#hey gorgeous how about them arms eh?

[ratatatastic]

behold the wall of matthew arm its beautiful

tucking back nonexistent curls youd think he kick the bucket on that habit after these many years of shaving his sides and yet a girl's gotta girl

florida panthers @ edmonton oilers game 6 pregame interview | 6.21.24 (x)

kitty cat go :3 (i cant believe he can do that with his mouth oh my god)

[katelynnwrites]

I'm Losing It (All I Get's Jealousy) | Laura Freigang

warnings: ~

word count: 1377

summary: your girlfriend, laura gets jealous at national camp

a/n: jealousy is not something i've written before because jealousy isn't an emotion i have much experience with but i got two requests (one, two) so this is my attempt to do so

‘Hey.’ You laugh as a certain blonde pulls you into her lap, when you walk past her in the locker room.

‘I missed you.’ She complains, nuzzling her face into the crook of your neck and tightening her arms around you.

‘I’m right here schatz.’ You murmur, leaning back into her.

Laura presses a kiss onto your forehead, content for you to stay where you are.

Even when more of your teammates trail into the locker room.

‘You’re a cosy pair.’ Sara immediately teases.

‘Also I hate to interrupt but it’s our turn for media.’ Jule adds, with a mischievous grin.

You giggle and turn around to kiss your girlfriend on her cheek, ‘See you in a bit.’

Laura pouts, ‘Do you really have to go?’

‘Yes.’ You hum and kiss her again to appease her.

The blonde accepts it and relents, letting you follow Jule out of the room.

The younger player pokes fun at you as soon as the two of you are out of the striker’s earshot.

‘You’re so in love with her. Like you should have seen your heart eyes.’

You blush and shrug, knowing better than to try and counter any sort of comment about the depth of your feelings for your girlfriend.

‘Really! When's the wedding?’

Her words get a laugh out of you, ‘I don’t know Jule but I will be sure to invite you when I do know.’

That's how it is with the Wolfsburg player. She is easy to get along with and makes you smile a lot.

With the media team facilitating, the activity goes by quickly and with Jule participating along with you, is a great deal of fun.

In fact, you laugh so much that you’re still smiling when you get back to the locker room.

Lea is there, having finished her own media day activity.

Your Bayern teammate sidetracks you as you try to make your way to Laura, with a simple request of helping her touch up her make up for photos in the new home kit.

You’re happy to oblige, biting your lip in concentration as you apply a fresh coat of mascara to her eyelashes.

When you are finished and turn back to where Laura was sitting, she’s gone.

Sydney tells you that she’d left for her own media day activity when you ask.

With a sigh, you go and look for a snack to tide you over till your girlfriend is free.

It seems like Obi has the same idea because you find her already digging into a bag of corn chips.

She offers to share it with you but only if you listen to the list of pick up lines she’s been working on, with every intention of annoying her own girlfriend with them once she’s back home.

Sitting beside her, you dip your hand into the bag as you listen.

‘Are you lightning? Cause you’re McQueen.’

You snort, ‘Awful.’

Lena chuckles before reading out another, ‘Are you a charger? Because I'm dying without you.’

This one doesn’t even merit any response other than you rolling your eyes.

‘What’s it like to be the most gorgeous person in the room?’

You giggle, ‘I don't know. I'd have to ask Laura.’

The midfielder groans, ‘Stop it. You have it much too bad for her.’

Eating another corn chip, you nod acceptingly and Obi shakes her head in disbelief.

‘They say nothing lasts forever. Want to be my nothing?’

‘Eh. It’s not completely dreadful.’ You feedback.

‘Are your shoelaces tied? Because I don’t want you falling for anyone else.’

‘Cheesy but better.’

Lena grins and encouraged by your words, tells you another, ‘Let’s play a game…not hide and seek though, people like you are hard to find.’

‘No. No. No. Obi, that is terrible.’

‘Well the whole point is to annoy my girlfriend, not sweep her off her feet. I've already done that.’ She points out proudly.

You grimace and the brunette offers you more corn chips.

‘Last one okay? I swear.’

Her excitement should have clued you in to how cringey the next one would be but you don’t realise it till after she deadpans, ‘I had a good pickup line ready to go, but you're so good looking I'm literally speechless.’

You burst out laughing and Lena does too. Actual tears are gathering in the corner of your eyes from how hard you are losing it.

It is at that moment that Laura appears beside you, irritation clearly written across her face.

‘Lau.’ You greet and are taken by surprise when she leans in.

Faster than you can react, she pulls you into a heated kiss. One that she dominates, leaving you entirely breathless when she draws back.

The blonde ignores the wide eyed look on the Wolfsburg player’s face, shortly stating, ‘Oberdorf, the only person allowed to use pick up lines on my girlfriend is me.’

Then she pulls you away from Obi, not loosening the grip she has on your hand until you are in the hotel room you both are sharing.

She stares at you then, with an expression you’ve never seen on her face before. It unnerves you if you are completely honest because she has never been unreadable to you. Not like she is now.

‘What's wrong schatz?’ You softly ask.

‘I don't like Lena trying her pick up lines on you.’

‘She didn’t mean anything by them, you know that she has a girlfriend. I agreed to listen to them in exchange for her sharing her snack with me.’ You explain.

Laura huffs, ‘I still don’t like it.’

‘Lau? Everyone here knows that I'm yours. That you are the one I am in love with.’

Your girlfriend mellows a little at your words.

Ever so gently, you tuck a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and whisper, ‘I love you Laura. You know that.’

She sighs, shoulders slumping down, ‘I know you do. I love you too, which is why this is so hard.’

You frown in confusion and the Eintracht Frankfurt player fidgets with the rings on her fingers, almost as if she is embarrassed as she admits, ‘I just miss you so incredibly much. The past month has been more difficult than usual because the last time I was able to physically see you was at our last camp and that was cut short because I got injured. Now at this camp, I have barely been able to spend time with you.’

‘Oh.’ You breathe as you realise that there is a reason behind your favourite blonde’s sudden clinginess.

She hadn’t been exaggerating when she mentioned how much she missed you, earlier in the day and you mentally kick yourself for not seeing it sooner.

‘You've spent more time with Jule and Obi than me and that’s alright because I know you don’t see them all that often but I miss you. I really really miss you.’

Laura is on the verge of crying now, her bottom lip wobbling as she stands in front of you.

‘I'm sorry. I know the distance is hard but I'm here now okay?’

Slipping your arms around her waist, you draw your girlfriend close to you. The forward melts into your embrace immediately, her chin resting on your shoulder.

‘I shouldn't have gotten jealous. I'm sorry.’ She mumbles.

You hug her tighter.

‘Don’t apologise schatz.’

From the moment you and the blonde had started dating, the two of you have been aware of the challenges a long distance relationship would bring. What you hadn’t been aware of, prior to your conversation, was how much your girlfriend has been struggling with them.

After turning your head so that you can press an affectionate kiss against her neck, you say, ‘Summer break is coming soon and then it’ll be just you and me okay? We’ve got that trip to Mallorca planned and I am looking forward to spending every minute of it with you.’

‘That sounds like heaven.’ Laura whispers.

You hum in agreement and check your watch before adding, ‘Till then we have enough time to take a nap before our tactics meeting? I don’t know about you but all the media stuff has tired me out…’

Your girlfriend doesn’t need to be asked twice.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

[earlgreytea68]

LOOK AWAY IF YOU DON'T WANT SO MUCH FOR (TOUR) DUST SPOILERS, OKAY?

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Set list:

(1) That Pink Seashell spoken word thing actually opens the show

(2) Love from the Other Side: I assumed they'd play this first, and they did, and they looked very happy with the reception that it got

(3) The Phoenix

(4) Sugar, We're Goin Down: I overheard two guys when I was leaving saying, "I only came to this show for that Sugar song, and it was the third song they played," whatever to those two guys lol

(5) Uma Thurman

(6) A Litttle Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me

(7) Chicago Is So Two Years Ago: I know they always play this song when they play Chicago but the way the show is set up, there's this spoken intro that references a light being left on in Chicago, and then they launch into this song, and so I feel like maybe it's permanently in the set list for this tour, we'll see.

(8) Grand Theft Autumn: Patrick told the story again of how he wrote the lyrics while jogging with Pete. Here is exactly what he said, because I recorded it, hahaha: "I wrote this song out here, jogging, trying to figure out the words. This was back when I wrote a lot of the words. And Pete was jogging with me and he was like, 'Eh, maybe change this, maybe change this.' Before we knew it he was writing all the lyrics." And then Pete said, "Imagine us jogging" lolololol

(9) Calm Before the Storm

(10) This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race: They added a little Peterick-y moment in here? I don't remember them playing at each other during this song in previous performances? It was cute, it was during the instrumental part before Patrick leads the singalong, maybe I've just always missed it? They played it each other and kind of did some kind of kick thing with their legs??

(11) Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: Honestly, always a delight to hear this song, this is one of my favorites <3

(12) Heaven, Iowa: THIS SONG LIVE, I SWEAR

(13) "The Take Over, the Breaks Over": OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SONG AND I TOTALLY DIDN'T EXPECT THEM TO PLAY IT, I WAS SO HAPPY

(14) Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: <3 Guess they got over being scared of playing this one lol

(15) Fake Out: I CANNOT TELL YOU HOW EXCITED I WAS THAT THEY PLAYED THIS ONE OMGGGGGGG. Also, there was some plan I wasn't aware of to, like, hold up cell phones with pink paper over the lights so the crowd lit up pink???? I have no idea who engineered that but it was CHARMING and at the end of the song Pete said, "Thanks for that, guys, that was beautiful," and the stage was on darkness so it seemed absolutely spontaneous on his part and I think they really did like the effect, so, Idk, future shows, keep doing it????

(16) Patrick did some kind of piano interlude where he played "Don't Stop Believin'"????? It was random but he was super charming, I think the rest of the band used it as a break, it was just SO GREAT. Part of his intro was: "Pete was putting together this show and he said to me, 'Hey, you should play piano.' And I was like, 'I kinda only play songs I wrote. I don't really play piano. I don't know how to play piano.' And he's like, 'Eh, you'll figure it out.'" And then Patrick sat down and played gorgeous piano ugh THANKS, PETE.

(17) Last of the Real Ones: I am glad Mania got some love.

(18) Save Rock and Roll

(19) PETE RECITED BABY ANNIHILATION WHAT. I SWEAR TO GOD. I SO DID NOT EXPECT THIS AND I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE THAT IT HAPPENED. If you're going to the show, pay attention, because I looked away and apparently there's, like, a magic trick at the end of the monologue where he disappears behind a piece of black silk?????

(20) Crazy Train cover: I...don't know what to say about this randomness hahaha but it happened??

(21) Dance Dance

(22) Hold Me Like a Grudge: I think Patrick adores singing this song, I really do.

(23) G.I.N.A.S.F.S.: I KNOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT, EITHER.

(24) My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up)

(25) Thnks fr th Mmrs

(26) Centuries

(27) Saturday <3

The show ends with a little piano version of So Much (for) Stardust played over the sound system, so pay attention for that.

The set is super Alice in Wonderland-y and I adored it, it's playful and fantastical and has all these whimsical touches and interludes and I just thought it was delightful and at one point there were bubbles, and I heard some people complaining after the concert that the fantasy thing didn't suit their style of music and really, I was surrounded by downers after the concert, I thought they were perfect hahaha. Like, ABSOLUTELY PERFECT. They looked so, so, so tangibly happy, all of them. Patrick sounded fantastic and he looked like he was having a blast, he smiled the whole time.

I have a lot of videos but they seem like they're all pretty terrible, but I'll see how I feel in the morning lol

[lunaviee]

can i request where reader cant go to their match and they got angry which makes them say the word "i shouldve invite *ex's name*, she wouldve come." and reader reaction can be up to you! with rin and maybe chigiri? thank you so much and please stay hydrate! sending loves <33

OHHH MYYY GODDD ANONNN……..

the way i gasped so loud when i saw this OMGOMG

okay so, idk if you’re wanting PURE ANGST for this but like i’ll add fluff at the end anyway bc the more the merrier😇😁😁

OKAY SO UMM..i’m a procrastinator, it’s no secret. so uhh chigiris will be posted when i remember to work on it, sorry😭

“are you serious?” “you’re..kidding, right?”

chigiri hyoma and rin itoshi x reader (seperate) click here for chigiri’s

tags/warnings: angst to comfort, swearing, arguing, NOT PROOFREAD…

synopsis: if he’s so insistent on you being there to support him, why doesn’t he do the same?

a/n: i am SO SORRY this took so long </3 i got busy but this request is soo..chefs kiss i hope i did it justice😓

RIN ITOSHI—

the faint mumbles from the tv filled rin’s apartment as you made a quick snack to eat, knowing your boyfriend should be home any minute. you sat down on the couch to eat, turning the tv volume up as background noise while you looked out the window. it faced a gorgeous view of your city, along with a nice view of the sunset.

after some time, you were back in the kitchen to clean up a bit.

*click*

the jingling of keys indicated rin was home, a tad later that usual but you payed no mind to it.

“hey,” you smiled, “welcome home, how was practice?” arms wrapping around his neck as he set his bag down, taking his shoes off. his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him, planting a kiss on your temple.

“eh, same as always. those lukewarm lunatics don’t know what they’re doing”

you hummed in response, rin pulling away from you to look you in the eye. he spoke again. “we have a game in a few days. you’re going, right?” it sounded more like a demand than a question.

“oh uh about that” you broke eye contact, a twinge of nervousness tainted your face. “i was given an extra shift at work so i’ll be swamped, i don’t think i’ll be able to make it, sorry”

his before softened gaze now pierced right through you, full of annoyance. “really? i thought you’d want to come to my games.” his arms left your torso and flopped to his side, lower back resting on the counter.

“i do! i always do..rin you know this, i go to your games when i can but lately i’ve just been more busy an-” you rambled.

he cut you off, “quit the excuses.”

“excuse me?” you replied, shocked at how his silver tongue was so quick to interrupt you.

“i get it. you’re busy. you don’t have to make up these half-baked excuses and try to make me feel better.” he moved from the counter, straightening his back and showing his full height, looking down on you as if you were less than him at that moment.

“excuses? rin, what the hell are you talking about? i’m being serious.” confusion swirled in your mind, what was up with him??

“you know, i never had these problems with *ex’s name*. she was always happy to come to my games. no excuses, no lies. every game, she was there. why can’t you be like that?” rin’s venom stained words singed into your brain, glints of annoyance pooled in his eyes. a twinge of guilt settled in his gut the minute those words spilled out of his mouth, but he payed no mind to it.

“what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, “are you fucking serious?”

how could he say that? sure, rin was petty and used bitter language when he was upset, but comparing you to his ex? that was a new low, even for him. after all of the crap you two talked about when mentioning both of your exes in the past, you’d assume he’d want absolutely nothing to do with her. right?

“why wouldn’t i be?” not once did his gaze leave your figure, was he serious? “she actually took my career seriously.”

you were beyond shocked, eyes narrowing as your brows knitted together. “invite her then.” you retorted. “maybe i will, maybe then i’ll have someone who actually supports me there.” he scoffed.

his words made your blood boil, eye twitching before you spoke again, “get out.” you gritted through your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your (his) sweater as to not lose your cool.

“what?” he scoffed, not expecting such a response (he really should have, what was he thinking??)

“did i fucking stutter? or is your skull too thick to hear what i have to say. get. out.”

the strikers face further scrunched, yet not moving an inch. “this is my apartment. if you’re upset, then leave.” he brushed past you without a single regret as to what he had said, not entirely believing you’d actually leave, where else did you have to go?

“fine then.” you slipped your shoes on while dialing a number on your phone before slamming the door, leaving the rin to sit with his thoughts. you had much, much more to say, but the thought of having to stay in the same vicinity as you made your stomach churn.

who did you call? why, your best friend of course, who else would you trust with this information. sure, rin’s teammates weren’t bad people to open up to, but you needed someone who could understand your feelings through angry sobs and incoherent mumbles.

it was only a matter of time before you were sat on yours friends bed, angry tears burning your cheeks as you rambled on about how dumb your boyfriend was.

“break up with him” your friend mumbled, only half joking. “me personally, i wouldn’t stay with a man, nah, a BOY who brings up his ex when he’s mad..”

you lifted your head from the tear stained pillow to meet your friend’s gaze. “yeah but……ugh i hate when you’re right” your sentence ending with a laugh

“i’m kidding..kind of” she sneered “either way, screw him, ghost his ass until he comes crying at your doorstep”

“what??” you shot up from your position, now almost on top of your friend. she was faced you, a more serious expression painting her face

“seriously though, you shouldn’t have to deal with that shit [n/n], he has the be the one to apologize.” you nodded in response, good thing your friend had a bit more common sense than you did in that moment.

“yeah, you’re right, thanks”

“any time, now do you wanna stay here or are you good to go home?”

“i’ll stay here and bug you more”

“okay then” she laughed out, the two of you now laying on the bed on your backs, staring at the ceiling

• { time skip - two days later } •

the radio silence that came from rin was like torture, did he not care? not a single text or phone call, not even a message given from one of his teammates. it was hard to stay positive.

sure, he deserved the silent treatment, but he was your boyfriend. his company single-handedly made your days better. being separated because of a fight that he didn’t want to resolve was stupid.

your friend tried taking you out today to get your mind off of the situation. it was going well, up until you walked into your favorite cafe.

you were met with a face you were too familiar with. rin’s. his eyes widened in disbelief and he twitched, almost as if he was about to run after you. and so you and your friend took one good look at him and immediately left. if the argument was going to be resolved, it wasn’t going to be in a public cafe.

your friend pushed you by the shoulders as you both shuffled out of the doors, you pulling out your phone to find another place to go to at the same time.

“shit.” was the only thing that rin had managed to mutter out as he saw the two of you running away from the cafe. it’s not that he wanted to avoid you. it’s that he was ashamed. he was scared that nothing he would say would amount to enough of an apology for what he said.

rin was scared that this was the end of you two. his worst fears of losing the one person he knew loved and understood him were coming true and is was his fault. the past few days were filled with doubt and regret, his teammates even noticing his practices were depleting.

the rest of the day came and went, your friend dropped you off back at your apartment where you collapsed on the couch, left with your thoughts once again. you were about to just pass out on your couch and ditch work the next morning, like you have been for the past few days.

that was until you heard a frantic knock on your door, jolting you awake. your worried expression dropped to one of annoyance and bitterness; it was rin. but, he looked different. his usually blank expression was now one of exhaustion and hurt.

he’d been..crying?

your eyes widened in confusion, you opened your mouth to tell him to leave before he cut you off.

“i’m sorry” he blurted out

he was looking down to you, except it was much different than before. rin looked desperate, his eye contact only further confirmed it.

he reached his hand out to place it on your shoulder, hesitating. you opened the door to let him in, sitting on the edge of your couch next to each other.

“i’m so sorry [name].”

“i know.”

“it was stupid, you mean so much to me and i..i ruined it.”

“i know.”

“please, you don’t need to forgive me now i just…”

he paused. rin’s head moved to look at the ground.

“i just need to know you won’t leave me. you can ignore me for as long as you’d like and i’d understand. but just…please i need you back” he begged, small tears brimming at his eyes, what a rare sight to see.

silence fell between the two of you, but it wasn’t like the comfortable silences you’ve shared before. it was tense and awkward.

“okay” your voice was barely above a whisper, “i won’t leave you, i think we both know that” you say with a smile.

rin looked back up at you, eyes wide, full of hope and relief.

“but listen i…” the moonlight only further highlighted just how much the two of you had been crying

“it’s gonna take some time. that was really fucked up, you know that?”

“yeah..yeah i know. i’m sorry. you’re nothing like her i-”

“i know.”

the two of you were now looking at each other, faces flushed from crying and relief. the silence was comfortable again.

“let’s just..go to sleep, yeah? we can talk about it in the morning, i think we both could discuss better afterwards” you offered, leaning closer to the armrest of your couch as you were too tired to go to your bed

rin hummed back in response, laying on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your hands found their way to his hair, heartbeats practically synchronizing.

“you know..i’m still not going to your game” you whispered, peeking one eye open to watch your boyfriend. he smiled, “i know” a laugh spilled out of his mouth before you both fell asleep.

[cultofdixon]

Protective of One Another

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The Saviors war ended, and everyone has been doing their part to rebuild the communities. A project being the bridge. You have been assigned to watch those building the bridge and help where you can. You just didn’t expect to end up in the infirmary • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Anxiety / PTSD

Requested by: Anon

“Hey, you coming to work on the bridge?” Aaron asks Daryl who was preoccupied with sharpening his knife.

“Nah. Why?”

“Eh just thought I’d ask…” Aaron started to walk away from the tent the archer was currently occupying. “Y/N will be there”

Aaron now with a satisfied smile on his face worked beside Daryl who was hammering away at a panel they just placed while Y/N walked past them every now and then.

“Bitch”

“Hey it got you to work today. At least I didn’t lie”

“Mm. Fair” Daryl scoffs looking up for a moment seeing Y/N talking to Rick about the progression of the bridge they were working on.

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“You sure can hold your own”

Y/N turns toward Daryl after setting another Walker on the pile with T-Dog’s help.

“Yeah…okay” Y/N brushes her hands off on her blue camo pants seeing that he was still standing there. “Yea need somethin’ Daryl?”

“How come you know my name but I don’t know yours?”

“First, it’s Y/N. Second, you’re not a very social person. Or you weren’t until that Grimes guy came and told yea he ditched your brother on a roof”

“Mm. Fair I guess” Daryl frowns watching Y/N step over one of the dead’s legs and extending her hand out to him.

“It is nice to finally meet you though”

“What’s with the blue camo?” He asks while shaking her hand as she laughs slightly.

“Navy. Blue is for the navy. I had just gotten home from discharge when the outbreak happened”

“Then I guess you weren’t part of the dumbasses that kept the virus under wraps until it started killin’”

“Oh I would’ve deserted and told the whole world if it meant this outbreak not happening”

“Wouldn’t have met yea though”

“Already liking me, D?” Y/N teased before going to help T-Dog with the rest leaving Daryl a bit of a blushing mess.

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“You’re crazy yknow”

Daryl turns to the beautiful voice that matches the woman he’s been pining for for years as Y/N held up a canteen.

“Crazy for what?”

“Wearing all black in Virginia air. Or at least all dark clothes” Y/N gestured to his outfit before crossing her arms and still having that gorgeous smile remain. “What am I gonna do with yea, Dixon?”

“Beat my ass if I pass out from heat stroke” Daryl jokes getting that laugh of hers to roar out of her. “You’ll never see me in shorts”

“I would pay good money to see that one day” Y/N laughs a little more. “Shorts are great” she gestured to her own dark blue denim shorts as it wasn’t the only thing Daryl looked at. She was wearing a black tank top and red flannel over it with the sleeves rolled up, very different from her old Navy camo pants and the long sleeve when they first met up until the farm. But she always had the signature combat boots, something from her past that she won’t get rid of.

“On others maybe” He makes one last comment on the shorts listening to her laugh die down a bit before patting him on the shoulder.

“Least you can do is go inside one of the tents in the shady forest to cool a bit with that canteen.”

“Yea ain’t the boss of me, woman” He smirks watching her glare playfully.

“Last I checked. I was assigned to oversee those working on the bridge today…so the least you can do…is follow my orders” Y/N smirks getting up in his space as the archer covers his ears to avoid the blush rising.

“Yes ma’am” Daryl states watching her go back to working.

As he made his way back to the little tent city they have up for those working on the bridge, Carol immediately got up from her tent with a smile on her face.

“Hey buddy”

“Buddy?” Daryl scoffs to the nickname.

“What? You want me to go back to pookie?” She smiles deviously listening to him groan. “Anyway, I saw yea chattin’ it up with Y/N. Did you finally ask her yet?”

“Ask her what?”

“Oh come on!” Carol shoved him playfully as Daryl almost pushed her back but decided against it and sat on one of the outdoor chairs she has set up. “You know exactly what I mean Dixon” she took the other empty seat listening to the man groan even more. “She’s a catch. If you’re not going to say anything, someone else is gonna swoop in”

I don’t even want to think about that Daryl rolls his eyes turning his attention to the bridge. “The fuck am I supposed to say that I should’ve said years ago?”

________

“You’ve seen Y/N?”

“Oh my god. Are you actually going to finally do it, Dixon?” Carol teases handing him a bowl of breakfast which was whatever meat the archer hunted for that morning.

“Shut up” Daryl grumbles taking his bowl and going to sit with Rick at the table he was at with Judith in his arms.

“Waiting for Y/N?” Rick smirks watching Daryl glare as he was about to get up and leave. “Woah Woah. I surrender…sorry man. Just never seen someone so close to our navy officer and well. Connecting the dots here…”

“How’d yea tell Lori yea liked her?”

“Geez. You have no experience just from that question alone”

“Rick—-“

“Right right. Well. I kind of just went up to her asked if we could talk somewhere more private and then told her how I felt” Rick shrugs, it wasn’t exactly rocket science. “Then one thing lead to another”

Daryl hums in response to such as he watches the gates open showing Michonne returning on the horse they found and Y/N walking beside. They have been going on runs together that would last days or weeks and the archer would be stuck sticking around hoping to run into Y/N just for a second.

“You wanna tell her. Just tell her” Rick smiles picking up Judith and heading inside leaving Daryl to sit there watching Y/N draw closer.

He straightens up and in that moment he decided today was the day to tell her how he feels. But once she got closer to him, Daryl noticed the bandage on her arm and his worry got the best of him.

“Long time no see, Dixon” Y/N smiles warmly even if his neutral expression didn’t exactly cover his tense body language. “It’s just a scrape. Gotta see Hershel to see if it needs stitches”

“You better”

“Oh I will, and then I can tell you about the run I just went on” She smiles patting his shoulder in passing leaving him stuck in his thoughts once more.

________

So many opportunities.

And this was the time he chose to take it head on.

Y/N heard commotion going on between a few Saviors and some Oceanside on the other side of the bridge. She quickly apologizes to Eugene who she was talking to about the progression, to go handle what was going on.

“We shouldn’t have to work with scum like you!”

“It ain’t my fault the old man is making us work with weak ass people like yourselves”

“We’re weak?!” One of the Oceanside men got up in the Savior’s face. “Whose fucking leader is caged like an animal?”

“Woah guys let’s break it—-“ Y/N’s words didn’t reach their deaf ears as the Savior grabbed the Oceanside’s collar tossing them down. “Hey! Stop it”

“Back off!” The Savior yells pushing Y/N aside as she was resilient. “This fucking weakling needs to know his place”

“Oh yeah?!” He snaps back rising to his feet and with an unexpected play of drawing his gun which none of the crew that day thought anyone was armed. Even Y/N.

“Hey—Who told you you can—“

“Shut the fuck up! I ain’t listening to you” the gun pointed at Y/N temporarily before going back to the Savior who seem to be standing his ground. “And I’ve had enough of you Saviors walking all over me”

“Really? Then pull the trigger”

“Hey let’s not escalate this any further” Y/N sternly states to the two while standing in between them as she suddenly felt her hair get pulled to bring her back out of the way of the now nervous Oceansider. “Excuse me—-“

“Nah I wanna see if this fucking pussy will actually pull the trigger” He snaps in the nervous one’s face as Y/N tried to push him back because this wasn’t going to end well regardless.

Then the gunshot rang through the nearby woods, alerting the residents in the tent city. Daryl quickly rose to his feet running over toward the bridge with Carol following shortly behind. The two noticed a small crowd was formed and as they drew near, Daryl instantly locked onto Y/N pinning the Oceansider down while Rick kept the Savior at a distance.

“What the hell happened?” Carol snaps bringing herself over to Y/N before realizing. “Let me take over”

“Just take his gun away” Y/N hissed through the pain in her side given the Oceansider was a nervous wreck, making him a nervous shot. He aimed low and Y/N knocked the Savior out of the way. Resulting in her receiving the bullet. “Get the leader of Oceanside to take care of her own, Carol will confiscate the gun and…”

“We’ll call it a day” Rick finishes for her but then noticed the shakiness in her composure. “Somebody catch her”

And that was Daryl’s cue. He caught her right as she started to faint. The archer quickly picked her up and didn’t wait another second to take her to the med-tent that currently had Enid working. Not that he didn’t trust the prodigy, he would rather have Siddiq for someone this important.

“It’s just a flesh wound”

“So no bullet?” Rick asks Enid once she finished applying the pressure bandage on Y/N’s side.

“No bullet. Through and through”

“This could’ve been a whole lot worse. Hell remember when you took a bullet?” Carol laughs a bit of the tension away referring to Daryl’s near death moment.

“Yeah but I would like to knock that son of a bitch’s teeth in when Andrea walked away”

Both Rick and Carol gave each other a confused look when Daryl said such. It definitely didn’t go unnoticed.

“What.”

“Andrea didn’t just walk away”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The archer was even more confused than ever.

But he’s not the only one pining for another.

________

“Oh you’re a fucking moron that’s trigger happy”

“Now Y/N I didn’t know it was Daryl—-“

“Don’t fucking matter.” Y/N didn’t hesitate to punch the girl square in the jaw, with enough force to cause her to stumble and before Shane or Rick could intervene Y/N held her hand up toward them. Indicating she was done after that. “Four of our men ran over to Daryl to take out the walker—if it was a walker—you didn’t have to get on your high horse and shoot the only other person in this goddamn group that understands”

“Understands fucking what?!”

“I don’t like you. You ain’t getting that out of me” Y/N knelt to her level on the ground. “But if he doesn’t pull through or you try that shit again. I’ll put you six feet under with my bare hands”

________

“She was scary” Rick laughs a bit. “Seriously. Why do yea think I don’t piss her off?”

“Besides, she was at your bedside when you slept in the farmhouse” Carol adds. “She really protective of you in some way”

“She was also the advocate to get yea out of the Sanctuary job sooner. So you didn’t have to relive any trauma left there”

The two stopped talking when they heard Y/N groan indicating she was waking up.

“We’re gonna take care of cleaning up for the night” Carol smiles giving Daryl a look as he glares back stating this isn’t the right time. But she didn’t care and insisted with her eyes.

Enid handed Daryl the painkillers for Y/N to take before giving them the room (or tent).

“Take it easy”

“I feel like shit” She crooked out with a sigh following, Daryl reached for the canteen opening it for her and taking out a few pills. “Mm. Nurse Daryl to my rescue?” She teases bringing herself to sit up which she regretted given the stitches in her side.

“Lay back down and let me actually nurse yea” Daryl got up to grab the pillow from the other cot to help her sit up a bit to take the pills with the water.

Y/N sighs once more handing the canteen back to Daryl and sinking into the cot. “Shit got out of hand”

“Yea don’t gotta talk about it right now. Just rest”

“Mm…Carol and Rick talk a lot” She randomly states receiving Daryl’s confused look as she brought her right arm under her head. “I wasn’t fully unconscious. Yeah lost some blood and fainted, but started coming too a bit ago”

Shit. “What’d yea hear?”

“Besides how you were barking at Enid for doing a simple repair because of how worried you were. The fucking farmhouse story. Guess we both have bullet scars”

“That…isn’t something to be happy about”

“Oh I’m not happy. That bitch reminded me of Andrea when she was trigger happy. Regardless…you’re missing my point here”

“I think I’m tryin’ to avoid it”

“Why?” Y/N gave him a small smile. “Because you wanna be the one to tell me you have feelings for me and not the other way around?” She continues to smile while the blush became more prominent on Daryl’s face.

“I thought…uh. I waited too long”

“We never had a quiet moment, D. Just think about it”

The outbreak in the quarry

Merle gone missing

The CDC exploding

The farm

The Governor Pt. 1

The prison illness

The Governor Pt. 2

Terminus

Grady Memorial Hospital

Old Alexandria

The massive herd

The wolves

The Saviors introduction

Daryl’s kidnapping

The Saviors demise

…Wow

“We really didn’t…” Daryl frowns watching Y/N bring her free hand to take one of his. “But I was still protective of yea”

“So was I”

“Is this finally that moment?”

“As fucked as it is” She laughs squeezing his hand a bit as Daryl leans into her pressing his lips firmly against hers. Feeling the hand behind her head move to run through his hair.

Once they parted…

“Took you two long enough” Carol chimes in with the biggest smile on her face. “Should’ve made a bet on it”

“Shut up”

[callsign-magnolia]

Undiagnosed // Ch. 17

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut.

Word Count: 6.1k

Chapter 16 | Masterlist

I shook the entire ride to the venue. Jake held my hand in the backseat of the Bronco, calming me with his words. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I won’t.” He whispered into my ear before kissing my hair. “You promise?” I joked. I knew he was serious but I needed to lighten the mood, to get this weight off me. “I swear, darlin’.” His arm rested across my shoulder and held me close until we arrived. “Stay here.” He told me before him and Bradley slipped out, walking around to mine and Natasha’s side. Jake opened my door and kindly helped me out. “Careful with her, man.” Bradley said as he tossed the valet his keys before wrapping Nat’s arm around his. The hotel was a gorgeous stone structure towering over everything around it. We walked inside and all I saw were dress whites and ball gowns. “There are a lot of people here.” I said, squeezing his arm a little tighter. He just rested his free hand over mine and nodded. “There are. But it’s okay, no one here will say anything to your parents, coop or anyone else that would tell them.” I furrowed my brows as we stepped into the elevator. “How do you know?” I asked, looking up at him. “We may or may not have gone around to everyone who's attending and asked them not to say anything.” Natasha answered. I just stared at them, mouth gaping in disbelief. “You did?” I asked quietly and they all nodded. 

They all went out of their way to make sure that no one would tell my parents where I was. This is what having real friends was like. I was broken out of my thoughts as Jake tugged me from the elevator and into a grand ballroom. It was extravagant to say the least. “So what exactly is this ball for?” I asked. “The fiftieth anniversary of Top Guns' founding.” My eyebrows shot up and I stopped walking. “He’s not here. He may be Fleet Commander, but Admiral Simpson is the air boss. He runs Top Gun. Plus your dad is in a meeting back on base with the rest of the brass.” I took a deep breath just as a familiar face stepped closer. “Hey Mav.” Bradley said, pulling Maverick into a hug. Once he let go he came over to Jake and I. “Hi, Katie.” He said before pulling me into a quick hug. “Hi, Mav.” I said. “I’m glad you decided to come. Hangman here has been talking about this non stop for weeks.” He said and I raised a brow at Jake. “Oh, really now?” He nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. 

“You should’ve seen him when he came in after you said yes.” Mav laughed. “Okay, why don’t we go sit down in our seats.” Jake said, gently pulling me away. He walked us over to a table where everyone else was. “Hi guys.” I greeted. Bob quickly stood, hugging me gently before kissing my cheek. “You look beautiful.” He said and I gave him a small smile. “Thank you.” As he stepped away Payback pulled me into a hug, then Fanboy, then Coyote. “It’s good to see you. Hangman’s been hiding away with you. We haven’t seen him much outside of work.” Coyote said as Jake pulled out my chair for me. I felt my face heat up at his words. “I’m sorry.” I muttered, my fingers playing with the skirt of my dress, rubbing it between my thumb and pointer finger. The feel of the soft material was almost calming. “Eh, don’t apologize. It’s been good for him.” Fanboy said and everyone laughed as Jake waved them off. “Alright now, I haven’t changed that much!” He said. “I wonder how Katie’s class is going?” Payback asked. “I should call Katie and check in with her.” Coyote said. “I can’t wait to get home and listen to Katie do her homework. She’s so smart.” Fanboy added and I turned to Jake. 

He had his head downcast, not looking at me or anyone else as a red color climbed his neck. I smiled, grabbing his hand from his lap, intertwining our fingers. He picked his head up and I met his eyes. “You’re so sweet.” I whispered before leaning over and kissing his cheek. Everyone oohed at us and it was my turn to blush. “How is school going, Katie?” Bob asked. “Good. Midterms are creeping up fast, but Jake has been a big help with studying.” I said, my hand resting on his arm. “What? Does he give you a kiss every time you get an answer right?” Payback teased. We haven’t done that, but I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Maybe now that the idea has been put in his head he’ll try it. “Actually he’ll quiz me while we make dinner, or while we’re cleaning.” They nodded and Jake, still holding my hand lifted it, resting our intertwined fingers on the table. 

We heard a noise behind us and turned to see Cyclone taking the stage. “Good evening.” He said, holding up what seemed to be a glass of scotch. “It’s wonderful to have you all here to celebrate the founding of the Navy Strike Fighter Tactics Instructor program, or as we all know it, Top Gun.” Everyone cheered, the noise startling me. I jumped slightly and Jake laid his hand on my back. Cyclone launched into a long speech and as soon as he was finished, food was brought out. Waiters set our food in front of us and I looked at Jake. “You didn’t tell me this was a dinner.” I said and he gave me a sheepish look. “You kind of gave me last minute notice. But I got you the chicken.” I looked down at the food in front of me, it looked good and that’s when I realized how hungry I really was. 

We ate and talked, it was just a nice evening. Not long after we finished eating, Jake got up to go speak to someone but I still kept looking over my shoulder, waiting to see my parents and Bob must have noticed. “Come on.” He said as he stood, holding out his hand. “What?” I asked and he smiled at me. “You need a distraction. So let’s dance.” I stared at his hand for a minute but slid my hand into his. He led me out onto the dance floor where the other couples were. He held my right hand in his, my left rested on his shoulder as his free hand rested on my waist. “You’re tense.” He said and I scoffed. “You would be too if you were in my position.” I said. He just chuckled and smiled at me. “I would be. But you have nothing to worry about.” I huffed. “I know you keep saying that but-” “Even if they did show up, we wouldn’t let anything happen.” I smiled at him. “That means a lot.” I said as we danced. 

Everytime the song changed I was dancing with someone new. I made it through almost the entire team when Bradley took the next dance. “I’m glad you came.” He said as he took my hand. “I’m actually glad I came too.” I told him. I was finally relaxing, not as tense as I was earlier. “Maybe soon we can take you to The Hard Deck.” I furrowed my brows. “Isn’t that the bar you guys like to go to?” I asked and he nodded. “Mav’s girlfriend Penny owns it. I actually think she’s here somewhere. I’ll have to introduce you when we see her.” I nodded in agreement. “I’d like that.” I told him. Halfway through our dance Jake came over. “Mind if I cut in?” He asked and Bradley stepped away, heading back to Natasha as Jake took my hand. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.” He said and I nodded. “I am. Thank you for the invite.” I said and he chuckled. “Thank you for saying yes.” I smiled up at him before laying my head on his shoulder. His hand rested on my back, his thumb rubbing up and down, calming me even more. We quietly danced and when the song was over he looped my arm through his. “Let’s go get a drink.” He said and I nodded, letting him lead me towards the table full of champagne. 

“Here darlin’.” Jake said, handing me a flute. “Thank you.” He grabbed his own glass, clinking it with mine before he kissed my cheek. “Well don’t you two make a cute pair?” I froze at the voice behind me. Jake’s hand tightened around my waist. “What are you doing here, Coop?” He asked. Jake set down his glass, turning us to face him. He kept a hold of me, tucking me into his side. “What? Am I not allowed to party too? Maverick gave Richardson and I quite a bit of work specifically to keep us from attending.” He swayed slightly and he had a glassy look in his eyes. “Are you drunk?” Jake asked and he scoffed. “It’s a party! I figured I’d indulge a little.” He said as he took a step closer and I immediately gripped Jake a little tighter. 

“Your daddies been looking for you.” He said tauntingly as he pointed at me. I swallowed the fear creeping up my throat “Well he can kiss my ass for all I care. I’m never going back.” I said as I glared at him. “Ooh! You grew some nerve since you left!” He swiped a glass of champagne from the table, taking another step closer. “It’s okay. It won’t be hard to beat it out of you.” Jake attempted to move me behind him but I stopped him. “I’m done being fucking scared of you and everyone else. I’m not gonna let you do shit to me and neither is Jake!” He just laughed in my face. “You think Hangman is gonna stop anyone?” He asked loudly, drawing attention. “Kate, baby. Do you remember your very first conversation with him?” He asked and I furrowed my brows. “After Iceman’s funeral?” It took me a minute but I remembered. “I paid him a hundred bucks to talk to you.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “He wouldn’t have talked to you if I hadn’t paid him. He even came back and told us all about how he thought you were weird and he would never speak to you again for even a million bucks.” A lump formed in my throat and tears threatened to gather in my eyes. 

“Go ahead, Hangman. Tell her about it.” I whipped around to face Jake and he flinched from the angry look on my face. “Darlin’-” “Is it true?” I seethed. His face fell and he sighed. “Is. It. True?” My hands were fisted at my sides, shaking slightly. “Yes. The first part is true-” I reared my hand back before flinging it across his face. The skin on skin contact echoed across the room and people stopped to look at us. Jake’s eyes were wide and his face was turned away from me. “How fucking dare you! I just- I can’t-” I just screamed at him, not able to form words. With that I turned and stormed away from him, gripping my skirt tightly in my hands. I shoulder checked Coop as I passed him, sending him into the table. Tears streaked my face as I walked through the doors, slamming them open and storming down the hall. Once I rounded the corner I took a deep breath, a sob taking up my exhale. I leaned against the wall, my head knocking into it but I didn’t care. It’s the same. It’s always the same. 

I gave myself a minute before I took a deep breath, halting my tears. No more crying, I’m done with the tears. I stood straight, wiping beneath my eyes. “Fuck.” I muttered, turning to walk down the hallway but screamed out as someone pulled my hair. “You think you can ruin my reputation and get away with it?” My blood ran cold as my fathers voice hissed in my ear. My hands were behind my head, gripping his hands but I brought my right one down, ramming my elbow back into my ribs. It was weak but enough for him to loosen his grip. I yanked my head away from him, surely losing some hair in the process. “I’m done pretending to be your perfect daughter! Fuck off!” I yelled. His hand flew out and he grabbed my neck. My hands flew up and gripped his wrist, hoping to pry his hands off of me but it was no use. He jerked me towards him, staring into my eyes. “You think you can run from me?” He asked. I glared at him before spitting in his face. He yelled before squeezing my neck. I thought he would choke me but he threw me to the ground instead. 

I managed to catch myself, keeping my head from bouncing off the floor. “YOU WILL RESPECT ME!!” “HEY!” I looked up, seeing Bradley and Bob rushing over. I managed to stand, stopping them from attacking him. “I have no respect for you. I don’t think I ever have. You’re weak! Tossing me around like I’m some kind of ragdoll because you can’t control your own rage! I’m not the one who’s going to ruin your image, you are!” He stepped forward, reaching out again but a voice stopped him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Natasha rounded the corner, holding up her phone. “You’d lose your position if this got out.” She said, coming to stand next to me. “And if you put another hand on Katie, it will get out.” She said, smirking. “Lieutenant Trace, you delete that right now or I will have you dishonorably discharged.” She just smirked at him. “I’ll release this and you’ll be court-martialed within twenty-four hours.” With all the evidence I have against him, it could cost him his entire career. 

“So why don’t we just all walk away from this?” She asked with a smirk. I nodded. “Good idea. I'm tired.” I said, turning on my heel and walking away from them. “This isn’t over!” My father yelled and I just gave him the finger. I walked back into the ballroom and Jake rushed over. “Katie, darlin’ please. What happened?” He asked when he noticed my hair. “Just a run in with my dad.” I said and he stopped me as he gently grabbed my biceps. “Where is he?” He asked, his green eyes darkening. “Don’t worry about it. Natasha took care of it. Besides, I’m weird aren’t I? You also haven’t been paid a million bucks so why are you talking to me?” I pushed past him and headed over to the table which had my small bag. “You okay?” Fanboy asked and I sighed. “No. I’m sure Jake will explain at work.” I said before turning and walking away. I felt bad for being rude to them but I couldn’t talk about it. “Let’s go.” I said to Jake as I walked past him. We squeezed into the elevator with Bradley and Natasha and I stood quietly not even looking at him. Once we stepped outside the cool air felt good but my rage was bubbling inside, threatening to explode out of me. 

Jake attempted to help me into the Bronco but I smacked his hand away. Opting to gather my skirt and hoist myself into the back seat. I slid clear across the seat putting space between Jake and I. "Darlin'?" I held up my hand. cutting him aff. "I'm not speaking to you until I know I won't knock your teeth in." I was so angry I probably could've broken his nose, but that wouldn't make me feel better. Or would it? I shook my head. No. It wouldn't. Bradley drove us home in a loud silence. Everyone wanted to say something, I knew it but I wasn’t up to talk to Jake or about my father. Once we arrived Bradley got out before I could and opened my door. I let him help me out and before I could walk away he pulled me into a hug. “You call me if you need anything. Okay?” Even though I was angry, his words brought tears to my eyes. “Okay.” He kissed my head before he let me go. I turned for the door which Jake had already unlocked. I stormed past him, into the house and headed for the stairs. 

“Darlin’-” “Just… Just stop.” I said, looking up at the ceiling to keep the tears at bay. “I just… I should’ve known better, you know?” I said as I took a deep breath. “It’s always the fucking same.” My head snapped to him and he looked so… sad. “Did you get off on it? Did it give you some kind of thrill to make the weird girl think you cared? Because that’s sick if that’s the case.” My voice became harsher and he physically flinched. “No! Darlin, I would never.” I glared at him. “Is that why you won’t have sex with me? You think I’m weird?” I snapped as I narrowed my eyes at him. “What? No!” He said with a confused look on his face. “Then why? I want fucking answers Jake!” I said as I slapped my hands together. “Why did you say all those things and why won’t you fuck me?! So help me god if I don’t get answers I’m packing my shit and I’m out!” “I never said those things! Coop lied! I actually enjoyed our conversation till your bitch of a mother interrupted us. You can ask Rooster, Phoenix, anyone and they’ll tell you that I came back and said how awful your mother was and that I felt bad for you. But then Coop got in my head and that’s why I was an ass!” 

“Fine. I’ll text Nat. She’ll tell me the truth.” I texted Natasha and asked her what exactly Jake said after our first conversation. “You think I’m lying?” He asked astounded. “I don’t know! I don’t know anymore, Jake! I thought I knew you but I guess not! You can’t even tell me why you won’t sleep with me! I have been trying for weeks and you just brush it off!” He groaned out, throwing his hat across the room before he rounded on me. “YOU WANNA KNOW WHY I WON’T HAVE SEX WITH YOU?!” “THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN ASKING ISN’T IT?!” I yelled. “I wanted your first time to be special! There! You happy? I didn’t want it to feel like a quick fuck! I’ve been trying to come up with some way that I could make your first experience special!” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “My first time?” I asked and then it clicked. “You think i’m a fucking virgin?!” I yelled and he seemed shocked. 

“You’re not?” It was a quiet question, his neck flushing pink with embarrassment. “No! It’s been over two years but I’ve had sex before! God Jake! I’m twenty-five!” He shrugged. “I didn’t know! You seemed so sheltered that I didn’t think you ever slept with anyone!” I scoffed. “Oh I did, and it was all to piss off my father!” I snapped back and it was like the tension in the room snapped. The air didn’t feel as heavy but I still felt so angry. My heart was racing and my adrenaline was pumping. I felt like the only way I was gonna calm down was to run or something. Jake’s face fell and I could tell he was sorry but I still wanted to knock him out. My phone buzzed and I looked at it seeing Nat’s response. It was my turn to feel bad. I huffed, rubbing my face with my hands, not caring if I ruined my makeup. “I’m sorry.” Jake said and it almost made me more angry. “I’m still mad at you.” I didn’t really have a reason to be now, but my anger didn’t just go away. I guess that’s where my father and I are alike. “You were right, Coop lied but I’m still angry.” I kicked off my heels and went upstairs. “Where are you going? Katie, I think we should still talk.” I scoffed. “I don’t think we should talk until I’ve calmed down because you have no idea how bad I want to fucking throttle you!” 

I stormed into my bedroom and attempted to slam the door but he stopped it. “Throttle me?” I whirled on him. “Yes! I want so badly to just hit you! I’m so damn angry I feel like I could kick holes in the walls!” I squeezed my hands, attempting to keep them by my side. “I feel like I could run a goddamn marathon!” I yelled. “Deep breath. How can I help?” “You can’t!” I yelled, jerking my harm from his grasp and turning away from him. “Just leave me alone!” It was quiet for a moment and I attempted to calm down when he suddenly turned me to face him and his lips crashed into mine. I squeaked and pushed on his chest until he released me and my hand came up, slapping him in the face for the second time tonight. “Do it again.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. “What?” “If you wanna hit me, hit me. If you want to knock my teeth out, do it. Anything that’s gonna make you feel better.” His hand came up, knuckles brushing against my cheek. “Fuck it out of me.” My chest was heaving and I was breathless. “What?” Now he was confused. “Fuck me, Jake.” He stared at me before he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a heated kiss. 

My hands came up gripping the front of his dress whites a moan escaping me as he bit down on my bottom lip. “Fuck.” He backed me up until my back was pressed against the wall. ”Jake.” I whined. My hands drifted lower until my fingers brushed the button on his pants. “Uh uh.” He said, grabbing my hands and pinning them by my head. He kissed just under my jaw and my back slightly arched off of the wall. “I’m gonna take my time with you, darlin’.” My breath caught in my throat at his words. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, his hand gently gripping my throat and I grinned at him. “Why don’t you find out?” He just grinned at me before he slammed his lips into mine again. He let my hands go and I tossed them around his neck. I squealed when he smacked my ass. "Jump." I didn't hesitate before jumping and wrapping my legs around his waist. He pressed me back into the wall, causing a moan to escape me. "The bed." I whined against his lips "You want the bed?" He knew that's what I wanted, he just wanted to tease me. I nodded, lips pressing against his cheek before moving to his jaw. "Alright darlin’." He pulled me away from the wall and walked over to the bed before carefully laying me down. Like magnets our lips found each others again. I arched my back, my chest pressing into his. "My dress." I moaned, the fabric of my dress rubbing against my nipples. "Oh no. The dress is staying on." He sat up on his knees and I could tell just how hard he was. “Oh it is?" I asked, looking up at him through my lashes. He ran his hands along the sides of my thighs before gripping them and lifting. 

I bit my lip and held his gaze as he leaned down between my legs. I watched in anticipation and gasped as his nose nudged me through my panties. "You're soaked." He said as he brought his hand up, a knuckle pressing into me before he tugged the fabric to the side. "This thin little thong did nothing to hide it from me." I moaned as he ran a finger through my wetness before slowly pushing into me. I whined, hand reaching behind my head and gripping the pillow. "C'mon darlin. Tell me how it feels." I moaned, hips rolling into his hand. "Good." I gasped as he added a second finger. “Jake. Stop teasing." I begged and he chuckled. "This isn't teasing. This is foreplay. I have to get you warmed up." He sat up, leaning over me. His free hand came to rest on the side of my neck, his other hand continuously pumping in and out of me.

"You're not leaving this bed until I've pulled every orgasm I possibly can from you." His words struck something deep in my belly and I moaned, arching up into him. “You're going to cum on my fingers, my tongue and my cock. By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember why you were mad in the first place." With that he lowered himself between my legs again, fingers still working inside me. But I cried out in shock as his tongue roughly licked my clit. His eyes met mine before he gripped my thighs, separating them until the sides of my knees pressed into the mattress. His tongue flicked my clit before he added a third finger and I whined. "Can't wait to bury my cock in you. You're so fuckin' tight darlin'.” He curled his fingers and after a few thrusts he brushed one spot inside me and everything went hazy. "Jake." I moaned out. "I know. You're so close, darlin’." He licked my clit again and my body jolted. "Cum for me, Katie." A fire started in my belly and it felt like flames erupted as Jake wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked harshly. I wanted to close my legs but he pulled his fingers from me and used both hands to pin my knees on the bed. 

“Jake!" I squealed, but he didn't stop. He continued to suck until my hands gripped his blonde locks and my legs shook. He stopped sucking and I took a deep breath. I thought he was done, but was startled when his tongue prodded my entrance.  He slipped his tongue in, licking me as he buried his face in my pussy. I was still gripping his hair as I rolled my hips against his face, riding his tongue. After a moment he pulled away and sat up. He smiled at me as my chest heaved. He leaned over me, hands resting next to my head. His left hand moved to rest on the side of my neck. "Good girl." Those two words had me preening for him. "So good for me." He kissed my neck and I dragged my heel along the back of his calf. "You gonna take my lock like a good girl too?" I nodded. "Yes." I moaned out. I reached between us, feeling how hard he was in his dress whites. He groaned before grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers and grinding his clothed length into my bare core. "Jake, please." He groaned and sat up. "I don't think I could ever tell you no." He went to take his jacket off but I sat up, stopping him. "If my dress stays on, so does the uniform." He stared at me for a minute before he grinned. He reached and unbuttoned his pants, I leaned back on the bed again and I couldn't help but spread my legs wider. He freed himself from the confines of his boxers and I stilled. I forgot how big he was and how heavy he felt on my tongue. He leaned in, kissing me again. I tasted myself on his tongue, a taste I never imagined I'd enjoy. My hands rested on his biceps as he lined himself up. "You sure?” I nodded, rolling my hips. "Please." I've been waiting so long, I am not above begging. He pressed his forehead to mine as he pushed in. I bit my lip, feeling the head of his cock slip past my entrance. He pushed farther in and I could feel my walls stretching to accommodate his size. "You okay?" He asked, thumb brushing my cheek. That's when I noticed the tears. 

He pushed in farther and I gasped. "Talk to me, darlin’." I struggled to find the words and when I finally did it was only two words. "So big." He chuckled before kissing his way across my jaw. "I know. I know, but you're doing so good for me." He slowly withdrew before pushing back into me. It wasn't long before he found a steady rhythm, hips rocking into mine. I gripped my thighs, pulling my legs back against. my chest. Jake leaned forward, broad shoulders keeping my legs back as he kissed me. "Gonna cum for me, darlin’? " My moans were growing louder as the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against my clit. "Jake." I was writhing beneath him, my second orgasm coming in quick. “Fuck!” I yelled out before clinging to him. He kissed me as my orgasm washed over me, his hips not stopping as I fluttered around him. “Squeezing me so tight, darlin’.” He said, moving to kiss my neck before slowing his thrusts, eventually stopping. “You okay?” He asked and I nodded, pulling him into another kiss. “Take it off.” I said, starting to unbutton his jacket. I needed him out of his uniform, totally naked. “Woah,” He gently grabbed my hands. “We got time, darlin’.” I just leaned up, kissing him. “Sooner we strip, the more time we have.” He immediately sat up, pulling out before he stripped. He had to unzip my dress for me and he carefully pulled it off of me, laying it across the chair in the corner. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing kisses to my shoulder. 

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you. Especially since you decided to lay out topless.” His hands came up, pawing at my breasts. He took one of my nipples between his fingers, rolling it harshly, making me hiss. “Mm, I did that for you.” I said breathily, pushing my ass back into him. He turned me around, picking me up again before gently laying me on the bed again. He lined himself up, slowly pushing in again. I know we just finished, but I felt the burn of the stretch all over again. “Jake.” I moaned as he bottomed out. “Look so pretty underneath me.” He muttered, lips dragging across my chest. “Jake.” He picked his head up, looking at me. I brought my hand up, cradling his face as he looked at me. “Don’t be gentle with me.” I said and he raised a brow. “You sure? Just a few minutes ago you had tears rolling down your cheeks.” He said and I nodded. “I like it. When you’re not gentle with me.” He searched my eyes for any kind of hesitation, but when he found none, he nodded. I pulled him into another kiss just as he started thrusting into me. I moaned into the kiss and was surprised when he pulled away, sitting up. His large hands held my hips, his thrusts becoming harsher. “Fuck! Jake, yes!” I moaned out, my hands reaching out, resting on his knees. “Look at you, my good girl taking my cock so well.” I never knew words could affect me this way, but all I wanted was praise from him. 

He grabbed my legs, moving them to one shoulder as he fucked me. “Ngh, Jake!” I whined. “So full.” He took up every free space inside me and I wanted him impossibly closer. I sat up, pulling him into another kiss. “Stop.” Immediately everything stopped and he looked at me with wide eyes. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” I pushed him to sit up by the head board and crawled into his lap. “Not in any way I didn’t like.” I reached behind me, lining him up before I sunk down around him. “Fuck, Katie darlin’. You’re so tight.” His head fell back against the headboard as I stilled. “I love the way you feel inside me, Jake.” I moaned in his ear, lips attaching to his neck. His hands held my waist before he gripped my ass attempting to move me. “Bounce on my cock, darlin’. Be a good girl for me.” I did as he said, slowly finding a rhythm that had us both moaning loudly. My hands rested on his shoulders, head falling back as I gasped and moaned. “I’m gonna cum.” With that he held me still, fucking up into me. “I’m not done with you yet.” He said before he lifted me off of him and laid me on my back again. 

He grabbed my ankles, pushing my knees by my head again. “You’re gonna take my cock like a good girl and you’ll cum when I tell you too.” I don’t know if I could do it. But I wanted to, I wanted to try. He entered me in one thrust and I moaned loudly, hands gripping his wrist as he held my legs back. He was brutal in his thrusts and I encouraged it. “Jake! Right there! Oh god!” I threw my head back, hardly able to form a coherent sentence. “You like that?” He leaned down closer, letting go of my legs, allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He gently cradled my neck, no pressure as he stared into my eyes. “You like taking my cock?” I moaned, tears flowing down my cheeks. “Yes! Fucking love it!” I yelled out and he smirked, leaning down and taking one of my nipples between his lips. I buried my fingers in his hair, keeping him there as he buried his cock in me. “Jake, I’m gonna cum!” I yelled out and he smirked. “Cum around my cock, darlin’. Make a mess for me.” Seconds later my back was arching off the bed, toes curling as he buried himself inside me. He pulled out and I sat up. “C’mere.” I reached for him, leaning down as I jerked him off. “Oh shit. YOu don’t have to darlin’.” I shook my head, tongue darting out to lick the tip of his cock and that’s all it took. 

Hot ropes of cum shot out of his cock and landed on my face. I closed my eyes, letting him coat my face as he threw his head back, throaty moans leaving him. Once he was done I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Our chests were heaving and I sat up. “Goddamn.” He muttered, sitting up on his knees and pulling me into a kiss, not caring that his own cum was covering my face. “Let’s get you cleaned up, darlin’.” He smiled at me, getting up and going to my bathroom and grabbing a warm wash rag before he came back, wiping my face clean before he cleaned between my legs as well. I laid back on top of the covers before Jake stood, grabbing his uniform. Panic settled in my chest as he headed for the door. “Jake?” I asked as he reached for the doorknob. He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “Will you… will you stay?” I fully expected him to say no, but relief settled in me as he smiled and walked over. “Of course. Let me put my uniform away.” I nodded and he walked out. I pulled the covers down and crawled under them, waiting. Five minutes went by before he came back, smiling at me as he crawled under the covers next to me. “How do you feel?” He asked, turning on his side and propping himself up on his elbow. “Better. A lot better. Thank you.” I said, looking at him. He leaned down, kissing me gently. “Do you regret it?” I asked and he quickly shook his head. “No. I never could.” His thumb brushed my cheek and my eyes fluttered closed. A yawn hit me and he chuckled. “Let’s get some sleep.” He said, sliding down in bed and pulling me into him. “Honestly, I could go again.” He just chuckled. “Not tonight.” He said as a yawn of his own hit him. “Trust me, this won’t be the last time.” I closed my eyes, pressing back into him. He placed a kiss on my shoulder before kissing the back of my head. “Goodnight, Jake.” I muttered. “Goodnight, darlin’.”

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♡ "My Angel.." ♡

♡ Buggy x Fem!Reader ♡

♡ ~10k words ♡

! Warning: Drunken arguing, yelling, overall angst !

Buggy sat at a table at the bar with his crew, eating lots of food and drinking alcohol by the mug. You, Buggy’s wife and the mime in his circus, sit at the table, as Buggy talks about his adventures with his crew. You watch and listen in as he drunkenly rambles to his crew, a drunken blush painting his cheeks.

He finished eating his food, letting out a big burp as he did so.

"Well, you see, lads, that's exactly what happened when we went and fought that evil warlord on the Grand Line! And, well-  we did it easily, too. We defeated his entire crew all by ourselves. And, well- I defeated him in a one-on-one duel with my bare hands and feet. Yeah! That's how it went down!" You giggle at his grossness and listen to his story that was clearly exaggerated for shock value. He smirked and burped again. "And then, after wiping the floor with that punk of a leader, I went on and defeated every single one of his followers all by myself. Just one-on-one combat against all of them. So it's true, lads. I am the fastest and strongest man the Grand Line has ever seen! Ha!” You stifle a laugh and roll your eyes at your husband's antics. He began laughing as well, drunkenly as he continued his story. "And then, I did what any self-respecting man like myself, would do after defeating all those tough opponents! I, uh... I took the beautiful, young lady they had as their captive, and we had a night we would both never forget” That comment caught your attention as you finally joined the conversation: “Good lord, for the last time I wasn't a captive!” You say laughing, rolling your eyes. He laughed. "Hehe, oh, that's right... that's right. But the part about how we had an amazing night after is true, right? Heh. Hehe...." You pause, thinking. “Yeah Yeah, sure we did.” "Heh, you know it, my little angel! What a night that was, right? Eh?" Buggy said drunkenly laughing again. “...” You remained silent, blushing a bit at his oversharing habits. "Oh come on now, honey! Don't you want people to know just how amazing we had it that night? Hehe..." “You're so gross…” you say, quietly laughing and looking away. "Hehehe - hic - I know I am, but I'm *your* gross husband, aren't I?"

“I guess you are..” You roll your eyes and laugh. "And I suppose you’re my gross, and rather annoying wife, eh?" He says teasingly as he laughs again. “Wooooow.. I see how it is Cap'. I guess you won't get any physicality from me tonight.” You say sarcastically teasing him.

Buggy laughed and pretended to pout. "Oh nooo.. What would I do without my little wife's cuddles on a night like this? Eh? What a tragedy....." You thought of another teasing comment, but you didn’t realize where it would take the night. “I mean I wouldn't be shocked if you didn't care. I've heard tales of you being a manwhore.”Buggy's drunken face instantly looked angry, and he narrowed his eyes and pointed at you as if he were looking for a fight.

"Hey, watch what you're saying, lady! That's just false rumors started by my enemies because I am such a great pirate. A manwhore?? Yeah right. I only have eyes for you, my little angel, haha... Heh...." You roll your eyes teasingly, letting out a sarcastic “Mhmmmm.” His face softened and he laughed. "Hehe, yeah... yeah, you're right, honey. I would never lay eyes on another woman other than you. Even if I was out and about searching for treasure and I came across a gorgeous, young woman who looked absolutely delicious...." Your eyes widen as you begin to overthink about his comment. Throughout the night, he continues to make “jokes” about finding another prettier woman on his voyages. Eventually, you sigh, getting up from the table begin to walk away looking slightly panicked and hurt. Buggy suddenly stood up from his seat and came up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and laughed as he spoke again. "Hehe, why you…! Are you jealous? Heh, why would you be jealous over my eyes for another woman, hmm? You know I would never have my eyes on anyone other than you, right? Heh..." You yank away and keep walking, ignoring him. He followed after you, holding your arm tightly as he began talking again and laughing in an annoying manner. "Oooo, oooo... you're so upset! That's hilarious! You're jealous, aren't you? Well, don't worry about it. I just want to tease you a little bit. But, rest assured. I could never love anyone as much as I love you, little angel...." The drunk clown didn’t realize that his comment earlier had heavily impacted you. You let out a quiet, “Don't touch me.” as you pause in your tracks, saying sternly. Buggy scoffs and laughs drunkenly as he pulls you into an embrace and holds you tightly against him. "Ooh, are you getting so angry at me that you don't want me to touch you? Hehe, but... why? I'm just trying to flirt with my wife. Is she getting jealous at the possibility of another woman stealing my eyes away from her?” You push him off, refusing to turn around to face him. “Don't. Touch me.” You said slightly louder as you began to briskly begin walking away. Buggy follows behind you.

"Hehe, why not? Are my husbandly gestures too much for you, little angel? Perhaps I am getting a little too affectionate, aren't I? Heh.... hmph.. I'll just go back to my buddies then. They'll appreciate me better than you do..." You sigh, losing your patience. “Cool. I really don't give a shit. I'm sleeping on the balcony tonight. Sleep by yourself, or the other women you claim to have.” Buggy scoffs, pretending to look hurt by your words as he sighs. "Oh... Oh, is this how it's gonna be? After all the lovely words I've said to you just now and you're gonna reject me like that? Heh, well fine. You can go sleep on the balcony. I don't care. I'll just find someone else that may appreciate me better..." You snap. “You know what” You grab your bag and look at him. “I'm going home.” Because the ship is stopped somewhere on land, you begin to walk towards the exit of the ship. Buggy's face turned red and he looked pissed. "What?! Do you think that bothers me or something?! Why would I care if you go home, huh? There are plenty of other girls that would love to see me and my amazing self! Yeah..." He took a step towards you and smirked. "But you wouldn't wanna be missing out on all the fun activities I have planned for the rest of the time on land.. Right?” You start to become blinded by your rage. “This! This is my fucking reason, Buggy! I can't do this shit with you anymore. You never fucking care cause you "never do any wrong". Go find another fucking woman 'cause I quit,” and you walk off the ship. As you walk away, tears form in your eyes from the pent-up emotion being held in. Buggy froze where he was standing. His breath hitched as he took a couple of deep breaths, and he stood there for a moment, processing what had just happened. Then, in a drunken and angry rage, he burst out laughing and followed behind you. "Haha... Haha - you don't really think you can leave me without me coming for you, right? My baby... my little angel... where are you going?"

“I'm not yours anymore.” You said stoicly. “‘There's plenty of other girls that would love to see me and my amazing self’ is what you said, right? ...Go fuck yourself, clown.” Buggy suddenly grew upset and enraged, and he rushed up to you to grab you as he began yelling at you. "You can't just leave me like this! You hear me!? I don't care what we've been through! I'm still your husband and you're still my wife! We're married and we're gonna make a family together! Remember..?" You ignore him, not moving from the spot you’re standing. His grip on your arm tightened as he spoke again, with more fury and anger in his voice. "So you're just going to abandon me like this!? After all we've been through together?! What about all the years we've been together and all the adventures we've shared?? I've given everything for this ship and for you and for our crew, and you just abandon me like this and you don't even care at all?!" “I DON'T FUCKING CARE? YOU TOLD ME YOU WOULD FIND ANOTHER GIRL ‘BETTER THAN ME’ AS SOON AS I STOOD UP FOR MYSELF.” you yelled back as the situation became more intense and heated. "WELL, THAT WAS JUST A BLUFF! I DIDN'T MEAN IT, OKAY?! I ONLY SAID THAT TO GET A RUSH OUT OF YOU! I WOULD NEVER REPLACE MY LITTLE ANGEL FOR ANYONE ELSE!" You finally turn around to meet eyes with him, your eyes full of tears and your face makeup running down your cheeks. “..Well, you still said it.” Buggy looked back and saw your beautiful, tear-streaked face, and he couldn't help but feel some empathy for you in this moment. His expression softened as he suddenly realized how much he hurt you. "I'm... I know you're right. I did say that... but, honey.. baby.. just know that I would never, ever, replace you for another woman. You will always be my beloved angel. You drop to your knees and start to sob. “I don't want to leave.” you sobbed out. The drunkenness and anger left him as he saw how much you were sobbing. Buggy immediately dropped to his knees next to you as he moved his arm around you, holding you tightly against him, and put his forehead against yours.. "Shhh... It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm here. I'm sorry for everything. I- ... I'm sorry for what I said.. I just spoke out of anger. Please, just shh... please, angel.." As you process his words, you mutter out “I want to forgive you.. but I shouldn't. I can't.” "But... I'm really sorry! I'll never say I don't love you again! I swear! I'll stop being such a drunk. I'll stop letting the alcohol control me like this! I promise! And- and I will change my flirtatious ways, too. Please, I'll change! I promise you! Just... Just don't leave me... I don't want to live without you... I can't stand this life without you... who'll brush my hair? Or.. Or make me brush my teeth? Or nag me to clean my cabin? Or.. love me?” You sigh. “Buggy..” He rubbed your back as he felt your heartbeat calm down, and he sighed warmly.

"Hmm... I don't know what I'd do without my little angel. Come on, let's go back to the cabin, and I'll give you a proper apology. Yeah? I'll be fully sober in the morning, I promise..." You decide that maybe.. He deserves one more chance. “..Alright.” You say, letting out a sigh, standing up and looking up to the taller man. Buggy also stood up and wrapped his arm around you as he began guiding you up the stairs and back inside the ship. "See? All better now. I'll never let anything happen to you. I won't let anything get between us ever again. I love you, my angel."

..”I love you too, Captain.”

[prettyyoungandbored]

Beautiful - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (goes by “Babydoll”)

Warnings: Pregnancy, body images issues, poor Y/N is going through it so be patient with her, Whitney’s lowkey a bitch but she means well

Author’s Note: This baby (no pun intended) has been in my drafts for MONTHS!

NOT MY GIF

“Hey Babydoll, you doing ok in here?”

Johnny sat on the wooden table of his trailer while Y/N was sprawled out on the couch.

Y/N glanced up from her book quickly. “Yup. Just hanging out.”

Four words is a new record, Johnny thought.

He hummed, scratching the back of his neck. The silence was between them was deafening and, honestly, making him sick to his stomach. Sure, they’d shared a comfortable silence before.

But things were different.

“What’re you reading?” he asked, despite being able to see the title.

Y/N shrugged. “Some baby book my cousin recommended to me.”

“Anything interesting?”

“Eh.”

He rubbed his hands on his denim pants. “I, uh, I read that one book your mom got you.”

Her face scrunched. “Which book?”

“I think it was the ‘What to Expect’ book.”

She nodded and returned back to her book. “PJ, don’t worry about the baby books, ok? Just, focus on filming.”

He wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Instead, he gave her a small smile, kissed the top of her head, and then walked to set.

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“Dude, you good?” Seann asked.

Johnny stopped pacing. “Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone.”

“Who?”

“PJ!”

Johnny turned to see Whitney walking toward him. Relief filled him immediately.

He turned to Seann, about to explain who she was, only to see the man staring at her with wonderment.

“Good to see you, dude!” Whitney beamed, giving Johnny a hug. “Sorry I’m a little late. The check in process at the hotel was surprisingly stressful.”

“Thank you so much for coming,” Johnny said. “It really means a lot to-“

“Hi, I’m Seann!”

Seann stuck out his hand, lovesick smile plastered on his face.

Whitney eyed him as she shook his hand. “Whitney.” She turned to Johnny. “Where is she?”

“What brings you here?” Seann cut in, once again.

“My best friend.”

“My wife’s best friend,” Johnny clarified. “She’s in the trailer.”

She nodded and turned to Seann. “Nice to meet you.”

Seann’s eyes stayed on her as she walked away. “She’s fucking gorgeous, man. Is she single?”

Johnny turned to him. “At least let her fix my marriage before you start something.”

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Y/N threw her head back on the pillow, rubbing her protruding belly when she heard the door open. She turned her head, expecting Johnny when instead-.

“Whitney!”

Whitney closed the door behind her. “Hello there, gorgeous!”

Y/N went to swing her legs to get up when Whitney gently placed her hands on her best friend’s legs. “Let me.”

Y/N watched as her best friend moved her legs so that her feet were on the floor. Whitney then plopped beside her.

“Ok, there we go,” she sighed. The auburn haired woman beamed once again, throwing an arm around Y/N.

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked.

“Oh you know, had some time off. Figured I’d see my bestie and my soon to be favorite kid in the whole wide world. Speaking of, how are they?”

Y/N sighed. “Oh, you know. Driving me crazy in there.”

Whitney put her hand on her best friend’s stomach. “They’re already stealing my job.”

“I don’t think they’ll compare to you,” Y/N joked. “How are you doing?”

Whitney waved her hand. “Nothing new to report. Same old stuff.” She motioned to the window. “Lot of excitement going on out there. You having any fun yourself?”

Y/N snorted. “Yeah, me and Willie are getting high, like, all the time.”

“I think it’s nice PJ brought you along,” Whitney remarked. “He’s the only guy I know who actually wants in on the whole pregnancy process.”

Y/N nodded, pulling back her lips and shutting her eyes.

“I’m the worst wife ever!” she wailed.

“No you’re not,” Whitney said.

“No. I am.” She wiped her nose with the palm of her hand. “I came out here…like…oh god I’m embarrassed to even…I can’t.”

Whitney moved in close. “What’s going on, Y/N?”

“I can’t-.”

“Y/N, it’s me. You know whatever you say is safe with me. It’s never stopped you before. Don’t let it stop you now.”

A weight fell off Y/N’s shoulders. “I feel embarrassed that he’s having all the scenes with these really hot women and he’s married to me.”

“What’re you talking about? Who are these hot women?”

“L-like Jessica Simpson,” Y/N said.

Whitney made a face. “You mean the woman who confused tuna with chicken? That Jessica Simpson.”

“Yes, and she plays his cousin in this movie, right? All the guys turn their head when she walks by. And whenever PJ films with her he looks like he’s having the time of his life.”

Y/N shook her head. “The worst part is she’s really nice. All the girls are. The actress he had to make out with in a scene with last week told me I had a really nice glow and I felt bad for being jealous.”

“Oh, honey,” Whitney chuckled.

“No I’m serious! I feel horrible for being upset at him working with hot women while I look like shit!” she sobbed. “I hate that I’m like this and that I feel like I can’t talk about it with him.”

Whitney rubbed her best friend’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re going through a lot, ok?” Whitney said. “You and your body are adjusting to the fact that right now, you are growing an actual human inside of you. It’s not an easy adjustment and it’s a lot. And you know what? I think pregnancy looks amazing on you. You are the cutest pregnant woman I’ve ever seen and I would think that even if I didn’t know you.” Also, I know it looks like PJ’s having the time of his life, but Y/N, he’s miserable.”

She placed her hands on her jeans. “This was told to me in confidence, but I am telling you because you need to know. Y/N, he’s freaking out because you keep pushing him away. He keeps feeling like he’s failing you and it kills him. I know when you go through shit you don’t want to bother anyone about it. But I also know that PJ worships the ground you walk on. So talk to him.”

Y/N nodded as Whitney tucked her best friend’s hair behind her ear. “What if he gets mad at me?”

“I doubt that, but if it makes you feel better, I will cut off his dick and balls, ok?”

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Johnny walked into the trailer to find Y/N and Whitney on the couch. Whitney pat her best friend’s leg.

“I’ll be outside,” she said.

She gave Johnny a warm smile before making her way out.

Y/N exhaled, her breath shaking. Johnny waited on bated breath, terrified at what she was going to say.

“PJ, I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice soft. “I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away.” She paused, tears pooling in her eyes. “I didn’t want to bother you because I wanted you to have the best time here. I really, truly wanted you to enjoy every moment and not worry about me. But it’s also not fair of me to hide from you when you’ve done nothing wrong. So, here it goes.”

She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I don’t feel like myself anymore.I feel so aware of everything that’s going on in my body and it’s a lot for me to handle. And then I look at myself in the mirror and I feel worse. You get to spend all your time with these beautiful women on set only to come home to your wife who looks like a beached whale at the moment and doesn’t even have the energy to give you a half-assed blow job.”

She wiped her eyes with her fingers. “Anyway, that’s everything that’s going on with me. I didn’t-.”

She was cut off Johnny grabbing her face and kissing her.

“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” he began, “You’re not just my wife. You’re my everything.” He caressed her protruding belly. “This right here is more important than the movie. I’m not missing out on you carrying our kid. I want in on the whole experience, the good and the bad. That’s why you’re out here with me. I want you here. Without you here, I’d lose my goddamn mind and worry myself sick about you and the baby.”

She sniffled, nodding her head.

“And the women in this thing? They don’t matter. I don’t give ‘em a second thought because they’re not you. They’ll never be you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I count down the hours til’ I get to come home to you and that smile that makes me weak in my fucking knees.”

She chuckled as he wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I will always tell you how beautiful you are and how important you are to me, but I just need you to talk to me, ok?” he pleaded. “Even if all you want to do is yell, scream, cry - whatever. Just please talk to me.”

“I promise,” she replied. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Babydoll. So, so much.” He held her face in his hands. “I’m off for the rest of the day so why don’t we go back to the hotel and you let me love on you? Show you how much I missed you?”

She chuckled, despite the fact she wanted nothing more than for him to take her right then and there. “I can’t wait.”

“Good. I’m gonna get dressed and then we’ll head out.”

“Ok. I’ll meet you outside.”

She grabbed her purse from the coat rack when she heard, “Wait.”

He grabbed her face and pressed his lips against hers, lingering for a few more seconds.

When he pulled back, he smiled. Y/N shook her head.

“You’re insatiable,” she said.

When she stepped out, she saw Whitney and Seann engaged in a conversation. She put her hands on her hips.

“Seriously, Whit? You just got here!” she called out.

Whitney flashed her the middle finger before returning to her conversation with Seann.

[dutifullyscreechingdragon]

Tim Stoker X Archival Assistant!reader

Summary: here you go, some headcanons for our Tim and how your relationship would start, enjoy:)

You first met Tim as an archival Assistant. Your first day on the job.

You were joining a bit later than all the others. You still had some things left to finish at your previous position at the Institute and you do not leave things half done.

Tim's first reaction to you was to flirt. To flirt shamelessly:

"Hey gorgeous, what brings you down to our dark, creepy archives?"

It only escalated from here

You were positively flustered (Tim can have that effect even on the most confident of people. No one stands a chance if Tim uses 100% of his charms)

And eventually, you were rescued by a laughing Sasha:

"Come on, Tim! Leave the girl alone! You don't want to scare away a new Archival Assistant"

"Me? I am positively delightful!" Tim put his had on the heart, pretending to be mortaly wounded by Sasha's statement.

"I can't imagine a universe where I'd be scaring away a girl... Especially this charming" he'd finish winking at you, prompting you to laugh lightly.

"So, an Archival Assistant, eh?" Tim continued in a suave tone

"Starting today, yeah" you replied.

"Alas, my prayers have been answered" Tim raised his arms toward the ceiling "I have been graced with seeing your pretty face each morning!"

His flirting didn't stop. In fact, it escalated exponentially over time

The next morning he would greet you with a pick up line. And then the next morning and the next...

He seemed to have an endless supply of them.

Somehow he managed to not repeat a single one.

Definitely uses cute nicknames on you: sweetheart, darling, babe.

Will sometimes try cringy ones just to get a rise out of you.

You knew Tim's reputation, so took all his flirting attempts with a grain of salt.

"You can't have me seriously believing that Tim, 'I can charm a copier if I put my mind to it' Stoker, actually has feelings for me" you laughed.

Sasha sighed. She has just finished listening to Tim's 'Why cant she believe I have feelings for her? I have been so open and genuine about them' rant.

Tim definitely tries distracting you from your work, preventing you from doing anything productive. Any chance he gets:

You were currently sitting at your desk, trying to find any trace online regarding the statement of the week. You were pulled out of your thoughts by wheels skidding on the floor. Looking up you saw Tim on a wheely chair, sliding up next to you.

"Did you know that..."

or another time:

Your peaceful work was interrupted by a paper airplane hitting the side of you head. You looked up and saw a grinning Tim Stoker. He waved at you and motioned for you to unfold the paper. Once you did, you saw a cutesy doodle of you and him holding hands and a bunch of hearts around. You simply raised an eyebrow and put the drawing aside.

Tim was, however, pleasantly surprised, seeing it taped to the side of you computer screen the next day.

Did I mention flirting? I feel like I should mention it again, for good measure. Flirting Lot's of flirting. Lot's of shameless flirting

Sasha definitely notices Tim's feelings for you. Almost instantly.

And she would tease him. Mercilessly. Relentlessly.

She would also take on the role of your biggest shipper. Whenever you and Tim talk, you better believe she is making heart shapes at both of you from a safe distance.

She also uses her amazing computer skills to make cute and embarrassing edits of you two.

Sasha is also, coincidentally, the most amazing wing-woman ever (probably because she had to take action after seeing you and Tim pine for each other relentlessly).

You would be sorting through the statements when she would approach you and ask sneakily:

"So, Tim took you out on a date, yet?"

"No" you'd say and add quietly "Unfortunately"

This wouldn't slip past Sasha's keen ears:

"Unfortunately? So you do want to go on a date with him!"

You'd splutter to deny it, only prompting her to laugh more.

"Maybe if you sent him some more... Positive feedback to his flirting attempts and maybe told him a simple 'yes' to his countless attempts to invite you out... Maybe then, you'd already be smooching and planning your wedding..." Sasha said pointedly and the added more wistfully "and maybe then I wouldn't have to listen to his rants about you"

After quite a restless night you decided to give it a shot. "Why not?" You reasoned. What's the worst thing that can happen? An awkward break up when he realises he doesn't like you that much and having to work with him for at least another year? You decided not to dwell on that much.

Obviously Tim was low-key surprised when instead of shutting down his flirting attempts you flirted back. He was even more surprised when you agreed to go on a date with him.

He nearly lost his composure, but once he finally processed what happened, he beamed at you and tripled his flirting.

Throughout the day he was very hyper and becoming a bit too much to his colleagues and you

But can you blame him? He finally got the green light form you. Of course he's going to rant about it to Sasha. Of course he is going to make small doodles on the margins of his paperwork that he is later to hand in to Jon.

Tim DEFINITELY took you kayaking on you first date:)

It's a great opportunity to flex his muscles and have great fun at the lake.

Chances are you ended up falling into the water:

You were rowing in perfect harmony while exchanging some quips back and forth. It was great. Until Tim said something along the lines of:

"Sure, you're right. Can't argue with that cuteness. You could probably say that the Earth is flat and I'd believe you" he briefly took his hand off the oar to ruffle your hair.

"Hey! If I ever tell you nonsense like that, I expect you to correct me" you turn to smack him with your oar. Tim ducks out of the way, making your kayak rock from side to side.

"Don't do that! We're gonna flip the boat" You say gripping the side of the kayak for balance.

Tim grins wickedly before shifting to the other side, making the kayak careen dangerously "Don't do what? This?" he suddenly goes to the other side.

"Yes! Don't-" you're cut off as the kayak predictably flipped over and you both ended up in the slightly chilly water.

Tim laughed. You prepared to give him an angry tirade, but couldn't help laughing with him.

You got out of the water at some point... Completely soaked through.

You pulled off your shirt and put it to dry, huddling in a blanket, which, by some miracle, wasn't completely wet.

"You sh-should take off your shirt to dry" you told Tim, chattering your teeth.

"Woah! If you wanted to see me shirtless, you didn't have to flip the kayak" Tim said, taking his shirt off "You could've just asked" he smirked at you. Prompting an eye roll.

"You do remember that you were the one who flipped it, right?" You deadpanned raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm...." He pretends to think "Maybe I wanted you to see me shirtless" Tim shrugged and said "Details"

You could only shake your head and laugh.

And of course the only logical solution was to cuddle. For warmth. And because it felt nice

Tim wrapped his arms around your torso and snuggled into your neck, while you fried some marshmallows for s'mores on a campfire.

When you came the next day holding hands, Sasha was extatic.

She might or might not have started planning your wedding.

A/n: anyway, that concludes the headcanons, I hope you like it:) I'm definitely writing headcanons for Dating!! Tim

[nightghoul381]

No Room to Breathe~ Harrison Gray

Chapter 1

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No Warnings for this part

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Kate: “Okay. This mission was completed successfully.”

Kate: “…So, why were you laughing earlier?”

Harrison: “Remember when you tied up the criminal with a rope?”

Kate: “I wanted to be useful to you, Harry.”

(…Now that I think about it, I might have been a little too brave.)

In addition to being a fairy tale master, I am also Harry’s lover.

No matter what I do, I’m always worried about whether my lover sees me as a lover.

Kate: “Um, Harry.”

Harrison: “Hmm?”

Kate: “Would you like for me to be a little more ladylike?”

Harrison: “…”

Harrison: “Well, what do you think?”

Kate: “You’re so quick to dodge—”

Kate: “oof…”

After a sudden thud, I turned around and saw a child with a red waistcoat and a red nose looking up at me.

Child: “I-I’m sorry! I wasn’t looking ahead.”

Kate: “No, I’m sorry.”

Kate: “Did you get hurt? Are you okay?”

Child: “…N-no.”

Harrison: “Hey, are you handing out flyers? Is it for a travelling circus?”

Ferris Circus Child: “I’m a member of the Ferris Circus. We’re in this area now.”

Ferris Circus Child: “I’ll give this flyer to you. If you like, the two of you can come and play with me. Bye!”

The child disappeared like the wind, leaving only a flyer with a gorgeous picture on it.

(…A travelling circus?)

(Does that mean we can only see it now? That’s great, it looks like fun…)

Harrison: “Do you want to go see it now? Are you interested?”

Kate: “Eh? I didn’t say anything just now, right?”

Harrison: “I know you and I know your heart. Come on, let’s go.”

Kate: “Huh…”

I looked at Harry’s profile as he walked away, holding my hand, and I smiled involuntarily.

(I’m really looking forward to the circus and the unscheduled date with Harry.)

(Wow…!)

As we step into the tent where colorful flags are hoisted high,

It feels as if we had wandered into another world.

Harrison: “Wow, the interior of a touring circus is so neat.”

Victor: “It’s true! The Ferris Circus is indeed very popular.”

Kate: “Victor!” – Harrsion: “…Victor.”

Harrison: “Why are you here?”

Victor: “I’m in a fun place, come on!”

Victor: “How lucky I am to be able to meet you cute people in a place like this.”

Victor: “Harrison, don’t you think we’re connected by fate?”

Harrison: “I don’t want to be doomed with you. Shit, don’t hug me…”

Victor: “I love you, even if you’re a bit of a bore. Ah, Kate. Here’s some popcorn. And a drink!”

Kate: “Fufu, thank you. As expected of you Victor, you are fully prepared.”

Harrison: “Don’t take advantage of him like that. That’s why he’s such a nutter.”

Victor: “I’m famous for my modesty. I like to be taken advantage of.”

A fanfare rang out as Harry and Victor had their customary argument.

Leader of Ferris Circus: “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls!”

Leader of Ferris Circus: “Prepare to be amazed! Tonight, we bring you a spectacular show.”

Leader of Ferris Circus: “We are ready to show off our captivating acts. Bringing you the ultimate excitement and surprise. Showtime!”

Kate/ Victor: “Wow…!”

Starting with that signal, performers demonstrated acrobatics and juggling tricks,

Soaring through the air.

Harrison: “Pfft, haha. Your eyes are twinkling, you look like a child.”

Kate: “Uh, because it’s amazing! Oh, look there’s a lion over there too.”

Leader of the Ferris Circus: “Now, next up is the appearance of the very popular Oliver!”

A boy with braided red hair called Oliver appears with his arms outstretched.

Oliver: “My special skill is that I can easily undo any kind of handcuffs or ropes.”

Oliver: “I’m going to put these handcuffs on someone here now.”

Oliver: “And I’ll remove them in an instant. Now, who would like to help me!”

Victor: “Yes, yes, yes, these cute lovers would like to participate.”

Kate/ Harrison: “What!?”

Harrison: “Hey, you can’t just—”

Victor: “You have to get up on stage as soon as possible. Have a good time!”

Oliver: “Hello! My greatest thanks to these devoted lovers. Now, here we go…”

There was a clicking sound, and my right hand and Harrison’s left hand were handcuffed together.

Then a brightly colored cloth was draped over the handcuffs—

Oliver: “Now to remove it, abra cadabra alakazam, and that’s it!”

(Th-that…?)

(…isn’t it coming off?)

Instantly, a storm of boos broke out in the venue.

Oliver: “W-What? I’m sorry, I’ll take it off now. Oh, the key… I don’t have it? Huh”

Harrison: “…Give me a break.”

--Crown Common Room

William: “—So, you return still tethered. That was a disaster.”

Liam: “Really. So, you couldn’t find the key after all?”

Kate: “Yes, that’s right. Moreover, the Ferris Circus is leaving here tomorrow…”

Harrison: “So, tomorrow we’re going to go look for the key. For now, we’ll just stay like this.”

Liam: “Al is an expert at picking locks, but it looks like he’s gone somewhere.”

Harrison: “…That guy, gets involved when he’s not wanted, but he’s not here when he’s needed.”

 Liam: “But, it’s not all bad. If you’re connected, you’ll always be together, right?”

Liam: “It’s true whether you’re awake or asleep.”

Liam’s meaningful smile made my heart skip a beat.

(…I see, it might be fun to be together 24/7)

Harrison: “Are you thinking of something naughty?”

Kate: “I-I’m not thinking anything naughty! Please don’t make such strange comments.”

Harrison: “Hmmm, am I thinking about it though?”

Victor: “I would appreciate it if you would think about me at least a little bit, Harrison.”

Kate: “Wah…!”

Harrison: “So many times today… is today a bad day or something?”

Victor: “On such a bad day, the Grim Reaper, or rather, Her Majesty, has a mission for Harrison and Kate.”

Victor: “The stage for this mission is the Ferris Circus.”

Liam: “Eh, that’s the circus Harry and his friends went to earlier, right?”

Victor: “Ah, apparently the leader fosters and protects children who have no relatives as performers.”

Victor: “—But that’s just the surface.”

Harrison: “…”

Victor: “There are rumors behind the scenes, they are using these children for his own gain and making them do bad things.”

William: “They help children who have no relatives and train them to obey. So much so that they can’t even refuse to commit sins.”

William: “The leader is not only a trainer for the animals, but also for the children.”

(Train the children…ah)

Kate: “When the boy named Oliver made a mistake, his hands were shaking really bad.”

Victor: “I also thought there was ‘something’. They had eyes that were far from freedom.”

The air surrounding Victor felt frozen, like a dark blue night.

Harrison: “The mission is to see it with my own eyes and find out what’s wrong with it. And if I find it to be evil, I’ll condemn the leader, right?”

Victor: “Ah, that’s right. You can find the keys and complete the mission. You can kill two birds with one stone!”

(There were a lot of small children in that circus group. I can’t overlook it.)

Liam: “But is it okay if it’s just the two of them? They are handcuffed together right now.”

Liam: “Can I disappear and stay with Harry and Kate?”

Harrison: “You were so excited about an important practice you have tomorrow.”

Liam: “That’s true…”

Kate: “We’ll just accept your sentiments. Thank you, Liam.”

Harrison: “The key is bound to be somewhere. Don’t worry, I’ll remove it as soon as I find it.”

Liam: “Okay, I understand. B-but if something happens, I’ll come running right away.”

Harrison: “Damn, you’re being overprotective, Yeah, yeah, I understand.”

Victor: “As I asked. Harrison, Kate.”

Kate: “Yes, then—”

Harrison: “Ah, then—”

At the same time, we stand up and start walking in the opposite directions.

Naturally, we were restrained by the handcuffs and we fell down on the spot.

Liam: “Wow, are you two alright? It won’t work if you walk in opposite directions.”

Kate: “…I was trying to go to the bathroom.”

Harrison: “I was trying to get a drink.

We stood up again, and again—we both fell.

Kate: “You’re going to get a drink, aren’t you?”

Harrison: “I tried to follow you to the bathroom.”

Kate: “For now, let’s catch our breath.”

Liam: “…is it really alright?”

Victor: “Kate is dynamic, and Harrison is static. Kate is the sun, and Harrison is night. They are actually opposites.”

--Kate’s room

After a night of being handcuffed, we awoke to the sound of birds chirping.

(…last night was really tough after that.)

I want to go out for an evening walk, and Harry wants to read a book in his room.

I want to have fun with everyone, and Harry wants to be alone and quiet.

At every turn, our behavior was the exact opposite, which as a result, meant we slept peacefully.

(Hm, Maybe, no, even if he is...)

(--Are we the exact opposite?)

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 377. brb x oc

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT! IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ!!!

a/n: EHE well(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: god so many. Rooster, office sex, Rooster is a kinky man and we are all here for it, Bea is also kinky for her husband. Both of them are just horny.

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“Roos!” she whispers harshly, looking around the cold, quiet base as he opens the back gate - the same one they entered through back when they dated. “Baby, is this a good idea?” he just smirks at her as the gate whirrs open weirdly quietly, considering it’s the middle of the night.

He is giddy, like a teenager, and he holds out his hand, “Come on.”

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as she glanced around the deserted base."Roos," she whispered again, her voice tinged with apprehension. "Are you sure about this? What if we get caught?"

Rooster's grin widened at Beatrice's concern, his eyes shining with excitement. "Don't worry, gorgeous," he reassured her, his voice low and teasing. "We'll be fine. Besides, it'll be just like old times."

“I was nervous back then too!” she says, then sighs, taking his outstretched hand, her fingers intertwining with his as he led her through the open gate and into the darkness beyond.

As they walked through the base, memories flooded back to Beatrice in a rush of emotions. She remembered the only time they did this, how important it was for him…and her obviously. She had no idea what he was planning. "Roos," Beatrice whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty. "I'm not sure about this. Maybe we should turn back."

Rooster stopped in his tracks, turning to face Beatrice with a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's okay," he murmured, his voice gentle. "We’ll be in my office.”

“...your…office?” she echoed, her voice filled with confusion. "What are we doing there?"

Rooster grinned mischievously, his eyes twinkling with something. "You'll see," he replied cryptically, taking Beatrice's hand once again and leading her towards the building where his office was located.

Rooster stopped in front of the door to his office, his hand hovering over the doorknob. He turned to face Beatrice, his eyes soft with affection. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

Beatrice nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She had no idea what Rooster had planned, but she trusted him completely. "I'm ready," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a grin, Rooster pushed open the door to his office and gestured for Beatrice to enter. She stepped inside, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her.

It was just his office. Plain and simple.

“Oh.” she hears him locking the door, “Oh, I mean, it’s very nice.”

Rooster stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder. "It is," he murmured, his voice filled with love as he kisses the side of her neck. "And we’re alone in it."

Beatrice couldn't help but blush at Rooster's closeness, her heart fluttering in her chest as she leaned back into his embrace. "Yes, we are," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rooster's hands trailed slowly down her arms, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her neck. "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time," he admitted, his voice husky with desire. "Being alone with you, just like this"

Beatrice turned in Rooster's arms, her eyes meeting his "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Rooster smiled at Beatrice's question, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I thought we could …work on some fantasies…" he replied, his voice low and teasing. "If you want.”

“Oh?” Beatrice's heart skipped a beat at Rooster's suggestion, her cheeks flushing pink at the memory. "What sort of fantasies,LC?," she whispered

Rooster's smile softened as he looked into Beatrice's eyes. "You know…fantasies.”Rooster leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from Beatrice's. "Stuff I know you’ll like too," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. "Because every moment with you is a gift."

Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, igniting a fire that had been smoldering between them for years and never once stopped glowing. It was a kiss filled with love and passion, a promise of things to come. She moans in his mouth, hands cupping his jawline as he picks her up by the back of the legs.

She squeaks - no matter how often he did this, it’s still surprising nonetheless - and laughs in his mouth as he places her on his desk, pressing a trail of hot,open mouthed kisses from her lips to the curve of her jaw, his mustache tickling her skin, “Roos…” she gasps, feeling one of his large hands cupping up the softer part of her waist, then climbing up until he reaches her left breasts, brushing his thumb over the sensitive flesh.

Beatrice loved her husband, she loved Bradley so much..but sometimes his ideas neared crazy, “Roos,” his lips drag down the column of her throat and she gasps, “A-Ah, wait–” he stops, mouth on the hollow that connected to her collarbones, eyes flicking upwards, unmoving, “I…” she gasps, slowly tilting her head towards him ,”Is this…is this the idea…you had for a while?”

His lips smack on her skin as he pulls back, “Yes.”

“For how long.”

He purses his lips ‘...a while.”

“How long is a while?”

“How long have we been dating?”

Her lips part in surprise because,well, that makes some sense. Her response however is swallowed up and turned into a quiet moan when his lips drag down to her cleavage. She has to fight back from being vocal because - what if someone is around or close by? Not that he’s going to complain, he does love when she’s vocal but if she’s not, he’s okay too.

He’s just that great.

“You know,” he sighs as he stands up, shrugging off his jacket and that crisp white shirt just clings to his arms, “I kept thinking of ways I could bring you in here, the first time you came here and brought everyone snacks? Fuck babe, took everything in me to not lock you inside.” he hums appreciatively as he runs his hands up and down her thick thighs, the movement lifting the dark fabric of her dress up to the crease of her thighs.

“It’d be strange to tell Mav about it.” she whispers.

Her husband just offers her a look, “Let’s not talk about Mav when I’m about to eat you out.” he says and she bites her lower lip in hopes to hold back a smile. She feels something poking her back and turns around enough to see a few pencils and pens right by her middle, benign careful to push it aside and not make it messy.

Rooster pushes her a bit further and she widens her eyes when she drops something, unsure what it was, “Relax,” he whispers, “It’s okay,we’re locked in here.”

“...wait so…there are people–Rooster!”

“Sssshhh…” he coos,kissing her lips and lying her down on the desk, his hand sliding down to her panties, feeling the lilac colored lace touch his fingertips as he brushed over her mound. She whimpered, canting her hips upwards for his touch, “This is going to be fun.”

“I-I don’t want you to g-get in trouble.”

“Hmmm,I won’t.” he says again, voice so deep it made her whole body vibrate. He nuzzles her chin with his nose, then pushes her panties’ crotch to the side to rub his middle and ring finger against her lower lips, not fully entering yet.

Beatrice moans, slapping a hand over her mouth as she watches him. He stops for a second, “Hold on.’ and he rolls his sleeve up to his elbow, “Better,we both know how messy this can get.” she can see the lines of muscle on his forearms, the dark blonde hair adorning his skin almost shining golden because of the faint moonlight.

He supports himself on the desk, dark eyes watching her expressions as his lower lip slides into his mouth. “You look so fucking good.” they dart all over her body, all over the flushed goodness that was her curves, “And you are still clothed.”

Not for long.

He slides his fingers inside her, eyebrows raising in amusement, “Oh,what is this?” he pushes his digits upwards as she gasps, “Already so,so wet for me. Always,right gorgeous?” she whimpers his name and nods,clenching the hand closest to her face while her eyes close. And truly, to say she was dripping it’d be an understatement. 

Thank god he didn’t have carpeted floors. 

But then again, he didn’t care about that right now.

He lets his gaze linger down her chest, seeing the dress still clinging to her skin in hopes to keep some of her body hidden…he didn’t want to rip it, but he also didn’t want to have her body away from his gaze. So, with his hand still between her legs, fingers moving in a slow,wave like motion, he whispered “Lift up your hips.” and she does, immediately, because not only that added extra pressure inside of her, but also helped her in removing her dress.

He smiles once she’s bare,well,partially, she still had her panties on, but the dress didn’t need a bra. And her breasts just moved as she breathed heavily, eyelids low and mouth flushed from biting so much ,”Perfect.” he pulls his fingers out just in time for Bea to whine loudly in complaint, but her whining was cut short when her legs were lifted.

Soon enough her crossed feet were touching his back and she lifted herself just enough to see him between her legs. Honestly if there was a better vision she didn’t know. 

God he was attractive.

He smirks, wasting no time in burying his tongue deep inside of her. Beatrice’s eyes rolled back, fingers twitched as she held onto the desk’s edge, white knuckled and all. Rooster’s deep,pleased groans when he began just made her whole body shudder. His tongue moved inside of her, then outside, then around her clit only to repeat it several times.

Rooster’s hair was so beautifully combed she almost felt bad for digging her fingers between the strands, but she knew he’d love it too.

Just a tug to his scalp and her husband was mush.

He groaned, openly and loudly, into her, making sure she could feel the way his voice shook her whole body and added to the pleasure of his tongue on her. Beatrice cries out in return, only to slap her hand over her mouth again “R-Rooster.” she bites her hand in hopes to control herself.

Her eyes widened as his hands cupped the underside of her thighs, pushing her forward, folding her over like a pretzel so her knees were touching the desk, right besides her ears. Beatrice’s breathing quickened because she could see so much of what was happening. She moans again,this time holding the opposite edge, trying so hard to keep her eyes open only for them to flutter shut at a languid lick from bottom to top.

He chuckles, pulling back with a wet smack, “Good?” she nods, “Come on, gorgeous, you gotta use your words.”

She furrows her brows, gasping out a ‘yes.’ as he kisses the crease of where her underwear and her actually sex meet, biting the elastic and letting it go accidentally, “Sorry,” he whispers when she lets out a quiet ‘ow’ “Maybe we should take this off,baby.”

“I-I’m okay with that.”

“Hmm,I’m sure you are, turn around for me?” He drops her legs so she can stand up - and Jesus he has to give a few steps back because seeing her, partially naked in his office, was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. She flips her hair to the side before thumbing the edges of her underwear and he watches as it rolls down, then snags between her thick thighs, only for it to fall at her feet again.

She kicks it aside, “Better?’

“Almost.” and his hand swoops down to her ass. The slap echoes around the room so hard she was sure someone else heard it. She cups her mouth to hold back the startled yelp and look back at Rooster with wide eyes, only for him to cup her jaw and smack a kiss to her lips – one that tasted just like her, “Now.” he smirks, tapping the area he just hit gently, “I got an idea.”

“A-Another one?”

“I’m full of ideas and if it was up to me we’d spend the whole night here, but,alas,” and he steps away and around the desk, settling on his chair. He leans back, spreading his legs just enough and she blinks at him, “...is this okay for you or–?”

“You want me to suck you under the desk,don’t you?”

His dick twitches, “Yeah.”

“I mean,” she tosses her hair to the side again, “I’m okay with it, I just wonder if you’ll be able to get any work done remembering I was under your desk.” she giggles when he groans, he hadn’t thought about that, “...Roos, is this really okay? I mean…I..I am happy with it,I just worry about you.”

And his horny gaze softened as he tilted his head, “...baby,c’mere.” he coos, tapping his lap, “C’mere, sit down.” she does and the contact of her naked flushed skin to his slacks was really good. He kisses her cheek, then her temple, before nuzzling her cheek, “I love that you worry so much about me.”

“Course I do.”

“But believe me, this is tame compared to some shit.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to go into detail.” she says, quickly sliding off his lap to kneel in front of his open legs. He stares down at her face between his legs and he has to hold himself to the best of his ability. “Besides,” she smiles, unbuckling his belt, “We’re busy here.” and he sighs happily, lifting his hips just enough for her to tug the pants down his legs, shoes were long forgotten as soon as they entered his office.

She bites her lower lip, hooking her fingers on the elastic of his black briefs - the fabric straining and stained because of him- gently pulling it down. He bobs out of it, leaking already and clearly begging for attention, “Oh.Well.” she smiles, scooting closer to him, closing her eyes as she kisses the underside, earning a shaky gasp from her husband. “So…what are your orders,LC?”

He snaps his head back down, eyes unfocused, “What?”

“Your orders.” she smiles, “What am I to do if you don’t tell me?’

Rooster’s pupils swallowed his irises and his mouth parted open ,”Fuck I love you so much.” he says breathlessly, then leans back on his chair even further, “I’ll leave it to you, I like being surprised,” and his brain was mud, he couldn’t focus on orders right now.

“Hmmmm…” she hums sweetly, wrapping her fingers around him and dragging her open mouth up and down his shaft, the warm breathing hitting the sensitive flesh. He tries to keep his eyes open but seeing her, under his desk, like how he wanted for so long…was almost too much. She smiles more, kissing his feverish skin again, licking her way up to the flushed tip and pecking it, with a wet smack.

Rooster clenches his teeth, “Fuck…baby I–holy shit!” she slides him into her mouth without worries, too many years of practice, she was no longer nervous around him and my god did she love to experiment. Rooster’s chest heaved as he tries to contain his moans, nails gripping his chair handles as Beatrice’s lips reach mid-length then slide back up.

Only to repeat once.

Twice.

Three times.

When her lips touched his navel,however, he was almost combusting. The muscles on his legs were quivering as he tried to calm himself down while still moving his hips to meet her face. He dared one look down and those green eyes, shining like stars with the flushed face as the background, just squinted at him. He sighs, one of his hands rubbing her cheek, “You still take my cock really well.” he groans, “Fuck,I’m glad you never lost the need to do it.”

Was he making sense?

Who knows?

He surely didn’t. He could feel himself about to snap, curling his fingers and clenching his teeth as Beatrice’s fingers touched between his navel and inner thigh, almost touching pressure points there, “F-Fucking h-hell…” he whispers/growls, “Fuck baby,if you keep up with this I’m going to fucking explode.”

She hums happily, popping him out of her mouth but still moving her hand up and down his length, “And you don’t want that?”

“As much as I love your mouth.” he grunts, “And I do…I still wanna fuck you on the desk.” she stops the movement, smiling up at him and crawling from under the desk. He is breathing hard, his shirt is sticking to his back and chest because of sweat. She slowly sits on the desk, then leans back so her breasts are popping out more, and parts her legs.

He mutters a ‘jesus christ’ before making a movement to pull off his shirt, “No,” she stops him, “Leave it on…I like it.” nevermind how hot he was, he didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit. If his wife liked it, hell he’d wear his fucking winter uniform,jsut for her. Her lips curl into a smile when he slams his mouth against hers, grabbing her left leg to prop the knee on his shoulder. 

That means she was folded, again, but partially, her free legs was hanging by the desk and she wasted no time in wrapping it around his defined hip bones. He smirks, nuzzling her nose, “Ready?” she nods, “That’s my girl.” he purrs, grabbing him by the base and slowly pushing it inside. Thank god their mouths are still touching, because the groan that left their throats was filthy…and the sound coming from their connection too, of course. 

She whimpers, looking down at where they joined while supporting herself with one of her arms. Beatrice just meets his gaze, eyes never leaving his as he starts to move. He was so beautiful, and so brave and strong and kind. She just wraps her arms around his neck to kiss him again, nevermind if that only made her leg hurt just a bit, she oculd handle it.

“Oh god.” she gasps, “It’s been…a while…” she mutters, “Fuck Roos.”

“A while?” he smirks, tilting his head, “I think I need to up my game, considering we fuck every two weeks…or whenever it works.” she just fumbles an apology, because she got obviously confused for obvious reasons. Rooster sighs,his hands on each side of her hips to have some leverage as his hips move.

But he had to admit, this one…was different. A good different. Considering where they were and how he had just been promoted too. “God, gorgeous.” he gasps, hips gently slapping against her inner thighs as he smiles, “Fuck I just love how snug you are. And wet. And nice…”

“R-Roos…”

“I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.” he continues, dragging his thrusts just so she cries out in frustration and ecstasy, digging her nails on his clothed shoulders, “Fuck, and you are okay with this – even if you are worried…fuck I’m so lucky.” 

She whimpers again,the leg on his shoulder clenches as she holds herself upwards. “R-Roos,god….I…”

“I can’t wait to come to work and always remember that you were here,” he sped his movements a bit, “Whispering my name,naked, wet, taking my dick so nicely.” and she gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth - her inside clenched. “And so good, like you always do…fuck you are perfect.”

Beatrice’s channel clenched again and a shaky hand was now between her teeth. Her knuckle was being bitten hard. “I’m going to make you cum so hard.” he smiles, pushing her back on the desk so she’s once again like a pretzel, his golden brown hair was sticking for his forehead and temples, “I’m going to make sure you’ll be all over.”

Her eyes widened and she could barely come up with a sentence, especially when he started to grind his navel against her clit. Beatrice’s eyes closed as her head leaned back, the soft smacking of skin on skin wasn’t as loud as it usually was…but it was enough. Rooster wasn’t going to last much longer, he knew that, he was well aware of how much power she had over him.

And he wouldn’t have any other way. He grunts, speeding up his thrusts, “Are you about to cum?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Good.” he says, “I think I’m going to cum all over you.” she laughs breathlessly, he always got mouthy when he was close, “Or in your mouth,” the image was almost too much, his eyes nearly rolling back,  “O-Or just inside, fuck…god…” 

It’s the one thrust that pushes her to the edge and Beatrice bites down on her palm, legs spasming as her orgasm hits with enough force to make her see stars. Rooster watches fascinated, mouth parting into a smirk as he goes after his own orgasm, “Fuck I love you so much.” 

“I love you too.” she whispers, cupping his face, “I’m so proud of you Roos.” that did it. He hunched over her and screamed into her shoulder, thrusting sporadically with his orgasm making all of his muscles melt as a wave of calm heat darts from his feet to his head. It’s like..he feels fuzzy, that’s the best way to describe it. 

Once he’s done, he lets her drop her leg down and they stay like that, immobile, trying to regain her breathing. Her hand comes up to touch his hair and he shudders, feeling her fingernails scratching his scalp, “...this was the best promotion gift ever.” he confesses,breathing hard and she laughs, just as breathlessly as he was.

[wisssp]

Whistling in the Dark

this is a weasley twins x oc piece, if you don't like it-don't read it(:

female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI

wc: 1,535

Chapter 1

whistling in the dark- to make a show of bravery despite one's fears

I don't know much but I do know that the Hogwarts Express is the best place to take a nap. With my head on my sister's shoulder, my eyes roll back and a deep sigh escapes my lips. Peace at last.

That is, until the Weasleys find us.

"Rise 'n' shine, Lady Bird. Our endeavors have only just begun!" George bursts into our car with a grumpy-looking Fred in tow. They shimmy in and I let out a groan, making it clear that I didn't want to move.

"I'm with Lady Bird on this one - it's too early for all this rubbish." Fred huffs and falls into the seat next to me, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes. I scoot over and shoot him a glare while he beams right back, shooting me a wink. Had I mentioned both of the twins hit their growth spurt this past summer, making them that much more attractive? Anyways, a moment later Ron shows up all disheveled, scolding his rat.

"Ron, I swear you just need to lose the damn rat. It's gross." Paige pipes up and as per usual, has the group in stitches while Ron pouts in his seat. He acts as if he's offended but we all know he loves any attention she gives him, even if it's mainly negative.

Ron and Paige soon start arguing about which diseases rats carry, while Fred keeps complaining that George is kicking him. I patiently wait for the group to come to their senses considering it's 8 in the morning and some people are tired but yet again, I have to be the bad guy.

"Everyone has three seconds to shut the fuck up before I shove my wand so far up your asses you can taste the dragon heart string. Got it?" I looked around the train car as everyone froze. I sat back down and opened my book, unable to read due to the snickering redhead beside me.

"Frederick, what the fuck could possibly be so funny?" I whipped my head to the right and sneered at him. He pulled his lips into his mouth, stifling a laugh. I rolled my eyes and began to get back to my book until I felt an elbow in my ribs.

"Fred I swear to Merlin I will hurt you." I could feel his eyes on me as I attempted to read my book once more, but he had other plans. He snatched it from my hands and put it on top of the overhead luggage- Just where I couldn't reach.

He sat back down and triumphantly crossed his arms with- and I hate to say it- a gorgeous smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him while I stood up with my arms above my head, trying to get my book back. I glanced down to see his golden brown eyes focused in on me with this look.

In the midst of the fifteen seconds I had to decipher this look, the train jolted to a start, sending me right into Fred's lap. I could barely hear his deep chuckle over the rest of the train car hollering.

"If you want it, Lady bird, you just have to ask." His voice in my ear did things I didn't expect, making me immediately jump up and sit back down next to him. I'm certain my face is bright red at this point so I shove my headphones on and cross my arms, peering over at Fred who is smirking at a pissed off-looking George.

This is gonna be quite the trip.

~

Eventually, we get back to the castle and Paige is herding us like cattle over to see Hagrid, ensuring that none of our stuff goes unaccounted for in the process.

"Well hey there Weasleys 'N friends. How was the ride on the good ol' express, eh?" Hagrid throws a thumb over his shoulder and Harry starts rambling about the muggle trains. I've tuned out by now because Fred is over talking to a cute blonde that happens to be about 5 inches taller than me. Not wanting them to catch me staring, I avert my eyes and as I feel the pit growing in my stomach, I feel a breath on the back of my neck that encapsulates me in goosebumps.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, love. Don't pay him any mind. She obviously doesn't hold a candle if he's interested in us rather than her." George whispers in my ear, drawing my attention back to Fred, who is practically fuming. I'm frozen, unable to comprehend what all this animosity between the twins is about or why i'm involved.

"Don't panic." I hear right before I feel lips on the side of my neck. My eyes drift closed and my head falls back, a slight gasp escaping me. I'm then aware of the strong hands gripping my hips and his fingertips skating under the hem of my shirt. It all happens so fast but by the time I open my eyes, Fred is gone and George is standing in front of me. Did all of that really just happen or have I not woken up from my train nap yet?

"See ya in a bit, Lady Bird." With a wink, he too was gone. I scan the crowd for Paige and find her staring at me with her jaw hanging open. I frantically gesture in front of me, as if to say I know, what the fuck- but our telepathic conversation was cut short when I saw her body tense and her face go a bright shade of pink. Seconds later, Ron appeared from behind her in a laughing fit.

Hm, interesting.

~

Shortly after orientation, Paige and I make our way down the moving stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room. This year, Paige was Head Girl and she couldn't be happier. To be completely honest, I, too, am thrilled that she got elected Head Girl because this means my curfew is now nonexistent along with a few other benefits, like the special bedroom.

While they were pinning the badge on her, I was hollering and clapping and I could tell from where I was sitting that she knew this only meant trouble. Life's too short, right? Pick the flower, kiss the boy, seize the gap.

As we come up on the barrels to the basement, Paige does the honors of showing the newbies how to get in. Once all the first day shenanigans have simmered down, her and I make our way over to what we call the suite of the common room- the Head Girl suite.

The view from the door consists of two queen beds pushed against the opposite wall with two nightstands separating them. Theres a hallway between the nightstands leading to the ensuite bathroom. On each side of the room there's a walk-in closet that definitely has room for my clothes and more. As i'm standing there in awe, Paige is squealing and jumping on the bed like we just got a call from the Magpies themselves, needing a keeper and beater.

"While you get that out of your system, I'm going to go for a walk and see if they've got anything left in the dining hall." I drop everything at the foot of the bed on the right and turn around on my heel.

"Hungry again already?" Paige raises an eyebrow at me, knowing I don't eat that much as is. I smile at her concern.

"Dessert goes to the heart not the stomach, babe." I throw her a wink and hustle out the door so I can catch the scraps before they're gone.

I reach the dining hall to find none other than Fuckface Weasley himself, shooting the shit with his Gryffindor buddies. I roll my eyes and steer myself in the opposite direction, hoping some blueberry tarts are left on the Hufflepuff table. To my complete surprise there are two left and I rush to grab both until a drastically bigger hand engulfs mine.

"Don't become a hog, now, Scamander. These happen to also be my favorite, or have you forgotten?" he grumbles the last part awfully close to my ear, a warmth spread through me and transported me back to this past summer. If only he knew I didn't forget, in fact I didn't stop thinking about it. Us making his mom's famous blueberry tarts, feeding them to each other, licking the blueberry compote off of his fingers.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard his buddies calling him from behind us.

"Oi Freddie, you just gonna humor her all day or are we putting this fire whiskey to good use?" Lee chuckles at what he thought was a dig at me, to which I respond with a fake barking laugh and a middle finger. I hear Fred exhale a laugh beside me and watch his hands flex as he wraps up his tart. Oh, Merlin.

"Maybe I can refresh your memory one day." He smirks at me and walks back over to his friends, leaving me a hot and confused mess.

Frederick Weasley is a dangerous one.

[gumnut-logic]

Sweetapple Slices - Slice 2

Sweetapple | Dear Mr Tracy | Along the way | Slice 1 | Slice 2

@idontknowreallywhy asked a question and I tried to answer it, but Alex and Virgil refused to behave, so we have a fic, but no answers. Also, fic is sugary sweet goop.

Oh, and it should be noted that all these Slices are standalone fics within the universe - consider them slices of life with these two :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through. Again, I might need to offer her that dental plan. Also to @idontknowreallywhy for egging me on.

I hope you enjoy this romantic sugar fest.

-o-o-o-

“You know, isn’t all this stuff secret?” Alex gestured around him.

Virgil shrugged and tilted his head. “You looking to sell it to anyone?”

Alex’s eyes widened. “God, no! I wouldn’t-“

The rescue operative grabbed him by both arms. “Hey, I’m kidding. We know you wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Alex froze. “We?”

Those gorgeous biceps relaxed just a little. “You don’t think we let just anyone onto our Island, do you?” And he arched a lovely eyebrow.

“You have such beautiful eyebrows.”

Both suddenly shot up.

Oh, did he say that out loud?

Eh, blame it on the concussion…from a few days ago now. The Tracy family had shown no sign of needing to kick him, or his mum, off this amazing chunk of rock. Today Virgil was off rota and Thunderbird Two was set for regular maintenance, so he had been asked down here to ‘keep Virgil company’.

So far ‘maintenance’ had consisted of staring up at the great green Thunderbird, staring around her hanger, an extended session of smooching under her tail fin, and now he was sitting on the edge of Thunderbird Two’s co-pilot seat caught between stunned amazement and the percentage chance of another snoggy in the corner.

Any corner. There were at least four in the cockpit. Did that roof hatch open?

Honestly, he had never thought this would be his state of mind when he finally got to see all of this up close.

Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had been aboard Thunderbird Two. But last time had been sudden and unexpected and his brain had been fretting over so many things.

Now he was so happy he was likely to blow a blood vessel or something.

“Yours aren’t bad either.”

What? He scrolled the conversation back a little. Oh, eyebrows. Huh. “Never thought about them much. Yours, however, definitely require thorough consideration.” He reached up a hand, and hesitating for permission, brushed a finger the length of Virgil’s left eyebrow.

Chocolate eyes eyed him from beneath. “This is new.”

Be daring. “All of this is new.” He withdrew his hand.

“You have a point.” As if in revenge, Virgil reached up and brushed a tangle of Alex’s messy blond hair behind an ear. “I can definitely get used to it.”

He also had the most beautiful smile.

Okay, he had to stop this line of thought before he grabbed Virgil and really embarrassed himself.

“Um, yeah.” He gestured vaguely around the cockpit. “How long have you been flying Thunderbird Two?”

Virgil sat back a little and let go of Alex. “Nine years as her primary pilot. Took over from my Uncle in ‘55. Though there has been some downtime during that time.”

“And you keep her maintained?”

“Me and Brains.”

“Who’s Brains?”

Virgil’s lips twisted. “You haven’t met him yet.”

Oh.

“Don’t worry.” Virgil reached across the dash and flipped a few switches. “He tends to keep to himself. I’ll drag him out of his lab later.” His finger retreated to his jawline. “I think you’ll like him.”

“I will?”

“You’ll see.”

Okay, be mysterious.

“Would you like some coffee?”

Alex stared at him. “You’re really asking that question? Even after how many times I’ve managed to steal coffee off of you.”

Virgil smirked as he stood up. “It was really only once and you were very amusing.”

“Amusing!”

Virgil was laughing as he strode over to a corner of the cockpit, hit some buttons, and revealed the holy grail of all coffee.

Alex couldn’t help but stand up and be drawn to it. Virgil had given him the plans to this creation from heaven, but between Siliwrap and Virgil’s visits, he hadn’t managed to find time to finish putting it together yet.

Besides there was something about the coffee being handed to him by a visiting handsome rescue operative that was its own kind of addictive.

And Virgil always brought plenty.

His drug dealer of choice, apparently.

“Hey, you still with me?” A hand was on his arm and Alex realised he had been standing, staring at the holy grail like a stunned mullet just a little too long.

Virgil had that worried medical frown on his face again.

He had done that a lot over the last couple days.

The man had enough bruises on his arms and legs to pop Alex’s eyes out of their sockets - something about a roof almost falling on him during the Gisborne rescue. Yet Virgil brushed it off as a day-to-day thing.

He was ‘fine’, don’t you ‘worry’, happens ‘all the time’.

But the scattering of bruises Alex possessed, the headache that popped up every now and again, and any slight croakiness of his voice and Virgil was all over him with that yellow scanner thing.

Speaking of which…

Alex grabbed Virgil’s wrist gently as he attempted to wave a randomly appearing scanner over Alex’s head. “I’m okay, Virgil.”

The wrist in his hand relaxed and the yellow light switched off. A gentle tug and Alex let Virgil’s wrist go and the man turned away, stashing the gadget back into wherever it came from.

It was very obvious that Alex had scared him by being caught in the earthquake.

Alex took that extra step closer, slipped up behind, and slid his arms around the man’s chest, resting his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. “I’m okay.”

Heavy lifting arms wrapped around his. “I know.”

“You do realise you have brought me into the presence of the machine that makes your glorious coffee. I mean, I should be kneeling on the floor, bowing in reverence.” A smile. “Give me something to hold so I can drop it in amazement.”

Virgil chuckled. “I doubt you could pick me up.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Virgil twisted himself around in Alex’s arms until they were facing each other. “I could say that you already have, but that pun line is groan-worthy.”

Alex did groan, but then Virgil’s lips found his and he was suddenly very much distracted.

Yes, this corner would do nicely.

-o-o-o-

[adisillusionedauthor]

Mechanical Bull - Carlos Sainz x AFAB!Reader

*GIF IS NOT MINE*

Masterlist<3

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Fluff, bad writing, curse words

Word count: 1702 words

Their eyes couldn’t focus on anything else, his frame on top of that mechanical bull looking as beautiful as ever, they couldn’t believe in their luck, in front of them stood, well ridded, Carlos Sainz in the flesh, wearing that gorgeous Red Bull uniform ridding that bull like it was something normal for him, like he was a rodeo rider instead of a Formula One driver and very good rider might they say, as the video of him on top of that was taken they just kept looking, even Max could see it, hell even Carlos from the mechanical bull could see, even if it was only glimpses. 

No one could say that they didn’t try, well you could, it wasn’t a lie when you say that they are too shy to talk to him, but with a little thing called tequila they had the courage to do so.  

“Hi, I’m Y/N” was all they could say in front of a long-time crush that they thought they would never be met, fortunately he knew how to continue a conversation, and after maybe a couple of drinks the conversation seemed to continue by itself without them forcing anything. 

After a couple of hours of talking and drinking, Y/N tried to get up, but noticed that they were much more drunk than they had thought, Carlos quickly came to hold them and stop them from falling on their face. 

“I’m so sorry” they said, trying to compose themself, “It’s okay” Carlos said, and, in his eyes, they could see he meant it. 

Not knowing whose fault, it is, but they were getting awfully close to one another, and just as they were close to kissing... 

“Hey Carlos, I know that they are really hot, but we have to go” Yelled Max from the other side of the bar, making them hide their face in the Carlos shirt, that smelled so good, it smelled like cologne and adrenaline if that can even make sense, they didn’t want to let him go, but they needed to. 

“Bye Carlos, hopefully I will see you soon” they said with a small smile, discreetly hiding their number inside his pocket in a goodbye hug. 

Inside the car Carlos said some curses on Spanish to Max, something about how he ruined his time with someone as great as them, but as he said that he realized that something was in his pocket, getting it out and he saw that It was their number, a smile came on his face as he got his phone out, adding their number was easy now came the hard part, texting them, but thankfully Max took that upon himself, not wanting his friend to spend the night alone because of him. 

“Heyyy it’s Max, Carlos’s friend looj eh is to shy to texy you himself, but here’s our location if you want to see him again sometime this weeK 😏” it had lots of typos, but they got what he meant, now Carlos was as red as a Ferrari shirt, because he saw that they replied as fast as Max typed that out, “Ok, my name is Y/N just so Carlos can save the contact, maybe I'll see you guys sooner than you think” they wrote, as soon as the car arrived at the Hotel, Carlos noticed something, the stranger from the bar at the hotel bar, seeming to be waiting for something and how he hoped that it was him, as he got closer he touched the bottom part of their back and got their attention. 

“I think you own me something” he said lifting an eyebrow, they looked back with a smile “I thought you were going to ask me what I’m doing here” they said and he pondered, maybe they’re right, but something else came first in his mind, they got up on their feet, as they did that Carlos grabbed their arm and pulled them towards him and kissed them, with such force that their lips would be bruised by tomorrow, they put their hands on his hair, as they pulled on his hair and he groaned on their lips they realized they are in public, quickly breaking the kiss and leaving Carlos confused, they took him up to their room, inside the elevator they pulled themselves together as they watched the number go up, they were itching to touch each other, as Carlos was about to break the distance again the elevators door opened revealing their floor, they fast walked to their room taking Carlos with them. 

Once they were inside the room, they were pushed against the wall next to the door, with Carlos attacking their neck leaving a couple of bruises on his way to remove the dress that was on his way “Let’s go to the bedroom, first door on the left” they said in between gasps, once inside the room it was Carlos turn to be pushed towards the bed, once he sat down they came on top, sitting on his jeans and kissing down his neck while playing with his hair, they kept grinding down on his groin making him throw his head back leaving more space for them, but they quickly got bored and wanted to see more of the Spaniard, putting their hands on the hem of the shirt they got rid of it faster than you could say Smooth Operator, with his chest on their view they lost their focus on his chest, tracing his abs and happy trail with their fingers, Carlos who was tired of their game threw them on the bed, quickly getting on top of them, he pulled their shirt of their body, trying to get access to more of their body, putting his hands on to their chest messing with their nipples he put one of them on his mouth, quickly getting addicted to their voice while they moaned, sliding a hand down their body and putting it inside their pants, he started messing with both their nipple and pussy, they started to moan louder so he took his lips from the nipple and kissed them to shut them up, it worked, they put their hands on his hair pulling it so that they could hear that delicious groan again, he as so focused on the kiss that they could change positions with them ending up on top “Well, I can’t be only one having fun here, can I?” as they said pulling Carlos jeans down, looking at his dark blue underwear with a dark stain, that they guessed to be pre cum, as they pulled the underwear down with some help from Carlos, his member came u from between his legs hitting him on the stomach. 

With their mouth open in shock, never having seen a cock as big as his, they were quick in putting their hands on it, moving the hand up and down in slow movements to tease him, he quickly voiced his annoyance from above “Please Y/N, go faster” he said begging them, they complied, but not because he asked but because they wanted to put their mouth on it faster, when they saw that he was very close to finishing they stopped, making him whine in annoyance, being completely done with their games Carlos switched them for a last time, with Carlos on top he started to take their pants down together with the underwear, seeing their pussy for the first time was like his first time all over again, he doesn’t know why but they are different from other people he hooked up with before, putting finger inside they moaned lowly with him going back and forth with his finger, putting more one made their moans get louder and louder, Carlos saw their pussy and wanted to get a taste of it, as soon as his tongue made contact with it they almost came on the spot, the feeling of his stubble on their core made them cry out his name, making their neighbors probably hate them even more. 

Once he made sure to tease them enough in revenge, he aligned his member with their sex, as he entered, they were tight pulling him in, they both moaned in delight of feeling the other, as he went back and forth slowly they whined asking him to go faster and faster, never satisfied with the speed so he put a under one of their legs and put it on top of his shoulder getting more leverage and putting the other on the headboard, going a fast and as hard as he could making them scream out in pleasure, he noticed that he wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer, so he started to stimulate their clit, holding their face towards him and seeing that their eyes weren’t able to focus on him, he smiled and said “I barely started and you’re already stupid” their eyes focused a little better on him and he gave to taps on their cheek to sign that he wanted a kiss, that kiss was sealed with them both cumming in synchrony, with one leg on his shoulder and both hands on Carlos’s hair definitely not how they thought they would spend the end of their Friday and as for Carlos, he definitely didn’t think he’d enjoy so much going on that mechanical bull from earlier, once they both recovered from their orgasm Carlos carefully pulled out and went to the bathroom to get a towel, when he came back they were asleep but he made sure to clean them and make sure they were tucked in the bed comfortably, he was going to leave he swears but they put their hand out of the blanket and asked him to spend the night, “Okay, but I need to put my alarm, or else Christian is going to kill me” they gave a tired smile to the Spaniard and pulled him into the bed, cuddling with him was definitely the best experience, well second best, they had in a while, he was like a giant teddy bear, he hugged them throughout the whole night and in the morning they both could see what they would do next.

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smooth operator, repost!

summary: Shuri meets a new scientist at an outreach center. She'll do anything but approach her and with a couple of scoldings from Nakia and teasing from her older brother, She decides it's time.

“Shuri,” T’Challa repeats for the millionth time. Okoye eyes him from behind the princess, waiting for permission. He nods his head and the rod of Okoye’s spears knocks into he royal’s back.

“Bast! Are you mad?” Shuri exclaims, lowering her voice when she realizes how loud she is.

“Maybe if you quit staring at the girl, I wouldn’t be so irritated, eh?” Okoye retorts, smirking as she watches Shuri’s face contort.

“She’s smitten,” T’Challa grins, earning a slap to his shoulder. Shuri shakes her head before speaking.

“I am not!” She mutters. She can’t be too loud. They’re in a lab in one of their new outreach centers, located in one of the most popular cities, Chicago.

Shuri tagged along so she could help lead and now she deeply regrets coming in the first place because every time T’Challa opens his mouth, she finds herself staring at one person in particular. She doesn’t even know her name and she hasn’t heard her speak yet but she’s drop dead gorgeous.

She’s got long locs that stop at her waist, a shade of deep red. And even though the lab rules say no jewelry she has a gold cuban link wrapped perfectly around her neck with gold rings to match. Oh and she’s wearing all black, baggy cargo pants and a tight compressed shirt that makes Shuri stare at her arms. She’s got really pretty hands, Shuri thinks, and manicured nails that are a little long. It makes the princess wonder how the woman works.

But nope, she’s been typing at her tablet (that every interns been gifted) since Shuri’s been looking.

“Shuri, you’re looking again,” T’Challa whispers as Shuri shakes her head out of it. She hears Okoye’s subtle chuckle as the intern approaches them.

“Don’t freeze,” Okoye whispers and Shuri’s too focused on the sway of the girl’s hips to be focused on anything else.

“Hey,” She greets, her voice is mellow, smooth.

“I-hey,” Shuri responds back, staring at the panels behind the woman so she doesn’t look into her eyes.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom’s at? I been wanting to look but I can’t find it,” The intern questions and Shuri can see the gold reflecting off her molars from the bright lights of the lab.

Shuri stands there, staring blankly. Luckily, T’Challa butts in.

“Keep walking down that hallway and take a left,” He smiles, holding back in laughter before the intern walks away. Shuri turns around and walks in between her brother and the general, completely and utterly embarassed at her reaction. She also hears their laughter from a distance when she leaves.

“I told you she’d freeze,” Okoye cackles with her brother.

…

It’s been two weeks since Shuri last went to the Chicago Outreach Center and she’s back now, this time with T’Challa and Nakia along with Okoye. T’Challa teased her about her little crush that she’s been in denial about.

Shuri’s eye flutter to the intern again, this time the intern has on some new kicks, Yellow Jordan’s. She’s breaking the lab rules all over again, worse than last time. She has on shorts that are loose and stop right at her knees, and that tight compress shirt. But the rings and chain are still on and her long tresses are still there put pulled back into a ponytail to reveal glossy lips and clear eyes.

Her lanyard hands out of pocket, red letters reading MIT over and over again. It is the summertime, so it’s reasonable that the intern is here. She must be in the outreach summer program, Shuri thinks.

“You know, you should go talk to her, Shuri,” Nakia suggests from behind the woman. Shuri ignores her, looking down at her tablet.

“Mamela Kum, Shuri,” Nakia says, her voice almost mother-like before Shuri does turn around to face her.

“If she does not like you, the world will not stop spinning on its axis but go find her name out for Bast’s sake,” Nakia murmurs, smiling at another intern that walks by. Shuri turns around, sitting on the information that’s been bestowed upon her.

Nakia’s right. Plus Shuri doesn’t have to keep coming here. Even though she does for a very specific reason.

But alas, she doesn’t have the courage to do anything.

…

It’s been a month, since Shuri’s first visit and this time T’Challa is fed up with her and so is Nakia. Her crush is so painfully obvious that the other Dora’s have begun to pick up on it. She barely focuses in the lab, Okoye shakes her head more times than she can count.

Shuri truly doesn’t want to go this time. She thinks with time, the crush will fade and she’ll be back to her regular activities. Not only that, she doesn’t think she’s well dressed at all, only in an orange tracksuit and her braids split into two space buns. To be fair, she had no idea they would be visiting the center today.

But today, Shuri stares again and Nakia wants to rip her own brains out.

The intern’s wearing a tight white knitted dress and her hair is in braids but they’re a shade of black that Shuri can’t put her nose just yet. But she can’t help but look. She can tell she’s not the only one looking either because a male intern walks past the intern who Okoye has named as Shuri’s scientist and he might as well have eaten her with his eyes.

“You should go talk to her, now,” Nakia orders and Shuri shakes her head, staring at her own outfit.

“Are you mad? I look like a mandarin, I will not approach her,” Shuri shrugs the warrior off. Nakia snatches her tablet away and shoved her so hard that she can’t turn back around.

Then Shuri’s face to face with the woman and if she was already frozen earlier she can’t help but think about the way she looks now. Her skin is damn near radiant and Shuri can’t help but go mute.

“Hey, princess,” The woman speaks and she has some kinda swag to her voice that Shuri likes. The Royal looks back at a glaring Nakia and two grinning idiots, her brother and Okoye.

Shuri’s finally close enough to read the interns tag.

Rianna ‘Riri’ Williams.

1st year Intern.

She/Her

“Hey, listen, I’m sorry about the last couple of weeks, I really hope you don’t think I’m just some weird person that stares at you because I’m really not, well I am just take out the weird part, my point is that I stare for good reason, not because I think you’re weird…or…anything of that s-sort,” Shuri says, trailing at the end of her sentence when she realizes how much of a fool she must look right now.

“Nah, you straight,” The intern smiles, chuckling and Shuri looks side to side and then back at her with utter confusion on her face.

“What? That makes no sense, if I’ve been staring, how does that make me straight? Is that not the same thing as a heterosexual-“

Laughter erupts from the intern, it’s so loud, a couple of the others turn around and all Shuri can really do is stare blankly. Then when the intern recovers, she wipes at her mascara that’s yet to drip.

“No, I’m sorry, it means that you’re okay, I wasn’t offended by it,” She murmurs , holding her tablet close to her chest.

“But listen, there’s this nice place it’s…walking distance, the next time you swing by, I wanna show you around, If you don’t mind,” The intern suggests and thoughts fill the princess’s mind. Is it a date? Is this friendly?

“Sure,” Shuri nods, she never noticed their height difference until now.

“And call me Riri,” Riri smiles.

“Nice to meet you,”

“Yo! Williams, come check this prototype out!” One of the interns by the metal tables yells. Shuri starts to turn around, rolling her eyes at what she’s about to walk back into, her brother and Okoye. But then Riri’s voice sounds.

“And by the way, I’ve been staring too,”

Riri knows she heard her and turns around too, walking to go join her fellows as they show her the new prototype.

Shuri goes home giddy that day, blasting music in the talon fighter like never before.

“Bast, I can hear the wedding bells,” Okoye groans, fake gagging as she guides the talon fighter with a simple touch of her hands. She glances at Shuri, who’s laying, sprawled out on the couch.

“Do you think she’d like the colors sage green or royal blue for a wedding theme?”

“Bast, Shuri, already?” Nakia laughs. T’Challa shakes his head, gently shoving his little sister.

“At least she’s not denying it,”

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Chapter two --->

hey remember when I said I was going write that crossover Fic, where Ingo gets assimilated by the Borg.

well I did it.

first chapter is up. even tossed in a little Dojoshipping for a little extra hurt.

calling all Trekkie Submas Fans, probably not a lot of us. lol. anyway enjoy.

All a-Borg is the Tag I'm gonna be using for this one.

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Chapter one: its a beautiful day outside.

“Ah! What a beautiful day!” Ingo hummed as he stretched his arms over his head as he and Emmet exited Gear Station for their lunch break. 

The Sun was shining brightly, and after being down in the artificial lighting for most of the day, he found himself squinting against the harsh light, but its rays were warm on his skin. A light breeze was blowing, keeping it from getting too hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

It was a perfect summer's day. And Ingo was so glad that it was his day to choose what they were doing for lunch. Emmet’s idea of another simple packed lunch with Elesa in their office just sounded unappealing on a day like this. So instead, Ingo opted to meet Elsa at a small cafe by the park, where they could all get a bite to eat and enjoy the nice weather before heading back to work.

“Much better than staying inside all day!” Ingo announced, breathing in the fresh air as they walked towards the park. This would have been the perfect day to spend with his kids if they weren’t staying with their mother in Sinnoh for the summer.

“Yes, if you enjoy the sun in your eyes.” Emmet quips, clearly just salty that his brother hadn't gone with his idea, now he'd have to enjoy some time outside with his brother and best friend rather than take three bites of a sandwich, before jumping back on the doubles line.

But before Ingo could even begin to call him out on it, he spotted Elesa waving to them. “Hey guys! Over here!” The gym leader called out to them from in front of the café. “Great call on having lunch outside today, it's gorgeous out.”

“Elesa!” Ingo called back, raising his hand in greeting. “Yes, Emmet and I were just talking about how beautiful it was out today, and what a waste it would be to spend our break inside.” He Verbally jabbed at his brother as he quickened his step to join Elesa.

“I am Emmet, and I hope you overheat in that black jacket of yours.” Emmet snapped as he moved to match his twin's pace.

The three of them quickly ordered their food and found a park bench under a tree to eat and relax.

“So, how are the boys doing over in Sinnoh? You must be going crazy without them around.” Elesa started off with some simple small talk, as she took a bite of her wrap. 

“Zisu is taking them camping up on Mount Coronet, then Flint is taking them to a festival in Sunyshore city, so they're pretty excited. Kind of wish she had given me more of a heads up that she wanted them for the whole summer, but it's hard to say no when I get them the rest of the year.” Ingo explained, making a point to take off his heavy jacket and set it down next to him. “I mean, I miss the heck out of them, but they should get to spend time with their mother too.”

“Oh, a festival, eh? Sounds like Flint trying to muscle his way into favorite uncle” the model teased turning to look at Emmet with a coy smile.

Emmet simply snorted. “As if. I am Emmet, and it will take a lot more to beat me.”

“So, Ingo, when are you planning to finally pop the question?”

“Question?”

“You know, Tie the Knot, get down on one knee, when are you finally going to propose to Zisu? I’ve had this idea for an amazing wedding collection, and I just think it would be perfect for your big day.”

“Okay, for starters, if I got down on one knee in front of Zisu, the first thing she’s going to do is laugh cause she knows I can’t get back up. Second of all, do we even need to get married? I mean, would it really change much? I don’t know if it's a train that’s ready to leave the station.”

“Oh Come on Ingo, you already have two kids with the woman, both of whom are seven. She is a battle fanatic, she thinks you're charming, you two get along like you’ve known each for years and she is strong enough to pick you up and throw you over her shoulder with ease. Lock that shit down already.”

“Look, you should probably be talking to her about all this, I mean, there’s a chance she’s not into the idea either. We haven’t really talked much about that kind of stuff, mostly just about the kids, different battles, Pokemon, and maybe going out for a coffee when she flies up to drop the kids off.”

As much fun as it would have been to join Elesa in Tormenting his brother’s fear of rejection, Emmet felt his attention shift away from the conversation as he looked out towards the park.

There were people walking calmly down the path, either taking in the beautiful weather or cutting through on their way somewhere else. A few couples and friend groups lounging on the grass. He even spotted a few trainers here and there playing with their pokemon, it was tempting to maybe get a battle or two in.

It really was the perfect day…

So why did he feel so unsettled?

At first he thought that maybe it was just his fries. Maybe they were just too greasy? Maybe they had too much salt? But as he ignored his food, the feeling only seemed to grow, and yet nothing seemed amiss. 

With a sigh, he simply shook his head and returned to his food. Maybe Ingo was right, maybe he had been down in the subway tunnels too long, not that he would ever admit it. 

So, just closed his eyes, listened to the sounds of his family chatting and the flying types singing.

That’s when he noticed it…

Despite the chatter happening next to him, it was far too quiet.

The flying types that should have been in the trees were completely silent. He couldn’t even hear the sounds from the pokemon that were with their trainers.

It was just so… wrong.

“Hey, what’s going on?” he heard someone call out from a distance.

“Why’s it suddenly dark?” someone else called out.

Emmet opened his eyes, and immediately noticed that bright sunlight that had nearly blinded him earlier, had dimmed considerably, and yet there still wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. So what was going on?

“I don’t remember seeing anything about a solar eclipse today.” Elesa stated as she started to stand up from the bench to see what was happening, and the twins were quick to join her.

All around them, people pointed to the sky, aiming they’re phones towards it as if to get a better look, and once he saw it, Emmet couldn’t blame them.

“What in Arcuses name is THAT!?”

There in the sky, completely blocking out the sun, was a large square shaped object. 

It honestly looked a bit silly, looking at it. Like someone had taken a pair of scissors and cut the sun out of the sky, leaving behind a square shaped hole. It just hung there, not seeming to move as everyone in Nimbasa city, maybe even all of Unova, Stared up at it.

“Is that…Some kind of Pokemon?” Ingo questioned as he looked up at the sky like everyone else, titling his head slightly as if that would let him see it better.

“Not one I have ever seen.” Emmet commenting, shaking his head. “It is strange, verrrrry Strange.”

“Maybe it’s an Ultra Beast, like from Alola?” Elesa added, taking a step forward.

There was a green glint from the shape, very small, barely noticeable, but before Emmet could even draw attention to it, Three large balls of energy suddenly came into view.

One struck the Farris wheel over by Elesa’s gym, destroying the wheel and the buildings around it, causing Elesa to scream out in Horror. The Second struck the small stadium, and the final few off towards Castelia. And as each one found its target the ground shook.

“It’s Attacking!?” Ingo shouted over the screams that started erupting, “We need to get Everyone to Safely!”

Emmet nodded but before he could even move the air seemed to shimmer with a greenish tint, and bodies started to form from thin air.

They looked oddly…Human?

Humans with metal, wires, tubes, and devices seemingly grafted to their bodies, Emmet could even see one who’s entire low face had been replaced with tubes and metal. Their skin looked sickly pale covered in sweat and not a hair on their heads. 

And there were hundreds of them, from what he could see.

Ingo and Emmet shared a quick look between them.

Was this some kind of new gang like team plasma?

“WE ARE THE BORG!” they all spoke at once, in complete unison. Their voices came from all around and Emmet quickly realized there were far more than he originally thought. “Lower your weapons and surrender yourselves. Existence, as you know it, is over. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your Culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is Futile!”

At that moment, all the ‘Borg’ started to move at once, marching forward at a calm pace towards the nearest person.

At first, the only movement made was a simple backstep to try and put a bit of distance. 

Some people tossed out pokemon, but the Borg did not reply in kind.

Some people tried to talk to them, but the Borg did not respond. 

One person even ran up to one and punched them in the head, a brave or stupid move, Emmet was unsure. But it did get a reaction, as the Borg swung around with a hand that looked like it belonged on the end of a crane and knocked the poor foolish soul to the ground, before kneeling over them.

At that moment all Hell broke loose, as panic started to arise and people started to try and flee.

Once more, the twins shared a look, the plan had not changed, they needed to get people to safety.

“Elesa!” Ingo called over the crowd with ease, snapping their friend out of her stupor. “Guide as many people to Gear Station as you can, We will cover your retreat!”

“What?! Are you guys crazy?! I’m not leaving you to fight alone!” She cried back, tears still running down her face causing her makeup to run.

“Someone strong needs to lead them there, the Borg, or whatever they seem to be swarming the city.” Ingo added.

“I am Emmet, and we will be fine. We will meet you verrrry soon.” Emmet Urged her on, moving to stand next to his brother as he pulled Eelektross’s Pokeball from his belt.

For a moment, Elesa looked like she was going to argue, before pulling a pokeball from her coat and starting ordering people to follow her. “You two better be there” Emmet heard her mutter before she took off down the street.

Under normal circumstances, the use of Pokemon against humans was frowned upon, as Pokemon could easily cause lasting damage to a person. But when people like team Rocket and Team Plasma attack cities it was at times the only way to protect civilians. And this was no exception. 

“Eelektross! Use Thunder Wave!”

“Chandelure! Use Psychic! Try to keep them away from gates!”

“Galvantula! Electroweb!”

“Excadrill! Dig pit holes under their feet. Keep them from moving!”

At first it was working. They were able to gain some ground and push the horde back. Some trainers even joined their efforts and sent out their own pokemon to fight back as they slowly made their way out of the park. 

Borg were falling,left, right and center. either paralyzed or completely unmoving to the ground, possibly dying from the assault of all different types. Others were trapped by the very ground under their feet, completely imobile. Some even hung in the air by forces beyond their control. 

It was almost ridiculously easy. They weren’t even fighting back. They didn’t send out pokemon of their own to defend themselves, they probably didn’t have any.

But the Borg kept coming, felting over their fallen with little care.

Suddenly, Pokemon attacks were doing less and less damage. Taking two or three hits just to take down a single Borg. 

Every Borg that fell from a ranged attack, was soon replaced with one who didn’t even flinch.

If one fell through a hole in the ground and got stuck, the next one was more careful, or was able to pull themselves free. 

And Psychic moves started to have less and less effect.

Soon, the moved without any setbacks from any Pokemon.

Worst of all, their numbers didn’t seem to be falling, instead they seemed to be…growing?

The faces of fellow trainers slowly started to disappear from view. At first, Emmet had hoped that they had taken the chance to escape while they could, but their Pokemon were left behind, alone and confused as to where their trainer went.

That’s when he noticed some of the Borg weren’t as armored as the others, and had little to no mechanical attachments. They had hair, and clothes, yet their skin was mottle and black veins could be seen. 

And their faces…

Emmet could have sworn he’d seen a few of those faces on the Battle Subway. But that couldn’t be…could it?

Were they turning people?

A hand Suddenly grabbed hold of him, forcing his back to bend backwards as he stared up at the Borg that had ensnared him. It was the face of the trainer who had stood next to him not five minutes ago. 

The Borg raised their other hand and Emmet watched in horror as two wire like tendrils broke through the skin and snaked towards his own next.

“EMMET!” Ingo cried as he slammed his body into the side of the Borg, knocking them off their feet and forcing them to release the younger twin.

Quickly, Emmet scrambled away, getting back to his feet before he could be grabbed again.

But as before, the Borg seemed to learn, and Emmet could only watch as he brother was held still by two sets of hands, as a third came towards his neck.

It Happened in seconds, yet to Emmet, it felt like a lifetime.

He watched in horror as wires came out of one the Borg’s arms and sunk deep into Ingo’s neck, and his brother’s body went slack, the colour completely drained from his skin, and black veins crawled their way up his Skin.

The Borg released his brother, and when Ingo looked back at him it was with a cold dead stare as he joined in their march.

“Ingo.” Emmet muttered as his brother started to walk towards him at a steady pace, his skin becoming paler and more sickly with every step. “Ingo, Please.”

But there was no response, his brother just continued forward. 

“Ingo, I don’t know what they did to you, but I’m sure it can be undone, please just fight it.” Emmet begged, trying to keep out of reach, now completely aware of the danger that was not in front of him.

Even if that danger now had the face of his brother.

Ingo suddenly grabbed his arm, and pulled him close with surprising strength. 

“I am Emmet. Ingo, I know you’re still in there, please.” At this distance Emmet could almost see something moving under his brother’s skin, puppeting him around, changing him. Yet he could also feel the hesitation with Ingo’s movements. 

Ingo wasn’t reaching towards his neck, just merely holding him in place and staring at him; tears building up in his eyes and dripping down his face without a single blink or twitch of his face. Emmet got the feeling he couldn’t even begin to understand the horror his brother was feeling right now.

“Ingo.”

“StarFleet” The Borg all spoke at once, Ingo’s voice joining their unity. “Initiate tactical retreat” 

The hand holding onto his arm released without warning, and Emmet stumbled back, watching as the air started to shimmer once more with that greenish tint around all of the Borg, brother now included with the mix, as they all started to dematerialize into thin air; leaving only bodies and destruction behind.

Emmet stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the exact spot Ingo had been standing moments before. His hands shook from what he just saw, only to be nearly blinded by the sun as the square shaped object disappeared from the sky.

“Ingo?”