything." ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND IS LIGHTNING VS MK!

MK dives in and swims around. It’s kind of hard to see things she realizes. She tries to grab at something and… nope just some sand. Lightning emerges from the water. "Wayne! It's over there!" He points as he swims back to shore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND IS WAYNE VS AMY! GET TO IT!

"Crud! No dice! Brick, it's over here! This is our last shot!" Wayne splashes out of the water and swims to shore…Crap! Amy swims, searching for the item. She catches a glimmer of gold nestled under a rock. She swims up for air. "I saw it! I saw... it's by a rock?"

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NEXT ROUND! RAJ VS SAMMY!

Raj tries to swim towards where he’d seen it before, but his leg gets caught on some seaweed. He struggles for a moment, trying to get unstuck. He’s not very successful. By the time he gets unstuck, he runs out of air. He swims back to the surface, coughing. He’s empty-handed. Sammy frantically looks back and forth, until— Aha! Right there! It’s under the rock! She wriggles it back and forth, pulling with all her might, but feels her suit constrict with a lack of oxygen. She makes one final tug— but it slips from her grasp. She swims to the surface and gasps for air, defeated. ------------------------------------------------------------------------

NEXT ROUND! COURTNEY VS HAROLD! LET'S GO!

The freaking fish is back! Harold swims after it again. Courtney’s hand breaches the water before anything else. She’s holding the idol! She crawls onto the sand, small statuette held in her hand tightly. She’s holding on for dear life.

“I did it!”

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AND THAT'S A TAPIR WIN! GAME OVER!

"Anyways, that's it everyone! Tapirs, feel free to go explore the island- and Beavers I'll meet you on the....huh?"

A shooting star streaks across the sky. It's very bright, so it's visible... in the middle of the day?

In zooms a space ship. It takes itself down closer and closer to the contestants, producing wind like a helicopter.

It spits out a mass of green goo, which splatters onto the sand. It burbles…

It kinda sounds like…a fart, maybe?

... With a gasp, Ripper bursts from the sludge and tries his very best to gulp down air, eyes wide and full of panic.

"Nice try! We will NOT be taking part in biological warfare," One of the aliens say, their queen. "Ugh, and we thought COWS were bad. Do all Earth specimens produce that much methane? No wonder your planet is overheating and dying. You're a fool for allowing your stupid contestants to get a hold of corn. That's exactly how I knew where to drop it off! Oh, and Mclean? Watch your back." The spaceship zips off, and Ripper is left there in the goop. Ripper sputters through bits of alien goo, shivering and shaking from the shock. Despite this, he gives the best finger guns he can muster. "D-Did you MISS me?!"

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ELIMINATION:

It was Sammy who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame.

Sammy stands up. She looks at her team and gives them a curt nod. “Well. Guess you can’t please everyone. Some people just love their villains.” She stares at Alejandro and Amy. “I can’t wait for everyone to find out what you guys are really like; what you really want, what you really think of your ‘friends’. You haven’t seen the last of me. You may have won the battle, but you won’t win the war.” She heads for the edge of the ship. “You’re making your families very proud. You’re just like them.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The sea tails (Ripper, Wayne, Raj, Alejandro, and Amy) share a moment in the hot tub! Ripper and Alejandro discuss life and death at a bar together. Ripper and Amy play with pigs on the beach. They discuss what happened at the bar with Alejandro. Raj makes a paper football out of an apology letter he received from Courtney. He and Ripper play with it together. Wayne and Ripper play dress up in the show theatre. Raj gets stuck on the beach with Brick and a bunch of seagulls. They talked through stuff. "Happernation" (Happy + Hibernation) starts for the Hockey Bros! A prank war ensues. Raj and Alejandro talk in the rec room and Raj braids his hair. Harold encounters a mysterious shop, which happens to be owned by Leonard. He sells him a cure for vampirism that must be blessed by a cleric. Wayne and Harold visit a church together in an attempt to cure the latter of his vampirism. The cleric there is able to bless the vial Harold gives him. Lightning gains a new friend, a piglet named Waddles.

[lykaonimagines]

Something Interesting - Supreme!Strange x Reader

Supreme Strange version of the reader accidentally lets him know they’re in love with him.

Paring: Supreme!Strange x F!Reader

Word Count: 1,803

Description: Y/N knew she shouldn’t have admitted her crush on a certain sorcerer to Christine. Not that her friend would tell anyone, but her near constant push for her to admit her feelings to Stephen just may be Y/N’s undoing. 

Other Things: Fluff. Slight drama, not quite angsty. Supreme’s kinda a brat and dramatic, because he just is but he’s sweet lol 

Warnings: Some swearing.

(Gif from Google, credit on it)

“You know you could just tell Stephen how you feel, right?”

As the notification from Christine flashes across Y/N’s screen she rolls her eyes and goes to her messages.

“I’m not getting into this, he’s not exactly approachable about those kind of things Christine. You know that better than I do.”

“But the way he looks at you, I’m relatively sure it’ll go differently than you think.”

“What am I supposed to say even? ‘Oh hey Stephen, I love you by the way. Is that alright? Maybe reciprocate those feelings? No? Ok that’s fine, please don’t hate me until the end of time.’”

“He won’t hate you. At worst he runs away,”

“Comforting. Thanks.”

“Listen, just tell him you enjoy your coffee breaks together, and ask if he wants to go out to lunch some time. You don’t have to proclaim all your feelings to him. More likely to scare him away.”

“Maybe scaring away potential partners is my thing.”

“Ok we both know you made that beaker explode on purpose to scare off Doctor Smith.”

“No regrets.”

“He is the one that chose to flirt with the person actively mixing dangerous chemicals.”

“Yeah… and look. I’ll think about it alright? I’m going to grab my lunch and head back to my office now. Talk to you later.”

Stowing her phone away, she snatches the bag with her lunch from the counter in front of her and heads back toward the office.

She never should have told Christine. She scolds herself internally. What was she thinking telling his ex? Yeah she seemed completely over him, but she couldn’t understand the fear of letting those words out. She knew him too well, and she was a lead researcher for the Illuminati. She was there because Doctor Strange personally asked her to be.

Sighing as she swipes her badge to enter the building, she waves politely at a few of her colleagues in the lab on the opposite side of the glass she walks past. One scientist in particular smiling back at her widely and waving his hand far too enthusiastically.

She smiles at the gesture, sweet guy. Why couldn’t she have fallen for someone like that? Life would have been far simpler.

Opening the door to her office, Y/N jumps in surprise at the Sorcerer Supreme himself sitting at her desk, “I- Doctor Strange, what are you doing here?”

“It’s about time you got back,” he states, crossing his arms and leaning back in her seat. “I’ve been waiting here forever.”

“I’m sorry, I was on my lunch break. I’d have come back sooner if I knew you were looking for me,” she apologizes as she sets her bag of food on the desk and drops the bag across her shoulders on the floor. “What can I help you with?”

“I came in here looking for a file,” he says as he glances over at her computer screen. “Though I didn’t find it, I found something more interesting.”

“More interesting?” she asks as she looks at him in confusion. “A research report you haven’t seen yet?”

“No, nothing like that,” he responds and turns the monitor toward her.

Her eyes move from him to the screen, the gray chat box in front of her taking a moment to click in her brain. As she notices Christine’s name at the top of the chat window, her eyes widen as she recalls connecting her texts to her computer.

“I was searching for that file, and it kept dinging at me and showing notifications. Then I saw my name in said notifications,” he states flatly, his gaze trained on her. “Anything to say?”

“I- I don’t, uh,” as the panic rises in her chest taking over all rational thought. She slowly backs away and then sprints out her office door behind her and down toward the front entrance.

Within seconds a portal opens in front of her and she crashes into Stephen sitting in her office chair, one of his hands quickly grabbing her arm and the other closing the portal.

“That was entirely unnecessary and ridiculous,” he scolds and brings her closer to him, both hands grasping her wrists.

Her eyes fill with tears as she tugs against his hold, “I’m sorry!”

His gaze softens almost immediately, releasing one of her wrists to reach up and wipe the tears dripping down her cheek, “Hey… I wasn’t trying to… you don’t have to…” He grunts in frustration, standing up and pulling her into his arms.

Y/N freezes at the sudden embrace, her head pressed to his chest with just the sound of his rapidly beating heart under her ear.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against her hair, his hand gently stroking her back. “I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“Y-you don’t have to apologize,” she hiccups, wiping the tears away on her sleeve. “I’m the one that ran. It was stupid. And you have a reason to be mad.”

“I’m not mad. Nor do I hate you until the end of time.”

Relaxing slightly in his embrace, she slowly puts her hands on his chest, “I’m sorry you found out that way, I mean, I don’t know that I was going to ever say it but yeah…”

“Why not?”

“Huh?”

“Why weren’t you going to tell me?”

“You’re you, and I’m, well I’m me,” she mutters and shrugs against him.

His brow furrows at her words, “And?”

“Sorcerer Supreme, leader of the Illuminati, former world-renowned neurosurgeon. Then a second tier scientist,” she states flatly. “Felt insulting to you to even think about saying it. Yet I managed to say it in an even worse fashion.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” he snaps, his hold on her tightening. “Title and position and whatever the hell else. I care about you.”

“You care about me?” she repeats back in surprise.

His body tenses against her at her words and he sighs, “I do. You’re very sweet. You take time out of your day to just come and chat normally with me. Like I’m just another person. You don’t kiss ass or treat me differently from things said about me around this place. I look forward to seeing you each day.”

“I look forward to seeing you too,” she admits softly.

Tilting her chin up so she looks at him as she rests her head on his chest, he gives her a gentle smile and strokes along her jaw.

Nuzzling into his touch, she stares up into his eyes, memorized by the softness in them as he looks back at her.

He slowly ducks his head down, bringing his face closer before brushing his lips against hers as she stiffens in his embrace.

Her mind goes blank as his lips remain there, waiting for her reaction. Her hand grabs onto his robes and presses her lips back against his after a moment, smiling as he hums happily at the action.

Soft was the last word she thought she’d ever use to describe the sorcerer. Particularly when he tended to earn the title of hardass on the regular basis. But the way he was looking at her, how gently his lips brushed against her own, and the feeling of his finger tips running along her spine could be described by no other word.

Suddenly the door to Y/N’s office opens, shattering the moment, “Hey Y/N do you have-” Christine’s voice begins to ask.

Before the two can move away from one another, his cloak quickly wraps around the both of them, pulling them in tightly so they can’t move.

Stephen curses at the fabric as he fights against it, finally managing to free his head to meet Christine’s amused gaze, his cheeks reddening as he tries to come up with an excuse for their predicament.

“Y/N is in that cocoon right?” She asks with a teasing smile.

Stephen merely nods and tightens his hold on her as she presses her cheek to his chest.

“Y/N do you have that new report from Williams sitting around here?”

“On top of the file cabinet to the left of the door,” Y/N calls back, her voice muffled by the cloak and Stephen’s chest.

Christine turns and spots the file, snagging it from the file cabinet before glancing over at the computer screen still turned toward the door, “Ahh I see, someone was snooping.”

“I wasn’t snooping, I was looking for a file, just like you are now,” he argues, refuses to meet her eyes.

“Snooping,” Christine rolls her eyes. “The file wasn’t in our texts.”

“Well when there are a bunch of notifications popping up while I’m looking and I see my name mentioned it’s hard to not look,” he defends, sticking his jaw out in annoyance.

Christine holds her hands up and chuckles, “Hey I’m glad you did, I don’t think she’d have done it and I know you wouldn’t have done it out of the blue. I’m happy for you two. It’s about time. I’ll catch you for lunch tomorrow alright Y/N?”

“Ok,” Y/N says back quietly, burying her face against Stephen in embarrassment.

“She said ok,” he responds for her and nods toward the office door. “Close that on your way out will you?”

“Oh, don’t want anyone else to see this?”

“Christine…”

“I’m going, I’m going,” she laughs and backs out of the office, pulling the door shut behind her.

“Is your cloak going to hold us hostage forever?” Y/N asks, making him snort in laughter.

“I don’t know, is he?” he asks as he glares down at the offending fabric.

The cloak finally loosens it’s grip around them and gently goes back to just hanging from Stephen’s shoulders.

“This has been an… interesting day,” she chuckles as she starts to back away but gets pulled back in by his arms. “Are you now the one holding me hostage?”

“I’m taking you on a date, this Saturday,” he says as he loosens his hold on her.

“Are you asking or telling me?”

“Would you say no if I asked?” he challenges with a smirk.

“No, probably not,” she admits and shrugs against him. “I want to.”

“Then it’s settled, Saturday at six?”

“Saturday at six,” she confirms with a nod and smiles up at him, leaning into him as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Well now that we have that sorted, how about you help me find that file,” he asks as he lets her go and sits back down in her chair.

“How am I supposed to find it for you when you’re in my chair Doctor Strange?”

“You, can call me Stephen,” he insists with a wink and pats his lap. “And I’ve got a perfectly good seat for you right here.”

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[obey-me-headquarters]

It is Time. It is time to talk about my Obey Me Mc.

So, y'all are gone hate me for this, but their name......drumroll please.....

Mckaylie.

Which can be shorted be Mc!!

Ok  but really I just thought it would be hilarious to name them something that can be shortened to Mc. Because like. Everyone calls the maim character Mc. This is probably only funny to me but I'm sticking with it. Can also be called Kaylie/Kay.

I haven't actually probably drawn em yet, but I've been obsessed with Picrew lately and made a few that looks the most like them.

Their pronouns are they/she.

Physical description: a warm body tone and a bright amber red hair color. Their hair is dyed that color. They have olive green eyes and ha few tiny freckles on their nose. Their hair is long and tied in a high pony tail. Not pictured is their hair tie that has two ends the shot up like bunny ears. Their color palette is red and green. If theyre not wearing their RAD uniform theyre wearing their baggy green jacket and a black crop top with a red skirt, black thigh highs, and grey shoes. They wear a ribbon choker and dangling earrings, usually childish ones such a frogs, aliens, or cherries.

They're absolutely an chaotic little shit that's only like, 5'3. When they're not hiding "I believe" aliens stickers around the house of Lamentation and RAD they're actually really sweet! The hypeman every friend group needs. Their thoughtfulness comes out in big loud ways, and also in small silent ways too. They like to tag along with Mammon when he goes to photo shots, always there to hype him up behind the camera. Asmo and them have frequent gossip sessions while they do each other's nails and talk about RAD. They stay up all night listening to Levi ramble about anime, giving in their input whenever there's a pause to show that they're still listening. If they notice Lucifer's light still on they'll go and make him a cup of coffee before sitting down and helping him with his paperwork.

They were also very really angry at Belphie for killing them. But I swear that's a whole new post because I have THOUGHTS about that lol.

They're also incredible curious. Wanting to know anything and everything about the Devildom, and also the people around them.  If they were a avatar of sin themselves, they would be the avatar of curiosity.

I tired to base my Mc on the Mc we play as in game rather than, myself. Which is the reasoning behind why they're such a hype man. (For some reason in a lot of events most your dialog is just hyping other characters up? Like in the recent egg event the second chapter is just you telling the characters how good theyre taking care of their pets. I can't go though that without creating a Mc whose like that lol)

As for why they're curious, Mc in game is also just really nosy? So I thought it would be funny if the reason why my Mc is so curious is because that's their sin.

Moving onto my other Oc, here is Vincent/Vin. Ok so Kaylie had this childhood best friend before getting yoinked into the Devildom, and that's Vincent.

Kaylie is like, 20 at the start of the game. Highschool really burnt them out so they didn't go to collage immediately after. But when they turn 20 they decide to give it another shot and starts implying to schools. They kind of just applied to a bunch of them and one of them happened to be RAD. Which is how you get the letter asking you sign it and send it back in game. It also explains why Lucifer has a file of you.

Since Kaylie left returning all letters till the last minute, they accidentally sign their name and sent it back.

When the year is up and they return home, they reunite with Vincent and tell him basically everything that happened during their year away. Vincent is not happy about the whole "demons kidnapped my best friend, stuck them in a school were demons talked about eating them, threatened, almost killed, and actually killed" thing. No matter how chill Mckaylie is about it.

But Vincent can see how much they miss their demons, and when the idea of going back to the Devildom comes up, he agrees to come back with them so they don't have to chose between him or their demons.

I haven't gotten to season 2 yet but I imagine that most of the plot is just "Vincent being lowkey pissed at the demons 24/7 while also being extremely cuddly towards Kaylie because they were gone for an entire YEAR! While Kaylie is just there trying to get their favorite people to get along."

Image description of Vincent: a pale skin tone with a beauty mark right under his left eye. His ears have multiple piercings and are frequently decked out. His hair is a messy of washed out blue from a dye job that never filly went away. His eye color is a deep blue. He always wears a tried expression on his face that squints a lot. This is because he doesn't have 20/20 vision but refuses to get glasses because he doesn't want to look like a nerd. His color palette is blue and yellow, with him frequently wearing yellow tee shirts and long sleeves. Besides wearing yellow he also likes pastels, and can wear a myriad of crazy colors. While Kaylie's colors are usually dark besides her hair, Vincent's the opposite, having deep dark hair and likes to wear light colors. He also likes funny graphic teas like hello kitty or egg print tees.

Personality wise Vincent is often labeled as dry or mellow, but has a fighting spirit if you piss him off. He can be quite controlling and stubborn, but backs off immediately if he notices he's upsetting the other person. He doesn't have much shame and will say what's on his mind often, often complimenting and admitting how much Kaylie means to him.

As for his and Kaylie's dynamic. They're childhood friends which means that they know that they're always going to be friends. Since they had so many fights growing up they know that no matter what they say to each other, in the end they will always apologize. So they don't have any issues with calling the other out on their bullshit. Vincent can read Kaylie very easily and knows when she's putting up with stuff that males her uncomfortable to be nice, while Kaylie can tell when Vincent is being manipulative and controlling because he's doing what he thinks is best. Probably slept together like, twice before realizing that they were better as friends. Vincent is surprisingly the Responsible One(tm) because Kaylie is so chaotic and also very clumsy. Frequently held back Kaylie from walking into traffic because she wasn't looking where she was going. While Kaylie stops Vincent from punching anyone that pisses him off.

(And that's all for now!! Wanted to get my Mc out there because I'm thinking of writing some fics solely focused on her because I have ideas!! As y'all can probably tell lol. If any of y'all want the Picrews for any of these just lemme know I should have all of them on file)

[fandomtookoverlife]

Spiral

Pairing: Hotch x fem!reader 

Summary: you received some life-changing news the day before, now you’re trying to keep focus and get a confession out of an unsub. Keeping focus has never been so hard, with your mind spinning and Hotch sending you further down the rabbit hole. Somehow things get even worse when the psychic unsub announces your news for all to hear. 

Note:  italics are reader thoughts 

Warning: anxiety/panic attack, break down, swearing 

Word count: 1.7k

Category: angst(?) 

A/N: this is not based on the cm with a psychic. Def channelling my own breakdowns while writing this, I hope it comes off how I intended.

I might do a second part where we learn of Hotch’s and reader’s relationship and we then jump to his reaction

Back story: in my mind the reader and Hotch like each other fucked, it became awkward and here we are

Other blog: @mac99martin

Masterlist  

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Fuck psychics, sitting there all-knowing when everyone knows they’re full of shit, you don’t like psychics on normal days, when they’re unsubs, you hate them even more. Fuck psychics. 

Ok maybe your new found hate for psychics isn’t totally about them, (although the one in front of you definitely plays a part in it) you may have found out some very stressful, very shocking, life-altering news yesterday and you also may not be dealing with it very well. And by not dealing with it well, you mean not dealing with it at all. You've been avoiding and ignoring it, the rational part of your brain is telling you that this is not something you can ignore, but the other part of your brain is absolutely terrified and is using the case as an excuse not to deal with it. And you are using your dislike for psychics as an outlet for your emotions, is it right? No. is it healthy? No. but it’s helping and you’re freaking out so what are you going to do? 

Speaking of not helping, Hotch is with the unsub now. Not only is he not getting anywhere with her, but he is also so horribly distracting. You seriously need to focus but looking at him, all it’s doing is sending you into a spiral. All you want to do is put this unsub behind bars but your mind is fighting with itself: one part actively fighting to keep your brain far away from the topic that will remain nameless and unthought about. The other going in circles of panic and anxiety and terror. The unsub is helping the first, she’s a handy distraction. Hotch is helping the latter, you so much catch a glimpse of him and you revert into the frenzy that is your mind. Fuck, this fucking sucks, ok come on can’t focus on that, you can’t cry or stop breathing that can wait till later, now you need to focus. 

And that’s where the loop starts all over again: Focus-Hotch-Spiral-Focus-Hotch-Spiral...

-Focus You’re so lost in the war going on in your mind you completely lose all sense of reality only noticing that Hotch is not only no longer in the integration room when he calls your name. 

You try your best to snap out of it and control your breathing, but looking at Hotch, Hotch looking at you, you feel like you're shaking while your body remains perfectly still, your heart is pounding and you stop breathing. Okokok-breathe, focus, what’s going on right now. 

“Sorry, what was that?” Ok not bad that sounded pretty normal if you do say so yourself. 

“I asked what you thought.” His voice was stern and annoyed but his face looked worried. 

Snap. The. Fuck. Out. Of. It. “Oh um,” wait who’s said what, shit I really should have been paying attention. “Well clearly she wasn’t responding to you,” ok pretty good, actually now that you think about it she wasn’t responding to any of the male officers when they arrested her, “and she didn’t respond to the male officer earlier, anytime she talks to a man she becomes confident and flirtatious” Flirting: Hotch-Spiral, Focus “we should see how she reacts to a woman.” 

Ok, so you had your ups and downs but all in all that went pretty well. You avert your eyes from Hotch’s, focus focus focus focus… “Ok you’re in.” 

“Wh- me?” 

“Yes… you.” 

You know what? this can be good, small room, nothing to focus on except the case, no Hotch, ya I can do this. You give a nod, pick up your file and walk into the room. 

“Hello Ms.Shaw, I’m ssa Y/N Y/L/N.” you look down at your file making a show out of opening it while also keeping an eye on her. 

When Hotch entered earlier, doing something similar, she straightened her back and leaned forward, making a show out of her breasts, she half smirked and half-smiled when she looked up at him. 

When you introduce yourself she sat back in her seat, crossed her arms and glared at you. Unlike when she saw Hotch, she looked very displeased with you. 

You sat down across from her and gave her a smile, she narrowed her eyes and furthered her glare towards you. She eyes you up and down for a second before practically sneering at you, “what do you want” 

“I just want to talk” you put simply 

Maintaining eye contact she leaned forward “Bet you do” 

At this point, with Hotch, she had a smile on her face, enthusiastic to speak with him. Right now, she’s almost challenging you, she’s even getting defensive. 

“Probably want to talk about those murders you think I did” 

“The murders you did do” you respond all while having a sweet smile on your face. Won’t that just piss her off, and it does. 

She just hums in response, her face stone cold, staring you up and down, and then, she smiles, “I think we should talk about you.” She says it almost sweetly but you can tell that there’s mischief behind it. 

“Oh?” 

“Ya, you’ve been… busy lately…” 

you really couldn’t guess where she was going with this at this point, nowhere good so, “as have you” you retort back. 

“Hmm, but in different ways,” she smirks 

Hell ya in different ways, I’ve been working my ass off and you’ve been murdering people. 

“See I’ve been busy working, as a psychic, I use my power to help people, it’s very time-consuming-” 

Right power, helping, you don’t have and you don’t do shit 

“While you,” she looks you up and down again, “have been getting a very different sort of busy, haven’t you?” 

….wh- what is she- what is she even implying right now?

Busy like- and that’s when you’re reminded of your… state. Remembering hits you like a ton of bricks, solely because you had forgotten, the thought has your mind clouded again and your anxiety spiking. 

You’re back down a spiral, get back on topic this isn’t the time, “I’m not sure what you're getting at.” Breathe, “Oh come on, you know,” and she looks down again, if the table wasn’t in the way, you would say that she’s looking at your stomach, no no she’s not why would she- how could she- your mind is biased, it was already thinking about that and it jumped to conclusions, get back on topic. You can’t be thinking about this now. -focus. 

She leans in but doesn’t lower her voice, glancing up at the mirror, she’s very aware that people are listening in, and she doesn’t mind, “you’re pregnant” 

Wtfwtfwtfwtf no no no no, how could she possibly know that, you just found out, it’s not like your showing, she can’t know, how the fuck did she know that? 

She can see it all over your face, your mind is jumbled with thoughts again and you’re freaking out. 

She just sat back and smiled watching you break down, but she wasn’t done yet. 

The people behind the mirror couldn’t see your face to see how bad you’re freaking out, that mixed with their own shock, they weren’t helping, not that they nor you would know how they would help. 

“You looked surprised that I know that, you doubt my skills” skills- what- psychic- whatever 

“Or maybe you’re just in shock, you just found out recently right,” she clicks her tongue, “must be quite the surprise.” You feel so overwhelmed, this was supposed to get you away from all of that, your spiralling again, unable to pull yourself out of your break down that has been going on since you found out. Once again just the thought, the reminder, has you feeling like you can’t breathe, like you're going to be sick, like your head is spinning. “I can see this is a lot for you, but I think you’re forgetting one thing,” 

Spiral-spiral-spiral forgetting? Wha- wh- spiral-spiral-spiral-Hotch 

Your heart stops, you look her dead in the eye, you can see it, the mischief, she knows, she opens her mouth to say something- “SHUT UP” you stand up and yell at her. You’re panicked and desperate,

Your outburst shocks everyone behind the mirror, but it only makes her smile wider, “what you don’t want everyone to know?” 

“STOP” your losing it 

“Or you don’t want him to know?” 

(ok fine, maybe she is psychic)

“SHUT UP” you scream, your voice is cracking and your breaking 

“What you don’t want everyone to know your pregnant and that one of them got you-”

“STOP!” You slam your hand on the table and your eyes are watering. 

Morgan busts through the door, taking you into his arms and steering you out of the interrogation room and into the viewing room, only giving the unsub a glance as he slams the door behind him. 

Once you are in the viewing room you turn away from your team, your eyes still glossy, you’re shaking, you can barely breathe, that panic attack-mental breakdown you’ve been putting off, it’s finally catching up to you, and your feeling every second of the overwhelming… you don’t even know, just everything, and still trying to hold it in as you hyperventilate and remember the people around you. 

You do your best to hold in your emotions for a little longer as you go to leave the room, away from people. You hear Derek’s voice, “how much of that was true?” 

One more second one more second one more second, 

In out, in out, in out, “every word” is all you get out before you lose it and you basically run away. 

“Shittt,” the event weighs heavy on the team’s mind as they make sense of what just happened, “well, it wasn’t me.” Morgan, trying to lighten the mood best he can 

The team looks around the room “Well it certainly wasn’t me” Rossi horrified at what has just played out in front of him 

Spence's face goes absolutely red when Derek looks at him; he doesn’t have to say anything because as hotch speed walks out of the room, it is very clear who the father is. 

“Shitttt” 

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Tags: @spencers-renaissance @averyhotchner

(I’ll tag anyone in part 2 who asks for it in the comments😘😘)

[frogtanii]

hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺

[beomglocks]

soob become human ; c.sb

pairing: android!soobin x police detective!y/n

plot: your job is fairly simple, find out the cause of the recent surges of deviancy in androids. the only problem is that you hate androids, but it’s ok because you have a newly appointed partner and- oh wait he’s an android. 

w/c: 6.3K (this took me longer than it should have)

warnings & other:  enemies(?) to lovers(?), enemies (?) to less hated enemies, based off detroit become human, lots of swearing, android!soobin, human!y/n, blood, dead people, a crime scene is described but not in too much detail, soobin is definetly not a deviant, y/n hates soobin and pretty much all androids, y/n is kinda an ass to soobin, semi slow burn, open ended

you were seething with rage though you somehow managed to contain it. you wanted to hold it in long enough to really explode when you walked into your boss's office. you tramp past the receptionist in the lobby and don't even smile at her. you never do since she's not even a human. you hate how she's programmed to sit idly with an eerie smile on her face and welcome guests.

"hey y/n!" you hear your friend, hueningkai, shout at you. you wonder how he can be so loud and full of energy after 5 hours of working at his desk but you keep marching on, not acknowledging his greeting.

you have your eyes set out on your boss's office and the fire in your eyes is set alight when you notice him sitting at his desk peacefully. thank god, for the see-through box offices cyberlife installed last year.

he notices your figure striding up angrily towards his office and you see him sigh. good, at least he knows what's he's in for! you march up the stairs with your head held high because you were really about to give him a piece of your mind right now.

you stop just at the edge of his desk and rummage through your crossbody bag for something. it takes you a while which is embarrassing since he just sits there looking at you expectantly. "ah," you pull out a crumpled up piece of paper, which you yourself crumbled up out of anger, and slam it harshly on his desk.

"excuse me but what the fuck is this?"

he glances down at the paper and back up at you with a bored expression. "that's a piece of paper y/n." you chuckle bitterly and place your hands on your hips. "i'm talking about the contents of the paper sir."

you watch him open up the paper gingerly and skim over the words printed. "oh yeah," he crumbles the paper again tossing it into the bin. he sighs heavily getting in his serious work position with his hands crossed in front of him. he's a big burly kind of guy so it always somewhat intimidates you when he does this.

"we're getting weekly reports of androids going haywire. everyday i've gotta deal with a new report. i'm not talking the usual malfunction and spilling coffee. this is homicides and assaults. just last night a woman was murdered in cold blood by her android. this isn't cyberlife's problem anymore, these are criminals now."

you stay quiet, taking in what he's saying. "regarding the contents of the paper, i want you to investigate them." you clench your fists and narrow your eyes at him. "why me?" you burst after a moment of letting your anger rise again. you realize you sound like a child whose just gotten told they have to dishes while their sibling goofs off but you don't care.

"i'm the least qualified person to handle these cases plus i've got other shit to worry about! i don't want to deal with those pieces of junk!"

the chief office stands up, eyeing you sternly. now you've done it. "y/n don't piss me off. you know you're the most qualified so don't start with that bullshit. i don't wanna hear any complaints out of you." he doesn't raise his voice and that kind of alarms you but you press on.

"no! you know that no one else in this goddamn precinct wants to deal with these androids so of course, you left me to pick up the dog shit!"

"watch your tone detective," he seethes. he sighs heavily trying to regain himself before he really bursts a vessel. he cozies back into his desk chair and rubs his temples. you, on the other hand, are breathing heavily and pacing back and forth. you can't believe he would put you on an android case of all things.

you were seriously being relieved of all other duties to investigate a bunch of ones and zeros. but that wasn't even the best part.

"i'm assigning you a partner to assist you in the investigation."

you stop in your tracks, eyes widening. "hell fucking no!" you rage. you march back up to his desk and lean over the edge. "chief i always ride solo. ever since i joined i've always been alone and have been doing just fine! i don't need help!"

"y/n i think i've had enough of your bitching and whining. i don't care that you're the best worker in this fucking precinct. if you don't like the circumstances you can hand in your badge right this instant. otherwise, shut your fucking mouth and get back to work," he says through gritted teeth.

you scoff in his face and as you walk out of his office you flip him off. "that's going on your track record detective!" he says matter of factly.

"shove it up yo-"

you sigh as you enter your office. "fuuuuuuuck," you groan. you look around and notice that there's a tiny replica of your desk on the other side of your office. you can only assume it's meant for your partner. the sudden urge to destroy it and throw everything across the room crosses your mind but you decide against it.

having a partner assigned to you was a jab at your pride. everyone knew you as the detective who never needed one, the lone wolf if you will. if anyone saw you being assisted they would immediately think that the position of "best officer" was up for grabs, when it wasn't.

you didn't wanna be that person but of course, you held that title over everyone's head.

you huff, throwing yourself onto your chair which causes it to spin around. you don't even know this supposed partner of yours. most likely for a good reason too. you can only imagine your reaction if the chief had presented your new partner right then and there. a firm knock on your door startles you, "come in," you mumble. you're really not in the mood to entertain any of your work friends so you hope this is quick.

you look at the figure standing idly by the frame of the door. he's tall with a three-piece suit on. he's oddly handsome with little to no flaws which is suspicious to you. his hair is dark with hints of blue peeking out and it's pushed back to show his forehead. the stark contrast of his dark hair and fair skin makes him look very pale and almost sick. he has some files in his hands and his face is stoic, almost emotionless but not stern. he looks boyish.

what you don't notice is the ring of light located on his temple since it blends in so well with his skin. "how many times do i have to tell people that complaints are sent next door to hueningkai, god i really need to get a sign or some shit," you groan rubbing your face in frustration. you lower your hands and the person is still there.

"hello, my name is choi soobin. i'm the android sent by cyberlife to assist you with your detective duties," he states monotonously as if he's reading from a script.

the gears in your head churn for a while but once the words process you groan once again and roll your eyes to the back of your head, "why am i not surprised that chief would fuck me over even more like this. of course my partner is a fucking andriod." soobin steps completely into your office shutting the door behind him. "are you y/n?" he asks politely.

"un-fucking-fortunately."

"nice to meet you!" he seemingly ignores your sarcastic comment and your wonder if he even knows what sarcasm is. "i hope we can be good partners. i have already received the files on our first case together, here they are," he places the files on your desk and you can only look up at him in disgust.

"well you're a well-trained dog arent you?" you mumble. "y/n with all due respect i am not a dog. im an android designed by cyberlife to merely assist with certain tasks and finish my mission. i'm one of the most advanced of my kind." you look at the tag on his suit: KR900. you sigh, nodding, "got it got it, now if you'll excuse me, it's time for my daily nap so scram."

you lean back in your chair and close your eyes. man, if soobin was gonna be your partner you'd have to extend nap time by at least 30 minutes. you wonder if you can get away with adding another hour to your naptime.

you hear someone clearing their throat beside you. you hope that if you keep your eyes closed they'll get the hint to leave you alone. after about a minute the person speaks up, "y/n we should probably start with the case as soon as possible." great, soobin.

you open your eyes to glare at him. "listen, soobin? was it? go fuck yourself ok?" you close your eyes again and fold your arms over your chest. god, soobin's already being a nuisance. you're not sure if whatever this is is going to work out.

he stays silent for a moment and you wonder if he can feel the feeling of frustration. you hope he can because he might be able to get a sense of how you felt towards this whole situation. you start to drift when you feel an odd warmth radiating on the side of your face.

"with all due respect detective. i've been assigned to this mission and i intend to carry it out and complete it to the very end. i'm not going to sit around and wait for you to simply 'feel like it'."

your eyes fly open and you stare at him bewilderedly. he's very close to your face and his expression is stony but of course, he still has that boyish look.

you stand up, frowning at him. "let's get one thing very straight, tin can." you shove your finger into his chest which strangely doesn't feel too much like hard metal. "i call the shots around here so i won't be taking orders from a walking computer. i don't give a damn if you're leagues smarter than me, piss me off one more time and i won't hesitate to deactivate you myself."

you step away from him and he doesn't seem affected. he simply brushes his suit off. you scoff, grabbing your keys from your desk. "by the way i already know where the crime scene is so try to catch up next time, puppy."

when you both arrive at the crime scene there's already a plethora of police with their hound dogs and the yellow barricade tape is being set up. this must've been a pretty brutal scene for there to be this many people dispatched to this location. you're not surprised that there's people here and there trying to get a sneak peek at what might've happened.

"y/n! y/n!" you hear someone frantically yelling out your name.

you look around and see yeonjun, another police detective who's not from your unit, running up to you. he engulfs you into a bear hug, letting his trenchcoat pick up from the wind. you smile for what feels like the first time today, "hey yeonjun." once upon a time you liked choi yeonjun, you still do in a way. he was always on top of his game which you admired and you two would always compete when it came to cases. he was unbelievably smart so he probably knew about your little crush on him. if he did, he never addressed it and still treated you like a close friend.

"it's weird seeing you at the scene so early, we're just finishing setting up the yellow tape," he smiles at you but you can see his confusion. you were known to be late to these scenes but somehow still did well and always cracked the case. you didn't like to be around all the other police and detectives when you were in the zone.

"chief assigned me a new partner who insisted i arrive accordingly," you roll your eyes playfully to mask the annoyance. you don't bother to introduce soobin, who had been standing behind you silently this whole time, because he introduces himself. "hello, my name is choi soobin. i'm the android sent by cyberlife to assist y/n with their detective duties," he says monotonously.

yeonjun stares at soobin with an impressed look, "woah, chief got you a robot? he must love you" he jokes. "love me? this is a shit way of showing it," you mumble.

"y/n ever the comedian," yeonjun laughs deeply. you smile shyly at him. "i guess..anyways what's the scene looking like?" yeonjun leans back on the barricade looking back at the house you have yet to enter.

"looks like another case of deviancy to me," he sucks his teeth in thought. "man these androids are really going haywire these days, killing their owners, assaulting them, or just simply running off. seems like some kind of uprising? the machines seem to be rebelling," he glances at soobin who is already looking at him.

yeonjun chuckles lowly and leans down towards your ear subtly. "be careful ok?" he leans back up and stretches his arms. "trust me i know," you mutter. you both smile at each other and he winks at you. "well i'm off to do my own sleuthing! let me know if you find anything, you always do after all."

you watch him jog off and sigh to yourself. you turn to soobin, "right, let's get on with it." before he can take another step forward you stop him in his tracks. "and don't get in my way." soobin nods but stays silent. "i'm gonna need a verbal answer," you really don't care if he answers you or not you just want to annoy him. "i will do what i need to, to complete my mission," he looks at you with a weird glint in his eye and you kinda hate him even more now.

you roll your eyes and walk through the door of the house you're meant to be investigating. the smell of booze and musk smacks you in the face and you have to physically hold back the bile rising up your throat. "

"man whoever lived here was a pig!" you gag. you look back at soobin who has a neutral but curious face. "right you can't actually smell things," you mumble. you grab the collar of your jacket and cover the bottom half of your face with it.

as you walk deeper into the house you start to really see what went down. glass covers pretty much the entirety of the floor from a window near the tv. the tv is busted and there's writings on the wall. you look around the living room and that's actually when you discover the body.

it seems to have been there for a couple of days now since there's maggots hovering over it. the man's face is beaten badly and blood runs down it onto his tattered shirt. he's slumped over and there's blood on the wall that states 'we are alive'.

"jesus christ," you mumble to no one in particular. you watch soobin hunch over the body and dip his finger into the blood on the wall near it. he's about to bring it near his mouth but you stop him. "god what the fuck are you doing!" you think the bile you were holding back is really about to come out and you're scared you'll ruin the crime scene.

he looks back at you with an unreadable expression. "im analyzing the blood." he turns his back to you again takes a lap of the blood. "you're fucking gross," you chastise.

"the blood is from the victim," he finalizes. "damn his android must've really wanted to make a statement here. 'we are alive'? what do you think that means?" you ask him.

soobin stands up straight again, looking around the flat, "deviancy of course. judging by the looks of it, this wasn't a very habitable place. the android must've gotten fed up and rebelled against its owner." he thinks to himself. "this shouldn't be happening, it must be some kind of virus because androids were only meant to serve, they shouldn't have to capability to harm much less kill."

you sigh, already hating where this case and the mission overall is going. "let's just look around for clues. i doubt the android could've gotten far, it must feel guilty or something."

soobin shakes his head, "androids don't feel y/n." you raise your brow at his statement, "one does not simply kill another being without feeling. an emotion or feeling of some sort is triggered which causes someone to act out in this way."

you walk away to the kitchen to look for clues there but soobin just stands there watching you. he frowns but joins you minutes later.

after about a half hour of looking for any clues, you've managed to gain a lot of evidence with soobin's help. there had been a struggle in the kitchen which led to the living room where the place of death was determined. soobin described the altercation as very brutal for both parties.

"so where's the android?" you ask after his explanation. "it's near," he mumbles. he surveys the room once again and spots something. you watch him do the same procedure he had done with the victim's blood. "there's nothing there," you say skeptically.

"it's android blood, or blue blood as you humans call it. not visible to the human eye but any android can spot it from a mile away."

when he's done he looks around once again and follows a sort of trail. he stops near the attic door and sighs. he pulls it open with caution and you can only wonder what he's up to.

he peeks in then hoists himself up into it. "wha-" "stay here," he demands. "hey what did i sa-"

before you can scold him he's already in the attic and slammed the door in your face. "didn't know androids had a prick feature," you mutter.

after 5 minutes you start to hear noises of struggling and things falling over. "soobin?" you shout. "what's going on up there?" you don't actually care if he's ok or not but one scratch on him and you'll be paying the damages.

he doesn't answer, instead, the struggling comes to a halt. you jump as he slams open the attic door. you give him a once over and it doesn't look like he has any scratches on him so you sigh to yourself gratefully. looking down you see an android wriggling in handcuffs, you assume it's the murderer. "i got him," soobin huffs.

"y/n? you in h- woah," yeonjun breathes out. he looks over the both of you then at the android on the ground near soobin. "damn." you nod, agreeing with his one-word statement. soobin folds his arms looking down at the android. the android is rightfully glaring back up at him. "he was hiding up there, probably thought no one would find him. well, no human would've at least."

"we should take it back to the station for questioning. the more info we get out of it, the closer we are to figuring out the cause of this 'deviancy'," yeonjun concludes. you nod, turning to soobin, "good job puppy." he makes a face but accepts your praise either way.

after finalizing your first deviant case, you decided to ask yeonjun out for burgers two days later as a celebratory measure. he had told you he was going to be busy filing some other cases so you opted for going alone. alone is not entirely true since soobin was required to be around you at pretty much all times.

"stay in the car," you ordered. "not happening. im required to assist you at all times," he states matter of factly. you lean your head on the steering wheel. "god you are so up my ass it's annoying."

"listen if i say do something you do it. you're an android so you follow my orders got that?" you narrow your eyes at him as if to challenge him. he simply looks back at you with that boyish curious look and says nothing.

you hate how he looks like a puppy who knows you're hiding a treat behind your back.

you sigh, getting out of the already parked car. you slam the door roughly in what you hope to be soobin's face to make a point but you hear a door close right after yours. you turn around to see soobin standing outside of the passenger's side where he was seated.

"oh fuck off!" you shout exasperatedly.

you stomp over to the burger cart and shove past someone who's already there. "hey watch it!" they shout. "shut up im a cop," you bite back. you don't even bother turning around to the person because you could care less but their voice comes back. "y/n?"

you perk up at your name and turn around, "oh shit frankie!" your smile grows and you hold your hand out for a handshake but frankie goes in for an uncomfortable hug that you weren't expecting. you laugh nervously as he hugs you for longer than intended. he reeks of red dust, a newly manufactured drug in town. the only recognize it is because, well, you've tried it.

"hahah ooook franks," you try to wriggle from his tight hold on you but he doesn't budge. "i slipped a little something for you sweet cheeks," he murmurs into your ear. you shiver from the sudden close proximity but nod nonetheless.

"is there a problem here?" soobin states. he easily towers over frankie since taking drugs for a long time has ruined frankie's growth spurt. he's by no means short however soobin is winning in height by a long shot.

frankie chuckles lowly, "we're fine robocop." he rolls his eyes at soobin and turns back to you, "so anyw-"

"y/n we should be on our way," soobin narrows his eyes at you and you don't take it as a question. you're not scared of soobin however he's pretty much unmatched when it comes down to it.

"right," you say slowly. you glance between frankie and soobin and they both seem to be in a bit of a staring contest. "come on puppy," you nudge him.

"have a nice day," soobin says firmly. "whatever, damn androids," you hear frankie mumble. you sigh as you both reach a stray table near the truck. you open the wrapper, uninterested in everything else at the moment until soobin clears his throat.

"drugs?"

"what about them?" you mumble through a mouthful of burger. "you just got drugs from that guy," soobin leans on the table staring at you directly in the eye. you sigh dramatically, throwing your hamburger back into the wrapper. "leave me alone ok? if you're gonna lecture me i can assure you, i don't want it."

you pick your burger up again hoping that soobin will just shut the fuck up for the rest of the day. he really has a way of putting you in a sour mood. you wonder for a moment how long you'll have to be working with him. if you can just figure out the cause of deviancy then this little arrangement will be over before you know it.

from that point on, soobin simply watches you eat. it's a bit uncomfortable, to say the least, but at least he's silent. you want to question him as to why he's watching you so intently but you also don't feel like chatting with him. "did you ever expect to be living among androids y/n?" soobin speaks up after a while. you smirk at his question, "you're living among us, ok? and no, i never saw it coming." you feel bitter about his question.

of course, you never expected it. you never thought you'd see the day where an android is running the hotdog stand down the street. you never expected a robot to be doing your job. "you fucking androids are a curse," you mumble. soobin says nothing at that.

the ringing of your phone cuts through your little moment. you sigh, rummaging through your pocket for it. groaning, you reluctantly answer the call. "what's up boss."

after a couple minutes of briefing, you hang up. soobin looks at you expectantly while you throw out your trash. "we got another one, pretty close to where we are. no one else is on duty near us so we'll be on our own for this one."

you brush past him, walking back to the car, "think you can handle it puppy?" you don't expect him to answer but you're surprised when he retorts with his own witty remark.

"i'm practically designed too."

you stifle a laugh, shaking your head, "alright alright let's go."

once you arrive at the apartment complex where the deviant is supposedly located, you stop soobin right at the door. you stare up at him with a stern look in your eye, "remember what i said, no getting in my way and no telling me what to do. remember that i'm also your superior."

a part of you feels like you don't necessarily have to tell him these things since he probably stored that information from the first case. however, you want to feel power over him. you don't care if soobin is an android, you'd be damned if he felt like he was superior to you just because you were a human and he was a robot.

"i will do what is needed for me to complete my mission," he states. you roll your eyes at the answer he opts for but nonetheless continue onward. "we gotta be careful here, we don't actually know if the deviant is armed."

"you got sent any info on the guy?" you ask. soobin sighs, "the only thing we know about him is that he's a deviant. the people living on the floor below claimed they were hearing strange noises but supposedly no one has lived here for years."

you chuckle to yourself, "yeah it sure looks like it." you look around, taking in the beat-up state of the hallway. it's dimly lit and the walls are tattered and torn. there are boarded-up doors and the floor almost looked like it would give in with anymore added weight. yeah, there definitely hadn't been anyone inhabiting this floor in a while.

you lean on the door frame as you watch soobin knock on the door as a normal would but no one answers. "is anyone in there?" he shouts. you both wait for a moment but again no one answers. you sigh, shaking your head. "move."

soobin steps out of your way hastily and moves to stand behind you. you swiftly take your gun from it's holster on your hip and shoot the door handle. the handle flies off and just like that the door creeks open. you'll admit there might've been a more suave way of doing it that didn't involve much noise, however you wanted to get this over with.

you motion for soobin to trail after you into the apartment. you both slowly inch into the flat and you peek your head in to check if anyone is inside. when you confirm there's no one in the apartment you both walk in cautiously. the place is completely torn apart. there are bird feathers all over the place and the walls have odd writings on them. you sigh walking up to one of the walls, "we are alive."

soobin shakes his head but says nothing. "let's check the other rooms in this place," you propose. you both split up to look for clues about the deviant which gives you time to think.

soobin goes to snoop around in the closet while you head to the bathroom of the apartment. the sink is riddled with bird feathers and bird shit. you hold your breath as you look around the small room. the place definitely hasn't been kept up by anyone in a long time. "ra9?" you mumble. you lean closer to the wall to inspect the odd writing. it's not just written once or twice, it's scattered all over the wall. "what the fuck does that even mean."

before you can even begin to infer, soobin walks into the bathroom. "i think i found something." you sigh looking up at him, "what is it."

he leads you back into the living room and points to a birdcage on the floor. "this must be what caused that noise that the people on the other floor sent complaints about." he paces around the room for a moment. "i should be able to reconstruct what may have happened, that way we can know where the deviant went."

you watch silently as he walks back to the birdcage. he stays still for a moment then proceeds to look around the room in all directions. "see anything?" you ask.

he doesn't answer, much like last time he simply stands up and walks towards an opening in the roof. soobin slowly reaches his hand up to it but someone jumps out at him.

soobin is effectively knocked to the ground and you stand there shocked. you were really not expecting anyone to be up there. you shout in alarm and the deviant is alerted instantly. before you can reach your gun, the deviant haphazardly pulls a gun of its own from is pocket.

it's clearly not skilled in holding a gun since androids aren't allowed to bear arms. you can tell it's not sure where to shoot and it's scared. you can feel the cold metal of your gun graze your fingers but you stay still as you hear a gunshot pierce the air.

your eyes widen as they follow the deviant run out of the apartment. "SOOBIN GO," you shout. you're not sure why you're telling him to chase after it when you can do it yourself but you feel like you can't move. you suddenly feel yourself collapse on the ground, letting out a strangled yell. "FUCK!"

"Y/N?" you hear soobin shout. for some reason everything is hazy and all you're hearing is white noise. you think you yell at soobin to chase after the deviant again but even in your hazy state, you can't quite tell. after a couple more seconds of struggling to comprehend what's going on, you finally pass out.

you shift around, looking for a comfortable position on the couch. you're not sure why you're on a couch but you're not complaining. it feels like forever since you've felt like you've had a chance to rest for a moment. you're starting to really get sick and tired of androids. before all of this, all you did was either sit on your ass all day or go around helping the elderly or bust your local neighborhood scum. you seriously couldn't believe how much your life could change in just the span of a couple of days.

speaking of change, soobin was going to have to go. he's a pretty capable partner however, you both clashed too much. granted you haven't given him much of a chance. you just hated the concept of having a partner, much less an android partner.

you suddenly feel something cold press onto your leg. you hiss out in pain but when you try to move your leg the pain gets worse. "you shouldn't move," you hear a voice say. you furrow your brows because you're sure you live alone.

you peel your eyes open and see what looks to be soobin standing over you. "soobin?" after the name registers in your head your eyes widen and you try to sit up but the pain in your leg keeps you in place, "what the fuck are you doing in my house?"

soobin calmly takes a seat on the seat opposite from you. you study his body language and face. if you didn't know any better you say he seems a bit distressed. you want to laugh at yourself for thinking that because there's no way an android can know what distress feels like. he seriously looks like he's racking his brain to figure out what to say first.

"you got shot," he opts for. your mouth falls open, looking down at your leg. almost as if on cue, you start to feel immense pain shoot through your body. "fuck fuck fuck!" you yell. soobin rushes up to press the ice pack down on the bandaged wound.

"don't fucking touch me!" you yell at him. he flinches back but you don't notice because you're too busy trying to dissolve the pain. you breathe in and out. you wouldn't say you've never gotten shot before but no bullet has ever successfully hit you. you've only been grazed here and there but it was rare since no one is allowed to really carry guns besides cops.

after doing your breathing exercise for a couple of minutes, you finally bite back the pain. "what happened to the android?" you grit out. you hope getting shot was worth it, you hope the bastard that shot you in rusting in his cell. soobin sighs, "we lost it. it's completely my fault. i should've chased after it."

"you didn't chase after it?" you're not sure if you sound surprised or angry but soobin looks up at you like a scolded puppy. the alarms in your brain are blaring right now. why did soobin ignore the mission? he was supposedly always supposed to complete his mission no matter what. surely he didn't ignore the mission simply because you collapsed from a leg shot. you think about the subtle warning yeonjun gave you back when you had your first deviant case.

"seems like some kind of uprising? the machines seem to be rebelling."

soobin isn't- he's not a deviant is he? you can't really remember if he's been defective this whole time or if he's the best actor you ever met. you look up at him suspiciously and he shifts his gaze subtly when you make eye contact.

"it's been 4 days since your injury. yeonjun came by a couple of times to check up on you," you see his fists tighten at that. something may have happened between them while you were out. you know yeonjun can be a bit overprotective over you at times, even when he knew the job was dangerous.

"the chief says its best to lay low for a couple of days until you get better so that's what we're doing," he continues. you stay quiet. you're not exactly sure what to say. you don't know if calling him out will anger him or something.

you both stay quiet for so long that you start to think soobin may have gone into hibernation mode or something but when you look up at him he's staring directly at you. you sigh, "what is it this time puppy."

he stares at you for a little while longer before answering, "why don't you like androids?" you should've known this question would come up but damn why'd he have to ask it right now. why do you hate androids? one just shot at you a couple of days ago and left you unable to work.

"it's' because you're all nuisances," you mumble. he looks down at his hands and you have to remind yourself that if you're right, he somehow has feelings now.

you groan, "you all are supposed to be perfect! better versions of us humans! i guess you just fail when we put too much trust in you." you sigh, you don't expect soobin to understand since you're being too vague.

he sits, waiting patiently for you to continue. "someone close to me passed away a long time ago. i don't really expect you to understand what grief is," you chuckle bitterly. you look around the room in silence. you don't really want to cry right now so you take a deep breath.

"the doctor was out, probably fucking around i don't know. they had an android do the job. they didn't make it because the android failed to do it's task." you shake your head. "yeonjun was there for me at the time, which im grateful for. i probably would've singlehandedly destroyed all androids myself if he wasn't there."

soobin looks at you with that same curious boyish look and it makes you want to hit him. he's so annoying even when he's not doing anything. "y/n im sorry," he says.

"yeah you should be. the deviant got away because of you," you mumble. you both sit in silence again until you decide to speak up again. something in you wants to thank him for not leaving you behind but you also don't want to break character.

this is too new to you. you've never really had a partner, only ever going out into the field with yeonjun. even then, whenever either of you got hurt it was never as awkward as this. you sigh, "at least you didn't leave me behind." is the best you can come up with.

soobin looks up at you again with a hopeful look in his eyes and it makes you hate how alive he looks. if he was really a deviant you'd have to tread lightly with him. you're not sure if he's plotting against you or what his goal is but you've gotta start being more careful around him.

"y/n i look forward to working with you more," he says lightly.

for now though, for now, this will have to do.

[wyofabdoms]

Undercover I Do - Chapter 13

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: While on an undercover assignment posing as a married couple, you are attacked and nearly assaulted. Upon waking, all you remember about Javier Peña is what you remembering seeing from two photographs of the two of you posing as the happily married couple. As you struggle to regain your memories, Javi struggles with his own feelings for you.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Implied cheating, swearing, destruction of government property, fluff, angst, mild reference and description of physical & sexual assault.

Word Count: 5048

Notes: The aftermath of you finding the file in Javi's office.

We've reached the end. I didn't expect this story to end this way; I really expected it to have a lot more smut...but! it got the ending it told me it wanted!

Let me know if you find any crazy mistakes. Feedback and comments greatly appreciated.

Be well!

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You had always hated it when people said stupid shit like “all the pieces just fell into place.” Pieces don’t FALL into place. Pieces of pie don’t fall, they’re served. Puzzle pieces don’t fall, they’re carefully assessed and placed into a precise spot just for that specific piece. That saying had never made any sense to you and had always made you crazy.

But now suddenly, every inch that had been hidden in the dark from you was illuminated, highlighted. Everything seemed all at once so bright and overwhelming; one moment you had no recollection of anything written about in the report in your hands. The next moment, CLICK. The light had been turned on and everything was there again.

Everything made more sense now. Why everyone had seemed so on edge whenever they had spoken with you the last few weeks, everyone seeming to measure their words carefully. Why you hadn’t been able to jog any memories loose at all about your nuptials and marriage (or in fact any relationship at all) with Javier. Why you had felt so off-balance in your own apartment.

Why Javier had refused to sleep with you.

None of it was real. You felt the blood drain from your face as you remembered the parts that came next in Javi’s report before you read them, the memories coming faster than the words on the page, now.

The pieces falling into place.

The icy spear of fear that had sliced your chest when the first sicario had come up behind the two of you the night you’d been discovered and pistol whipped Javi, knocking him to the floor. The punches and scratches and lewd, terrible threats Ortiz’s cronies had rained down on you in the hours that you were separated from him. How you had never felt more relieved than when you’d been thrown into a room with your bloodied and bruised partner, saying his name over and over, so grateful that he wasn’t dead that you could barely draw breath. You had laid on the far side of the bedroom from him, tugging against your restraints, listening in the dark as he had murmured things to you and you had whispered back: plans of escape or to fight back and then, eventually, as it became clear that neither option was very likely, comforting words.

Your brain is moving faster now and more and more memories burn bright in front of you, each one shoving and fighting to be seen.

Ortiz had arrived then. Your brain flashed with the sour image of him leering over you, his meaty hands groping and fisting handfuls of your body, the sickly stench of his overpriced cologne poisoning your nostrils, making you gag. You felt his evil hand between your legs, searching, digging...but before he’d found purchase the noises had started. You remembered clearly now. You had blocked it out, the memory of that despicable man forcing himself on you.

At just that moment, you had heard the door open behind you. You’d looked up, trying to hold back the wave of memories that was suddenly crashing around you. You saw your partner standing in the doorway of his demolished office and were sure you’d said something to him. But the memory of Ortiz and what he had tried to do to you had sent your body shaking uncontrollably and you felt yourself crumpling inwards as more memories shoved their way through.

You remembered the blinding flash of light behind your eyes and then you remembered the heavy weight of your body being cradled in someone’s steady arms and you remembered hearing Javier’s voice coming from what seemed like a great distance. He’d been begging you for something. When you had managed to get your eyes open you’d seen him next to you in the ambulance. Your partner. You’d felt him squeeze your hand and assure you that he was there. He was your partner. He would always be there for you.

Just like now. He flew to your side, ripping his jacket off and wrapping it around you as you dissolved into a shivering puddle in the middle of his office. You were also distantly aware of Dixon’s voice shouting for someone to call your doctor, her commanding voice booming as she asked what the hell had happened. You heard the familiar voices of Van Ness and Fiestl murmuring, but Javier’s attention was on you. You heard him murmuring to you softly, carefully taking the file from your hands and telling you to breathe, that he was here, that it was going to be ok.

You had every reason in the world to not believe a word he said, to hate him right now. But all you could do was close your eyes as the tremors overtook you, all you could do was lean into him….

All you could do was trust him.

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Hours later, Javi sat on the edge of his seat in Dixon’s office. Also in the room was your partner’s doctor, the psychologist she had been seeing the last few weeks, and a representative from the Ambassador’s office. Javier’s nerves were frayed, his muscles tensed, ready to make a move in an instant. Dixon had been interviewing her for close to two solid hours.

He had only been half aware of the line of questioning his boss had been asking you; his focus had been entirely on his partner from the moment he’d found her reading the case file in his office. He had not left her side since she’d looked up at him and said his name. Dixon had arrived on scene moments later and had immediately sprung into action, calling for a full immediate medical inspection. Physically, she was fine. But as the doctor and then the psychologist and now Dixon had asked more questions, it was clear that mentally she appeared to be fully recovered as well, albeit slightly shaken by the abrupt and jarring reappearance of her missing memories.

While Dixon continued to assess her agent’s recollection about recent events, Javi kept his gaze leveled on his partner’s profile. He refused to look away from her. If she started to wobble he wanted to be able to catch her. If she started to shake again, he wanted to be able to step forward and cover her shoulders with his jacket. But his brave partner...his strong, smart, beautiful, brave partner...had moved through the questions with her usual detached grace and stoicism. She had not once looked at him since the moment she’d said his name in his office.

He had shared space with his partner for long enough to be familiar with her body language when she was pissed.

And right now, she was more pissed than he had maybe ever seen her.

He knew she was pissed at him. That was fair. He could also detect a fair amount of anger directed toward their boss even after Dixon had explained why they had made the decisions they had in recent days. The doctor had thrown in his own two cents and as they continued to talk, he felt some of her anger temper towards them. It had flared again when Dixon had explained that they had begun paperwork to send her home; Javi’s heart had started pounding and his hand had grasped the arm of his chair in a death grip. But both his worry and your anger lifted when it became clear that, with the full recovery of her memory, she would be free to continue working as an agent in Columbia, after a full physical and mental assessment had been made and signed off on.

Though her anger had waned towards Dixon, he knew it was a bad sign that his partner was refusing to look at him. When speaking of events in which he was involved, she only referred to him as “Agent Peña” and she had never directed a question at him, instead asking through Dixon for clarification on details: the pretending, the make believe married life, the intricacies of the scheme they had concocted to keep her in her fictitious world of memories. She had been very careful to not ask too many revealing questions...Javi recognized her restraint in what she revealed in her inquiries. He knew what she was attempting to deduce: how far had Dixon instructed him to take the “acting like you're married until her memory comes back”? Her response to anything he said was chilly, to put it lightly and Dixon soon picked up on the cold front, too.

“All right,” the older woman said, leaning forward on her desk and letting out a weary sigh. “I think it’s safe to say,” she gestured toward the Ambassador’s representative, “that no one is going to be sent home today.” The representative nodded in agreement. Dixon rose along with the young man in a suit and directed him and the doctors towards the door. “I’d like to speak to my agent alone if we all feel comfortable with moving forward?” Javi kept his eyes on his partner’s face, her own eyes intentionally avoiding him, instead drilling holes into the American flag hanging behind Dixon’s desk. He willed her to look at him, silently screamed for her to look at him. If she would just look at him, if he could just catch her eyes, just for a moment, he would know. He could see her. She’d be able to see him. She’d be able to SEE how he felt about all of this. He just needed her to LOOK at him.

“Agent Peña…” His silent pleas were interrupted by Dixon, standing next to the open door of her office, holding it wide and clearly waiting for him to get up and leave. He swallowed hard, and started to open his mouth to protest. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say but he couldn’t leave her. He was her partner. What if she needed him?

“Agent Dixon?” His partner’s voice was heavy in the sudden silence of the office. It was edged in steel, cold like ice and dripping with anger. “Perhaps you could see to it that Agent Peña gets his shit out of my apartment before I get home…” Eyes still on the wall in front of her, she let the words land in the space between them. Addressed to Dixon, they served as a slap across his face and he felt as though he’d been shoved in the gut, all of the air leaving his lungs at once.

“Ah. Yes, well….Agent Peña?” Without a word, Javi stood and stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him.

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“You’ve been right about him this whole time,” you say to Dixon after the woman settles back behind her desk. “He’s only ever been after one thing. I should have listened to you. He’s like every other man in the world: only thinks with their dick.”

Dixon steeples her fingers under her chin and studies you for a moment, concern lacing her forehead.

“Tell me more.”

You’re taken aback by this response. Dixon has always been the first to serve up cautionary tales of fraternization with colleagues, has always been able to sense when your restraint against your partner was failing and give you a pep talk to reinforce your will to withstand his flirtations. This was an unusually softer response.

“He just…” You stop, not quite sure what you want to say. You take a deep breath and look at your boss. “We can’t be partners after this.” Dixon starts at your words, sitting up straight.

“That’s…” The older woman studies you for a moment before asking carefully, “Why not?”

You scoff in disbelief.

“How can you expect me to work with him now? To ever trust him again?” When Dixon says nothing, you push on. “He lied to me! He lied SO WELL...I never would have thought he was that good of a liar.” Dixon still doesn’t speak and you rise from your chair and start to pace. “He had me feeling so sure. Sooooo…..so, certain. He worked me REALLY good, Dixon, I gotta tell ya. ‘Sure, I’ll pretend she’s my wife! Maybe THEN I can get in her pants!’ He didn’t even have to work at it! Just let me keep thinking we were married and that we were SUPPOSED to….” you stop yourself from growling out the word “fuck” in front of your boss. You continue, your voice softer now, disbelieving. “He was SUCH a good liar, Dixon. He had me believe-”

“What? That you were married?” The older woman cut you off. “You can’t put that all on him. He was ordered to do that.” You were confused by her sudden defense of him and you stopped your pacing to stare at her. The older woman sat back in her chair and appraised you for a moment before continuing. “Peña debriefed with me every day. Shared probably more than he wanted to about what was happening. I’ll admit, yes, I was initially a little worried about the arrangement. But based on everything he told me, I never thought…” a flash of concern crossed her eyes and she looked at you hard. “I only ever got his side of the story, of course. So, let me just make sure we’re clear, that I’m understanding you correctly: Are you telling me that Peña took advantage of you in this situation?” She waited.

You sat back down heavily in your chair, considering what she was asking you, thinking back over every interaction you had had with Javi since you’d come home from the hospital. Your first day back when he’d found you sobbing in your closet and gently tucked you in bed to rest. The awkward run in after your shower, when he had intentionally turned away from you. The walks around the neighborhood everyday, through the markets, the mundane routines of cooking a meal or watching tv together, reading reports or the paper. His reliable presence sleeping on your couch every night until that thunderstorm when you had been struck by nightmares (now you knew they were memories) and how he had held you so tightly and securely as you’d cried, then how he’d held you in his arms every night following as you drifted off to sleep. You were distantly aware that Dixon was still talking and you tuned back in.

“...because if that’s the case I will ruin him. He will never work again, not if I have anything to say about it. If he lied to me about the situation…”

“No.” You stop her rant, holding up a hand. “It...it wasn’t like that, Dixon. He didn’t. He didn’t take advantage of me. That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just... It wasn’t…."

Wasn’t...what?

It wasn’t real?

Was that why you were so upset? Yes, the sudden return of your memories of a traumatic event had shaken you, but why were you so upset with Javier Peña? He had done what he’d been ordered to do: pretend to be your husband.

You thought back to those most charged and intimate moments between the two of you. From the get-go after your hospital release, he’d been careful not to touch you until you had made it clear it was ok. He hadn’t said a word when he’d seen you in your towel. And, now that you were reflecting on it, all of the intimate moments had been initiated by you. The shower, the early mornings lying next to him in bed, the heavy making out on the couch.

Your mind suddenly reeled to the conversations you had had with him: about your wedding, when you’d asked about wanting kids, the book of poetry you’d found with the pictures in his office. The drunken argument you’d had with him the night before.

“I promise you: It’s all gonna make sense when things are back to how they were….I haven’t lied to you once this whole time. Not once...please, please know I’m doing this because...because I love you.”

Is that why you felt like you could cry at the thought of you facing your partner ever again? Because a small cracked part inside of you had felt complete at the idea of being married to Javier Peña? And now, that had ended up not being true. As your anger and fear from the initial shock of your recovered memories fell away, you were now just left with an aching sadness that something that had felt so real and so right… had actually ended up being nothing at all.

It had felt so real. So true. You had believed him. About all of it.

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Javier stared at the ceiling of his apartment, watching the shadows crawl inch by inch towards morning. He had been laying here on his couch for hours, trying to decide if he should give up on sleep and go into work or if he should march downstairs and bang on her door and demand that she talk to him.

He heaved another heavy sigh and threw his arm across his eyes, begging whatever higher power might be listening to put him out of his misery and let him sleep away this nightmare situation for just a little while.

He thought the soft knocking on his door was his imagination at first. Then he heard it again and he bolted upright. His stomach clenched when he saw her through the peephole and he threw the door open, forgetting about his disheveled state of appearance until she swept an appraising eye up and down: shirtless, barefoot, jeans wrinkled and baggy, belt unbuckled hair sticking up in every direction and eyes red-rimmed from smoke and sleeplessness.

“Hey,” He croaked, his voice betraying the relaxed demeanor he hoped to convey. He was so surprised that she was standing in front of him that he forgot to invite her in, and after several moments of saying nothing, she breezed past him through the partially opened door, forcing him to step backwards out of her way and nearly falling over a box of his things that he’d dropped inside the door after hauling it back upstairs.

She hovered in his hallway for a moment or two, staring into the shadows of his apartment, then turned to face him. She held up a wadded ball of something: one of his shirts. The pink one that she’d always given him so much grief about but that he’d found her clutching in the closet that first day back from the hospital. She tossed the shirt into one of the overfilled boxes behind him and then crossed her arms over her chest. The hallway was dark and, like the rest of his apartment, he couldn’t see her face clearly; he moved to turn on a light but her voice stopped him before he made it to the light switch.

“Was any of it real?”

He didn’t ask her to clarify or ask what she meant. He knew what she meant and to pretend otherwise would have only insulted her and made her angrier with him.

“Yes.” It was all he could trust himself to say.

“Which parts?”

She had him. This was the chance he had been afraid he would never get this morning, when he’d been terrified of losing her. She was giving him this moment, this chance to tell her the truth. To tell her how he felt.

But he was a coward. He felt those cowardly claws reach up from inside of him and pull his resolve and courage back down beneath the darkness of himself, of his self-loathing and the hatred he had for who he had become. His gaze flicked away from her, he put a hand on his hip and ran his other through his hair nonchalantly and he shrugged.

“I dunno, it was just…” She took an aggressive step forward into his personal space, causing him to straighten and jolt at her sudden closeness.

“Which parts?” She asked again, more forcefully this time. Her eyes glittered in the shadows and he could see them searching his face, and he found it was easier to look at her here, in the half darkness. He felt a small shred of courage still burning deep within himself and he dove towards it.

“I...I didn’t lie to you. I never told you a lie. Not once. I made sure….I made sure I didn’t ever actually speak a lie to you.” He saw her roll her eyes and he pressed forward while he still had the will to speak. “I know, I know. Omission and all of that. I know. And you’re right. But I didn’t lie to you. And I’m sorry for…” he took a deep breath. He knew this part was important. He needed to get it right. “I’m sorry about the way I...made you feel. About...ya know,” he waved his hand in the space between the two of them. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like I didn’t want to be with you. I know that hurt you. That’s not…” He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I didn’t want you to hate me when this was all over. I…” He felt his stomach turn watery. “I wanted to…” He looked at her then, his eyes burning into hers for a moment. “I wanted to.” He said again, making sure she knew what he meant. “But I knew you’d never forgive when you got your memory back if I let that happen. And, I’m sorry...this morning...I know it was too close...I just thought…”

When she pressed her warm lips to his, he almost fell backwards over the boxes again, but he was in an instant grateful that she had stopped any further words from stammering out of his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her in part to steady himself but also to pull her the final small distance into him. When she pulled her lips away, he didn’t let go of her and she didn’t make an attempt to move away from the warm embrace of his arms.

“You told me there wasn’t anyone else.” Her warm eyes looked up at him, her lips hovering mere centimeters from his.

“There isn’t.”

“I saw you this morning...with her.” Javi let his forehead fall against hers and he sighed.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I didn’t want for that to happen. I was...I don’t want to sound like a pervert or anything but...I was still thinking about you when she showed up and…” He stopped talking, knowing there was absolutely nothing he could say to excuse himself. “I’m sorry.” He repeated it more softly this time, leaving an opening at the end of the two little words; allowing room for her to take control of what happened next.

They stood like that for several long moments in the dark, her hands linked around his neck, his arms firmly snaked around her waist, palms flat on her back, foreheads resting together, sharing one another’s breath. Then, ever so softly and so timidly he almost didn’t recognize it as her voice, could barely hear her:

“Did you mean it?”

Again he knew better than to act like he didn’t know what she was talking about. He nodded his head against her, holding his breath. She pulled back to look him in directly in the eyes, asking him more loudly this time, seeking the words.

“Did you?”

He had to say it. If he didn’t he would lose her forever, he knew it for certain. She would leave his apartment and never look back.

“Yes.” He had never found a single word so difficult to say. He saw a flash of frustration in her eyes.

“Javi…”

“I love you.”

There.

There it was.

The truth. That was real.

He panicked in the moments that came after, feeling every instinct inside of him screaming to run away. But her gaze and her soft breath on his face and the way her hands softly danced through the short hairs on the back of his neck kept him rooted in place.

Her lips lifted in a small smile.

“Yeah?” she breathed. He couldn’t help but return a small smile.

“Yeah.”

He wasn’t sure if she pulled him to her or if she leaned into him, but her lips were on his again, this time her tongue seeking entrance which he gladly and desperately granted. He pulled her tighter against him, letting a soft moan escape from deep inside him as their tongues tasted each other hungrily. He had never thought something could feel as good as the sensation of her fingers in his hair, tugging gently.

He took his cue from her and when her lips left his and began to travel along his jaw, around his ear, down his neck, he began to let his hands roam her around her hips, kneading handfuls of her backside in his grip. She pressed her full weight into him as he grasped her and the backs of his legs knocked into the boxes again on the floor behind him; he stumbled and they both nearly went crashing to the floor. Instead they did a sharp half-lean, half-fall into the hallway wall, both of them laughing like teenagers but still refusing to break their kiss. Eventually, Javi pulled away with great effort and steadied them both before sliding his hands along the backs of her thighs and patting, signaling her to hop and wrap her arms around his waist, which she happily did. He was surprised to feel a broad smile plastered over his face as he began to walk her towards his front door, peppering kisses along her neck and nibbling her ear.

“Wait!” She pulled away from his lips, looking at him quizzically at the sound of the door opening behind her. “Where the hell are we going?” He grinned up at her sweetly.

“Your apartment. Your bed is way fucking better than mine.” She threw her head back and laughed and he felt his own rumbling leave his own chest and bubble out of his mouth as he watched her face transform with delight amidst the moonlight and soft shadows. God she was so beautiful. She leaned down and kissed him again, fiercely.

He had to stop for a moment, leaning against the wall, the sheer force of her passion bleeding through her kiss into his soul and causing him to lose control of his very sense of self. He felt for a moment like he was floating and was unsure he would be able to support both of them. Then he felt her hands tangle in his hair again and it grounded him, brought his thoughts swimming back through the swirling haze of desire he felt for her. He dropped her to her feet, abruptly and she began to protest, but then squealed with surprise and delight when he immediately leaned into her and chucked her over one shoulder, both of them laughing as he tore down the stairs to her apartment.

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Much later, after they had explored and tasted and taken one another several times over, Javi lay tangled in the sweaty bed sheets, perfectly content to live out the remainder of his life with his head nestled comfortable on her soft belly, his eyes drooping and sleepy from sex and utter contentment.

He listened to the sound of her steady breathing and revelled in the gentle rise and fall of his own head as air filled her body and then left it again gently, raising his head slowly and releasing it back down with each breath she took. It reminded him of when he was a boy, going fishing with his dad on the lake in the cold early mornings when the waters were just waking up; the waves lapping the side of the boat and creating a steady up...down...up...down... The memory was peaceful and relaxing, just as this moment with her was now. He would throw himself into the ocean that was her for the rest of his life if she would have him, he thought.

He felt her hand move across her stomach and touch the top of his head. He glanced up at her and saw her gazing back at him with her own set of sleepy eyes. He stared at her for a long while, wanted to say something, wanted to say just the right thing....the perfect thing. The romantic thing.

But then he didn’t have to.

She carefully weaved her fingers through his hair, gave him a small smile, released a soft contented sigh, and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep, smile still dancing across her lips. He smiled, too and turned his face to press a soft kiss into her middle, just between her breasts, above where he could feel her heart beating steadily. Then he returned his head to his original spot and allowed himself to be lulled to sleep by the rhythm and motion of her breath.

Before he slipped down into the soft haze of sleep, his gaze fell upon the delicate white petals edged in pink of plumeria.

They were standing in a vase of water on the table next to the bed. She had put them there at some point after he had brought them to her as a peace offering...was that only the night before? He had felt like he had lived two lifetimes with her these last 24 hours. When they had reached her apartment, time had slowed as they had discovered one another; each time he had spilled himself inside of her or she had cried his name as she came apart around him he had whispered to her once more:

“I love you.”

He had never felt anything like it before, being with her, saying those words. It was passionate and sexy and powerful.

It was real.

He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of her, the scent of them, mingled with the soft scent of the flowers that stood watch over them as they slept.

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Pay Attention

Title: Pay Attention

Pairing: Professor!Dean Winchester x  Student!reader

Word Count: 3299

Summary: Y/N had fantasied about Professor Winchester for as long as she can remember being in his class. When a virus strikes and she is forced to learn from home, Dean Winchester learns the reason of why she’s behind on her coursework. 

Rating: 18 +

Warnings: Smut. Virtual smut. Fingering, male masturbation, female masturbation, swearing, dirty talk (ish), virtual stripping. 

A/N: So! This stemmed from a little chat I had with a few friends today (mainly @anathewierdo​ )and thus, this oneshot was born! Or more like i was told to write it ;) ahaha. I hope you enjoy it my darlings! 

A/N 2: Thank you to my darling beta, my worldie @katehuntington​ for her constant support and for her words. Love you dearly.

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Tapping her pencil against the notebook on her desk, Y/N looked at the time on her phone, and sighed. The day was dragging; as were her lectures and she was counting every passing second until she could close the laptop lid and call it a day. Ever since the virus outbreak and the country had been placed on lockdown, her university had told her to study from home and that they would offer online classes for the remaining of the current semester. While this was fine, being at home and surrounded by your own comforts, it was also highly distracting. Today, Y/N had been bitten by the procrastination bug. The only thing keeping her going, would be the one on one she had scheduled with Professor Winchester in a few minutes time. 

The mere thought of her teacher made Y/N suck in a quick sharp breath. He was the highlight of her degree; seeing him in his crisp white shirt with the arms rolled up above the elbow, the tight trousers that allowed her to see the perfect curvature of his behind and the few day old stubble that adorned his freckled face. He had been the subject of many night time fantasies and he’d also been the reason she’d forgotten to take notes in a few of his classes, leading her to be behind on her coursework. Y/N had scolded herself a few times for acting like a teenager, fantasizing about her teacher while in class. She wasn’t old by any means but she was closer to Professor Winchester’s age than the rest of the pupils she shared lessons with. She would spend the hour listening to his words that sounded like honey when they passed his lips, her mind going into overdrive when she would think at how her name would sound when he moaned it. 

So here she was, alone in her study, waiting for an inevitable call on Zoom from Professor Winchester. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t spent a little longer than normal on her make-up or that she’d not picked out the bra that had pushed her breasts into a wonderful cleavage. She’d done both of those things and more, her top was a shirt that was buttoned down to give an ample yet modest view of her chest and her hair had been curled just slightly to give the illusion of a natural beach wave. 

She reached for her glass on her desk, her throat suddenly becoming dry at the very thought of him being on her screen in a moment’s time. Sipping on her water, the sound of a newly received email nearly made her choke, her stomach flipping as her fingers glided across the laptops track pad and hovered over the “join meeting” link Professor Winchester had just sent her. Here we go. 

Taking a deep breath, she tentatively waited for her laptop to connect and before she could let the air escape her lungs, there he was on her screen. From what Y/N could make out, he was sitting at his desk, a loose shirt adorning his torso with his forearms on show, the top few buttons undone to give her a peak at his chest. She followed his hand as it made its way to his head and that’s when she noticed that his hair was a little longer than usual thanks to the lockdown, but it didn’t look out of place. In fact, she squirmed a little in her seat as he ran his fingers through it, discreetly biting the corner of her lip as she wished so desperately it could be her doing that motion instead. She also noticed that he had stubble, the trademark of his look and the thing she had imagined burning her thighs more than a few times. It was then that he chose to look up at the camera, his lips broadening into a wide smile to show off his dazzling grin as his candy apple eyes beamed towards her. 

“Afternoon, Y/N,” he greeted, his tongue pulling in his bottom lip. “How are you?” 

“G-good,” she stammered, clearing her throat quickly to repeat herself before he could question her stammer. “Good, Professor Winchester, thank you.”

“How many times, Y/N, call me Dean,” he reminded her, his voice soft as he twiddled a pen between his fingers. “Professor makes me sound old,” he chuckled, his smile warm as he continued to look her way. 

“Sorry,” she quickly apologised, her cheeks warming; she just hoped they weren’t reddening. “How are you, Dean?” she returned the pleasantry, her own lips forming into a natural smile. 

“Other than missing being in class teaching you, I’m well.” He shuffled his papers on his desk and Y/N had to calm herself; she knew he meant you as a collective term but she couldn’t help but let her imagination run wild with the possibility he meant just her. “Let’s get down to it shall we?” 

“Of course,” she agreed, shuffling slightly in her chair as she straightened her back, her fingers gliding over her notebook in front of her. 

She watched his movements and she couldn’t help but get distracted by the way his shirt was moving over his skin, his shoulders broad against the back of his chair, the material tight around his biceps as he reached for her file. God, he was a dream. He hunched forward slightly, his thumb running slowly over the cap of his pen as he read the document in front of him. Y/N couldn’t help but follow the movements of his hand, her mind thinking of what else he could be holding.  

“I’ve noticed you’ve caught up with some coursework, which I'm happy about considering the circumstances. Most of my students have done less at home given the situation.” His deep voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she chastised herself once again for not paying attention to the situation. “It makes me ask the question, though, is there anything that I’m doing that’s hindering your learning experience? I’m curious as to why you’re working better at home than you are in my class. Is there anything I could do differently to help you?” 

Be naked? Y/N clenched her eyes closed quickly, clearing her throat and slightly shaking the explicit thought from her head as she tried to focus on Dean’s question. 

“Erm, no. Less distractions I guess,” she answered quickly, letting out a small breath as she tucked some stray hair behind her ear. 

“Distractions?” He questioned, a small crease furrowed in his brown as he leant back against his leather backed chair. “Is there someone affecting you in class?”

In that moment, she had to hold back her reaction, her eyes wanting to go wide as her heart beat wildly in her chest. She’d slipped up, not realising that the words she said would have Dean so concerned. 

“Oh, n-no. I mean--” she stammered, her hand quickly reaching for her glass of water once more. 

Dean interrupted. “-Because you’re one of my best students, Y/N. I’d hate for you to fail on this,” he told her, honestly, placing his pen down on the desk in front of him. 

“I won’t,” she quickly interjected, offering him a smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.” She gauged his reaction, his lips pursing together slightly as he gently nodded.

“Ok.” 

It was then she let out a small sigh of relief, she was grateful that he hadn’t delved deeper into the issue and she listened to him as he began to tell her about the next project that was coming up. Once again, she knew she should be taking notes, she knew she should be nodding along and showing that she was involved with the conversation but instead, her mind couldn’t get past the explicit thoughts that she’d already cooked up earlier that day. 

Y/N leaned her head on her hand and started to imagine him standing up and pulling on his belt, popping the button on his jeans before reaching into his boxer briefs and revealing his hard, large, dick to her. He’d have one palm flat against the desk, the other on himself as he got off to the sight of his student. It took all she had to not let out a whimper so instead, she bit down hard on her thumb to suppress any noises she wanted to make. 

“Y/N?” His gruff voice cut through her thoughts which made her shoot up in her seat. 

“S-sorry,” she stammered, holding her hand to her forehead as she felt her cheeks heat from embarrassment; she’d been caught red handed. 

“Did you hear anything I just said?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised. 

“Yes,” she swallowed, her voice sounding higher than normal. It was then she noticed how he narrowed his eyes slightly, his jaw clenching as he clicked his tongue against his teeth. 

“Ok, then repeat it back to me,” he asked, matter of factly as he crossed his arms across his broad chest. 

“I-I,” she started, her words stammering as she desperately tried to remember what Dean had been telling her. “You were talking about…” Her words trailed off as she failed to push the elicit thoughts from her mind. She closed her eyes tightly, feeling ashamed and disappointed in herself, embarrassment flooding her being. 

“I see what’s going on here,” he stated, leaning forward as he placed his arms on the desk in front of him. 

“Y-you do?” Fuck, he’d noticed, he’d caught her out. What was she playing at? She didn’t know what to say or how to even explain what was going on or how she could get out of this one. 

“You’re being a very naughty girl, Y/N.” He smirked, his hand rubbing at his stubbled chin, “not paying attention when i’m talking.” Her breath got stuck in her throat, her mind questioning over what she’d heard and if she had heard it correctly or if she was still daydreaming.

“What?” She squeaked. 

“Do I need to teach you a different lesson?” he questioned, his voice harder than usual as he pushed himself back in his chair, “Because I feel like we need to take a different approach on how to keep your attention on me. If you want too of course.” 

“Of course,” she rasped, her thighs pushing together at the tone of his voice. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she noticed that he was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, the material falling to the side of him as he revealed his toned chest. “W-what are you doing?” She couldn’t understand what was happening, her mind unable to comprehend that Dean Winchester was stripping for her on camera. 

“Teaching you a lesson as to why you should pay attention to me,” came his reply, ridding himself of his shirt entirely and dropping it to the floor next to him. 

“Fuck,” she whimpered, her eyes raking in everything he had to offer. He was more tanned than she remembered, noting that he must have been in the backyard at some point during this lockdown. The thought of him, topless and sweating made her roll her lips over her teeth; he’d never wanted a man more.  

“Care to do the same?” His question caught her off guard, but she complied; daydream or not she wanted this to happen. With shaking hands, she brought them up to the buttons on her shirt, one by one she popped them open, slowly revealing her chest to him. Y/N heard him suck in a breath, one eyebrow raised as he watched her. He scooted himself back on his chair, allowing her the full view of him and she couldn’t help but admire the sight. She watched as his hands moved down his bare stomach, his fingers beginning to fumble at his belt.

“You’ve been in my class for a few months now, and fuck, I think about you every single night after I’ve seen you.” Her eyes were glued on his movements, her breathing heavy as he pulled on the leather, unbuckling it before pulling it out through the loopholes. “I would like this lesson to be more hands on but given the circumstances, It’ll have to be a demonstration instead.” With that, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled apart the zip, widening the material to allow him to reach into his briefs.

“Dean…” she whispered, her words coming out like a breathy moan as she continued to watch. 

“Move back from the screen, Y/N, let me see all of you,” he demanded, pulling out his hard length, his voice low and gravelled as he began to pump himself. 

Y/N did as she was told, pushing herself back slowly and allowing the wheels on her chair to distance herself from the desk. She then stood, pulling her shirt from her shoulders and watched Dean for his reaction. Y/N couldn’t help but whimper when she saw how hard he was, at how he was pleasuring himself at the sight of her. It was everything she had ever dreamed and fantasized about. Feeling that sudden surge of confidence, wanting to make the most of this moment, she reached for the zipper on her skirt and pushed it down, allowing the material to pool at her feet. She stood there, in just her underwear, eagerly awaiting his approval. 

“God fucking damn, Y/N,” he growled, the sound of his hand pumping himself bleeding through her speakers. 

It was then she bit her lips once more, reaching around to unclasp her bra. She pulled the straps slowly down her arms, a teasing motion to rile up her professor all the more. She held onto the cups, wanting her breasts to be the last thing she revealed to him and when she did, he audibly sucked in a sharp breath. Her hands came to touch her chest, her fingers pinching at her own nipples as she continued to watch him, wanting to relieve herself of some of the sexual tension Dean had instilled in her. 

“Take those panties off too, sweetheart,” he ordered, a deep moan rumbling through his chest as he watched how Y/N obeyed him. Her slender fingers hooking in the waistband of her lace underwear before she slowly shimmied them down her legs. “Now sit back down, open those legs and show me what I’ve been thinking of.”

Y/N was quick to do as she was told. The power in his voice, the way it affected her; she’d do anything he asked. She sat herself back in her office chair but she was unsure of how to look sexy on an item of furniture that moves. He wanted to see all of her and she was wet just thinking about it. So, she scooted closer to her desk and raised her feet, placing her soles on the edge of the wooden desk before opening her legs as far as she could; giving him the perfect view. 

“Now that’s a sight,” he growled, his pace quickening and Y/N moaned in response, his praise offering her a fresh wave of arousal. “I’d love to be nipping at those thighs, my tongue on your clit.” His words were laced with jagged breaths, his chest heaving as his eyes stayed glued to the screen. 

“Touch yourself, Y/N,” he instructed, her fingers automatically going to her sensitive nub at his words. “Show me what you’d want me to do to you.”

Where would she even begin? Y/N had thought about this moment many times, she’d thought about all the tropes you’d hear when you’ve got feelings for your professor; having to stay behind after class, being called to his office, but this situation had never crossed her mind. She had wanted him since she had laid eyes on him, she wanted him to ruin her in the best possible way and now she has a chance to virtually allow him to do that. 

She ghosted her hand over her mound, imagining that it was Dean’s large, freckled hand instead of hers. Arching her back, she slid between her folds, her fingers stroking her sensitive nub and her body jerked at the sensation. It had been too long since she’d had any kind of release and she was already desperate for more. She allowed her delicate digits to travel lower, dipping inside of her causing her to gasp. 

“That’s it, baby,” Dean moaned, his panting spurring her on to do more. 

Y/N worked herself hard, chasing her delirium as she listened to the sound of Dean’s groans that were echoing around her room from her speakers. She let out a shaky breath as she brought her free hand to touch her breast, pinching her nipple between her fingers as she imagined that it was her professor's hand instead. She found it exhilarating the fact that he was near enough eye level with her core and she knew he wouldn’t be long until she found herself on the edge of ecstasy. 

She opened her eyes, peering at her laptop screen where she saw Dean, his hand fisting his length as he pumped to the sight of her, his breathing ragged, his tongue peeking over his delightful pink lips. The mere sight of him like that was enough to spur Y/N’s orgasm on, her toes begging to curl around the desk as that all too familiar feeling built inside of her. She continued her pursuit of pleasure, closing her eyes once more as she threw her head back against the chair. 

“D-Dean,” she moaned, her chest rising and falling as her end came near. 

She was close, her feet pressed hard against the desk causing her chair to move slightly as her fingers worked overtime. Her skin was flushed, her legs were beginning to shake and all she could hear was the sound of Dean’s guttural moans as he watched her. She had never felt more sexy in her life. 

“I’m-i’m,” she stammered, a strong bolt of pleasure silencing her as she came. Her mouth opened in a silent ‘o’ as her legs shook widely. “Oh my god,” she moaned, finding it hard to catch her breath as she dared to look at the screen. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” Dean growled, his dick twitching as he too came all over his hand and stomach. She watched as he pumped his orgasm from himself, transfixed at the sight of his face. His lips were a little more pink, his cheeks were flushed and there was a light sheen of sweat adorning his chest. She just wished she could be there to experience it in person. After taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, he picked up his shirt from the floor to clean up as he looked up at the screen, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Now that, is what I call a lesson,” he cheekily remarked and Y/N felt heat flare in her cheeks once more. 

“I agree,” she panted, suddenly feeling self conscious as she moved her shaking legs to place her feet flat to the floor, covering her torso with her arms as she bashfully looked at the screen. She caught the look on his face and felt her stomach flutter at the way his eyes glistened at her, his smile warm and adoring. 

“I feel like we need to work on this distraction technique, sweetheart,” he commented, adding a small wink as Y/N smiled wildy.  “Same time tomorrow?” Dean asked her, a hopeful look on his face as he awaited her answer. There wasn’t any question, she’d be wherever he wanted her to be in a heartbeat. 

“Yes, Sir.” 

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[hinamie]

artist asks!!!!! 7, 9, 19, 27

ILY SAM TYSM FR SENDING 💕

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

ANIMATION god if i had unlimited time and patience i would love to teach myself how to animate,, it wouldn't have to be anything crazy even just being able to make animatics would make me feel so powerful none of u would be safe

9. What are your file name conventions

tbh they're unpredictable sgdgdjf sometimes they r normal and nicely concisely descriptive other times they are "i swear i hate him listen ok LISTEN.clip" or "sighs.clip" or "sighhhhs.clip"

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

flowers !!!! but in a love-hate way bc thing is they look SO GOOD it's such a good way to add another element of interest to a piece's composition but even when im having fun it doesn't change the fact that petals are hell and they take so much out of me

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

no warmups no first drafts we die like men

weirdly specific artist ask game !

[midnights-light]

Ladybug and the Hound

So before I begin I need to say a few things

This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic so it’s most likely going to suck and all that jazz

I do not own any characters in the DC or Miraculous universes (if i did everything would make little to no sense so yeah)

Can we all agree that  @ozmav is an amazing writer?

If you don’t like Daminette, don’t read it’s that simple

I am also going to use “Dogs are a Ladybug’s best friend” by @kelelamentia for some inspiration on this cuz I love that idea

All characters are going to be OOC so just be prepared

If ya’ll like it I might write more just let me know if I should write more or if I should never think about writing again (I have low self-esteem so if it look like I am hating on myself it’s because I am but I’ll get over someday but if you criticize me please at least try to be constructive criticism)

Now onto the terrible thing I decided needed to exist

LB-Ladybug

CN- Chat Noir

M-Marinette

Di-Dick

D-Damian

B-Bruce

T-Tim

J-Jason

A-Alfred

The Meeting

It was a normal Tuesday, ya know? Birds are singing, the sun is shining, the Eiffel Tower collapsed, ya know the usual. Well usual for Parisians who had to deal with this for 4 almost 5 years now but for those who just wanted a vacation like the Waynes... well let’s just say they were unprepared to see the Eiffel Tower come crashing down just a few blocks ahead of them as they were walking to get some pastries from Tom and Sabine Boulangerie patisserie for a afternoon snack and to walk Titus (they brought Titus because Damian refused to leave him alone in the mansion for two weeks while they are on vacation so Bruce reluctantly agreed to bring him with them). So them being them ran towards the fallen tower and see a few people dead and some injured. They help the injured, but just as they are about to get the remaining few out of the wreckage a girl in a clearly ladybug themed suit comes crashing to the ground creating a few cracks to form on the ground. She gets up with a groan just as a dog in a fox themed costume came running up to her and helps her steady herself. “Thanks, Hound.” says the spotted girl and as the batfam are about to check if she’s okay a... IS THAT A GIANT BABY?! Well the giant baby comes walking towards the girl and the dog when a voice shouts “If you go on a date with me Ladybug I will come help you just accept your feelings for me already!” 

Damian's POV

As soon as the spotted girl heard that she looked towards the owner of the voice and low and behold it’s a guy in a leather cat suit and on the outside I look indifferent to what is happening but on the inside the only thing I can think is ‘What is going on in this city!’ because I was just expecting a boring two weeks of ‘required’ vacation in the ‘city of love’ I hate the nickname of the city because as Father has shown love is a weakness. But apparently the city of love is not as boring as I thought it would be. The girl (ladybug I think is her name) now has a look of murder in her eyes and the dog (hound is what she called him) growled at him as ladybug said “Chat, you can’t be serious! You just caused the Eiffel Tower to fall and kill and injure people!” CN-“Yes because you can’t realize that we are meant to be together!” LB-”No we are not now either help or shut up so I can focus on gigantitan!” CN-”Fine then i’ll just sit here and enjoy the show” That one interaction makes me question if this is how it is everything something like this happens.

*Time skip because i can’t write smart plans or fight scenes*

Dick’s POV

After ladybug got his watch thing off his wrist she and hound tore it apart which released a black butterfly and the giant baby was now back to a normal sized baby. WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?1 I’M SO CONFUSED! After I stopped questioning reality I realized that ladybug was comforting the kid (HE COULDN’T BE OLDER THAN 4 YEARS OLD!) she picked him up and was about to throw her spotted thing up in the air for some reason but was interrupted by the cat boy saying ‘Pound it!’ and acting like he actually helped her and didn’t just sit there on a roof watching ladybug and hound do everything. What the heck? Ladybug walks over to me and asked if I could hold the kid for a sec and I said sure because she looks ready to murder. After she hands me the kid she walks over to cat boy and started yelling at him about how he can’t just be reckless like that but it seemed to just go over his head as he replied saying something about how she owed hit to him to date him but I quickly stopped listening when the kid started crying because of all the yelling going on so I started to talk and play with him to cheer him up until he pointed to ladybug as she yelled miraculous ladybug and tossed the spotted object into the sky. I was confused about what she was doing until I saw a swarm of ladybugs appear and start fixing the damage, healing the injured, and even bringing people back to life. Then she came back over and was about to ask something but then a shrill beeping noise came from her earrings causing her to ask if we could watch over the kid until his mom came and picked him up. Titus and Hound were playing until she called him over to her and then they jumped, yes JUMPED, up to the roof and left. “What the hell was all that and does anyone else want to kill a cat boy?”

Tim’s POV

“So that all really happened, huh? It wasn’t really just a coffee dream?” I say and then look at everyone else has a different reactions to what just happened: Jason is looking at where dead bodies had been but now they were alive, Bruce is trying to understand what just happened, Alfred looks concerned, Dick is keeping the kid happy, and Damian is trying to keep Titus from running after Hound. I notice other civilians just walking around like nothing just happened and I’m just thinking ‘How long has this been happening and how have we not noticed? WHAT IS LIFE!?’

Jason’s POV

I look at everybody that was dead just walk away like nothing happened and I am about to ask Bruce if he know what that was when I feel someone bump into me. I turn around to see a girl around Damian’s age on the ground picking up the stuff she dropped while rapidly apologizing while a dog, presumably hers, was sniffing her making sure she was ok and had what looked like a glare on his face when he looked at me. M-“I’m so so sorry Monsieur! I wasn’t looking where I was going.” J-”It’s alright little lady, but if you don’t mind me asking, what’s the rush?” M- “Well you see I’m supposed to be helping in my parents bakery after I finished walking Captain but we got caught up in the akuma attack so I’m running a bit late. My names Marinette by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you before are you visiting?” What’s an akuma? I’ll file that away for later for replacement to look at but for now. J- ”Yeah we are here for a family vacation to take a break from work. Would you mind if me and my family follow you to your parent’s bakery? We were heading to one for a snack but it seems we got turned around during the attack.” M- “Sure just tell me your names first so I at least know you to some degree cause I’m not supposed to talk to people I don’t know. I hate life but I’m not ready to die just yet.” She laughs and I swear it feels like the world just got a whole lot brighter, J- “Of course where are my manners name’s Jason. I have a feeling my family is going to love you and your dog.” I say as I hold my hand out for Captain to sniff and after he does he stops giving me what I swear looks like a glare but he’s still standing near Marinette when I notice my family looking at me and Marinette and Alfred asks me, A- “Master Jason are you going to introduce us to the young miss?” J- “Oh right, guys this is Marinette, Marinette this is Alfred he’s our butler/ grandpa, the one who looks like he’s about to pass out is Tim, the one playing with the kid is Dick, the stern one is Bruce, and the  one with the dog is Damian.” I say.

Damian’s POV

I hear Todd talking to someone and introducing us and as soon as I turn to glare at Todd I see the most beautiful eyes in the whole world. they look like sapphires and her hair is like the midnight sky. She looks like an Angel... wait WHAT!?  I only zone back in as soon as Todd told the Angel my name so I did what not even I  was expecting, I took her hand, gave the back of it a kiss and said, D- “Nice to meet you Angel.” I was not smiling when I saw her blush and I for certain do not want to make her blush again... but if I have a chance to then I will take it. Then I hear a low growl and I then notice that she has a dog (yes she loves animals to!) that is looking at me like he’s going to rip me to shreds and I will forever deny that I was a little scared. M- “Sorry Damian, Captain’s just a little protective of me and doesn’t like strangers being around me.” D-”I understand.” I say then I hold out my hand for her dog (Captain I think it was) to sniff and after he does he still growls at me but doesn’t look ready to tear me to pieces so progress towards getting to know the Angel before me. And then my good mood is ruined by the sound of my idiot brothers and father, the traitor, snickering behind us. I turn and scowl at them but they don’t seem to care. Meanwhile Titus and Captain appear to have met and are now chasing each other around making me and the Angel laugh. Her laughter sounds amazing and her smile makes it feel like the world brightens up just a little. M- “So shall we start walking to the bakery?” A chorus of yes comes from my family and then we start walking. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

BONUS

*Whispering* J- “Am I going crazy or did Demon Spawn just laugh and smile at Marinette?”

Di- “No I heard it to *gasp* do you think he has a crush?”

J- “Are we sure he’s capable of having a crush?”

T- “Well I’m sure she will be good for him, but what I’m confused about is how she doesn’t recognize who we are. I mean how does she not know us she didn’t even seem to recognize our faces.

A- “I think Miss Marinette will do Master Damian some good.”

And Bruce is just looking at his youngest son with pride. His first crush and he’s able to witness it.

So as I said in the beginning this is my first fanfic and It’s most likely terrible so let me know if I should never write again, if you want another chapter, or if I should just reevaluate my life choices.

Chapter 2

[buckysgoldenheart]

Partners: August Walker x Reader

Summary: You are partners in the CIA and an injury forces feelings to be revealed.

Words: 2200

Warnings: Gore, i guess. Smut, but not so bad you have to dunk yourself in holy water afterwords, as much fun as that is. Cursing, maybe? I don’t really remember. 

I hope you like it :)

You hated hospitals, you always had. People died in them and who enjoyed death? Only the fuckers you assassinated or put behind bars. Plus, hospitals always reeked of cleanliness. It was nauseating. But you supposed eventually everyone makes it in one, whether it be a pit-stop or your last drop before being buried in dirt forever.

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“There is no way that happened!” August laughed, louder than you had ever heard before, and you smiled bright. You loved that sound, and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, and the way his teeth were laid out behind his lips. All of it was perfect. You made that happen, you realized. The look he had on his face now, the pure elation, completely raw unlike usual, was because of you and the stupid story you told him about your aunt and her cat.

And now you couldn’t remember the last time you were this happy. You certainly hadn’t expected tonight to remind you what extreme joy felt like; not on a typical night with your partner, tracking a man’s location for a couple hours until he finally went home. But tonight didn’t end up typical, not to you. It was the first night August let his guard down around you, really let his guard down. He let you see him and watch as he removed that rough exterior brick by brick.

“It did, I swear! That cat is wicked smart!” You could barely contain your laughter, and the chances of your smile leaving your face was far out of the question. When you looked over at August as you walked side by side down the alley, he was already watching you like he could see every single thing you felt for him. You hoped by the way his eyes seemed to shine that maybe he was thinking of you together, as more than partners in the CIA.

You walked with your bodies close to each other. Even through layers of clothing to stave off the late autumn chill, you could feel the heat radiating from him. It was enough to keep you warm for an entire night. For a minute, you thought maybe you might be able to get to that point. The job was done and you were walking back to the hotel anyway. He could easily move one room over and stay with you.

But then you were reminded why you didn’t get to have things as amazing as a night with August Walker, no matter how much you wanted it. People like you and him, you didn’t get to have each other, and even when you thought it might happen, something always fucked it up.

When you started down that alley, the two of you were alone, laughing and happy. The mission was over for now and somehow, the fact that you were both trained CIA agents was put on the back-burner. So much so that neither of you heard the initial scuff of a heavy boot on the pavement a good twenty feet in front of you. It was the second that had August shooting his head up in the right direction, just in time to catch the thrown knife before it lodged in his chest.

He practically growled at the smaller hooded figure before you and spent no time flipping the knife in his hand and whipping it expertly back at the attacker. The shiny, silver blade landed right between a pair of dark, emotionless eyes and the body fell to the ground, splashing in a couple puddles from the earlier rain.

August said your name before looking at you, but you barely heard it. Your ears rang as you stared down at the hilt of a knife, its thick blade buried deep in your abdomen. When did he throw a second? Or did he throw mine first?

It didn’t feel like much, having a knife stuck in you. You’d been injured on missions, but nothing like this. They were flesh wounds before, in and out, easily fixable. Not this. This was bad, you knew, and it surprised you how little it hurt. Despite your body going into shock, you thought it would at least sting. The bullet wounds had.

Your hand reached for the handle. You knew not to pull it out, that it would have you bleeding out faster, but you now understood the temptation. August stopped your hand before your fingers could wrap around it. He called your name louder as he put his large hands on your cheeks and tried to force you to look at him. He looked hazy, and you were surprised how fast you were losing control of your own body. Then your eyes fell closed despite your attempts to keep them on his face.

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Oh right, one other thing you hated about hospitals: that constant, excruciating beeping sound next to every patients’ bed so nurses and doctors could tell if they were still alive or not. It was definitely high on your list of the worst things ever, and right now you couldn’t seem to escape it. It was muddled with a voice in the background, but still rang clear enough to piss you off, like nails on a chalkboard.

“Yes, thank you,” That voice said. You knew that voice. It was not one you would choose to hear if you had the option, but if you were hearing voices at all it meant someone was in the room with you or you were going crazy. In either case it meant you had to be alive, so you guessed that was good. You eased your eyelids open.

“Well, well, she’s awake.” Sloane. You shifted your body and groaned as your boss walked to your side. “You’re quite the sleeper,” She said. “The typical recovery time for this kind of thing is about three days, but congratulations, you made it a whole week.” She sat on your bed in her nice suit. “If you were tired, you could’ve just asked for a day off.”

You did your best to scoff at the lie and Sloane let out a reserved laugh. “We are all glad you are ok.”

We, you thought. August. “When can I get the fuck out of here?”

“As soon as you want. The last few days you’ve just been sleeping off the leftover anesthesia and pain killers.”

“Thank God.”

A few beats passed in silence, then Sloane said, “That guy was hired to take out anyone who spied on the target…He saw you.”

You nodded. It made sense. Your attention was focused on someone else, but if Sloane knew that bit, she would throttle you. Though, the fuck up of being seen would still warrant at least a bit of punishment, which you were sure she would lay out for you soon.

“One thing before you leave here,” She said, and you didn’t like the tone in her voice one bit. “I need you to sign some paperwork.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “What for?” She pulled out a packet of papers held together by a large clip and set it down on top of your legs for you to shuffle through. “Just tell me. But skip all the mission details.”

“Walker is requesting a new partner and team. His reasons are spelled out in the forms and I have no reason not to grant his request. There are a couple pages where you have to sign and date.”

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You had asked Sloane when August would be in his office next. She answered the question with a lot of unnecessary information that you paid absolutely no attention to after she said, ‘six p.m., tomorrow.’

You had no reason to rush; this was not going to be some sort conversation, so you waited until six-thirty. He would definitely be in his office by then, and as you stopped in front of the door you saw his form sitting in the desk chair through the fogged glass.

You took a deep breath, calming yourself, then slipped through the door. Before August had a chance to register your presence in his office, you slammed the packet of paperwork on his desk and crossed your arms.

His eyes widened and he quickly looked up at you. “Y/N.”

“You filed for a new partner? Are you fucking kidding me?”

He closed his eyes for a moment then rose from the chair, his hands planted firmly on the cherry wood. “Y/N—”

“We have been partners for two years,” You nearly yelled, holding up your index and middle finger, “And now you decide to just drop me like yesterday’s trash?”

August ran a hand through his dark brown curls. “That is not—”

“You’re an asshole!”

“Just listen to me!” You recoiled at his tone. He had never yelled at you before, not like that. He inhaled slowly then exhaled. “I got distracted,” He said and met your cold stare. “We both know that that is unacceptable.”

“And that all of a sudden makes you not want to work with me anymore? That’s insane, August.”

He shook his head slightly. “It is not insane. Not when what I got distracted by was you.”

You huffed with an aggravated smile. “Are you actually blaming me for this right now? August, we work best together. We have since the beginning.”

He crossed his ridiculously strong arms and you didn’t like it. He was getting mad, yes, but he was guarded now, closing himself off to you. “It doesn’t matter. You almost died.”

“That was an accident!” You groaned and rubbed your palms over your eyes. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!” He slammed his fist hard against the desk before stepping around it and practically stomping to you. “I would’ve sensed that guy the other night if for one stupid second I focused my thoughts on anything but you! But I didn’t and it almost cost me everything, so yes, it was my fault!”

Everything?

His chest rose and fell as rapidly as yours and he searched your eyes for something. When you figured he found what he was looking for, he closed the two steps between you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and slammed his lips to yours.

You gasped into his kiss but devoured everything he was giving you: the feel of his hands gripping the fabric of your shirt, the way his lips felt, the way his tongue tasted…it was intoxicating, and you soaked up every ounce. When he gripped your sides and lifted you before setting you on the desk, you let out an unexpected squeak. His lips smiled against yours.

You reached for the belt of his black slacks, undid it, unzipped, and slipped your hand behind the layer of his underwear. He bucked against your hand and groaned loud, the vibration on your lips sending heat straight to your core. Fuck, you wanted him.

He pulled away for a second to smile at you, and as you smiled back, he reached for the hem of your top and slipped it over your head. His eyes went wide at the sight of you and you hoped the blush forming on your cheeks was not making its way down your neck to your chest. August leaned down to kiss the top of your breasts peeking out above your bra, then trailed kisses all the way up your neck, to your jaw, under your ear, and as he kissed your lips again, his fingers slowly unclasped the garment.

Straps slid down your shoulders as you kissed. You chucked it to the side before placing your hands back on him and pulling his cock free from his pants. When you stopped him to get a good look at just how big he was and licked your lips, August tilted your chin back up to him and shook his head.

“Not now,” He said, somehow reading your mind. “Later.” He pecked your lips and pushed your skirt up high to your hips. “Now, I just want you.”

You nodded and stroked him a few times, trying to keep yourself from falling apart at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit. “Lean back,” He said, and you did until your spine hit the wood. August yanked your hips forward until you were fully against him, then pulled your panties to the side with a finger. He met your eyes for a moment and you nodded.

As he eased himself inside you, your eyes slammed shut and your brain fuzzed. Every inch was more beautifully agonizing than the last as he stretched you. “Look at me,” He whispered. There was more than lust swirling within the blue and you knew you would be more than happy to see him look at you that way for a long, long time.

August pulled you up until your chest was against his as he fully settled himself inside you. With his hands on your cheeks, his thumbs stroked back and forth. He hummed contentedly and touched his forehead to yours.

“Come home with me,” He said.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He thrust into you once, twice, then kissed you sweetly.

@agniavateira​

[red1culous]

Ice Cold.

“NATASHA!” 

“NATASHA!”

“NAT WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You knew shouting was pointless. The blizzard that brought freezing winds that nipped at your minimally exposed flesh and snow that assaulted you almost horizontally swallowed all your cries. 

You were frantically searching for Natasha in a sea of nothing with only a flashlight and a headlamp for illumination. You may as well have been blind, visibility was down to just 1 metre before the inky blackness of night swallowed everything. You refused to entertain the idea that this search was in vain and could end in 2 members of the Avengers dead.

Only 3 hours ago you and Natasha had been sent on a mission to Iceland to collect some ‘sensitive data’. It was one of those get-in-get-out jobs that either of you could have done with your eyes closed. No-one knew that the supposedly empty factory was in fact a fully operational Hydra biological warfare laboratory. The two of you would have been able to deal with this situation easily if it were not for Natasha hopping onto a snowmobile and dashing after a Hydra operative in the worst snowstorm in a decade.

“He has the files…I’m going after him” she said before her comms cut off.

“Hill did you get that? I’m going after her” 

“No Y/N stay put we’re 10 minutes out”

“That’s too long she’ll be lost out there”

“We have no way of finding you out there! Stay put that’s an order”

“Sorry Hill I can’t leave her. You can kick my ass when you find us”

That’s how you found yourself standing beside her overturned snowmobile shouting her name. Tying a rope to the vehicle you ventured away from it still shouting for her even though your throat was hoarse. You were pretty sure there were tears falling from your eyes…if only you could feel your face.

Just as you were about to lose hope you see something. It looks like a lump on the ground and you approach it holding your breath. It’s Natasha lying face up with her eyes open. She looks peaceful and for once since you two became an item you hated how peaceful she looked.

You start thumping your fists on her chest over and over. And over and over. And over and over until finally she blinks. Right now you’re babbling incoherently overjoyed that you weren’t too late. With the adrenaline coursing through your body you grab the shovel strapped across your back and start digging into the snow. 

“Maria I really hope you can see this” you say to yourself as you throw a grenade into the snowmobile setting it on fire.

You dig and dig like a madman while glancing off and on at Natasha hoping that she holds on just a while longer. You’ve never dug a hole so fast in your life. And when you're finally done you can no longer feel your arms or legs but you will yourself to drag her lifeless body into the snow shelter. 

Inside the snow cave you strip Natasha off her clothes while checking for injuries. Satisfied that she was reasonably unscathed you start to undress yourself and lay down beside her hugging her chest to yours. You cross her limp left arm under your right one as you rub your hand across the length of her back hoping to generate some heat to her body. It feels like you’re hugging a block of ice but at least you can feel the faint thud thud thud of her heart beating against yours.

“Babe, listen. You need to get up ok”

Silence.

“Hill is sending a team over and we need to be dressed before they get here”

Silence.

“I’m not wearing my good undies and I swear if anyone sees me in these tatty ones…”

You think you heard something.

“Babe? Hey can you say something?”

Silence.

“Or just move your arm a little? Please...just do something”

Silence.

“You can’t leave me ok. You’d better come back or I swear to God you will never hear the end of this”

…

…

…

“hmmph...I…omf…”

It’s so faint you almost miss it for the howling of the winds outside.

“Nat!…babe…hey...say that again”

“S’cold”

“I know, I know. Listen Steve is coming soon ok. You’re alright, I got you, you’re safe ok”

“I…l-l-like…”

“What Nat, what do you like?”

You hold her to you even closer and for the first time since you dragged her into the ice cave she pulls herself tighter into your chest.

“Y-y-your un-underwuh-wear”

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH4 PT9

THE LONG AWAITED VICTOR FLUFF IS HERRRE!! WE FINALLY HAVE SOME RESOLUTION HERE FOLKSSSS!! AND WE HAVE IT WITH A DAsh of angst because you gotta have at least a little bit in there for the flavor ;P

This one’s kinda long but I figured you guys wouldn’t mind. After all, it pays off in the end ;)

Warnings: Well we got the angst, swear words, heart melting confrontations and serious love from Vicky Li, not to mention some of the FLUFFIEST GIGGLY FLUFF YOU CAN HANDLE... ok maybe not that bad but after the trip we have been on I’m sure it will feel that way, and a cliffhanger that will likely make you wish this already long piece was longer :D

(Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin) Prologue, and part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight can be found here!)

Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D

And an additional note in a previous part of chapter four part three here! (I promise these notes are important)

Chapter four:

Part nine:

The day was all but over when Victor had started packing his things. I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to focus on the file in my hand. “It’s five o’clock.” Victor urged, “I’m sure whatever you are working on can wait.”

“That’s quite the assumption.” I said, twiddling the pen in my fingers, “Five more minutes.” Victor was quiet, making me hopeful that he had granted my wish, but that hope was diminished as I heard footsteps approaching my desk. I braced myself, clutching the file in my hand tightly. A hand reached out and plucked the pen from my hands. I pursed my lips and looked up at the thief.

“You don’t want to keep your sister waiting long.” Victor said, placing the pen back down on the desk, “Didn’t you say you were excited to spend the night with her?”

“I am but five more minutes of waiting isn’t too bad.” I said, placing the folder on the table and turning in my chair to face Victor, “If you’re that eager to go home you could just leave without me.” 

“You know I can’t do that.” Victor said, folding his arms. I folded mine as well, maintaining stubborn eye contact with Victor. I wanted to fight him some more. I wanted him to stay and be safe in his office. I wanted to listen to me when I said that he wasn’t safe… but I couldn’t. The exhaustion that was weighing on me all day had only gotten worse. At that moment, I had been too tired to keep arguing. Besides, there was no talking down Captain Capitalist. I sighed and rubbed my eyes. 

“...Fine.” I finally said after a short pause, “Just… give me a minute to get my things together.” Victor nodded and turned to walk away. I stood up, closing the folder on my desk and started gathering my things.  The phone on my desk rang. Out of habit, I reached over and picked it up. “Speaking.” I said, nonchalantly.

“Ikamara Bikira.”

I froze.

The voice was deep and modulated, masking the true owner behind it. It was just like how Bart had described the anonymous tip was given. I straightened my posture and composed myself, as to not alert the attention of Victor, who was standing by the doorway watching me closely. “Yes.” I answered in the same nonchalant voice as before, “May I ask who is speaking?”

“I am Montu.” 

All the blood in my body pooled to my feet. Even though I expected this answer, it still shocked me all the same.

Montu continued, “You have manipulated everyone to get to where you are. You make people pity you and twist your words to make them care and give you whatever you want. No longer will I let this happen.”

I turned away from the door and dropped my professional tone, “Drop the fake names! Who is this!? What do you want from me?!”

“This is your final warning. Stop your lies and come clean about who you are or be destroyed.”

“Answer me damn it!!” I said through my teeth, “Who are you?!”

“... I am always watching.” The line cut. I stood frozen in place, listening to the monotoned ringing of the dropped call. I slowly pulled the phone from my ear and set it back on the receiver. 

“Who was that?” Victor asked from the doorway. I stalled.

“... No one.” I lied. I turned back to my laptop and shut it, “Just… some kid trying to sell me a story. It happens more than I’d like to admit.” I quickly scooped up my jacket from my chair and walked to the door. I briskly walked past Victor, avoiding all eye contact and any hope for furthering any kind of discussion. After a moment, I heard Victor’s office door shutting and heard footsteps follow behind me. I threw on my jacket haphazardly and quickened my pace to the elevators.

Once I got there, I pressed the button to summon the elevator and, to my dismay, saw that it was going to be a waiting game until one arrived, giving Victor enough time to catch up and stand by my side. A stillness came over us as I avoided any kind of contact with Victor. But  my eyes betrayed me as they were pulled into a glance at him. Victor stood quietly beside me, watching the floor numbers increase as the elevator moved up to our level. After a moment of blissful silence, Victor spoke.

“Do you remember the night you came to Souvenir?” 

I flashed Victor another glance. He kept his eyes away from me.

“Yeah.” I said, looking down and folding my arms, “What of it?”

“That night, your bill said to call someone you trusted.”

“...Right?” 

“You called me.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Was that an accident?”

I looked back at Victor, this time keeping my eyes on him. His expression looked as tactless as ever. With his attention set on the floor numbers, I couldn’t read him quite as well as I normally could.

“... No.” I answered honestly, “I meant to call you that day.”

“And if I were to give you the same bill now,” Victor continued, “Would you still call me?” I watched Victor closely for a moment, thinking seriously about what he said.

“...Yes. I would.” 

“Then why do you insist on lying to me?” Victor finally turned to look at me, catching my eyes before I could look away. 

“Wh-what?” I asked, stupefied. 

“You say trust me? Then tell me who was on the phone with you.” 

I flinched. 

The elevator doors opened with a ding. I looked over to them and quickly snapped to attention. Without giving Victor a response, I darted into the elevator, pressing the lobby button quickly as an attempt to stop the discussion. The doors began closing but, with a quick hand, Victor caught them. He looked down at me, trying to meet my eyes. I quickly looked at the floor, folding my arms once more reflexively. After a moment of tense silence, Victor sighed. He walked in and pressed the close door button. The doors quickly obliged to the action, shutting the two of us in that cramped elevator alone and with no way to escape.

Victor stood close next to me. His steady breaths filled my ears as his expensive cologne did my nose. The nostalgic sense of reassurance that those things once gave me teased at my heart. I quickly shook that feeling away and braced against it, concentrating hard on the sound of the descending floor numbers, trying all I could to ignore Victor’s presence. 

I really didn’t want to answer Victor’s previous question, nor did I want to say anything at all, but I knew I couldn’t avoid it. But I also had questions of my own. Questions that had been pestering me since I woke up in the hospital. The first and most prominent question being: 

Why? 

Why did he care? Why did Victor try so hard to be close to me? Why did he insist on being a part of my life when all I’ve ever done is push him away?... What was his motive?

A white box suddenly appeared in front of my face. I jumped slightly at the sudden disturbance from my spiraling thoughts.

“Wh-what’s this?” I stammered, looking up at Victor and avoiding taking the box.

“You lost your phone in the fire, right?” He said, pushing the box closer towards me. My heart skipped a beat.

“...You… bought me a phone?” I asked stupidly.

“Do you really think I would bring that up just to give you something else?” Victor sighed, “If you’re skeptical then open it and see for yourself.” I looked down at the box. Taking Victor’s advice, I finally took the box from his hand and opened it. A sleek, velvety new phone sat perfectly in the center of the box. It’s pristine screen shone slightly in my eyes. I hesitated, at a loss for words.

“I had Goldman pick it up during his break.” Victor continued talking through my silence, “I have already swapped our numbers. I’ll text you when I get to your house tomorrow. Be sure not… to be…” Victor finally looked down at me. I was already looking up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of an answer to the questions that had been bothering me for what seemed like forever. “What?” Victor asked, eyes flashing with concern. 

“Why are you doing this?” My words toppled over each other as they left my mouth, finally freeing themselves from my head. After I had begun, I couldn’t stop myself, “Why are you trying so hard to be a part of this? I haven’t even known you for that long. All I’ve been is cold and brash to you. And what’s more, you have overloaded your already busy schedule with taking in my company. The only thing you have gotten from any of this is reputation. So is that it? Is all of this to boost your already amazing name because I can just put in a good word to the press if that’s what you wa-”

“Ike-” Victor held up a hand and silenced me. He looked me seriously in the eye, “Is that really what you think? That me caring for you is only to get a good word for the media?” I flipped my eyes between Victor’s. I didn’t need to read them to know he was disappointed in my questions. I slumped my shoulders and turned away from him.

“Why else would you do any of this?” I weakly said, the debilitating feeling of exhaustion hitting me for the uptenth time that day, “I’m not a pleasant person to be around. My emotions are bland, my employees hate me for how hard I work them. Hell, I have a fucking target on my back to prove how hated I am. And yet you try so hard to be a part of my life, even though it could cost you your own, so,” I looked back up at Victor, locking eyes with him, “Why? What did I do to deserve... you?”

Victor looked at me seriously for a very long time. When he finally spoke, his tone was firm, but also the most gentle I had ever heard.

“No one should have to be alone in the way you have been.”

I felt my heart jump into my throat. I blinked quickly a couple of times and shook my head. “Wh-” 

“I talked to your foster mother before your assistant brought you in.” Victor cut me off and turned slightly to face me better, “Without going into detail, she told me about your experiences in the foster program. How it made you go mute and it took months for you to open up to her. To any of them. They had shown you a new experience and gave you a new name to prove it, but, even when you grew accustomed to them, you moved out of their house the moment you had the chance. Even though the apartment you moved into was puny compared to the house you lived in before, Maria said you did it because you didn’t want to be a burden to her anymore. You’ve gone your whole life doing things alone because you felt like you needed to to survive. You don’t have to do that anymore... Ike,” Victor pushed my shoulder and turned me to face him dead on. He took my chin and, though I was already looking at him, held my head in place so I couldn’t look away, “I am here to help you with anything you need. Even if they are something as small as a lousy date or as big as your life being in danger. I want to help you. And, no matter what it takes, I will prove to you that you need not bear these burdens on your own ever again. You have my word, Ikamara. I promise, 

 “You will never be a burden to me.”

Victor’s last words sent me over. Tears gushed from my eyes as a sob crept past my lips. I threw a hand up to my mouth and pulled my head away from Victor’s hand, turning away from him to hide my face. Victor took his now free hands to pull me into a strong and all consuming embrace. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, fitting me comfortably in his chest. Victor placed his head in the crook of my neck, holding me even closer to him. It was then I cursed the nerve damage in my left side.

I tried composing myself, finding my breath and steadying my ever flowing tears, but it was no use. I pulled myself into Victor’s hug and shook as I cried into his shoulder. I dropped the box in my hand and clutched at the fabric on Victor’s back, as if it was the only lifeline I had to stop me from drowning. And, in that moment, it really felt like it was.

Suddenly, it felt as if a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I sighed and sunk deeper into Victor’s arms. A familiar warmth flooded my chest, ceasing my tears completely and steadying my sputtering breath. I relaxed into Victor’s hold further as the rush of biss filled my entire body. My grip on his jacket relaxed too as I tilted my head further into his shoulder. Victor tensed slightly.

“Ike.” He said urgently, “Are you alright?”

“... You… jerk.” I sniffed and hit Victor weakly on the back, “How are you so g-good at saying exactly what I n-need to he-hear?!” Victor chuckled, filling my chest with even more warmth. He lifted his head and pressed it against the side of mine.

“It’s not hard to guess what’s going on inside the mind of a dummy.” Victor’s deep voice so close to my ear sent heat spilling into my cheeks, “Just know that I mean it.” A warm smile crept onto my lips.

“I know.” I sighed, tightening my grip on his jacket once more, “Thank you, Victor. Thank you.” Victor tightened his grip around me as well, wordlessly accepting my gratitude. I stayed like that in his arms, soaking up all of the positive energy that I hadn’t realized I had missed. In that moment, I had never felt more at peace. Sure, that hug wouldn’t stop Montu or rebuild my burnt down building, but it did give me something I hadn’t realized I had lost. 

Hope.

And someone I could trust.

As well as someone who I turn to for anything, who would be there for me and; no matter how badly I’d screwed up; would never leave my side. Victor was no longer that cold hearted CEO that I had first met. He was a gentle, compassionate, man who genuinely cared about my well being, and would do anything to maintain it. Victor was something I was too afraid to accept but finally willing to admit.

Victor Li was my ally.

I never wanted that moment to end. I wanted to be held by Victor for eternity, basking in his smell and warmth. If only time would just stand st-

I paused, then tilted my head and looked up at the floor numbers. The digital panel was frozen between the number one and the letter ‘L.’ I smirked.

Sensing my movements, Victor turned and followed my eyes. “Would you look at that,” I hoarsely said, looking back at Victor, “We’ve made it to floor number, ‘D.’ Wonder where that will lead us.” Victor cleared his throat and straightened himself. I felt a tinge of regret as his hands left my shoulders, leaving me feeling colder than I originally thought I was. 

Victor looked down and picked up something from the floor. When he held out his hand, I saw it was the phone I had dropped to hug him. I hissed.

“Shoot, is it broken?” I asked, quickly taking the phone and inspecting it.

“It shouldn’t be.” Victor said, unphased, “The case will protect it from a drop up to four hundred feet. It’s also waterproof but not fireproof though so,” Victor flashed me a teasing glare, “no more bombs.”

“Easier said than done.” I tucked the phone into my blazer pocket and picked up the box from the floor.

“Take a minute to compose yourself.” Victor’s original voice had returned, if not a little softer than before, “Let me know when you are ready.”

“I am perfectly composed.” I teased, sniffling and smoothing out my clothes, “You’re the one who needs to compose himself.”

“Oh really?” Victor asked. Suddenly a ding came over my head. The doors of the elevator threatened to open.

“W-wait!” I quickly said, rubbing the tear marks from my eyes hastily. Victor chuckled and the doors paused, leaving just a crack open to the lobby. I glared at him and brushed my sleeves.

“Sadist.” I whispered under my breath. Victor arched an eyebrow but said no more. I turned and faced the doors, “Alright. I’m ready.” A second later, the doors opened all the way, allowing space for Victor and I to walk through it. 

The lobby was mostly empty, only a few stragglers remained, talking amongst themselves in what looked to be a pleasant conversation. Everyone was smiling… that is, everyone but one teenage girl in an oversized jacket who sat in the waiting area. She scrolled through her phone with boredom painted on her face. I looked down at the empty phone box in my hand. 

“Is this the latest model?” I asked, tracing the box’s design with my finger.

“Yes.” Victor answered simply.

“Must have been expensive...” I lost the last part of the sentence as thoughts circled my mind.

“No need to worry about it.” Victor said, popping my bubble before it became too big, “I added the funds of it to your investment.” My face fell.

“How kind.” I grumbled, tossing the box in a nearby trash bin. As we neared Adri, she looked up from her phone. A smirk blossomed on her face as she stood up, shoving her phone in her pocket to give us her full attention. 

“It took ya long enough.” She teased, closing the distance between us, “You guys took forever… I can only guess why from seeing the mess you both are in...” Adri’s smirk turned into a sinister grin. Victor and I looked at each other. Victor’s hair was slightly disheveled and his collar was popped up. I impulsively moved to fix it. At that same moment, Victor reached out to touch my hair. We both froze in place. Then, just as quickly, stepped away from each other to fix ourselves.

“D-Don’t get the wrong idea.” I quickly said, pulling out my ponytail to adjust it as a sharp blush erupted onto my cheeks, “We were just... talking.”

“Right...” Adri sang, her grin further increasing, “Does Officer Gavin know you two have been ‘talking?’” My heart leaped

“And just what do you mean?!” I asked quickly, bracing for the worse.

“Well, Minor told me-”

“Don’t listen to Minor.” I deadpanned, cutting Adri off abruptly as my once happy mood had been tarnished completely. Adri’s smirk widened.

“Mr. Victor!” a voice came from behind us. We turned around to see a fantic middle aged woman running towards us. “Mr. Victor! Do you have a moment?! It’s urgent!” She pleaded with desperation riding in her eyes. Victor turned to us.

“Excuse me, ladies.” He said respectfully, before walking forward and addressing the delirious employee.

“Yikes.” Adri huffed and clicked her tongue, “There’s no end to the work, huh?” I made sure Victor was completely out of ear shot before turning to Adri, practicing my usual poker face as I did so.

“How much of the conversation between Victor and me did you hear?” I asked, cutting right to the chase. Adri blinked at me.

“Wh-...well that is one way to bring it up.” Adri laughed. I tightened my expression and folded my arms. “... All of it, I suppose? Why?”

“This isn’t a game, Adri.” My voice was grim and earnest. Adri’s grin fell completely as we locked eyes. I continued, “What that conversation was about is real. Once you’re in this, there is no leaving it. As of right now, no one knows you know. You could walk away from this, never look back, and pretend you hadn’t heard anything.” Adri folded her arms.

“... Or?” She asked, gesturing for me to continue.

“... Or you could risk your life for an answer we may never receive. For a cause that may put you on a watchlist. For a woman you hardly know.”

Adri arched her eyebrow, “You mean for my sister?” I paused. “Listen,” Adri huffed, “How I see it, is you need someone on your side who has a background in self defense and a past with ending fights. Not to mention someone with an inquisitive mind and a sharp wit that can be quick to respond in any kind of situation. 

“And, despite only being seventeen, I’m your gal. Now, do you want a resume? Or do you want to trust that this foster sister actually has something other than wickedly good looks?” Adri smiled at me confidently. It was an impressive change to her normal, sarcastic demeanor. But it was a change I could get behind. I studied Adri, taking in all she said seriously. 

“A background in self defense and ending fights, huh?” I asked, placing my hands on my hips as an unsupressable smirk pushed through my lips.

“Oh yeah.” Adri nodded proudly, “If you’re gonna start them, you’ve gotta be skilled enough to end them too… So, am I in? Partner?” I took one last sweeping look over Adri before I came to my final decision.

“You girls ready to go?” Victor’s voice came from behind me as he approached us once again.

“Yup.” I said turning and walking to the front door, “You sure you can get out of here without another fan asking for your autograph?” Victor hummed but all the same quickened his pace to the exit.  Adri and I followed suit, having to widen our strides as we tried keeping up with the CEO. 

I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out my phone. I whistled, getting Adri’s attention, and tossed her the phone. She caught it and looked up at me, confused. “If we are gonna be partners, I’m gonna need your number.” I winked at her. Adri smiled brightly.

Victor opened the front door and was instantly hit with flashing lights. The familiar sounds of overlapping shouts and camera clicks filled the air. Victor held a hand up to his face and rolled his eyes. “Didn’t you raise your security?” I shouted over the racket outside.

“What do you think is stopping them from coming in?” Victor asked, shutting the door quickly and blocking the disruptive sounds from the outside. Before I could do anything, Victor grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. “Stay close.” He said pulling me forward. I halted my steps and quickly pulled my hand away from him. Victor looked back at me curiously.

“They already think we are a couple.” I said, nerves getting the best of my voice as I spoke softer than before, “Won’t it only escalate it with… this?” Victor smirked and held out his hand again.

“Do you take me for a schoolgirl?” He asked, eyebrow arched. I stalled, mouth slightly agape. What in the- 

A memory from one of our first meetings flashed in my mind. My mouth slightly curved upwards, as I caught onto what he was referencing. Victor’s smirk widened as well. Without another word, I took Victor’s outstretched hand. Gripping it tightly, he pulled me through the doors. Adri quickly grabbed onto the back of my shirt and clutched onto it tightly as we walked through the bright flashing lights and loud voices. What was once a disorrenting and infuriating experience became so much tolerable with Victor’s hand in mine. The warmth that emanated from it seemed to have twisted around my heart, telling me that he would never let go. 

Ever.

>>>

After finally getting past those reporters, the walk to the parking garage seemed like a breeze. Despite being far from the comostion, Victor had maintained the grip he had on my hand. He said something about not knowing if there was danger elsewhere, and him needing to make sure I didn’t leave but, honestly, I didn’t need an excuse to keep holding his hand. I was just glad I wasn’t the only one that enjoyed it’s warmth as winter graced the air.

Finally making it to the entrance of the parking garage, Victor turned to us. “Alright.” Victor said in a very professional voice, “How far is your bike from here?”

“Not far.” I said looking around, “In fact, That’s it there, just a little ways from here.” I pointed forward to a sliver of a wheel between two parked cars not too far from us.

“Good. My parking spot isn’t too far from here either.” Victor said, looking down the other side of the lot, “Get on your bike and wait for me at the exit. 

“Right.” I said, nodding.

“And, Ike,” I looked up at Victor. He glared down at me, “Don’t leave without me.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I said, arching my eyebrow, “After all, if I did, I’d likely never live it down.” 

“Mhm.” Victor hummed, looking me up and down to be sure I was telling the truth. His eyes landed on our hands. I followed his gaze and blushed.  I guess there was no need to hold them anymore… I quickly let go of Victor’s hand, readjusting myself slightly. “Alright then.” Victor said nodding to the two of us, “I’ll be right back.” I squinted my eyes slightly as I surveyed his face. 

… Was he blushing?

“See ya, Mr. Li!” Adri said, waving to him from next to me. Victor nodded respectively to her and turned away from us. We watched him leave before walking forward ourselves. “So,” Adri sang, smiling at me, “You guys sure seemed comfortable with each other. What happened while I was waiting for you guys to come out?” I rolled my eyes and shoved Adri aside.

“Shut it. It was as I said. We were just talking.” I said, keeping my eyes ahead.

“Sure.” Adri sang once again, “ And the hand holding?”

A blush crept onto my face, “Th-that was reassurance of my safety.”

“Right.” Adri nodded and looked down, her grin lingering on her face. For a moment we walked in silence, “... So… can we start talking about our case?” The abrupt question made me stutter in my steps.

“Not now.” I said, tone dropping as I scanned the garage, “I don’t know who is listening.”

“Right.” Adri said, just as seriously, “So, what can you tell me?” I thought for a moment.

“... His name is Montu. His first… move was made nearly a month ago while I was walking Sam home. He knew things about me that an infinitesimal amount of people know. And I’m talking like two people in this world, Adri. I didn’t know why he chose me at first. Whether it was fate, an accident, anger, anything. It wasn’t until this evening when I got a call from him that I finally found out his goal.”

“Which is?” Adri asked as we finally made it to my bike. I paused, hand on the handlebars.

“... He thinks I’ve had the world handed to me.” My voice was dark and distant as I thought over the phone call with Montu, “And that I am somehow manipulating people with guilt and getting whatever I want.”

“Is there any way we can make him stop trying to hurt you?” Adri asked, matching my tone, “Like, is there anything he wants from you? You know, other than your head on his wall?”

“He said something about stopping what I was doing and coming clean about my lies.  But without lies to come clean about…”

“Killing you will be his only way of justice.” Adri finished the sentence for me in a hushed tone. I nodded gravely. “How much about this does Victor know?”

“Not enough.” I said, opening the seat to my bike and pulling out two helmets, “I’ll put him on a conference call when we get home. There I can catch you both up to speed.” I tossed Adri one of the helmets. She caught it swiftly, grinning slightly. A thought came to my mind, “… Adri there was also something I wanted to talk-” A black sedan reared around the corner and slowly rolled toward us. 

“What?” Adri asked following my eyes.

“Raincheck.” I quickly snapped on my helmet and swung my leg over the bike, “That’s Victor. Get on quick. We don’t want to keep him.”

>>>

I rolled up to the red light and stopped just short of the crosswalk. Adri had her arms wrapped securely around my waist, making it obvious just how often she had gotten to ride a motorcycle.

 Victor’s car slowed and stopped just behind me. Night shaded his windows, making it so I could only see his silhouette. I tapped at my handle bars impatiently. Adri leaned close to my ear, squeezing her grip around my stomach slightly as she moved. “You think Victor would want to join us in sleuthing at your place?” She called over the roar of the engine.

“I dunno.” I said, flashing a glance to him through my mirrors, “It’s a pretty busy guy.”

“But, I mean, he’s going home anyway.” Adri rested her head on my shoulder, “What kind of work does he have at home?”

“You’d be surprised.” I sighed, thinking of the work I had at home currently, “... Wanna call and see?” Adri nodded against my shoulder. I reached into my blazer pocket and handed her my new phone. She took it and disappeared behind me. “It looks like he tried to call a couple of times.” Adri's voice was a bit muffled behind me. I cursed.

“I must have had the phone on vibrate.” I said, stretching my neck, “It’s hard to tell over the bike’s motor. Go ahead and call him back for me. He probably wouldn't yell at you like he would at me.” 

“Wanna bet?” Adri said through an obvious grin. After a short moment, I heard her speak again. 

“Hey, Mr. V! Ike was wondering if-” Adri stopped talking as if she was interrupted. After a long, tedious pause, her grip tightened on my waist. Adri leaned next to my ear again.  “Um… Ike?” Adri’s voice shook slightly, making me nervous, “Victor’s tires… were slashed.”

“What?” I scoffed, “How could-” I froze. Snapping to action, I flicked on my turn signal. The blinking lights illuminated the car behind me, exposing it’s driver. 

He was a tall man, build relating to one of Victor’s. The only difference was the black velvety mask on their face.

One with a glistening, green scarab in the middle of their forehead.

He wasn’t alone. Next to him sat another man with an identical mask and behind them, in the back seat, loomed a dark shadow with horns on the top of it’s head. I couldn’t make out their face like I did the others but I knew who he had to be.

“Adri.” I growled, looking back at the light as I tightened my grip on the handlebars, “Brace yourself.”

(Next)

[ijustwant2write]

Two Sides-Brock Rumlow x Reader

(GIF credit to @rockbumlow​)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'Hi! Could I please request something with Rumlow? Maybe the reader part of strike but is super shy but it comes across as very aloof and the only reason she’s shy is because she’s nervous around Rumlow?'

Characters: Brock Rumlow x Reader, (there are made up characters in this story too)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Shyness, bullying, self pressure, loneliness, swearing, fluff, sexual tension

(A/N: I got waaaaayy too into this)

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"Ready for another day agent (Y/L/N)?" Matt, a fellow agent asked, way too perky for my liking.

"You ask me that every morning." I dryly said as we stepped into the elevator.

"And I always wait for an answer. I still haven't got one yet."

"We're here for work."

Matt sighed.“You know we’re on the same team right? It wouldn’t hurt to engage in some friendly conversation.”

I didn’t reply, hating that I couldn’t think of anything to say back. I knew it came off as rude, I wasn’t stupid. Despite being able to think on my feet during a mission, map out strategic plans when entering new territory, and making snap decisions when fighting enemy, I could never come up with a conversation starter. It had been a struggle since I was young, though I knew who to blame for that. My parents were strict military people, they didn’t believe that a child needed that nurture in their life as long as they had a routine. Hence why I was in the position I was today, part of the S.T.R.I.K.E team for S.H.I.E.L.D, the one member everyone hated.

As soon as we stepped out of the elevator, Matt spotted other agents he knew, instantly catching up to them. I masked the hurt, following far behind towards the briefing room. We had another big mission coming up, one which was vital to us. If we were successful, we could close this case that had been open for over ten years. Everyone greeted each other in the room, some making an effort with me, others completely blanking me. I didn’t take offence. Instead, I took a seat, flicking through the files handed out to us, already knowing it inside out. There was no social life at home (not that there was much of one for a S.H.I.E.L.D agent anyway), but I always refused the celebratory drink after a mission; I couldn’t risk embarrassing myself, not when I had built my way up through the system.

"Sir your asses down," Rumlow walked in, wearing his usual combat gear like the rest of us,"let's get this over with, we all have the same loathing for paper work."

"Except for (Y/L/N)." someone sniggered, though it was ignored.

Rumlow set up the screen in seconds before beginning. I listened to every word that left his mouth, entranced into the way he spoke. He was just so flawless, a sculpture of a man. His handsome features added to his intimidating stature, and he was able to talk his way out of anything. Training beside him hadn't been too bad either. But like everyone else, I hardly spoke to him, feeling the stuttering and awkward conversation building up in my throat.

"Agent (Y/L/N), can you tell us the intel you found on our killer?" Rumlow called me up front, gesturing for me to take over as he leaned against a wall.

I hated how everyone looked at me. Not just because of the pressure, but I knew how much they hated me when I was in this position, having to listen to the bitch of the group instruct them all; and they were going to hate me even more once I told them what I found.

Holding onto the tablet, I swiped through my research, pulling up a picture of a woman's mugshot on the big screen, causing everyone to be confused.

"So when I was looking on the database for any similar records to our killer, I couldn't find any men. I know that everywhere we have been, the security footage has suggested that it is a man, but upon further inspection, it turns out we were wrong."

Matt interrupted me."You're telling me, that all those agents, including us, were wrong?"

My hands gripped onto the tablet, trying to hide my shaking. Don't back down (Y/N).

"Unfortunately yes. But that's not any of our fault. She has led us in this direction to throw us off the scent."

Matt scoffed, glancing around at the others.

"Just look at the kills," I opened multiple tabs, showing her past work,"I've never seen any men murder people like this. And looking through our database backs that up. I know it may set us back, but I've managed to find quite a few leads on the people that she's worked for."

"All of that work, for nothing." one agent huffed."How could she have got away from us?"

"I have never seen this sort of disguise technology before. And she's a woman, it's easier to not be noticed."

"This is the twenty first century you know, "

"And yet when tasked with finding a killer assassin, you all instantly thought it was a man. I wouldn't be presenting this information if I didn't believe in it."

"Alright, sit down agent." Rumlow nodded, and I practically scurried back to my seat.

My heart was pounding, I had been more scared of that than going into any mission. It was no surprise to me when I caught people glaring, rolling their eyes at me or simply frowning. I had proven that our months of work were a waste of time, we would have to revisit so many sites just to get a basic understanding of this woman. The briefing went on for another hour, discussing how we should change our plans, what the best and fastest course of action would be. Once finished, everyone rushed to leave, though I took my time, not wanting to be stuck in an elevator with them all. As I finally stood, gathering up my folder, Rumlow slowly closed the door.

"You've got some big balls there (Y/L/N)." he chuckled, leaning his elbows on top of a chair.

I stuttered like an idiot."Uh-uh, th-thank you sir?"

"Took a lot of nerve to present that new information, your team wasn't very happy."

I said nothing.

"Give me something to work with agent. You only make it hard on yourself." he wasn't harsh with his tone, but I still found it upsetting.

"It's...I-" I couldn't think of anything to say."It's work."

"It's work, right." he rounded the table to stand in front of me."Just don't think it would hurt to bond with them, at the end of the day, they're your allies, not your enemies."

"Yes sir."

We stood there, staring at each other as if it were a stand off. I felt that I had dissapointed him in the only way I could, by not being a team player. I had never put that as my strongest point, I worked a lot better by myself, but unfortunately, my skills were best used in this team. When he leaned away, I took that as a sign that I was dismissed, quickly leaving.

As I left, I could feel my pulse racing, my throat welling up as if I was about to cry. I loved doing this job, but I found it so hard to make friends, or even be casual with colleagues. All those years growing up in silence, and now it was being used against me. I couldn't let Rumlow down.

As the day went on, the team and I tried to gather as much intel as possible, and all was quiet in the room. Some of them overexaggerating their gestures when flipping through files or typing away. It made me feel more and more small, keeping my head down until this day was over.

"Right, lunch break!" someone called out, making me jump.

They all started to leave, and I heard mumbles of asking me to lunch, though that was followed with disagreement. I followed behind as we piled into the elevator, starting to descend.

"(Y/L/N)," Matt said,"you wanna eat with us today?"

I could see everyone's reflections, no one wanted me there. I opened my mouth to say no, but then I had another idea.

"Yes."

Their expressions changed from annoyance to shock, all exchanging glances. Some chuckled, others hollering and whooping that I was finally joining them. I was still hesitant to go with them, trying to keep up with so many conversations as we made our way to the canteen. They did most of the talking, I was a good listener. It was as if I was in a high school movie, hanging with the popular kids, being allowed to sit at their lunch table.

"So what made you change your mind?" Matt asked as we tucked into our food. Everyone else was involved in other conversations.

"Hm?" I sounded, still having food in my house.

"About coming to lunch with us?"

"Um...I need to be a team player."

"Did boss man say something?"

I looked down at my food.

"You don't have to be scared of him, he can't hear you."

"I...I guess so."

"Are you scared of him?" Matt teased.

"I'm not scared so to speak."

He gasped."You're intimidated, and not because he's the boss!"

I ducked my head."Can you not be so loud?"

He lowered his voice."I've seen the way you look at each other. It's very sexual."

My eyes widened."What?! What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh, she swears! And don't worry, I won't say anything to the others."

"Oh my god, I swear nothing is happening."

"But you wish it would."

"Matt."

He laughed under his breath, hiding it from the others."Hey, we don't get to see a lot of other people outside of work, it gets to you."

I carried on eating, thankful that my turtleneck was hiding my blush. I could have easily stopped it there, closed myself off again. But I was turning over a new leaf, I had to bond with my team, Rumlow had said so.

"OK, you want to know the real reason I'm quiet all the time?" I mumbled.

"Yes! Especially since that was probably the longest sentence I've heard from you."

"I grew up as an only child with really strict parents. And when I say strict, I think that Director Fury would be more of a doting father than mine was. So I've only known how to live a military lifestyle, which is why I'm here, obviously. And I guess, with people who are in charge, I feel like I can't dissapointed them. That's why I do so much extra work, not because I'm sucking up to Rumlow like you lot say. If I dissapoint, I get punished."

"Punished?"

"It's so stupid I know. But that's all I did for my parents. Work, work, work until they're happy. And we are one of the best teams within this whole organisation, it's only natural that we have to get good results."

"You out way too much pressure on yourself. You could never do anything wrong. I mean, did Rumlow yell at you for throwing away all of our work this morning?"

I ignored his jab."I guess not."

"Exactly. You know what, I'm starting to like you."

As the end of the day, I headed to the changing rooms to get into my gym clothes, ready for an evening workout. I had thought about lunch and how surprisingly well it went. Just as I was removing my jewellery, I heard two other people enter, thinking nothing of it until I heard my name.

"Did you see (Y/N) earlier?" a girl said, I couldn't recognise the voice.

"Yeah, how weird was it to see her with other people?" her friend replied.

"I actually started believing those rumours about her being a robot."

They giggled. I heard them shut their lockers, footsteps heading towards me. Quickly opening my locker, I used the door to block my face. Luckily they didn't see me, and I only closed it again when I was completely certain they were gone.

Don't let it get to you, not anymore.

Once the coast was clear, I carried my water bottle and towel into the training centre, heading straight towards the treadmills to warm up, when someone called my name.

"Quickly warm up," Rumlow instructed,"I need someone to spar with."

He was by the punching bags, going back to his workout. I stood there, surprised by the demand in his voice. Realising I was just stood there staring, I slowly turned around to get on the treadmill. Beginning the steady jog, I could feel my palms become sweaty, though not from the exercise. Was this a test? Or was he wanting to remind me who I was, put me in my place?

You haven't done anything to piss him off, idiot.

Not wanting to waste his time, I stopped running, the treadmill slowing down beneath my feet. Making my way towards him, I tried to big myself up in my mind, grow my confidence in a matter of steps; it shattered as soon as Rumlow looked at me.

"Come on then." he jabbed at my arm, stepping onto the sparring mat.

I took a deep gulp, almost tiptoing onto the mat. He had his arms up in a defensive stance, and I copied, bracing myself for impact. As we slowly circled, trying to figure out the others tactic. Some feeling in me surged, and I boldly threw the first punch. He easily blocked it, though I was able to get a jab at the stomach. We both tried hitting each other, achieving some as well as blocking. I got braver with every movement, managing to trip him over, though I followed soon after as he pulled me down with him.

We were rolling all over the place, both struggling to take control. I groaned, using my shouting to make my attacks stronger. But this was tiring, Brock was a great fighter, hence why he was in charge of the team. The day had been so emotionally training, and like an idiot, I was letting it get the better of me.

"Alright," Brock chuckled as I managed to gain control, tapping my arm,"that was a good fight."

I didn't ease off at first, wondering if it was a trick. When he stayed still, I slowly climbed off him, only to be flipped onto my back, Brock smirking over me, with a wild look in his eye that was doing things to me.

"Go to dinner with me." he blurted out.

My eyes widened."W-what?"

"You heard me."

"Uh-uh, sir I-"

"Just one date, that's all I'm asking. And before you say anything about work protocol, I say fuck it."

I could feel his grip loosening on me, and once again, I pushed him so he was the one lying down. However, I wasn't pinning him down the way we had been trained; luckily for me, no one else was in the room, and I was able to straddle him, hands resting on his firm chest.

What the fuck (Y/N), you can't just act out your fanatasties in the gym?!

"Pick me up at seven on Saturday. Surprise me." I confidently said, though I felt that I could faint at any moment.

He bit his lip, that seductive motherfucker."Your attitude has changed in a day."

"Do you like it?"

I hadn't meant to sound sexual, I was genuinely asking.

"So far, so good. Hopefully I'll get to see more of this on Saturday."

I stood up keeping a leg either side of his waist, looking down at him."You're very presumptuous. Don't get too confident just yet sir."

Saying nothing more, I walked back over to my water bottle and towel, purposely bending over as I knew he was still watching. I didn't even glanced over my shoulder as I left. But once I was out of sight, I let out the quick, heavy breaths from my mouth, sounding like I was hyper ventilating. Who was that back there? It certainly wasn't me! Where had that come from and where had that confidence been all my life? But the rush, the thrill of teasing him, that was amazing! Knowing that he wanted me, and that I wanted him, but still denying his advances. I had missed out on this my whole life. All I knew was that on Saturday, I wasn't going to hold back any more.