#like that one's just attacking someone but like it doesn't count anytime you do anything to people if there's no Physical Contact Violence

[unproduciblesmackdown]

anytime there's production trivia for something i've actually seen like "& the director didn't tell any of the actors this was going to happen so as to get Not Acted Surprise, from the Actors" it's like that's so funny the way i didn't ever see that part as like wow that seemed so particularly genuine to me compared to other parts of this work or other works in general. but on the other hand there'll be scenes in something where a surprising event occurs around multiple characters and there'll be trivia like "wow the way nobody (else) knew this was going to happen beforehand, in so impactful a scene, that makes sense" and then someone involved will be like that's not true

[six-eyed-samurai]

I've seen a lot of people who write Muichiro as someone who sort of forgets he's not dating you in the crush stage, but my take is that Muichiro actually forgets he's dating you and thinks he's in his crush era.

🌸He'll approach you suddenly, a couple times a month, with a serious expression and red cheeks, to confess his not-so-secret crush on you from since the day you both met, having forgotten he had already done so and you both were already together

🌸You usually just go along with it until he gets to the "I hope you feel the same but I'll understand if you don't" part; then you break it to him with a shy laugh that he had already confessed and you both were going out

🌸It's not tiring at all to keep repeating the same scenario, not at all! Muichiro is so cute when he does it, unconsciously pulling an innocent puppy expression and staring at you hopefully. And when he remembers you both are a couple he'll immediately light up ever so excitedly, attack you in a hug, press his forehead against you and apologize in a flurry of "Sorry" and compliments

("How did I manage to pull someone like you?" He wonders out loud. You laugh - he's too cute for his own good.)

🌸Not only that it's honestly become a guessing game with you to see what method Muichiro would confess to you again this time. You both have approximately cycled through confession by love letter, gifts (he might've stolen it forgetting it belonged to someone else, but it's the thought that counts, right?), cloud-gazing date, outright declaration, jealous blurt...yeah, you've gone through every single trope there was possible

🌸Your favorite one was when he threw an airplane across the room to you and when you unfolded it he wrote a little sweet confession. You still have it, along with the rest he started throwing to you to 1. get your attention 2. annoy you 3. ask you to join him for training or cloud-gazing

🌸 You've told him multiple times it's okay if he wants to stare at you anytime he likes after catching him doing it one day, like he did when he was in his crush phase, but he forgot and acts like he just got caught performing the most atrocious crime on earth: looks away immediately and vehemently denies it

🌸Everyone around you guys thinks it's super funny and adorable how Muichiro would start talking about you and abruptly end it with something like "Is this what people mean by having a crush?" or "I would really like to be her boyfriend someday if I manage to confess and she accepts." As said above he gets really puppy-dog excited when he's told "Aren't you guys dating already?"

("We are?" Muichiro frowned. "I don't remember..." His eyes widen. "So that's who left me that daikon today..." Then he runs off forgetting he's in the middle of conversation to go find you.)

🌸Sometimes it's a little awkward when it comes to dates though. Say there's a festival happening in a nearby town or White Day and you've been planning to spend the day having fun with him - Muichiro's going to forget you're both together and be too shy to ask you out despite that's all he's thinking about. Then you have to remind him, or someone else triggers it.

("I'm so sorry I didn't ask you!" Muichiro pushed a small box of chocolates towards you. "I got you this as an apology if it makes up for it? We'll do anything you want for tonight if you want?)

🌸It's always funny when Muichiro gets sulky or starts moping around when he hears about your boyfriend and how you're gushing over him because he forgot it was him. You like to tease him about it by listing out all the qualities you like about him and the usual praise until Muichiro asks who it is, his jealousy quite obvious.

("You, dummy!"

Muichiro blinked, then groaned, grabbing onto your side and looking up at you pathetically. "Don't play with me like that!")

🌸Of course it's not all fun and games. If this is before he met Tanjiro and regained his memories he can be pretty cold to you when he doesn't remember about your relationship, leading to a lot of things you both have to talk through after a fight.

🌸Worse case scenario is that he still remembers you as a crush, but decides that instead of confessing like before he ought to push you away before you became a weakness, a distraction...someone he'd lose.

🌸After he gets back his memories and becomes more like his old self however, he doesn't forget your relationship anymore, meaning to make up for all the times he did. In fact he flexes it, wanting to tell everyone about the both of you all the time to the point your default face is now "extremely flustered".

🌸Especially when he's jealous, actually.

("I heard that (y/n) has a crush though, do you really think you still stand a chance?"

Muichiro whipped his head around at the sound of the two slayers gossiping in the corner during a break from his training. A slight crease forms between his eyebrows and he decides to go a little harder on them later.

"Nah, it's fine! I'm a hundred per cent confident she'll say yes as long as she isn't dating anyone!"

"But I heard she is," a third slayer joined in, leaning closer conspiratorially. "A Hashira, actually."

The guy in question bursts out laughing. Scumbag. "As if! Don't be so stupid. She's already lucky she could get MY attention."

"Who would want a stupid mizunoto like you?" Muichiro smacked the slayer with the flat of his blade expressionlessly. The other two yelped and scrambled back. "For your information (y/n) got my attention - and now you have mine: go run ten laps around the Estate and if I hear you defile her name again I'll make it a hundred."

He blew a raspberry at the poor wretch as he ran past.)

[namluvili]

I wanna be your lover | seok-jin one shot

this is my first one shot! sorry if its too short or long, i just really liked this idea.

pairing: f!reader x seok-jin (they are fwb)

Word count: 1.4k

!!THIS CONTAINS SMUT!! THIS IS ONLY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES! I DO NOT PERSONALLY THINK OF BTS THIS WAY, warnings below!!

warning(s): drinking, possessive jin, hides his feelings for reader but he sucks at it and its adorable. jin and reader are fwb, jin wants something more but reader doesn't (or does she?), f1ngering, making out, unprotected s3x (pls be safe guys), jin goes down on reader, blowj0b, doggystyle, r1ding, edging, jin has a kink for doing stuff in public, lmk if i forgot anything!

You and jin have been seeing eachother for about 5 months now, but because hes on tour, youve barely been able to see him as much. so it wouldn't hurt to see someone else right? Maybe the bar your going to will have someone that you can quickly get dick from, nothing more.

You put on your sluttiest dress and a thong that can be quickly torn off if it needs to be, but what didnt help was that jin bought it for you. you do your hair and put your heels on and make your way out the door.

You arrive at the bar, quickly looking around to see if you can plot on someone. You see this handsome man sitting at the bar, drinking. You decide to play the 'innocent girl whos never drank before' act and go to sit next to him.

"Hey, ive never seen you here before, are you new or something? want me to buy you a drink?" the man says to you. "Yeah, i never drank before, i dont even know where to start. Names Y/N by the way" you reply to him, chuckling. "oh nice, name is jungkook. nice to meet you Y/N."

Many drinks later, you are feeling very tipsy. Jungkook looks at you with lust in his eyes and puts his hand on your thigh, slowly reaching up your dress. "Damn, no wonder you never came here, people wouldnt know how to react with you." he says before slowly putting his lips up to yours.

You got him. You got him around your finger now. Nows your time to take him home and quickly get it over with. You pull back from jungkook and say, "wanna take this back to my place?" as you put on a smile that could make any man melt at the sight.

"I dont think so, princess." a familar voice says behind you. Fuck, its jin, you are, so. fucked. Jungkook looks up at the man and says, "Damn, You couldve told me you had a boyfriend, or else i wouldnt have even talked to you." he says while walking away. You turn around and say, "Jin what the fuck?! you cant just stalk me like that. Considering i haven't even seen you in 2 fucking weeks. God forbid i get some dick that isn't yours, because i know damn well you got pussy whenever you wanted on your tour." "I didnt actually, all i could do was think about you and the way you used to ride me before i left. Its been way to long without you baby. Do you know how hard it was to not go to the bathroom in the hotel and not jerk off to the thought of you? Ive been missing you and the area between your legs."

"Even still jin! im not your property and i cant just not see anyone whenever im horny and only stick to you. I need to see other people." you say while fighting every urge to not just run out of the bar. "Oh really? Keep those words then. Ill make sure to fuck that attitude out of you." He says while having a look in his eyes that creates a puddle between your legs. Fuck, you could barely keep yourself together, trying to hide the fact thats all you wanted. You wanted him, his dick, and his heart. You wanted to belong to him. And he wanted the same, he wanted you to belong to him. The fire that was between you two wasnt gonna go out anytime soon.

He grabbed your hand and went to the nearest bathroom in the bar. He pushed you against the wall and started attack your lips with his. You couldnt even fight him, you missed him so much deep down that you felt so empty without him inside of you. He props you up onto the sink and holds you by the waist, making his way up to your core. He felt the thong you were wearing and sutomaticly knew it was the one he bought you.

"Wow, you were even gonna try to fuck someone else while wearing this thong i got you while i was away. God, your such a slut arent you?" He said while rubbing your thigh. Before you could even answer he put his finger onto your core. He could feel how wet you were. "Cmon baby, tell me how much of a slut you are, use your words my love." You couldnt even reply, because of his fingers sliding up and down your core. You could only reply with stutters and moans.

"Y-yes jin, im a slut. O-oh god, please. I wont do it again, just please fuck me already." "Oh im sorry? you wont do what again? can you repeat that Y/N?" he asked, and god. the way he said your name, it made you on the brink of cumming and he hasnt even done anything yet. God, you were so in love with this man.

"J-jin please i wont do it again, i wont go to anyone else. only you, a-and if you arent here then ill have to wait. O-oh god.."

He brought up his fingers and said, "Good girl. Now im gonna give you a fucking so good and show you who you belong to." He picked you up and tossed you on his shoulder and walked you out of the bar.

Once back at your place, he tossed you onto your bed and ripped off your dress. He slid his hand down your chest and played with your nipples, which made them hard instantly. He brought his head down and sucked on the left nipple. You were moaning and panting so much that someone wouldve thought you were about to cum. But not jin, he could read you like a book and he knew that these moans were filled with love and lust. He let go of your nipple with a pop and went down to your legs.

He slid off your thong carefully and spread open your legs. "O-oh god jin, please. im so desperate." You said as he looked at you from between your legs. "Oh baby, your in for a night" he said as he started licking your core. He sucked and licked so good that you were seeing stars in your eyes. He was teasing your entrance with his tounge and it made you even more desprate, forming tears in your eyes.

You could hear the slurping and sucking, making you close to just snapping, but he stopped. "Get up and get in doggy-style. I wanna see how good you look for me" You got up and got into the postistion. you could hear his zipper go down and you felt his d1ck press up against your core. He slowly insterted and stretched you out.

"Fuck, i missed this pussy so much you have no idea baby." He said as he let you loosen up for him. "Are you ready baby? Im gonna give you the best fucking of your life." He said as he started pounding into you.

You couldnt even hold yourself up as you were drooling and just laying there. He put his arm underneath you and held you up.

As he kept going harder and faster, you could hear the clapping that was going on between you two. You felt the line in your lower stomach about to snap. He could tell you were about to cum by the way you started clenching around him. "Oh no, not yet baby, you can cum when i let you." He said as he slipped out of you. "This is what bad girls get when they try to get dick from somewhere else."

He flipped you guys over and now you were on top of him. "Ride. Me. Now." he demanded and you started riding. Side to side, up and down, and back and forth. "J-Jin please, im so close. Just let me.."

He snatched your head and pulled it down and looked you deep into your eyes, panting and sweating. "Cum with me. Show me who turns you into a mess and makes you cum around his cock."

And boom. Thats all you needed for that line to snap in your lower stomach. You were shaking around his cock and moaning more then ever. Not to long after, jin was finishing inside of you.

Panting and sweating he picked up your face and said, "I love you Y/N."

"I love you more Jin. I missed you."

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Random request but what about Fo4 companions reactions to a werewolf!Sole (either gender neutral or male idm)? 🙏

Fo4 Companions Reactions to a Werewolf!Sole

➼ Word Count » 1.6k ➼ Warnings » None ➼ Genre » Platonic/Romantic, Werewolf AU

MacCready's surprised when he first sees you turn. You didn't warn him about his when he first accepted your contract? Don't you think that maybe this should've been something you told him? Once you've reverted back to your usual self, he'll have a lot of questions he's going to ask you. First off, should he be cautious? Living in Little Lamplight and being so close to the Mutant vault has made him weary when it comes to evolutionary transformations on humans, and he'd like to know if there are any drawbacks to your ability. Second, who are you? At first, he assumed you'd be like any other client, but this certainly changes things. As interesting and helpful as you're transformation is, he's not one to mess around with anything supernatural and might drop you as a client depending on how long the two of you have known each other. If it happened right away, you're being dropped, but if he's gotten to know you a bit more, then he'll stay, but there's a very clear shift in tone toward the relationship.

Nick isn't sure how he's supposed to feel. It isn't every day you see someone turn from a human to a wolf in a matter of seconds, and he's not quite sure what to say. He'll stare at you silently for a while before settling on something like, "If your nose is as good as Dogmeat's, I might have a job for you." He supposes that you haven't really changed, so there's no need for him to be all uppity about it, but he can't help but find your relationship comical. A robot detective and a werewolf. Sounds like something straight out of the Unstoppables, and anytime you pass a poster or billboard from the pre-war series, he'll point to it and say something like, "Look, it's us."

Cait didn't trust you before and doesn't trust you now. How long will it take before you lose control and start mauling her? Can't hardly trust regular mutts as it is, so what makes you any different from a stray? She's hostile at first, mostly out of fear that you'll kill her, but there's also a part of her that thinks you'd make traveling the wasteland so much more fun. Now, suddenly, she's scheming ways to scare vendors into lowering prices or taking you to raider hideouts so that she can blow off some steam. Give her a few days and she'll quickly warm up to you and your ability. It might come off as disingenuous, but she'll become a lot more open with you. The two of you could really make a name for yourself out here, and she doesn't plan on leaving your side for a long time to come. The Commonwealth could gain a lot from having a few monsters running loose, and who better than the two of you?

Danse might actually shoot you on sight if you turn in front of him. To him, your transformation is an abomination, and he believes you need to be neutralized before you wreak havoc on anyone. He does it sorrowfully, but he sees it as something that must be done, even if you are someone he's considerably close to. If he finds out after Blind Betrayal, he'll just be incredibly uncomfortable around you, but he won't put you down. It makes him feel guilty, but he just finds the entire thing to be so unnatural and out of touch with humanity. Killing you is for the greater good, at least to him.

Preston didn't know what to think when he saw you change somewhere around the size of the deathclaw you were fighting. He gripped his musket tighter, afraid that you'd try and attack the settlers next. He wasn't sure what to do. You technically saved him and the rest of the people he was with, but there was a part of him that feared what you would do if you got too close. He stays with you despite it, not wanting to judge too quickly, but he's hesitant about the decision. He keeps his position as general until he feels he knows you better, but he wouldn't mind if you stayed with them in Sanctuary. He still doesn't trust you fully, never really sleeping in fear of what will happen when that same moon comes out again and you turn into that monster you were in Concord. It takes a while for him to warm up to you - he's got people he needs to protect, after all. As long as you stand with him and his cause, he won't have any trouble. The Minutemen could use soldiers like you anyway.

Codsworth was... confused? He's known you for years and hadn't ever noticed this change. He feels ashamed that he didn't find out sooner and would be devastated. But, fear not! He'll make it up to you by taking you to the best pet stores in the Commonwealth! He knows them all by heart, just in case you and your spouse ever decide to get a pet, and.. maybe something in there will help?

Piper will approach you slowly when she first sees you turn. You're not exactly what she remembers you looking like, but you're still the same person.. right? You won't eat her or anything? Once the initial shock disappears, she'll start having a field day with you. She'll say things about how "you were prettier as a human" or "can you smell yourself as well? Or...?" (she thinks you stink). You're definitely interview material, and she wastes no time asking you about when approximately you discovered you could do this? And does it have any limitations? There's no stopping the press, especially when having you around keeps critics off her back.

There's never a moment where Curie fears you. She instead just walks up to you and starts petting you, too excited to care about the possible dangers that could arise by doing so. She'll want to run so many tests on you. Not in a mean, exploitative way, but in a way where she can learn more about what it is that's causing you to do this. Is it radiation? A chemical imbalance? Or maybe it's a product of an evolutionary disease she's yet to hear of? Either way, she thinks it's vitally important for her to gain knowledge on it so that she's prepared if it ever becomes an issue in the future.

Strong is so happy when he sees it happen. Finally, the human is strong and has some kind of natural fighting instinct to rely on. He assumes you're just a different kind of mutant and is ecstatic to see it happen. He'll come to view you as the one true leader he should follow and would do literally anything you said.

Hancock thought he was tripping balls when he watched you turn from a regular guy into... well, whatever you were. He doesn't even realize how long he's been staring at you until you're shifting back. His first reaction is to sling his arm around your shoulder and ask if you saw that too. He's genuinely so confused and ecstatic all at once, and he's not sure what to do about it. All you need to know is that he doesn't think any differently about you and that he thinks it's one of the coolest things out here in the Commonwealth, even if he still doesn't believe he saw what he saw.

Deacon just laughs nervously the first time he sees you shift. Out of everything that could've happened, this is what... happened? He's incredibly confused. All his knowledge of history and old-world books did NOT prepare him for this, and it's making him a tad anxious. He'll watch you for a while out of curiosity and slight concern until you finally turn back. He'll grab your shoulders firmly and tell you to never do that around HQ 'cause they wouldn't recognize you and shoot you on sight, but that you should do that around HQ 'cause it'd be funny. After the initial confusion wears off, he'll take you straight to Tinker Tom. He just knows he'll have a field day with you, and neither of you were doing anything that important anyway.

X6-88 would've exterminated you long ago If it weren't for the fact you're related to Father. He thinks you'd do much better as a lab experiment than as the Institute's leader, mostly because he thinks you're contaminating in some way, and who knows how long it'll take before you run amok throughout the bunker. He'll keep quiet about it, though. It's not his place to say anything, so he won't, but he doesn't like or trust you in any capacity.

Old Longfellow starts firing at you the moment he turns to see you're changed form. It's not on purpose or out of any ill intent, it's just his survival instincts coming into play. Whenever he sees a beast like that emerging from the fog, he doesn't know what else to do but shoot at it. If you live, he'll just sheepishly apologize and tell you not to do that again, at least not while he's around. He's not here for games, and he can't tell who he's supposed to kill when you look similar to the Yao Guai's of Far Harbor. So, no more of that.

Gage isn't really sure what to think. He's just hoping the other gangs will be alright with it. After a while, it might grow on him. You being a werewolf fits nicely in the rugged raider aesthetic most of them have going on, and the stories that come out of people seeing you make the park seem more dangerous than it probably is. It helps keep others away, and he's glad for that.

[ltbarnes]

Resurrection Chapter 5

Summary: Bucky Barnes was only nineteen when the lives of his parents and little sister were taken right in front of him by the ruthless members of the Odinson mob. His father’s mistakes have turned Bucky into a vengeful and cold shell of the charming boy he once was, now deeply rooted in the criminal lifestyle of the Stark mafia. Sudden attacks ignite the conflict between the two forces of the city, refueling the rivalry that has been rather tame for years. Nine years since Bucky’s life fell apart, he finds it shattering once more when what was supposed to be long dead returns to the living.

Pairing: brother!mafia!Bucky Barnes x adopted!sister!reader, mafia!Thor Odinson x reader, mafia!Loki Odinson x reader, eventual Steve Rogers x reader

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: irritated men in traffic, Bucky is absolutely devastated, guns, people being shot, violence

A/N: it’s been a while since I updated this lol

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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"Fuck!"

Sam slams his hand against the horn for the third time since they left the old factory. He knows it's not helping anything, because this traffic jam is not dissolving anytime soon. It's just frustration being let out in a way that doesn't involve hurting people.

Forty minutes—that's how long they've been crawling forward in the midst of hundreds of cars driving. Both his and T'Challa's phones are dead and they are four hours away from where they want to be.

"The clouds are dark. It will be storming soon," T'Challa speaks up, elbow leaning against the window and his chin leaning against his palm.

"No shit, Sherlock. They've been warning about this fucking storm for a week."

"No need for that kind of language, Wilson. We are both frustrated, I am aware," he answers. "I also know that we have to let the others know about what we heard."

"Bucky and Stark are probably on their way to murder all of 'em already. But I can't say I blame them."

"It would be a waste of life. The Odinsons weren't the one to sabotage for us. And if I might say—Thor and Loki are both respectful towards the young girl. Treat her like a sister."

"Yeah, and we didn't blow up a goddamn garage either. Someone is setting both of us up."

Large raindrops begin to splatter down onto the windshield, slowly, until they fall so rapidly nothing can be seen through it. Sam sighs in defeat, slumping in his seat. They're not getting anywhere soon, and bad things are going to happen because of it.

It's crucial that they know about the Odinsons and their innocence, at least in this case. No one is denying that they are morally disturbed people and that they have sabotaged millions of dollars worth of property for the Starks, but this warehouse wasn't blown up by them. And the Starks had nothing to do with their destroyed garage.

Someone is trying to cause conflict between the two clans, start the war that has been brewing for a long time. But quite frankly, Stark has made it perfectly clear that he has no interest in a thing like that. But ultimately, soon it might get to a point where it's inevitable. This information could prevent a hell of a lot of people dying in unnecessary battle.

"Do you think it's those guys—what was their name again? The ones who had Bucky?" Sam asks, resting his hand on the wheel while pressing the back of his head against the seat.

"Hydra? Well, yes, I believe so. It would be the most plausible option," T'Challa answers, eyes set on the never ending queue in front of them.

Unfortunately, they are completely jammed in. Cars surround them from all sides. Sam has a thought or two of ripping someone's car door open and stealing their phone so he can call someone back home. T'Challa would have him face down on the wet asphalt before he could do anything like it, though.

He thinks about Bucky. That goddamn misery on his face, the excruciating realization that someone he thought was dead for a decade has suddenly turned up as if she was never gone. Even through all of the shit they give each other, Bucky is his friend. Shit like this—it's a pain he could never even imagine. If Sam's big sister was shot right in front of him and held captive for this many years, he would burn down the entire world to get her back. He understand that more than anyone.

And god, he barely wants to think about what you could have been put through during all of these years. These big men getting their hands on a little girl associated with the enemy. It's nauseating. But you looked comfortable—joked with these men as if they were your siblings.

Deep down, Sam has a feeling that they actually took care of you, kept you away from harm and shown you the kindness that a young girl deserves. You looked safe from harm and healthy, comfortable enough to talk about personal issues with three grown men. But despite if this is the true version, it could never justify shooting and kidnapping a goddamn child. Their bullets tore through your mother, their hands put your father's body in the river. Their men made you almost bleed out right in front of your brother. That kind of shit isn't just forgiven, even in the world Sam lives in. Especially not in the world Sam lives in.

Yeah, Sam is fucking pissed off on that entire system of assholes both for his own and Bucky's sake. But they sure didn't blow up that Stark warehouse. If he's right, both the Odinsons and the Starks have a much larger enemy to defeat than each other. Hydra is back, and they might be more dangerous than they previously thought.

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It's chaos at the compound.

Bucky and Natasha arrived to the news of Rhodes being shot while out taking a fucking walk. They came with the gift of his little sister being alive and captured by the Odinsons. Daring to say that the two of them didn't really hear anything because Bucky had a panic attack before they found anything out is not in his blood. Instead, the excuse of these news being urgent is explanation enough for Stark. Besides, Sam and T'Challa will be here soon.

These feelings are dangerous, he knows. The ones where he can barely see anything through the blind rage. His limbs are restless, longing for a windpipe to crush underneath the strength of his hand. He always does something reckless to jeapordize the mission whenever he feels like this.

He's still standing in the lobby, watching all the people run back and forth, up and down the stairs. Shoulders bump into his side, sending him stumbling while blinking furiously. What was he supposed to do now again?

The rage quickly manifests into tears. Slipping down slowly on his cheeks, falling to the shiny floor with a quiet drop. Bucky is overwhelmed by it all and doesn't know what to do except stand there surrounded by the people who can take action in a time of distress.

"Hey, come with me," a soft voice whispers with a hand to his shoulder. He doesn't even flinch, bring out the aversion to touch his body so naturally has developed through the years.

Thinking too much about wether or not to follow the orders is beyond him, and he follows along with the gentle guidance of Natasha until the large lobby becomes a smaller kitchen. Away from the bustling and running, the people.

A chair is pulled out, placed underneath Bucky with her hand pushing him down to a seat. It's ridiculously rare that Natasha shows this level of care and attention with him. They have a relationship of pushing each other into walls while walking and shutting the fuck up unless they have something important to say. Part of why he likes her—she doesn't expect anything from him.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, you know? You are allowed to cry. You're allowed to be angry and want to cut them up to fucking pieces for what they have done to you," she says, standing in front of him with a hand on his shoulder, looking up through her lashes. "We will get revenge. But you have to get yourself together first. We'll go tonight so you'll have a few hours to sort through things."

"Y/n is..." Bucky's gaze is unfocused, blue eyes clouded by confusion and unshed tears. "My sister—"

"Y/n is fine right now. We will get her back. I swear to you on Yelena's fucking vest that I will do everything in my power to get that girl back to you safe."

Bucky blinks away the haze until his lips manage to quirk up just slightly. He knows how serious it is when Yelena's vest comes into question. Nat's sister would throw herself into fire if it meant getting her vest back unscathed.

"I just—I think I need to be alone," he whispers, swallowing the onslaught of tears wanting to claw their way out of him.

"Yeah, okay. Of course. I'll talk to the guys and fill them in, get a few of them ready to come with us. Need to track the bastards down too."

Bucky nods, wiping underneath his nose with the sleeve of his jacket. He hasn't even thought of the fact that they don't know where you and the Odinsons are.

Natasha leaves the room after a single pat to his shoulder. One that's rid of sentimentality but shows she cares nonetheless. Bucky is glad that he at least have someone to be rational for him in these moments, because he's entirely and completely lost.

He doesn't really know how to feel. About four hours have passed since he saw your face again. It's a constant battle of anger and resentment against elation, interrupted by these horrible waves of simple sadness. He's just sad.

Bucky missed so many years of your life because of those people. He could have taken care of you—bought the two of you a small house somewhere outside of the city and maybe get a dog for you to play with. Take you to dance recitals and help you with math tests and yell at you for sneaking out to be with your friends. Things a big brother to someone with no parents left should do for his little sister. Instead he has wasted five years being reckless in the military and one year in captivity, just to spend another three years being reckless in a fucking mob. Countless people have died under his hand, triple the amount tortured and threatened. You would be so disappointed to know what he has been up to—your Jamie (he always acted like he hated that nickname) that you looked up to so much has gone ahead and ruined his own fucking life.

And his mom—he prays that there isn't a heaven where she's looking down at him if only it could save her from knowing what he's done. Her little baby girl shot, kidnapped and held captive for almost half of her life. Her only son throwing away all that potential in the aftermaths of his grief. When it comes to what his father thinks of him, he's never cared particularly much. Bucky knew George was a scumbag since he was a little boy and were much happier whenever his dad wasn't around. He made it his mission to protect you and his ma from the unsteady temper of Mr. Barnes already as a twelve-year old.

But would he care? George was never happy about his wife's wish for another child, prolonged for so many years that she grew too old for another one biologically. After a year of persuasion he caved in and let his wife take in a parent-less baby that desperately needed someone to take care of her. It wasn't enough that George didn't want another kid to begin with—he loathed the idea of a daughter.

His aversion towards you was clear from the beginning, but Bucky still wonders if he would have cared that you've been kidnapped for so long by the enemy if he was still alive. Maybe to keep up appearances, he would grieve publicly. But any effort to retrieve you behind the scenes would be half-assed at most. He was a coward, and daring to cross the Odinsons would be too much for him. Bucky doesn't know all this for sure, but it makes him hate his dead father even more. He hopes you didn't feel the absence of his father's love, that the affection he and your mother showed was enough to make up for it.

The kitchen chair he sits on is uncomfortable. Expensive designer furniture or not, Tony has a horrible knack for choosing style over comfort. It makes Bucky mad. And then it reminds him that some people like the uncomfortable. Steve, for example. That punk has been throwing himself at fists and boots to the stomach ever since he was a kid. But Steve is his best friend and god, he should really call him. Steve should know about you. He has been Bucky's rock through all of it—he was there when it happened, for god's sake.

Yes, Steve has a right to know about your being alive and all that. But that does not make Bucky pick up the phone and call the guy. Speaking it out loud like this, to someone on the outside of it all, feels too real. It solidifies the fact that he has failed you spectacularly for nearly a decade and Steve is going to know that. He might not ever say it, but he is going to be disappointed and angry with Bucky for never trying harder to find your body.

So no, today might not be the right time. He is going to get you back tonight, settle himself down into the reality of your return and then he will tell Steve. No excuses.

Almost an hour passes by before someone else enters the kitchen to the sight of him having his head leaning against the palms of his hands, elbows planted on the marble kitchen island, staring into the intricate pattern of the stone counter. The clock strikes 16:55 as Bucky raises his gaze for just a second to check whoever's bothering his peace.

"Hi, uh, hello—Bucky. Mr. Barnes," Peter stutters as he moves slowly towards the refrigerator.

Parker is a relatively new recruit. Mostly assists Stark with a bunch of bullshit tasks, but that's how you prove yourself loyal. And despite the impossibility of it, the boss seems to have a soft spot for this kid. He's what? 20, 21? It's the youngest they have in the immediate circle.

"I heard about your sister. I'm sorry about that. Hope—I really hope you get her back. Safe," he continues, eyes everywhere but on the stone-faced Bucky. "Actually, Mr. Stark said I might get to drive everyone to the restaurant. Be the getaway driver, you know?"

"Restaurant?"

Bucky perks up from his slumped figure, now entirely focused on the flushed kid with his hand around the fridge handle. Might rip it off soon if he doesn't relax—he's much too nervous around everyone to appear tough.

"Uh, yeah—apparently they're going to be at some restaurant at like, seven. Snowflake, or Frosty or something like that. Never heard of it."

The chair scrapes against the floor as Bucky pushes away from the counter. Not a glance, a goodbye, or a thank you even, comes from his mouth before he barges out of the kitchen.

He bumps into Pietro on his way up the stairs, a mumbled 'sorry' from his lips as the silver-haired man follows his hasty figure with a curious stare. The news have spread around the house by now, but Natasha threatened everyone with a good beating if they bothered Bucky. Those instructions did not reach Peter.

The Bifrost. Surely that must've been the restaurant the kid was talking about. A popular one, but if people in this city knew who it actually belonged to their costumers would scatter. Now that he knows where you're going to be he has a hard time restraining himself from jumping into the car and driving away with only a handgun and two knives to accompany him. But he knows Natasha was right.

Voices and laughter sound from the medical room down the hall. Rhodey seems to have drawn half of the people in this house to him, seeing as some even stand in the hallway due to lack of space. Surely he can't already be awake.

It grows quiet as Bucky pushes himself forward, earning an offended scoff from Yelena as she trips over her own feet. Bucky steadies her with his arm without even sparing her a glance.

To his surprise, Rhodes lies awake, though groggy, hooked up to a heart monitor and IV. He looks fucking exhausted, but there's still a smile to his face.

"You doing alright?" Bucky mumbles, casting a stoic glance around the people surrounding him. It's clear he's the elephant in the room, despite the half-dead man at the center of it.

"Never better," Rhodey answers with a thumb's up. Looped up, that's for sure.

Bucky gives a single nod in answer, crossing his arms over his chest. He may act all unbothered, stoic even, but he's glad Rhodes is okay. He's been a good man to him so far, smart, rational. They need him on this team, mostly to keep Tony grounded.

"Good. Good," he whispers before gulping, glancing down to the floor.

He can almost feel the sympathetic looks everyone gives him. Bucky hates it, but somewhere he knows it's because they care.

"Right. We should get back to business," Nat says, nodding towards the door. "Need to know which ones are coming with tonight. Thinking we'll go through it now."

Several people shuffle out of the sterile room into the dark hallway, leaving Tony, Pepper and Happy left with Rhodes. The latter probably won't notice the sudden clearing of space with how much morphine he's on.

Red hair leads the way towards a meeting room on the other side of the upper level. An oversized table stretches out from wall to wall lined with bookshelves of unread books, surrounded by thirty ridiculously expensive oak chairs. Tony made it a point to explain how much he sacrifices for everyone's best, when everyone knows he just likes to splurge.

Bucky nearly, almost, feels emotional when he sees how many sit themselves down to help him rescue his sister. A person they don't even know, simply because of how much you mean to him.

Yelena, Nat, Pietro, Wanda, Coulson, Shuri, Vision, Marc, Maria, Brock. All these people care enough about Bucky to care about you. He knows Sam and T'Challa would be here too if they weren't so goddamn slow. Bird-brain probably stopped for some fucking iced coffee and got stuck in a Target. Apparently haven't answered any of Nat's texts or calls either. Better be goddamn alive.

Okoye and Carol are out trying to figure out who the hell shot one of their own. Bucky feels bad that he's taking away manpower from that, even though he simultaneously wants to gather every damn person in the world willing to fight for his sister. This is the most important thing for Bucky, ever.

"So, Bifrost, huh? Gonna be easy to get in. Never have much security," Shuri says as soon as everyone's seated.

"We don't know that. My source tells me the whole inner circle's going tonight," Nat answers. "We have to gear up either way. Be prepared."

Bucky soon zones out, only listening when any mention of an actual plan comes up. The image of your arms wrapped around yourself, tears wetting your cheeks, displays at the forefront of his mind in a constant loop. That you might've had that expression every day destroys him. This life that he leads—if he knew you were alive he would have kept you as far away from it as possible. It's not something you should grow up with. He and his ma shielded you from a lot when you were a child, to the point where you didn't even have a clue about what your father did.

All of that effort seems pretty pointless now, when you've grown up in an environment even worse. Hell, Bucky can't offer you much better. But at least you will be loved. Protected. God, Bucky would spend the rest of his life by your side if you needed him to. Maybe he could convince Tony to get you into some prestigeful university so you could get a good education and make something of yourself. Take you and Steve to Coney Island on the weekends.

"Yes, yes. Natasha, you have gone over this three times. We understand," Shuri says, interrupting his deep train of thought with her irritated exclamation. She hasn't really inherited the near royal politeness her brother possesses. "Now, where the hell is my brother? Four hours late."

"That голубь probably crashed the car, I swear," Yelena says, an amused grin playing on her lips.

"It's a rainstorm outside and 5 pm traffic. They're probably just stuck. Phone battery dead," Nat says. "They'll be back soon."

"I suppose we are to get ready soon if we are leaving in twenty minutes." Vision leans forward in his seat, searching for Nat's eye contact. She answers with a nod, pushing her chair out from the table.

"Coulson and Hill, you go fetch the kid and make him warm up the cars. Visit the arsenal while you're at it, too."

"Yes, ma'am," Coulson says with that familiar content smile on his lips.

People start to trickle out, cleaning their knives and stretching their limbs in preparation. Things could be easier than expected or end up in straight war, but they throw themselves at the opportunity anyway. This is family, by now.

"I'll go with Hill and Coulson," Brock speaks up for the first time during the meeting with a few fingers raised nonchalantly, as if he's asking a question in the classroom.

Bucky has to resist from rolling his eyes. He's never really gone along well with Rumlow. Sure, everyone in this damn mansion has a predisposition for violence but that man just thrives in it. Always smiles a little too much while plunging a knife into someone's neck. Narcissistic bastard, as well. Of course he wants to handle the weapons. Probably just coming along for the opportunity to shoot an Odinson in the head.

"Why are you telling me?" Nat answers with a glare. "Just go."

When it's just him and her left in the room, a quietness falls over the space that is suffocating him. He's anxious beyond compare. What if they don't succeed? If you're left there while your only potential rescuers get shot to death or captured themselves? Things can't go wrong tonight.

"You gonna be okay?" Nat asks from where she's sitting on the other side of the table. "If you think it's too much, we can do it without y—"

"No. Not a chance in hell," he seethes. "I'm going to get my sister back."

"Well, okay then. Let's go."

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It's 7:30 PM when three sleek, black cars pull up outside of the coveted, Odinson-owned restaurant. The windscreens are dark enough for the security guards standing in the entrance to not see through. When they do see, it's too late to send warnings inside to their bosses.

Bloody knuckles and knocked out men instead lie just outside of the lavish doors, courtesy of one Brock Rumlow with the assistance of Marc Spector. Yelena whines about them not leaving anyone left for her. Natasha scolds her for the lack of patience. Bucky just stares through the darkened glass doors while bringing out his gun.

These are the last moments of his life where he can still wonder about what having you in his life again will be. In an hour he will either be dead or you will sit next to him in a car. You might not recognize him, might be scared, might hate him for leaving you here all these years. But goddamn it, if he isn't going to give it his all to get the both of you out of this restaurant alive.

A firm hand lands on his shoulder, squeezing in silent affirmation. Bucky's act of indifference is fooling no one. Not even the kid who drove the car all the way here.

"It'll be alright," Vision says.

And Bucky nods, because even if his fear tells him otherwise he knows you will no longer be stuck. In his very bones.

Maria pushes forward after Pietro gives her the okay—he's surveyed the perimeters. Everyone is gathered inside. She turns her head over her shoulder, hands grasped around her gun. The sound of weapons being loaded reminds Bucky of a falling domino.

"Alright, guys. Enter in three, two, one..."

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CHAPTER 6

[our-destiny]

Not sure what to title this, but it's dark/yandere Bucky and a hint of pervert!Bucky. The ending is super rushed and as always this is super self indulgent and not well written <3 readers gender is not specified

Trigger warnings: Stalking, violence (not towards reader), killing, male masturbation, Buckys filthy thoughts, stealing, mention of reader masturbating, implied noncon at the end - if I missed anything please let me know

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Bucky, who's still getting used to the new world, the Winter Soldier progamming not quite gone yet, lost in this unfamiliar world until he meets you. He doesn't really understand social norms, so when he feels a need to protect you and be around you, he does just that.

He follows you around, not really trying to hide it, and stares at you openly from across the room.

He convinced Tony to put your room next to his (or changed rooms so he could be next to you idk) so he could always listen to you and make sure you're okay. He learns your schedule and follows it, always trailing behind you like your shadow.

In the morning he would let himself into your room. If you were still asleep he would sit and watch you, when you awoke and asked what the hell he was doing, he would just stare, saying nothing. After the first few times this happened you started locking your door at night, which did nothing because he would just break the lock. Though he stopped after Steve told him off for it, so now he just stands outside your door waiting for you. He'd wait for you to get ready before following walking with you to breakfast. When you sit down to eat he makes sure he's sitting next to you, kicking someone out of their seat if need be, and also makes sure no one else is sitting on the other side of you. When eating he still stares at you, only ever glancing away, almost as if you would disappear at any moment. He follows you around the rest of the day, joining you in the gym, following you when you go out to eat. He's always there, always watching.

When you go to your room, he leaves you be. Steve told him that you needed some privacy and alone time, so when you shut the door in his face he goes to his room next door. He's not too worried about you getting hurt since he can hear everything you're doing in there. If someone were to come over to your room, he would first lean against his door, listening to your conversation with them, holding his trusty gun ready to attack if they tried to hurt you. When they left he would calm down and open his door to check up on you, once he knows you're okay he'll go back into his room. However if you were to invite them into your room, he wouldn't allow that, immediately storming out of his room and into yours, ready to tell the other person to get the fuck out. You see he doesn't like leaving you alone, let alone leaving you alone with another person, he has to be next to you or at least have you in his sight. You can convince him to let them stay, as long as you also let him stay in your room to watch over you, but if you don't say anything he will demand they leave and will make it physical if he has to.

He doesn't like it when other people touch you or gets too close to you. After so long with Hydra he doesn't understand that touches can be friendly, anytime someone touches you he thinks they're out to hurt you. If anyone tries to touch you Bucky will stand between you two and glare at them until they either leave or back off. If someone does put their hand on you, even if it's just a friendly pat on the back, he'll almost break their wrist while getting them off of you.

Bucky does give you some personal space depending on where you are. If you're in a room that's not very crowded then he'll be further away, but if you're at a party or something else where there's a lot of people, he'll stand really close to you. Your back will be pressed against his chest and you can feel him breathing down your neck, you might as well be sitting in his lap because he's so close.

He doesn't talk much, either. Or at all actually. If he does speak it's probably to tell someone to go away or stop touching you. But he likes listening to you. Anything you say to him, or just say in general, he'll remember even if it seems like he's not listening.

He almost thinks of you as his handler. Like you own him or control him, or like he has some sort of duty to protect you and follow your commands. If you mention that someone was annoying you today, that night while you're sleeping he'll go and kill them for you. Bucky won't follow out every command you give him, there's stuff he won't budge on when it comes to your safety. Such as he won't stop following you, and he won't let anyone touch you. You could trick him to leave you alone if you tell him to wait somewhere and then make a run for it, but after a few minutes he'll start to worry that you're in danger and go find you. And he will find you, he's trained to track people down so you won't be away from him for long. Your safety comes above everything for him, including your word, so he won't let people touch you. No matter what you say. If someone tries to touch you, you can talk him out of hurting them or killing them, by just telling him to leave it be but he still won't let them lay a hand on you.

He's not completely honest with you. There's some stuff you don't know about, like how he kills anyone he deems a threat, and how he comes into your room at night, picks the lock if he has to, just to watch you sleep, and hear you breathe. There's something about how peaceful you look, how unaware you are when you sleep that he can't get enough of. Maybe it's just that he likes seeing you safe and comfortable, maybe he just likes the idea of him having your life in his hands, the choice of whether to be your protector or your abuser. Maybe he's just happy that he found a reason to live now, a person to take care of. Either way he sits and watches you sleep, like a loyal guard dog.

You also don't know how much of a pervert Bucky is. How he lets himself into your room when you're not there, lays on your bed, getting lost in your scent. He can't help but touch himself, to grind against the mattress imagining it was you underneath him, you he was thrusting his cock into, cuming on your sheets leaving a sticky residue. He pokes around and steals a few things to add to his collection, finding your underwear drawer and jerking off again with a pair pressed against his nose before stealing a few to use later. He's so horny for you whenever he's alone he can't stop thinking about your body, he cums at least five times a day now because of you. When he wakes up he immediately rubs one out, in the shower, when he goes to bed, anytime he's alone. Remember how I said he can hear everything you do when you're in your room? He can hear you masturbate, and touches himself to the sound of you, talking to you as if you could hear him. It takes all of his will power not to just take you whenever he pleases, he thinks about it though. When he watches you while you're asleep he thinks about just having a little taste, wondering if you'd wake up if he were to slip his cock into you. When you're in the gym he thinks about pulling down your workout pants and fucking you, doesn't matter if anyone else is there. When you eat breakfast he imagines fucking your face. He's just so horny for you.

Eventually he snaps, kidnapping you and locking you away in a cabin far into the woods, finally able to act out all of his desires and keep you safe by his side <3

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Blade is just the sweetest uncle! Can we see when Blade first met little Otto? ☺️🥺 -🦋

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Your Babies

Summary: Blade meets Otto

Pairings: Blade Drysdale X Otto

Rating: floof

Warnings: Otto, tender Blade, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

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Blade sits in the waiting room, leg bouncing, and hands unable to stop moving. His eyes keep looking back towards Story's room until falling back to the floor, "Son, breathe," Ransom says, calmly resting a warm hand on his leg. "She and the baby are fine."

"We just haven't...haven't, haven't heard anything," his worried eyes look back at the door. "You think...think, think she's fine?"

"They're both fine. If there was a problem Carter would have been out here. Breathe," Ransom remind his son. "You can't go in there having an attack, because then Story will feel the need to calm you."

"Why does..." Blade takes a deep slow breath before looking up at his dad, and then at you, "Why does he get to be in there?"

"Oh, Bladey, baby you know why he's in there. Story needs him," you rest a hand on Ransom's leg when you feel his agitation get higher, "Come on you two, he sleeps in the bed with her. Don't act like you don't think she's going to be treating Carter like he's the father."

"We still have the DNA test," Ransom's hand scratches at his jaw. Things will get much uglier before they get better. He doesn't have anytime to think, because Carter opens the door with the biggest smile, and tear stained cheeks. Everyone in the waiting area stands, but he looks right at Blade.

"Blade, there's someone that wants to meet you," Carter holds out a hand to guide Blade inside the room to see his baby holding her own baby. Staring down at the beautiful bundle with the sweetest fondness and her own tracks of her tears.

"There's your uncle Blade, Otto," she stares up at Blade, barely able to see him with the tears that still fill her eyes. "Blade, you wanna say hey to your nephew?"

Walking over to her bedside, she pats the mattress, and he sits down with her. Pressing a soft kiss on her head as he stares down at Otto. The tiniest little thing, seeming even smaller than Posie was. But then the little baby boy squeaks and opens his eyes and it's like seeing Story's life flash before his eyes. From the moment he first laid his eyes on his baby, he had a special bond with her.

Seeing her grow up with health troubles, to thinking she was grown and having even bigger troubles, and now here she sits smiling down at the most precious thing he's ever seen in his life and he's speechless. "You not going to say anything?" she asks and he can only shake his head no, "Wanna hold him?"

Extending his arms, he holds them out to grab ahold of him. Cradling that little ball of blue fluff in his arms, and Story just leans over on his shoulder, stealing peaks at Carter but always looking down at her baby boy. "He's perfect."

"I mean I think so, but he's mine," nearly falling asleep on Blade's shoulder, Carter walks over to get her to lean back. "I'm fine."

"Story, get some sleep. After you wake up everyone can meet him. No one is going to take him."

"You promise?" her blue eyes look up at Carter who slowly nods his head, holding onto her hand while she drifts asleep.

Blade looks at the two of them, and just how tender he is with Story. Been wanting to say a lot of things, and ask even more. Picking out Otto's hand from the blanket, he plays with his little fingers, "So what's going on between you two?" he asks without looking up from Otto.

"I'm just here," Blade huffs out a laugh, and finally looks at Carter who just softly watches Story. "What?"

"Do you love her?"

"Of course."

"You two sleep in the same bed."

"Yeah, that's all we do. I'm letting her lead our relationship. I don't want to push, she lost Dayton. She lost Otto's dad, and even though I feel that he's mine, he's not. She might not have loved Dayton, but she had feelings for him. She's vulnerable, and I'm just here."

"Don't hurt her," Blade fully looks at Carter. With the most serious face he can give him. "I didn't know what happened last time, but I do now. Don't you hurt my baby sister. She won't be able to handle it."

"Blade, I can promise you something right now. Her and that little boy are the only thing I care about. I will never hurt her or him. They're my everything."

"Good. We're at an understanding," he stands to place the sleeping Otto in Carter's arm. Carter holds on tight to the little baby, staring at him like he is a part of the planets that make up his universe. "They're yours now. Your babies."

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❛ THE SHOT ❜

Final chapter of ‘Someone you loved’ with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza.

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 1.5k

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You are already tucked in your bed, pajamas on, lights off and your body almost asleep in a concrete position, when your phone starts to ring. No way. You're not going to move, not even your eyelashes, so you try to ignore it until it stops to sound. The music disappears at the same time that your room is immersed again in the darkness, with the blinds completely rolled down. Burying your face in the pillow, you grumble with a hoarse sound that is born deep down in your throat, when the call happens again. Palming your nightstand to grab the phone, opening one eye, you read your father's name on the screen. Closing it again, you answer placing the phone over your ear. No hand holding it, just resting on it.

“Wha'?” You mutter with a sleepy tone.

“Need you to come to Vicki's house”.

“And I need to die, but life ain't fair, dad”.

“Riz has been shot”.

Suddenly sitting up, it takes you only one damn second to toss the blankets to the floor and jump out of your bed. With your heart about to have an attack, pumping faster than it can handle, you don't even change your clothes but put on a pair of sneakers. Running to the entrance, you only grab your keys and the black helmet from the coat rack. Wearing it, you continue the fast strides to your motorcycle. Your fingers are shaking, your throat is dry and your mind is totally blank. Turning on the engine, you speed up joining the road, knowing the way to Vicki's house better than the club's one.

You have never been a believer, but you're praying every single prayer you know. As if Bishop had confirmed to you that he is dead or about to, the day you met plays in front of your eyes like the scene of a movie. Exceeding the speed limit without caring about encountering a patrol, you cross the Calexico desert in the middle of the night. Darkness all around, with the moonlight barely illuminating your path, soon you can glimpse a row of houses, with a lot of motorbikes and a van parked there. Throwing yours to the floor after turning off the engine, you jump the stairs coming desperately into the house.

“RIZ? RIZ! DAD!”

You can't stop yelling, trying to find someone when you notice that the house is empty. All the lights are one, but there's no one inside it. Your gaze is blurred because of the bunch of tears you're uttering. Your throat now is filled up with a lot of saliva, feeling the anxiety hitting your body. Going upstairs, you open every door there. Nothing.

“RIZ! ARIZA!”

You're losing your temper, coming back to the living room to continue to the kitchen.

“DAD! DAD, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Almost choking with the tears flooding onto your lips, hiccuping with an incessant surf of pain breaking within your chest, you palm your torso and your thighs looking for your phone. But you don't have it. Remembering to have left it forgotten on your bed. Grabbing the landline and dialing the number, you wait for your father to answer. The tones pass you to the voicemail, after an endless waiting, tossing the device over the counter. You're about to falter, pressing a hand close to your collarbone. That grief feels like if something is breaking inside you into hundreds and hundreds of pieces. Turning around over your own steps, looking everywhere, you try to focus. To think about where else you can go. Your legs move this time to the rear door, straight to the back yard. The silent outside is literally killing you, touring the alley until flooding into the courtyard.

With parted lips and almost shocking, you look at the small light bulbs hanging from the walls and the trees. Frowning confused, you can't remember if that kind of lighting was there last time you came. But you don't even care. There's nothing much to roam to, cleaning your tears with the back of your hand, you turn again with the intention of coming back to the house and call Bishop again. The angst is clotting the blood inside your veins, barely filling your lungs with the fresh air of the desert, trying to figure out where the hell are the crew. Their bikes are there, so they can't be too far.

“Don't hit me, please”.

At that exact moment, your heart stops pumping for two seconds. Riz is in front of you, some steps away. Both hands raised, in case he has to defend himself, and a worried gesture on his face. Your eyes travel all around his anatomy, looking for blood, a wound, anything. But he is okay. He looks like he's fine. Bowing down your head and covering your face with both hands, your loud becomes louder. You don't have to be a genius to know that your father has played a dirty and macabre game on you. The knot within your stomach disappears, but the sorrow is still installed on its mouth. Two arms embrace you slowly, feeling his fingertips sliding on your back until he can finally hold you against his chest.

“Sorry”. He whispers with a broken tone of voice. “It wasn't my idea, but… you have been a week without answering my calls or my texts… Bishop thought it was the only option to make you come”.

You don't utter a single word. You can. You're still immersed into the shock of their lies and the pain they have provoked you. And you are not sure at all about how many time you have been just like that, letting Riz hug you in silence; caressing your back, your hair, your head. Soft and gentle moves that comforts and calms you. Slowly pulling himself away, he holds your hands by intertwining his fingers with yours, guiding you to a hammock. Sitting by your side, he cleans your tears left stuck on your cheeks, and you can't help but cling your arms around his neck again. You have missed him more than anything in your life. These days without knowing anything about him, without seeing him, without hearing his voice, has been the worst time you have been through. His scent is intense, swelling up your lungs by having a deep breath of it with your nose sink on his neck. Feeling like this gesture is bringing you back to life.

Riz kisses your cheeks, your temples, your forehead, all your face. And cupping it onto his hands, with the cold rings pressed against your skin, he places his lips on yours to your surprise. But he doesn't move. He just stays like that for some seconds, after starting to peck them. You're sitting on the hammock like an effigy, trying to find a way to wake up from this dream.

“I always… carry our first... photo together… in a pocket... of the kutte… every time I go... on a run”. He confesses between short kisses, marking every inch of your lips until erasing the sad gesture installed on them. Touching your nose with his, he can finally breathe. “I don't want to live without you. You complete me, your life completes mine. There's nobody else I want to be with for the rest of my life that it isn't you. I want to hear you calling me Rizzy anytime I'm not paying attention to you. I want to wake up with you, clinged to me like a fucking koala. I want to look at you all the damn time and say shit, she chose me over everybody. And kiss you, and hug you, and love you even afterlife. You're my other half, mi vida, mi amor, el único sentido que le encuentro a la existencia”.

You are sobbing against his neck, not capable of replying any word he's saying to you. Not even when you feel who he loosens his grip, looking for something inside a pocket. Pulling himself away some inches, he takes your right hand to put a small golden ring in your finger. Pouting at him, you can see Riz softly smiling.

“I don't want to live without you”. He repeats again, leaning forward to catch your lips with his.

This time, you kiss him back, urging you to sit on his lap to surround your waist with both arms; embracing you with all his strength, believing for a moment that you two could melt into just one body.

“I'm so so—sorry”. You cry against his mouth.

“Fuck, no. It was my fault”. Riz shakes his head, cupping your cheek into his hands. “And it's not like I was let you leave my side. I would follow you till the end of times, mi amor”.

“I love you… I really do”. You mumble resting your forehead against his.

“I love you too… Even if you have fucked me up badly this last week. Maybe I deserved it for being a pendejo”.

Giggling and sniffing, you wrap his back with both arms, resting your head on his chest. Closing your eyes, feeling calmed.

“Don't kill your father, ah?” He says then, licking his bottom lip. You chuckle again.

“I will try, but I can't promise it”.

[artsyxloner]

Not just a monster

Warning: blood, graphic image, Alcohol

11: little Kind gestures

Everyone was gathered together for Mrs. Cha's daughter and the military man guy's funeral that was in one part of the building that was opened up during construction that had tons of small trees and dirt covering the floor.

It was all quiet no one said anything, I was way in the back but I ended up finding flowers in a vase they were carnations. I would put mine on their grave after everyone left.

" they were born humans and they will die as humans." one of the old man's said that I met up in the upper apartments. One by one they left, Until it was just me.

Walking over to the twos grave I placed one flower on each. " at least you guys don't have to suffer in this crazy world anymore rest in piece."

I bid my farewells and left the room, it was pretty much quiet here on after. I just sat in the day-care-center. I should go and talk to Hyun-Su I didn't need to leave him like that.

He probably doesn't want anything to do with me for ignoring him. I wouldn't want to deal with me either. Deciding to go I needed to apologize and explain what I did.

Looking through the window of the Quarantine room I didn't see Hyun-Su. If he's not in here then where is he? I thought he wasn't suppose to be out. Hell I wasn't suppose to be walking around here either.

The only person was Suk-hyun he was standing in front of the the other window that had bars his nose pouring blood. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

I hate to ask him but I needed to know where He was. " hey where is Hyun-Su?" Suk-Hyun mumbled something under his breath but I couldn't hear him. I think he was doing this on purpose just to piss me off.

"  Go ask someone who actually cares." Suk-Hyun waved me off, I'm pretty sure he was angry Hyun-Su got to get out and he didn't. Sulking in his own pity.

I huffed, knowing I'm not going to get an answer. I walked away going to the main entrance but stopped when I heard screaming. What if it was Hyun-Su, did he finally turn?

I hope not, Taking off I was scared, I didn't want to see him as one of those terrifying Creatures and someone possibly kill him.

When I got there some was huddled up and others were ready to attack. I didn't see Hyun-Su though instead it was Ji-Soo! Her body was twitching every which way. Her head falling from side to side and blood was pouring out from her nose.

She was Infected

I felt sadness overwhelm me, she seemed like such a good person. Before she could get near us Eun-Hyuk rang the bell as Yi-Kyeong got her weapon ready.

I didn't want to hurt her especially where she was Vulnerable at the moment. But I couldn't let everyone get hurt especially the kids. Taking out my Machete, me and Yoo-Ri got in front of them.

Jae-Heon the Priest with the Samurai sword stood in front of Ji-Soo, I held my breath knowing they were good friends.  If he had to kill her it would be devastating. Backing up he led her away from from the ground gripping his sword.

Everyone was still, gazing down I saw nets on the ground. He was leading her to them. After a couple more steps he got her on the net making Seung-Wan, Jae-Hwan, and Byeong-ll were pulling the rope and the nets came flying up trapping Ji-Su in them.

Her Inhumanely grunts and cry's could be heard. Was that what I really looked like at the airport around everyone? No wonder they were scared?

Ji-Soo began to quiet down meaning she was computer of the stage of monsterization. Hearts beating fast and Perspiration ran down are backs Nervousness consuming all of us.

First, me which I've had it before I got here, then Hyun-Su there's no telling how long he has had it. And lastly Suk-Hyun and Ji-Soo No one knew who will be next? Fear was in everyone well except Eun-Yoo.

Mentioning her she started clapping, " This is great, have fun!" She got up and left the room. " are they really siblings, was she adopted or something?" Hye-In

Looking over at Eun-Hyuk he didn't look to happy at the mention of that. " let's call it a day, good work." After letting Ji-Soo down gently, everyone Dispersed going there own way.

She laid on the floor her eyes were closed as she breathed heavily. Lowering my weapon I went over to help her. Sticking out my hand she grabbed it and I pulled her up.

" are you alright?" I asked knowing what it was like to go through this even if she didn't know. Huffing, she nodded, " I'm alright." She tried to convince me but knowing that you were infected you were never alright.

Giving her space I let her leave, being the only one in the room. I hoped no one gave her a hard time knowing they will lock her up like the others. I'm just surprised Eun-Yoo hasn't said anything about me.

But that means I shouldn't worry because she could use that against me anytime. Not knowing what else to do I walked into the Small Convenient stores they had.

Taking a look around I saw bottles of wine. I know I was underage but I won't live long enough to grow up as an adult to even get to drink. I wasn't  doing it for fun but maybe it could take my problems away for a bit.

Taking off the Corkscrew I drank from the bottle but I immediately spit it back out. It was so bitter, shaking my head I didn't like it what was I even thinking?

Putting that down I wasn't going to Tempted again it leaving a sour taste in my mouth. I stayed in there for a few more minutes I found a pack of Band-Aids knowing I was running low on them.

Walking out I saw Hyun-Su, he had his spear. And a bag full of stuff frowning my brows I realize where he had been. Gripping the box in my hand, we just stood there not saying anything.

He looked Irritated, probably because  Eun-Hyuk sent him to go up there and get supplies. I wanted to apologize and ask if he was okay. If I would have known he had went up there I would've taken his place. 

Eun-Hyuk didn't listen to me maybe he act doesn't care about peoples lives? He was getting ready to say something to me but was interrupted.

" Soo,Nico its your turn to guard the Quarantine room." Hye-In informed me, while Hyun-Su was standing right next to me.  Maybe this will give me a chance to talk to him.

We parted ways, since he had to give the stuff away he had to get for people. Making my way to the door to the the man in the wheelchair. " Hye-In said it was my turn to guard."

The old man nodded, but he didn't leave it was like he was waiting for someone. " I don't think this is right." I told him and he nodded his head agreeing.

I could see that he cared about Hyun-Su not just a few minutes later he came through. With a sad expression on his face staring at the door. He took the keys from the old man unlocking the door.

Then went to give it back to him, but he grabbed Hyun-Su hands trying to comfort him I guess it didn't work. The old man then wheeled away I could tell he wasn't happy he had the same look I had when I went to confront Eun-hyuk.

Before Hyun-Su went in a grabbed his arm gripping at his coat sleeve. I didn't know what I was doing. " why did you do it?" I hadn't realized he was talking to me.

" Pardon?"

" why did you go up there without me?" I knew he would say something along the lines of this. " –because it wasn't right and you don't need to risk yourself for there needs." I confessed, Swallowing my nervousness.

" and you do? You're not even a monster."  Yes I am, if only you knew? And I don't know why I risked my life maybe it's because I was wanted to help.

" does it really matter if I am or not? I wanted to help you because you aren't being treated fairly!"  I saw Hyun-Su shoulder slump down, " I appreciate your help but I'm not worth the trouble."

That's when he pushed open the door making me let go of his sleeve. But I caught his hand in time. He was taken back my action face flushing red. I held it tight.

Taking my other hand I put the box of ban-aids in his. I know he didn't need them but it's the small gesture that counts I can always get more.

" go before you get in trouble." Hyun-Su stood there like he was in a daze. So I had to give him a little push. He was still staring at me when I had shut the door.

[supermarvelgirl15]

Home- Chapter 4 (The Prisoner)

Summary: Din and Jesla join a crew of mercenaries on a dangerous mission to spring a convict from a prison ship. Jesla sees someone from her past.

Pairing: Eventual Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) × OC!Jesla Gavdo

Word Count: 3,725

Warnings: Violence, gun TW, Mayfeld being insensitive

A/N: Din Djarin in red lighting. That's all I'm gonna say

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

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   Jesla paces behind Din as he lands the Razor Crest in a space station hangar bay, muttering to herself. He told her that he had contacted a man he once knew, and that he would pay them for a job that he needed done. She was reluctant about taking this job, but then again, she almost died on the last one.

   “You don't need to be moving around so much. You're not exactly completely healed,” Mando reminds her as he stands up from his seat. 

   “I gotta bad feeling about this, Mando,” Jesla tells him, tapping the side of her leg. Something didn't feel right to her about this at all.

    Din rolls his eyes from beneath his helmet as he starts down the ladder. “You're being paranoid,” he replies. Jesla scoffs as she follows him down. He had the audacity to tell her she was being paranoid?

   “If I recall- correct me if I'm wrong- the last time I said that, we had to emergency land on Tatooine,” she retorts, placing her hand on her hip. Mando grumbles incoherently, making Jesla smirk slightly. She knew that she had a point. 

   He doesn't say anything as he lowers the ramp and walks out into the hangar, Jesla shaking her head before following him. Lately, she found herself following him a lot. Maybe it was because she always followed somebody her entire life, that she was use to it. You could say she was trained to follow somebody.

   She watches as a bearded man walks up to them. “Mando, is that you under that bucket?” The man questions, offering his hand to the Mandalorian.

   “Ran,” Mando says as he shakes his hand. Jesla could tell that they were just merely acquaintances just by Mando's tone of voice. He seemed to have a different tone when talking to people that he liked more.

   “Didn't really know if I'd ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you. You know, to be honest, I was a little surprised when you reached out to me. You know, ’cause I... I hear things. Like, maybe things between you and the Guild aren't working out,” Ran says, giving Mando a look.

   “I'll be fine,” Din replies shortly. That was Mando for you.

   “Hmm okay. Well, you know the policy. No questions. And you, you're welcome back here anytime,” Ran informs him. He turns to Jesla, giving her a once over. “I don't believe we've met. The name's Ran,” he offers his hand to her.

   Jesla looks at his hand briefly before looking back at him. “Jesla Gavdo,” she offers her name, but doesn't take his hand as she continues to walk across the catwalk.

   Ran drops his hand as he leans over to Din. “Some woman you got there,” he mutters to him. Din hums in response, watching after her.

   “So what's the job?” Din asks as they continue to walk across the catwalk as well.

   “Yeah, one of our associates ran afoul of some competitors and got himself caught. So I'm putting together a crew to spring him. It's a five person job, I got four- the extra help is fine. All I need is the ride, and you brought it,” Ran explains, gesturing to the Razor Crest.

   Mando and Jesla share a quick look with one another. “The ship wasn't part of the deal.”

   “Well, the Crest is the only reason I let you back in here,” Ran admits. Din slowly turns to him. “What's the look? Is that gratitude? Uh-huh, I think it is,” Ran laughs as he walks off. Jesla and Din share another look before following him.

   They all walk into a different area of the hangar. Jesla sees a bald-headed man, her eyes widening as she realizes who he is. This was just her luck.

   “Mayfeld?”

   The man turns around with his brow furrowed, his eyes scanning for who called his name. When his eyes land on Jesla, they widen slightly. Din looks between the two, his confusion hidden behind his helmet.

   “Gavdo? I thought you were dead,” Mayfeld remarks as he walks up to her, crossing his arms.

   “I'm surprised you're not,” Jesla comments, looking him up and down. He still looked the same since the last time she saw him. 

   Back then, Mayfeld and Jesla always seemed to compete with each other. They were the top two sharpshooters in their division. The two always tried to one up each other in the field. So basically, they didn't get along much. 

    “I take it you two already know each other,” Ran says, making Jesla and Mayfeld finally break their eye contact with one another. “This is Mando. The guy I was telling you about. We used to do jobs way back when,” he tells Mayfeld.

   Mayfeld then turns to face Mando. “This is the guy?” He queries, also giving him a once over.

   “Yeah, we were all young, trying to make a name for ourselves. Yeah, but running with a Mandalorian, that was... that brought us some reputation,” Ran reminisces.

   “Oh ya? What did he get out of it?” Mayfeld questions, raising his eyebrows.

   “I asked him that one time. You remember what you said, Mando? Target practice. Man, we did some crazy stuff, didn't we?” Ran laughs, patting Mando on the back.

   “That was a long time ago,” Din replies gruffly. 

   “Well... Well I don't go out anymore. You understand? So uh... Mayfeld, he's gonna run point on this job. If he says it, it's like it's coming from me. You good with that?” Ran asks Mando, quirking up an eyebrow at him.

   Din glances over at Jesla, who scoffs. “You tell me.”

   Ran shakes his head as he laughs. “You haven't changed one bit,” he says amusingly.

   “Ya, well, things have changed around here,” Mayfeld grumbles as he turns and walks away. Jesla rolls her eyes as she goes to stand beside Mando. 

    Mando leans his head closer to Jesla. “So who's he?” He quietly asks her.

   “Migs Mayfeld. He's also a former Imperial sharpshooter. We were in the same division,” Jesla answers as they all walk up to the Razor Crest.

   “Razor Crest? I can't believe that thing can fly. Looks like a Canto Bight slot machine,” Mayfeld comments as he observes it. They walk up to a group of people that's standing near the Crest. “Alright, the good looking fella there with the horns, that's Burg,” Mayfeld introduces the red creature that drops a crate he was carrying. “This may surprise you, but he's our muscle,” he adds.

   Burg walks up to the Mandalorian and inspects him closely, ignoring Jesla's presence. “So this is a Mandalorian. I thought they'd be bigger,” he sneers.

   “Droid's name is Zero,” Mayfeld gestures to a droid that walks up to them. Oh, Mando was going to love that.

   Jesla looks around the group with a furrowed brow. “I thought you said you had four,” she points out.

   “He does.”

   Both the Mandalorian and Jesla turn slowly to find a purple skinned female Twi'lek walking up to them, playing with a knife. “Hello, Mando,” she greets Din.

   “Xi'an,” Din nods in acknowledgement. Jesla could feel Mando tense due to the Twi'lek that seemed to ignore her, much like everyone else did.

   “Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?” Xi'an hisses before she suddenly attacks, placing her knife on Mando's throat, who doesn't flinch at all. Jesla's fingers itch towards her blaster as she watches the Twi'leck closely.

   “Nice to see you too,” Mando responds nonchalantly.

   “I missed you,” she laughs. “This is shiny. You wear it well,” she comments as she clinks her knife against his beskar. She looks over towards Jesla, her eyes narrowing on her.

   “Do we need to leave the room or something?” Mayfeld jokes as he watches the exchange between Xi'an and Din.

    Ran chuckles slightly before answering. “Well, Xi'an's been a little heartbroken since Mando left our group,” he says.

   “Awww... You gonna be okay, sweetheart?” Mayfeld teases, Burg laughing from beside him.

   Xi'an pushes herself away from Mando. “I'm all business now. Learned from the best,” she points her knife at him.

   “All right, lovebirds. Break it up till you get on the ship. Right now, we don't have much time,” Ran tells them.

  They all walk toward the Razor Crest, Xi'an turning back and winking at Mando. Jesla decides that she doesn't like her at all. Then again, she didn't like most people.

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   Jesla's watches Mayfeld as he explains the job to them from beside Mando, shifting her weight to one foot as she listens. Her wound was starting to feel sore from her walking around so much. Maybe she should've listened to Mando, but she was never going to admit that to him.

   “So, package is being moved on a fortified transport ship. Now, we got a limited window to board, find our friend, get ’em outta there before they make their jump,” Mayfeld informs all of them as he shows them a hologram. 

   “That's a New Republic prison ship. Your man wasn't taken by a rival syndicate, he was arrested,” Jesla points out as she shifts her weight to her other foot. She wasn't about to be on the New Republic's radar.

   Mayfeld looks up at her from the hologram. “So what?”

   “That's a max security transport, and we're not looking for that kind of heat,” Mando cuts in, crossing his arms. 

   “Well, neither are we. So just don't mess up,” Ran tells them. Jesla and Din share a brief look, something they seemed to do quite a lot.

   “The good news for you is the ship is manned by droids. Still hate the machines, Mando?” Xi'an jeers at Din, making Jesla shoot her a glare. Who knows, by the end of this, Jesla may kill her like she did with Toro.

   They all continue to go over the plan. Jesla knew Mando wasn't thrilled with the droid, Zero, flying his ship. However, they both knew that Zero was the best choice to scramble their signal as they boarded the New Republic ship.

   Jesla didn't like nor trust anyone that they were working with. None of them knew the value of loyalty. They only kept each other alive so the job could be done efficiently. She despised people like that.

   “Some friends you got there,” Jesla says sarcastically to the Mandalorian as they walk up the ramp into the Crest. 

   Din chuckles dryly. “I don't think ‘friends’ is what I'd call them,” he mutters. Jesla nods in agreement as they walk up into the cockpit as the ship takes off.

   In the cockpit, both Jesla and Mando linger in the back as Zero sits at the controls. “Calculations complete. Jumping to hyperspace...now. Feel free to join the others. I will handle it from here,” it informs them. 

   Mando walks down the ladder to the hangar first, helping Jesla as she climbs down after him. He knew that she needed to rest before they got to the prison ship. She wouldn't be at her best if she was in pain. Jesla seemed to also know this as well as she sat down on a crate, taking a deep breath as she ignored the glare she was receiving from Xi'an. 

   “That's a pretty thing you got there, Mando. How'd you end up with it?” Xi'an asks him as she plays with her knife. Jesla ignores her as she lays her head against the wall. 

   When Mando doesn't answer her, she continues. “C'mon. There's gotta be a reason why you keep her around,” she says innocently. 

   “She's good at what she does,” Din answers her, handing Jesla a ration bar. She realizes she hadn't eaten anything all day as she takes a bite out of it. 

   Xi'an eyes their interaction as she sits up a bit straighter. “Oh? I'm sure she pleasures you greatly,” she smirks, making Burg laugh. 

   Neither Din nor Jesla reacts to her, Jesla taking the last bite of her ration bar. She knew Xi'an was trying to get under her skin, but she wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. Jesla found it amusing though.

   Mayfeld chuckles as he stands beside Xi'an. “Hey, if you wanna get to her, just mention Burnin Konn.”

   Jesla's head snaps up at that, Din watching her carefully. He really didn't want to deal with this right now. 

    “What's Burnin Konn?” Burg humors him with a sly smile, Xi'an laughing at Jesla's sudden reaction. 

   “It was a great loss for the Empire. Everyone in our division died, about 5-10,000 people,” Mayfeld replies as he watches Jesla closely. 

   Din watches as Jesla's eyes harden, her hand subconsciously grabbing her tatted wrist. “Watch it, Mayfeld,” she warns him.

   “Don't tell me you're still not over that. Is it because of those stupid clones you were attached to?”

    Abruptly, Jesla stands up and pulls out her blaster as she makes her way to Mayfeld, pointing it at his head. Before she could pull the trigger, Mando swiftly grabs the gun out of her hand. They stare at each other for a few seconds before she shoots Mayfeld a glare and walks away from him.

   Everyone, except for Din and Jesla, starts laughing. Oh, how Jesla couldn't wait until this job was finished so she could kill them all. 

   “Hey, Xi'an, you flew with Mando. Is he as good as they say?” Mayfeld questions the Twi'leck.

   “Ask him about the job on Alzoc III,” Xi'an answers him, turning her attention to the Mandalorian.

   It's Jesla's turn to watch Mando carefully as she turns to face him. “I did what I had to,” he simply responds. That was a phrase Jesla found herself living by.

   “Oh, but you liked it. See, unlike some people, I know who you really are,” Xi'an says, looking at Jesla as she says the last part. Jesla rolls her eyes as she takes her blaster back from Mando and puts it back in its holster.

   “He never takes off the helmet?” Mayfeld queries, crossing his arms over his chest. 

   Xi'an shakes her head with a chuckle. “This is the Way,” she mocks. Jesla wonders how Mando was even capable of putting up with the stupid Twi'leck. She can't even last an hour.

   “You ever seen his face?”

   “A lady... never tells.”

   Din tenses slightly at the new subject, Jesla not missing him doing so. He acted the same way back on Sorgan when her and Cara brought it up.

   “Aw, come on, Mando. We all gotta trust each other here. You gotta show us something. Come on, just lift the helmet up. Come on. Let's all see your eyes,” Mayfeld taunts. When Mando doesn't make a move to take it off, Mayfeld nods at Burg who then closes in on Din.

   As Burg's hand reaches to take off Din's helmet, Jesla grabs it and twists his arm back behind him. Burg tries to fight back, but Jesla kicks him back. Burg grapples for something to hold onto, hitting the release button to the cot, the hatch opening and revealing the Child. 

   “Whoa! What is that?” Mayfeld exclaims, examining the Child closely. “Wait a minute,” he gestures between Mando and Xi'an, “did you two make that? Huh? What is it? Like...a pet or something?”

   “Yeah. Something like that,” Mando says calmly.

   “Didn't take you for the type. Maybe that code of yours has made you soft,” Xi'an teases him.

   “Me, I was never really into pets. Yeah, didn't have the temperament. Patience, you know. I mean, I tried but... never worked out. What I'm thinking... maybe,” Mayfeld picks up the Child, “I'll try again with this little fella. Huh?”

   Mayfeld pretends to drop the Child, making both Din and Jesla flinch in response. Xi'an and Mayfeld laugh at them. Then the ship starts shaking, everyone fighting for balance. The ship rolls and everyone is thrown around in the hangar. Mayfeld drops the Child and Din immediately dives after him. Jesla tightly grabs onto the wall, balancing herself. 

   The Razor Crest finally docks to the transport. Mando places the Child back in the cot as Jesla curses the droid under her breath. Burg angrily tosses some crates around. 

   Once everyone settles, they start executing the plan. The Mandalorian hacks the opening mechanism of the prison ship's hatch. Jesla is the first one to quietly drop down into the halls of ship, everyone else following after her. 

   They all start moving down the corridors, looking into the prison cells. Everything was going well until Burg decided to blast a mouse droid, which alerted security droids of their presence. Luckily, Mando sneaks up behind the droids and takes them out in a melee fight by himself. Jesla had to admit, he had some skills.

   Upon reaching the control room, Mayfeld commands Zero to open the door. When it opens, it reveals a human guard inside, brandishing a blaster. There wasn't supposed to be any living things on board.

   “There were only supposed to be droids on this ship,” Mando voices Jesla's concerns.

   Mayfeld walks around the guard to observe the control panel. “Hang on, hang on. See here uh...cell two-two-one. All right, now for our well dressed friend...” He trails off once the guard pulls out a tracking beacon.

   Everyone draws out their blasters and trains it on the guard, except for Jesla who trains hers on Mayfeld. She wasn't about to kill an innocent man; she didn't do that anymore.

   Din tried his best talking everyone down. He calmly addressed the guard, whose name was Davan. When Mayfeld wouldn't lower his blaster on the guard, Mando joins Jesla on training their blasters on him. Mayfeld trains his second blaster on Din and his third blaster that was on a droid arm on Jesla. Burg takes out his weapon and trains it on Mando as well, making Mando aim his vambrace weapon at him. 

   An argument breaks out between all of them; Mayfeld wanting to kill the guard, Din and Jesla wanting to let him live. It suddenly stops when Davan is struck down by Xi'an's throwing knife. 

   “Would you all just shut up,” Xi'an complains. 

   Suddenly, Xi'an starts coughing as she starts to choke. Everyone starts freaking out as Xi'an grabs onto her throat. Din looks at Jesla, whose cold eyes is staring daggers at Xi'an's choking form. He moves over to her, grabbing her forearm. “Jes, don't. You can kill her later,” he whispers to her. 

   Jesla looks at him, not missing the new nickname, as Xi'an finally gets her breath back. “What the hell was that?!” Xi'an shouts as she rubs her throat. Mayfeld and Burg exchange a look of what could only be described as fear. 

   “We have twenty minutes before backup gets here,” Jesla states, gesturing to the now blinking beacon. “I suggest we move now,” she mutters as she steps over Xi'an and heads towards cell 221. Din doesn't say anything as he starts following her, Xi'an looking after them with a glare.

   They reach cell 221 with fifteen minutes remaining. Mayfeld orders Zero to open the cell door. Once it opens, it reveals another Twi'leck. 

   “Qin,” Mando mumbles to himself. 

   “Funny. The man who left me behind is now my savour. Mando,” Qin greets as he walks out his cell, side-eyeing Jesla.

   Then, Burg punches Mando in the gut, catching him off guard, and throws him into the cell. Before Jesla could react, Xi'an roughly pushes her into the cell as well, which is locked before either Din or Jesla can get up. Mando fires his blaster at the door, but the shot just ricochets around the cell, Jesla ducking so it wouldn’t accidentally hit her.

   Jesla bangs the door in frustration, the group outside laughing as they walk away. “You've got to be kriffing kidding me!” She shouts in anger. “I can't catch a kriffing break! You should have just let me kill her. No, you should've listened to me when I said I had a bad feeling about this job!”

   Mando grabs Jesla's biceps roughly, making her look into his helmet's visor. “Hey! If you don't get a level head, we're not going to get out of here,” he tells her, his voice like stone. Jesla stays quiet for a couple moments before taking a deep breath. He was right.

   She looks back out the cell, seeing a security droid pass by. “I have a plan.”

                                              ∞∞∞

   Jesla and Mando end up getting out of the cell, and one by one put the others in it. Jesla got the satisfaction of being the one that locked Xi'an up. She salutes to Mayfeld as her and Mando walk off to find Qin. The two find him trying to climb up the ladder into the ship. They decide to keep him alive at the promise of more money. Jesla thought they definitely deserved it after all this mess. 

   They make their way into the ship, finding Zero pointing its rifle at the Child. Mando immediately shoots it and Zero falls to the ground. The Child coos when he sees the Mandalorian and Jesla.

   Later, Din lands the Razor Crest in Ran's hangar bay. Jesla and Din walk Qin down the ramp, Ran meeting Qin in an embrace. 

   Ran looks around them, noticing no one else exiting the Crest. “Where are the others?” Ran asks, furrowing his brow.

   “No questions asked. That's the policy, right?” Mando nonchalantly replies.

   Ran nods, eyeing both him and Jesla. “Yeah. That is the policy.”

   “We did the job.”

   “Yeah, you did.”

   Ran reluctantly tosses the Mandalorian a coin purse. “Just like the good old days,” Din says before turning to reenter the Razor Crest. Jesla winks at Ran and Qin before she follows Mando inside.

   As they start to fly away from the space station, three X-wings drop out of hyperspace. Jesla watches as they fly pass them, heading towards the station and opening fire on it.

   “You planted the tracking beacon on Qin... I'm impressed,” Jesla comments as she turns to face Mando, gently hitting his shoulder. She watches as he unscrews a knob from the lever and drops it into the Child's hands.

   Din glances over at her, getting ready to jump into hyperspace. “I told you that was a bad idea.”

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Hii! Could i ask for a Tom blurb where he's falling in love with the reader but he doesn't want to admit it bc he's afraid of being hurt or something bc he was cheated on in the past? I hope it makes sense lol. Thank you!

A/n: I loved this request and I really hope I did it justice because I feel like I haven’t written like this before. And yes I’m trying to write more so I can get back into it. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 900

Warnings: mentions of past infidelity, tiny bit of angst and lots of emotions

It was a slow feeling at first, barely noticeable as it grew. It started the first day Tom saw you on set as Zendaya’s new PA. You’d all gone out to lunch on the first day of shooting and before long it ended up as only you and Tom talking at the end of the table. 

He’d felt something when shooting finished that day and you flashed him a smile, clutching onto the bag on your shoulder as you walked to your car. It felt like a gathering of butterflies were attacking his stomach but ultimately Tom put it down to a stomach bug and went home. 

But the feeling only grew worse, burning away at his chest but it was never unpleasant. That was until Tom saw you talking to one of the extras on set and laughing in such a way that Tom wished it was him. He swallowed the lump in his throat and continued with his day, focusing more on his work than on you because he couldn’t be feeling that way. Not again. 

You waited for Tom at the end of the day. It had become a kind of tradition to meet each other after work even if just to talk about the day. Sometimes shooting could be stressful and you were happy to be a shoulder for Tom to lean on at the end of the day. 

But this time he didn’t show. In fact when you asked Zendaya where he was, she told you he’d left early to “try and beat the traffic”. You sighed and thanked her before getting in your car and leaving. Tom’s contact number seemed to glare at you that night as if it was mocking you that he’d left without so much as goodbye. You tried to brush it off, after all Tom didn’t owe anything to you. You were just his friend’s PA, clearly nothing more. 

Tom’s head ran with thoughts on his way home and into the night. Thoughts and images he hadn’t been able to clear his mind of since 6 months ago when he found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him. He remembered the hurt. Hell, he still felt it everyday. 

He had always thought that falling in love with someone would be easy and that he’d enjoy every moment but his heart was still broken. He knew that’s what it was, he could feel it for you everytime he pictured your smile or made you laugh but he could never admit it and risk more heart break so he kept his feelings close to his chest and tried to spend less time with you so his heart couldn’t entangle with yours. 

You could see your friendship with Tom crumbling as the weeks went by, each little foundation you had built over the months of filming broke into a million pieces much like your heart. It hurt every time he would blow off lunch or your usual end of the day catch up, you feared that maybe he had caught onto your lingering feelings and had been scared off which you couldn’t blame him for. 

Tom didn’t realise that as he protected his own heart, he was breaking yours because he hardly saw you. Anytime he tried to make to spend with you was swept away by work. He could feel the absence of your presence. The shoot had been a difficult one and he hadn’t realised how much he had leaned on those little moments where it was just you and him without a camera and a crew surrounding him.

That’s why he found himself waiting at your car after a long day of shooting with a bouquet of flowers and a milkshake from the place you had first had lunch together on your first day. His eye-lids were slightly drooping and he bit back a yawn, exhaustion clear on his face but he waited for you to exit Z’s trailer. And when you did, the first smile he had worn all day besides on camera lit up his face. 

You stopped as did your heart as you saw him, eyes meeting across the small parking lot. You weren’t sure whether to feel more angry at him for ghosting you for the past couple of weeks or happy to see him finally wanting to speak to you. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Those two words paired with the water forming behind his honey brown eyes was enough to make your decision for you. He sighed in visible relief as you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. You pulled back and took the milkshake and the flowers with a happy smile before leading the way to his trailer. He followed you, his heart still aching from the pent up emotion he still had yet to let out. 

You put the gifts on the table and sat down, already taking his hands in yours and silently encouraging him with a smile to vent out his emotions as you would usually let him do at the end of a long day.

Tom sighed again before starting to ramble about how he felt about you but was restricted by his past, still picking up the crumbled pieces of his heart. You brushed his curls back as they fell into his face and swiped your thumb softly across his cheek as a tear slid down it. He continued and you listened until he took a deep breath and squeezed the hand that was still locked with his.

“I love you Y/n and I realise now that love is worth it, if i get to love you.” 

You sniffled and kissed his cheek before hugging him tight, your heart racing in your chest and overflowing with emotion as you whispered the words back to him softly, the ones you had known you would say since the day you met him.

“I love you too Tom.” 

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RAMON—H.W

Summary-You and Harry are having a very sentimental talk that eventually leads to more, but Cisco has to ruin it-Takes place during S4

Btw-Sorry if this sucks, its my first ever Harrison Wells fan fiction

(This is also on my Wattpad)

Warnings-Some cursing, partial smut

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Word Count: 2,183

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Y/N's POV

Harry's been working in his workshop for way too long now. It's really starting to bother me, he's not even spending anytime with me ever since Devoe has gotten into our lives. So I decided to talk to Cisco for this.

I walk into his workshop "Cisco!" "Yeah hold up, I'll be right there!" He yelled back. After a few minutes he finally met up with me "Yeah what's happening" "Harry's not spending time with me, but he's always working in his workshop. It's bullshit!" I said. "Y/N I know that Harry can be an asshole, but he has to solve who this Devoe guy is" Cisco says. "It's like he has time to fuck his work and has no time to fuck me" I say in a strong voice. "Well I didn't need to know that, and I'm gonna pretend I never heard that" "Well the more you know" Cisco and I chuckle.

"Tell me how you feel, but without any sexual tensions. Cause I don't want to be ruined again, I've already seen his 'lower regions." Cisco says as he's staring off in the distance with disgust on his face. "When did you ever see his d— oh wait, never mind" I say as I remember the Council of Wells.

"Okay carry on with your rant about Harry not spending time with you" "Harry's always in his workshop, day and night, so even at night I can't be with him so I'm always in bed alone and I'm not used to that. When I try and help him he always saves me off like he's entranced to his work and can't have and bothers." "Mmhmm" "Every Time he's on break he doesn't even bother to say 'hi' or 'hello' to me, and that's what truly bothers me. He never gets any time to spend with me." I say as tears start to form in my eyes. "No don't cry. He will always be like that, he's a stubborn man who will not stop working at any case just to figure out the solution to a problem. If I can do anything to help you I can try and talk to him" Cisco says. "That would be great if he would listen to you" "Ohhhh, believe me he will" Cisco says with a smirk as I chuckle. "Thank you so much Cisco. What can I do to repay you?" "You can tell Harry to stop being a dick to me?" "Ohhh, believe me, it's gonna be hard to persuade him" I say and we both laugh. "So when are you going to talk to him?" "I'm gonna march into his workshop right now and tell him" "Okay, but just be careful he might lash at you" "Don't worry once I bring up your name he'll shut up" "Hahaha, okay, what ever you say. Thank you again Cisco" "Don't worry, I would do anything for my sister from another mother" He says as we hug.

Cisco's POV

As I walk into Harry's workshop I smell a bunch of coffee and a little bit of alcohol in here. "Harry!!! Come out, come out wherever you are!" "Jesus Ramon, warn me when you barge into my workshop!" Harry yells as he throws his coffee on the floor. "Hey, what the hell Harry! Your cleaning up your mess after you do what I tell you to do" "And why would I listen to you Ramon?" "Because it's about  Y/N" As I brought up Y/N's name Harry became instantly worried. "Why? Did something happen to her? Is she hurt? What did you do?!" "She's hurt emotionally, and not because of me, it's because of you."

Harry got up and started marching towards me and I almost pissed myself when I saw his face. He looked totally pissed "Harry I swear I didn't do anything. She's hurt because of y—." I was cut off my Harry choking me against the wall. "Don't you dare blame anything on me, I'll only believe it if it's coming from my Y/N!"

"Harry stop choking Cisco cause he's telling the truth" Y/N's voice came out of no where, but thank god.

Harry finally let go of me "Ramon get out"

"What wh-." "Just get out so we can talk"

"Cisco, listen to him" with that I walk out, but before I left I whispered to Y/N "Just know that he does love you and he will do anything for you" Y/N nodded and then hugged me. After the hugging was done I left, and as I was leaving I could feel Harry's deadly eyes on me.

Your POV

"Oh no, no honey I'm just working too hard on finding who this Devoe bitch is" Harry said. "I know that, but you always ignore me when I try and get near" "I do that so I can get things done quicker and spend time with you when I'm done" Harry said, and at this point I was crying. " I just want to spend time with you" "I know but I have to work so we can find our DeVoe" Harry says. "Harry is DeVoe your husband or something?" "No, bu-" "No buts Harry! I feel like we're drifting apart and I can' take it anymore!" "Love I-" "Harry let me speak!" With that he instantly shut up. "Harry all I want is you and I just want to spend time with my boyfriend during these rough times. I want to spend time with you since your always stressed and angry, and I just want to help you get less stressed and help the team not get affected by your rage fits.  Your the best thing that has ever happened in my life and I want to help you in anyway, and I would do anything to help you." At this point I could see that Harry was sorry and filled with guilt. "Harry I know that all of this isn't your fau-" I was cut off by Harry walking up to me and giving me a warm embrace. "No, no love, it is my fault. I haven't been spending any time with you during these rough times. I should've been thinking more about you and how you were feeling instead of working." He kisses my temple. "I'm so sorry. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" I look up at him and wrap my arms around his neck. "I think there might be one thing you could do to get my forgiveness."

As I say this he smirks at me and starts backing me up into the wall. "Oh love, you know just how to work me up" Every time he spoke he kissed me, and every time he got lower. "I'm" kiss on my lips, "going" kiss on my cheek, "to" kiss on my temple, "show you" kiss on my neck, "how much" kiss on my collarbone, "I love you" and when he kissed my sweet spot I couldn't hold my sounds back. He trailed right back up to my lips and we started to kiss aggressively to see who would win dominance, but we both knew that he would win. "Jump" Harry said in a lust filled voice, and goddamnit he knows how much I love it when he uses that voice. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist and he leads us to his desk in the room. He sweeps off all of his work on his desk like it was all useless and not important. "Harry, your work!" "I don't give one fuck about the work right now cause all I'm focused on right now is you and you only." As he says this he places me on the desk like I'm the most fragile and important thing in the world for him. "I'm gonna make you feel like a fucking queen right now." With this statement he whips my shirt right off of me and almost starts to take off my pants, but I stop him. "Harry stop" He looks at me like a deer in headlights "Why, what happened, what did I do?" He asks me in his nice, nervous, and cute voice that I also love. "It's what you didn't do" I say as I smirk. "What did I not do?" At this, I tugged on his iconic black sweater, and then he finally got the idea. "Ohhh, I see. Well your wish is my command Miss L/N" With this he strips off his sweater and undershirt, and he reveals his god like body. "You like what you see?" He says with an eyebrow raised, since he saw me gawking at his body. "You know I like what I see" I say as he snaps me out of my entrancement. "Good cause I like, wait no, I love what I see." After staring at each other in awe, Harry and I start moving closer to each other's lips, and then I make the move to attack his lips with mine. He then starts to fight back by gaining back his dominance.

I guess we were so lost in each other's embrace and make out session that we didn't hear the footsteps leading to the lab. "Hey Y/N, Harry how are you guys? I hope you guys aren't still mad at each other since I couldn't hear any— OMG MY EYES!" That's all we heard from Cisco. "Oh goddamnit-Ramon what did I tell you about barging into my room without warning me first!"Harry yells as he tries to cover me up from Cisco's view. "I'm sorry I thought you guys were fighting and I wanted to check up on you two so you wouldn't kill each other!" Cisco yells back. "I didn't think that you guys were gonna end up having make up sex!" "Well, you don't know us that well then" I say, and Harry chuckles. Cisco rolls his eyes at us both, "Y/N I expected more out of you and Harry I-" Cisco stops for a little bit. "Harry I just don't know what to expect from you now, and Harry you have your own ROOM and BED to do the nasty in..." "Ramon" Harry tries to cut him off. "....you don't have to fuck on a desk..." "Ramon" "...just to let you know its a lot more comfier to have sex in a bed..." "Ramon!" "What!" Cisco finally stops rambling. "Get out." Harry says in the calmest way possible. "Ok fine, but can you guys not do it in the lab, people walk in here and sometimes work in here" "Cisco, let me tell you something." "Yes?" "We're doing it in the lab cause there's more fun involved" I say to Cisco as I wink at Harry, and I could tell that Harry really wanted Cisco out of the room now. "Y'all are disgusting, why would you tell me thi-" "Ramon. Get. Out." "Well I can see that someone's anx-" "RAMON! OUT!" "Ok, ok. Calm down I'm going, and by the way, you guys better clean up after-" "Cisco get out" I say. "Ohhhh, I see Harry isn't the only horny on-" "Get Out!" Harry and I say in sync. With that Cisco literally fled the room, and yelled down the hall "Y'all better use protection!" Me and Harry chuckle. Harry walked to the door and locked it completely, and then he walked right back to me with lust blown eyes. "So where were we?" Harry said right as he got to me. "Hmmmm, let me think." I said with my hand resting upon my chin, looking like I was thinking. "If I remember you were about to take me on your desk. Am I right?" "That's just what I was thinking" Harry said as he started to kiss me.

With that, all I can say is that we stayed in the lab all day, and we never left that room until the morning.

The End

Welp, here's the first chapter of this Tom Cavanagh/Harrison Wells' x reader fanfic book. It's not that good, but its the best I could do. It would mean a lot to me if u could give me some feedback on this and maybe give me some advice for my future chapters. Btw requests are open for now. Hope u guys enjoyed this chapter, and hope u guys have a great night/day!

[shan-ri]

Popsicles Are for People…and People are Like Popsicles

It was melting fast. The seething summer sun beating down on the cold treat mercilessly, drips of sweet citrus collecting on the stick quicker than her absentminded licking could keep up. Mari turned the popsicle to the side, trying to gauge which angle was best to take the next bite. There wasn't much left, so she had to make it count-

"Are you gonna eat it or just stare at it?"

She jumped ever so slightly and turned her head to see the usual judgement plastered across her brother's face. And in that moment, when his comment warranted her sticking out her tongue at him, the popsicle finally heaved its last breaths, submitting to the combined attacks of Mari's appetite and the sun's rays.

Juice ran down the stick to her fingers and she caught sight of the last bit of the treat slipping off to land on the ground. She stared at it in dismay for a moment, before bending down to scoop it up and whirling on her brother.

"It would have been fine if not for you, Mako!" She jabbed the popsicle stick at him, the other hand clutching the melting piece of popsicle.

Mako shrugged, his own popsicle stick jutting out from the side of his mouth.

"Not my fault."

Mari paused for a moment and was considering whether the sweet in her hand belonged on his shirt or smeared on his face when there was a soft 'mew’ at her feet.

A gray striped cat was winding around her legs and when she glanced down it looked up imploringly at her, green eyes practically sparkling with feline hope.

And who am I to crush that hope? Mari made up her mind, dropped into a crouch, and held out her sticky hand towards the stray. It began to sniff at her hand tentatively.

Mako realized what she was doing at the last instant. "Mari, don't-!"

Before he could even finish his sentence, the cat took the piece of popsicle in its teeth, darted a fair distance away from them, and began chowing down on the orange-flavored ice. Mari glanced up at Mako and grinned impishly.

"Too late, it's done."

He groaned and put his hand on his face. "Popsicles are for people, not cats. The poor animal is going to get sick."

She glanced over at the animal in question. It was finished eating and beginning to wash its face with a little white paw. A pang of guilt shot through her stomach, but at least the stray had enjoyed the snack and chances were that tiny piece didn't contain enough artificial sugar to do anything bad.

Mari wiped any of that fleeting concern from her face and gave Mako her own shrug.

"Next time, I'm not buying your popsicle for you," he promised. His words sounded stern, but Mari couldn't help the laugh that slipped from her lips. Mako wasn't serious, he could never keep those types of silly, little promises to himself or to her. And Mari had already counted on that.

"Okayyyy. No treats for me!" She sung, beginning to walk further down the wharf, away from her brother and towards the preening cat.

She bent down once more and held out her hand, still sticky and sweet smelling from the popsicle. The cat afforded her one glance and then walked off with its tail waving jauntily in the air.

"Hey!" Mari shouted and jumped to her feet.

The feline shot forward--only to seek shelter beyond the legs of someone new.

"Awww, you two got popsicles without me?" a new, somewhat husky voice complained.

Mari's spirits soared once more when she recognized the long-legged boy who stood before her. "Keresh! You made it!"

The boy's mouth turned down in a sour pout and he muttered, "Not in time though apparently…"

"Hey, don't be cross, Keresh. It doesn't suit you." Mako's voice sounded and he materialized behind Mari in that eerily silent way he always did.

Keresh rolled his eyes and the stray meowed, pawing insistently at his legs. He obliged the cat and lifted it up into his arms where it promptly began rubbing its head all over his face, purring like a speedboat motor.

"You traitor…" Mari muttered, eyes narrowing at both Keresh and the cat. She had even given it the last of her popsicle, yet this was the thanks she got?

A familiar hand landed on her shoulder. "You too, Mari. You know that it's only acting that way because Keresh smells like fish."

Mako said it so matter-of-factly that Mari couldn't help the amused chuckle which escaped from her lips.

Keresh's poisonous glare was also only made funnier as the grey cat in his arms tried biting stray locks of his hair. She may have kept laughing at his expense, but Mako's hand on her shoulder tightened and he began pulling her to the side.

"Okay, enough playing around you two. We gotta bring in the traps and set up the bait before the tide changes."

They muttered in agreement and the cat yowled in protest as Keresh detached it from his face.

Mako began dragging the traps in one by one as he crouched on an outcropping of rocks. He checked them each quickly, his keen eye easily discerning the ones that had reached their capacity of crabs, crayfish, and shellfish before putting those to the side. Some of the empty ones he sunk back below the waves, while others he also placed on the rocks--probably because the traps were damaged, or the bait was no longer fresh and tempting enough.

Mari watched her brother for a little while. She would never admit it to him but… she found his routine actions oddly calming and admired the skills which he'd honed over the years. He didn't do this for their main source of income, mainly to bring a little extra fresh seafood to the dinner table and then sell the rest off to a proper fish vendor. Or, so he explained.

But Mari knew better. She could see the way his eyes glittered whenever they walked the beaches of their home, plundering the sea for her bounties, and hear the excited, rising intonation of his voice as he discussed even the most menial of fishing activities.

She shook her head and went back to focusing on her task--setting wriggling bait worms on hooks.

They moved slick and wet under her touch, but her fingers were sure and practiced. Not a single worm would survive her ministrations.

She wished she could say the same for Keresh.

Unfortunately, his baiting of the hooks was clumsy at best, dreadful at worst. It seemed that every other worm was dropped on the sand before it was finally set upon the hook. Mari grimaced as the boy dropped yet another bait worm making a bid to escape. There was no way she was letting him near the small bait fish swimming in the bucket beside her anytime soon.

But, she knew she couldn't lose her patience with him. Keresh had only arrived in their town a couple of months or so prior and, by his jerky, uncertain actions, Mari guessed he had never engaged in even the most basic fishing activities before.

He fumbled over the hook in his hand and groaned, "Why can't we be eating popsicles instead?"

"You're still going on about those?" Mari shot back. "Here. Give me that, I'll do it before you hurt yourself."

Keresh fell back into the sand with a dramatic sigh as Mari wrestled the remaining hooks away from him. "I don’t understand why you go through all this effort to catch fish. It seems so…excessive."

He began unraveling the tangled fishing wire and Mari fought back a scoff as she arranged the baited hooks along the rim of another bucket.

"It's not excessive, it's necessary. How do you suggest we catch them then? With ice cream cones and rainbow pops?"

Mari shot him a quizzical glance with the beginnings of a smirk. But he didn't even look up, shrugging and replying, "I dunno. With your teeth. And your hands too if it's a big one."

"You're kidding. No one can do that or would even want to if they could!" She sat back on her haunches and gestured to Keresh. "What? Can you?"

Keresh finally looked up and his turquoise eyes shone with absolute earnestness.

"Yes. My teeth are very good for catching fish."

Mari laughed. She couldn't help such a natural reaction. The image of Keresh swimming under the waves, snapping his mouth open and closed to snag any passing fish, was too hilarious.

She clutched her stomach from the continuing guffaws, managing to force out in between giggles: "What are you, then? A shark?"

"No! How dare you!" Keresh jumped to his feet and glowered down at her, looking, impossibly, unreasonably offended.

Mari's laughter reached a new pitch and she was struggling for breath when Mako rejoined them.

Through the tears in her eyes, she saw him standing, a trap writhing with crabs and such grasped in each hand, and a third trap slung around his neck by a rope. His pants were rolled up to the knees, and his hair was wet from the waves.

"Is there time for you two to be rolling around in the sand?" He asked, though he looked more perplexed than upset. His head swung towards Keresh as it became apparent Mari was still trying to regain her ability to speak, much less find any composure. "Is she making fun of your baiting again?"

"No…" Keresh began reluctantly, shooting a glare at Mari. Then, he seemed to change his mind midway. "Yes…In a sense."

Mako switched one of the traps over to his other hand to give Keresh a friendly pat on the back. "Don't worry about her. Come on, I'll buy you a popsicle."

Keresh lit up immediately. "Really?"

"Really. Geez, calm down." Mako gestured at Mari to get up and gather the equipment, and she grudgingly obliged. Sometimes, he really seemed to think he could order her around…

She trailed behind a few steps, weighted down by the buckets and the bag strapped across her chest, while Mako tried, unsuccessfully, to stop Keresh from jumping up and down in excitement.

"I'm just getting you one, okay?! You really eat too many of them."

"You can't eat too many popsicles. They're practically air!" Keresh protested, quite seriously.

Mari could tell Mako was getting flustered, the left corner of his mouth rising in frustration. "That's not how it works. They're like any other food, if you eat too much of it you'll-!"

His explanation was cut off as Keresh suddenly came to a stop and looked straight up at the sky.

A few beats of silence other than the cries of seagulls and the crash of waves, and then: "There's gonna be a storm soon."

"Huh? Really?" Mari also looked overhead, seeing only the wispiest of clouds, the sun’s brute power reigning supreme even in the late afternoon and early evening.

Keresh merely nodded while Mako stared at him with a strange expression on his face.

He glanced at Mari, but she couldn't think of anything to say before Keresh began prancing ahead of them--acting like an overgrown child once again.

Mari and Mako knew better than to take the true nature of the weather at heart from a moment’s glance. They shrugged off the comment for later introspection and chased after their friend before he devastated the nearest tourist shop's dessert cooler.

End Part 1

[the-firebird69]

Trump is losing most of his army right now came by to try and grab you I have no idea what that little boys doing these kids these these a****** retards act like kids all the time and are so stupid you turn around cuz he's saying something to someone I mean your intent is to kidnap him do what it's horrible you're horrible people don't bother trying to kidnap him it doesn't do a thing for you

Trump's fleet is teeny no it's supposed to run it is he hardly has enough people to get fueled out that's it Dan and him were doing no they were trying to kidnap our son again cuz they're idiots so now they're desperate and teeny literally have only enough to pilot the stupid ships and possibly arm a few of their guns and things like that it takes a lot of people takes about 10 trillion people and he is about 1 trillion and Dan has about half a trillion cuz his big mouth seriously is a huge a****** can't wait to see him dead tell his father he opened his damn mouth to me you see and you keep having him do it you see how productive it is like I don't know it's you to do and it's stupid and it's stupid seriously it came so far and you start taking a dump on me cuz you're a loser Joell Watts. Every time you come over here to try and take a dump on me you start losing tons of your people and you can't figure it out it's almost one to one exactly one to one and you're not going to learn anymore are you you're done learning there you go sweetie we're not f****** waste of pork in time huh. Anyways he's going to lose his fleet momentarily cuz he's so teeny so I was going to come by and gobble them up probably Mac and he's getting that too so it's trying to get up there to move the ships they're trying to attack her ass as a threat and his proceeding too isn't trying such a spaceships and all sorts of things like that and we knew is going to try the kidnapping thing didn't think Dan was as stupid as he is but he is very stupid he's a stupid person we're going to get rid of most of his people today cuz he filled up Florida almost same with Trump they're both down here asking for trouble everyone's kind of laughing at him and they figured out how many are here and how many of them are here and they stopped laughing and I went to work I decided look if you get rid of a shitload them they'll keep coming and you can get rid of all of them it started balling meaning yelling this we don't have time for this and sorry I did and figured it out I can't stand you we can't stand you no one can stand you so slaughtering them and said for war and to hold them out and getting rid of them Hanover fest and told back why and he said who said to do that and said he did he said it's a good idea he'll pay for it if it's still a good idea no he's going to pay me for it that's why have those two retards going extinct can only be a benefit oh you mean money said yeah all of us wants dead too too Jesus Christ, .mac thought about it and you said no then he deserves to get him some funds it's true too we're just going to sit here and farting and not thinking about anything anytime, any thought of a way to stop them actually he's probably stop this stupid way I mean this dumb little bugs and it works so I'm going to start selling that product. She probably even something so you can sell it as like just for a joke because it's Florida chronic but really it's going to sell everywhere it's not out there cuz these bugs are around wherever this death. I was hoping I said my God this is great this little a****** is getting rid of these morons supposedly helping him. It's working

Soon after Max said that a huge wave came in some of his good hit he said it's not the best thing on earth and started pouring over him and it started wailing on them going to count so they're way too many here they start nailing them Gatling guns all over the place is moron has to go he's just a moron okay I'm not going to the space with the f****** moron so it hit him like crazy I can hear Sarah yelling he's a problem now it's not yelling about him she sees they're making mistakes or idiots about it I didn't learn from weaklings I guess.

So that's how it's going but they're going to try for spaceships and they're going to try for whatever they can get to get out there fairly soon they're getting hammered here and all over the world too everybody's going after them and say this if even if we get a black ship we can't get out there to the big ones and you just pick off the black chips as they try and get out there

Thor Freya

[lunaraen]

Would you be okay with writing werewolf kate (human or werewolf form, doesn't matter) getting viciously protective of her 'packmates' as you described them in the werewolf kate fic?

Kate knows a lot when it comes to twisting an audience.

Attention, after all, is an interesting thing for a werewolfwho’s gotten used to successfully hiding that she’s a werewolf from the rest ofthe world.

Especially when Kate is that werewolf and couldn’t be moreaddicted to attention.

She can do attention.

It’s easy to spin a traumatic childhood attack as horrific andheart-string pulling, and maybe just as easy if she could play with having beenborn this way, horribly cursed by a cruel world (or lucky enough to have acaring family who helped her learn how to deal with all of it).

Hell if Kate knows how to make falling face-and-hands first intoa patch of wolf’s bane as a clumsy child playing too deep in the forest soundanything other than pathetic.

(She’s lucky it didn’t kill her, but there’s so much conflictinginformation over something as simple as a magic plant that she supposes she’slucky she and her family just didn’t bother with it after that.)

And it would be that much easier if she had more control overherself in wolf form. Keeping the reason ambiguous wouldn’t be important if shestill mugged for the camera. Maybe she’d be a ferocious or adorable host,because she knows she can pull off being charming just as well in that form,but with her luck she’d get distracted by a squirrel on camera.

Not to say audiences wouldn’t love that, but it’s toounpredictable for her liking, and full moons may be the only time she’llactively avoid attention.

When she can.

And after Poseidon stabbed her in the back, there’s not a lotshe can do.

(Oh, Kate hates him for it because it’s so efficient andpractical and she can just imagine the way audiences loved that reveal and theway she played buddy-buddy with the others. It’s brilliant and she’d adore itif it didn’t involve her.)

Sure, she can use the knife she’s currently holding, but shewouldn’t need to if he hadn’t stolen everything from her.

He did, though, so here she is, gaze flickering from shadow toshadow as the four of them walk slowly, not stupid enough to try and make anymore noise than they have to.

Noise attracts monsters and maybe she can use her knife, rushedand shoddy as it is, but she doesn’t want to.

The moonlight is bright enough to nearly be a spotlight, themoon now waning but still large and uncovered enough to bathe them in gleaminglight while making the shadows grow longer, deeper, thicker, almost surrealfrom the stark contrast of the rocks and trees to the nearly glistening sandand patches of grass at their feet.

(She’s entirely sure now that the only reason Poseidon gave thema break was just so he could use the werewolf thing against her and for therating’s benefit. They’re all still exhausted, all shaky and paranoid, and theother night hardly counted as any sort of break.)

So, it figures, really, that when something in the bushes doesrustle, it’s on Kate’s side, just close enough for Kate to be unable to shrinkback to the others and let Quinn or Durango take care of the monster. Arrowsare a pain to dodge, and when the skeleton does step out into the moonlight,silver bones glinting as much as the twisted blade at its side, Kate does thesensible thing and stabs it before it can shoot, realizing after the fact thatshe also snarled something under her breath.

Whatever it was meant to be doesn’t matter, seeing as it onlycomes across as a growl.

One stab doesn’t guarantee anything and it could still gohorribly wrong, but she’s lucky that the arrow is shot at an odd angle, theskeleton letting go of the bow as it falls to the ground and the arrow shootinghigh above their heads and instead embedding itself into one of the surroundingtrees with a soft thud.

She imagines it’s hard to shoot accurately when falling, and theseveral ribs that audibly cracked at her stab have now broken off, turning todust as they land.

It’s with a just as audible pop that several ribs immediatelyregrow in their place, but that doesn’t seem to help the skeleton shoot anybetter either, or help at all, given the way the bones seem disjointed, theskeleton limp on the mixed patch of sand and grass, several blades of which areeven sticking out from one of its eye sockets.

It’s probably poetic and a beautiful shot, green sprigs of lifeframed by the cracked, grey bone of the long dead, but Kate has other worries.

Like staying alive.

Kate’s scared, but that’s not new. She waits for her tremblingfingers to tightly curl around her also shaking arms, but instead she doesn’teven move, knife clutched tightly in one hand while the other is extended,between the no longer moving skeleton and the others, curled just enough tomake it look as if she’s ready to attack it with her bare hand too if she hasto.

Which is ridiculous.

It’s with nothing short of blood-curdling horror that Katerealizes, as her body begins to feel icy and her limbs as heavy as iron, thatshe would have attacked it with both her blade and sharp nails if it had triedto move again.

Oh no.

No.

This is a problem.

Kate nearly staggers to the back of the group, gladly lettingher teammates take care of inspecting the maybe dead creature while Zed wrapsan arm around her shoulders.

Is she still shaking? She must be.

Durango’s voice almost sounds muffled, right but not right andas loud as it should be, for how close he is as he grumbles, but it gives Katesomething to focus on other than her maybe-trembling hands.

(She’s definitely shaking.)

“Alright Quinn, what is it this time?”

“It looks like a Spartoi… but it shouldn’t have gone downthat easy, and it’s missing a shield.” Quinn frowns, nudging the boneswith her foot as she keeps her own blade at the ready. After a moment of nomotion on behalf of the skeleton, she grabs its sword, examining the  jagged edge and the swirls designed into theblade, as silver as the bones and shining even more, replacing her more crudeweapon with it before turning back to the rest of them. “…there’sprobably more of them, whatever they are. We should move on.”

Kate nods, ignoring the comment about how her taking it downmust have meant it was easy in favor of mulling over her thoughts as she walksalongside the group, closer to the center this time as Durango and Quinn takethe lead, Zed to her side.

It’s not like her team is a bad one or anything.

Not that they’re hers,not really. Her idiots, maybe, the people she’s stuck with, people who havesaved her and started working alongside her, but…

Zed is hers. He’s her friend, her best one, the one that’salways been there.

And Kate abhors the way Durango and Quinn seem to easily fitinto the category of ‘friends’ right beside him.

She cuts off a groan, pinching the bridge of her nose in a waythat also manages to have her nails nearly digging into the corners of hereyes, and as futile as they may have been, it’s still in a resigned matter thatshe mentally throws out any plans of negotiating with Poseidon. She won’t betrying to sell out Quinn and Durango anytime soon, though she has the feelingthat even if she did, Zed wouldn’t forgive her for it, never mind the funnytugging inside that growls hers.

Kate’s used to being possessive, just not over people.

Well, over more than one person.

She should not be this easily won over by ear scratches andbacon. It’s degrading.

…even if this might make audiences love her even more.

Kate bites back a whine as she rubs at one of her temples, leaninggently into Zed. This is going to make getting out of this so much harder thanit has any right to be.

(But, after years of wishing, Kate’s finally got a pack.

She’s just not sure what to make of that.)

If nothing else, she’s sure she’ll play this up as just anotherploy to win the audience over.

This is the sort of thing audiences love and Kate’s pretty sureit’ll just make her that much more endearing if she plays into the redeemablemonster route.

And of course that should make her feel that much better,because the audience loving her even more is always a good thing and how couldthey not, but this is the first time in a long time that she’s cared aboutsomeone’s affections more than the audience’s, beyond Zed, and that just makesit even more complicated and terrifying.

Kate can blame the stress, the lack of sleep, both stranglingher nerves and making every movement feel stilted, can blame the eerie natureof the unnaturally bright moon and the too dark shadows…

And maybe that plays a part, but that’s not all of it.

The closer they get to the shore, the louder the waves becomeand the saltier and stronger the breeze, and Kate tenses, fingers tightening againaround the hilt of her weapon.

Her glancing around doesn’t keep her from noticing the way theothers do the same, and suddenly Durango and Quinn’s backs are nearly entirelyto Kate as they walk slower. It doesn’t feel like she’s getting the coldshoulder treatment and something in her sinks as she realizes they’re doingwhat she did to them, because it’s protective in a way it shouldn’t be.

And something in her wants to do that for them again, and it’sso unlike Kate that it almost makes her as sick as the lack of sleep.

(The worst part isn’t how Kate’s looking for affection andattention now from them, because she wants approval rather than just becausemore attention is good. It’s how willing they are to give it to her.)

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ A NIGHTMARE ❜

with Michael ‘Riz’ Ariza and the Reyes brothers.

Request #1: Please tell me mine makes the count for the first 10 lmao But if you can. Can you please do a Riz request where the girl is a sister, possibly a Reyes sister and the two of them are secretly together. And they spend the night together until her two brothers open the door and see them?

BY @firebenderwolf

Request #2: helloooooo i would to request an imagine with riz ariza in which the reader is angel and ez sister. the plot about something fluff like cuddling or having a cute whatever is better for you. Thank you so much🤍

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: anout 1.8k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @fromthesixteenthfloor

Masterlist.

Suddenly waking up, covered by sweat and your heart racing, you grab the baseball bat next to your bed. You're pretty sure that you heard a strange noise coming from the living room, but EZ and Angel are out of town. So you just hope that it was part of your nightmare. Slowly walking through your brother's flat, barefoot and trying to be silent, you turn on the lights. Everything seems under normality. The windows are closed and the main door is locked. Nothing is thrown over the floor and the TV is off. Coming back to your room with the same defensive position and the bat raised up in front of your eyes, ready to beat whoever's ass, you run like never before as soon as you reach your dorm. Putting the latch that Angel installed for you, for these days, you crawl to your bed to grab your phone starting to cry for no reason. Typing Riz's number by heart, you wait impatiently for hearing his voice.

“Mi amor, what's up?” He was sleeping, noticing it in the low tone he uses to speak.

“Can yo—you come to my house, pl—please?” You can't help but sob, rubbing your eyes with your knuckles.

“Shit, yes, of course, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Feeling awake, he sounds like he's getting up from his bed, looking for some clothes to wear.

“I just… have a nigh—nightmare, and I'm freak—freaking scared”.

“I'll be there in ten, okay?”

“Ok—Okay…”

You can't stop checking the hour on your phone every single second, biting superficially your nails without breaking them, trying to calm yourself somehow. You're not used to having nightmares, and usually when it happens, you don't remember what happened. But when your screen turns on again with a text message from Riz, you start to cry again unconsolable, leaving it away and getting up from your bed to run towards the entrance. And, as soon as you open the main door, you jump into him. Your boyfriend doesn't hesitate to hold you tightly, surrounding his waist with your legs, clinged to him with all your strength.

“It's okay, mi amor… It's okay, I'm here”. He whispers caressing your back, coming into the house and closing the door behind his back.

Sinking your face into his neck, you try to get a little more relaxed, less shaked and breathing somewhat better. He knows he doesn't need to say anything, being enough with his presence and his lovely touch. It's the first time he hears you cry and it's really breaking his heart. Leading his steps towards the nearest sofa, Riz sits there holding you yet, before cupping your cheek in his hands. Cleaning your tears without any word uttered, he leans to peck your lips softly.

“I'm here, mi amor, don't cry”. He mutters, leaving now some clingy kisses in your cheeks to make you laugh. At least, a little.

“Can you… please stay tonight?” You almost beg him, sniffing but not crying anymore.

“You don't have to ask for it, mi reina”. He just says, showing you that smile you love more than anything.

Riz has that power on you that anyone else has. He husks your demons, your insecurities, your fears. Anything bad that runs through your mind, he puts it down. And he does it so easily that sometimes surprises you. Resting your head over one of his shoulders, you surround him with your arms, closing your eyes just for some seconds in the meantime you recover your peaceful breathing.

“Do you want me to prepare you a tea or something?”

You shake your head softly.

“Okay, I'm gonna take you to bed, alrai'?”

Standing up from the sofa, he walks towards your room with a slow pace, until reaching it. Placing your feet on the white fluffy carpet, Riz starts to undress himself leaving only his boxers, to lie down by your side drawing you into his arms, after turning off the lights. One of his hands falls on your neck, while the other caress your skin under the short sleeve, tangling your legs with his. Placing gently kisses on your forehead, you rest your head over his shoulder, closing your eyelids. Now you feel more safe than ever, even if there's any danger close.

“I love you”. You whisper into his ear, leaning some inches to kiss his cheek.

You're not used to saying these three simple words, but instead using a lot of pet-names. So every time you utter them, your boyfriend smiles like an idiot, just like you do. You don't know how it happened, exactly. Since you two met, you couldn't avoid flirting unconsciously, until you found out that you were in love with each other to the gills. And one night at the clubhouse, he couldn't wait much more to kiss you. Sometimes it's difficult to hide it from your brothers, but it's been eight months since you started and they don't suspect anything, even if you know that one day you will have to tell them about your relationship. But for the moment, you don't want to think about it, getting more comfy under his arms.

“I was thinking of asking Bishop for some days off, so we can go somewhere”. Riz comments with feigned causality, making you laugh low.

“Sounds good”. You nod, raising your eyes towards the black ones. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I don't know… Tijuana, Los Angeles, San Diego. Depends on if you prefer more heat desert or beach”.

“Anywhere is perfect without having to hide”.

“Fuck, yes”. The mexican can't help but break into laughter. “Do you feel better?”

Turning over his side, he caresses the line of your jaw softly. You just nod in silence, before pressing your lips on his. Getting perfectly molded, you tangle your fingers in his hair, not wanting to let him go.

“I love you, mi amor”. He says between some kisses.

You wake up rested and feeling better than other nights, sticking your back to his chest and tangling your fingers with the ones around your neck and waist, shortening the distance. Feeling how Riz holds you tightly and leaves some kisses on your head, you purr softly drawing a smile on your lips. You would like to spend the whole morning like that, just enjoying his pampers in silence. But he has to work and you have to study for an exam. So that calm doesn't last long.

“Talk with your brothers about the nightmare, when they come ba—”.

“We're already here, old ass!”

Angel's voice freezes your blood. Suddenly opening your eyes and sitting up over the bed with a terrified look on your faces.

“Shit…” Your boyfriend snorts, rubbing his face with both hands.

“Maybe they didn't hear you”. You try to whisper.

“What the fuck, girl? I'm answering him”.

“Angel…” EZ's just says.

“What? He's fucking our little sister, man!”

“And you're fucking the whole Santo Padre”. Your brother responds, making you chuckle, seeing Riz getting up to get dressed.

“We're not talking about my cock”.

“Not even about Riz's”. You add then, stepping out from your dorm, walking towards them in the living room. “Jeez… You look like shit”.

Angel raises an eyebrow with his eyes on yours, before rolling them.

“Thank you, that's very kind”. Ezekiel smirks, having a sip from his coffee. “Having fun in our absence?”

“I had a nightmare. I thought someone came to… steal or something, and I was fucking scared”.

“So you call him”.

“Who else, idiot?”

“Pops?” EZ says as if it wasn't obvious.

“Guys”.

“Dirty old ass”.

“Angel, I'm gonna fucking punch you el pinche hocico”. (Into the fucking mouth).

“Fight me, gnome”.

Lifting up both eyebrows looking at him, twisting your neck, you can't believe how immature he's sometimes.

“I will call you when I'm done later, okay?”

“No, you better don't call h—”.

“Ezekiel, can you hit Angel, please?”

Your brother obeys delighted, punching his shoulder, as he used to so when you were children. And the older gives him back another, distracting them so you can say goodbye to Riz, accompanying him to the main door.

“Thank you for coming last night”. You whisper, hearing your brothers complaining about the punches, while he kisses your forehead chuckling.

“Anytime, gnome”.

“Oh, c'mon!” You laugh palming his chest. “I love you…”

“I love you too”.

Coming back to the living room, after closing the door, you continue to the kitchen to have some coffee in a mug and sit at the table with your brothers. They stop fighting, waiting for some kind of explanation.

“He runs Vicki's house”.

“And you run the whole Santo Padre”. Ezekiel is drinking when he hears you, almost drowning between some coughs and cleaning his mouth with a hand.

“Anyone know?” He asks then.

“Yeah, Taza and Bishop”.

“Girl, what the fuck? How do they know before us?”

“I went to Taza's ranch to have dinner. Like… a lot of times”.

“You went to a house in the middle of nowhere with three men older than you?” Angel can't believe you, leaning towards the table.

“Yeah, and we did an orgy. Are you fucking idiot?” You growl hitting his forehead with your palm.

“Pops knows?” Turning to your other brother, you nod shrugging as if it wasn't obvious.

Suddenly, Angel throws himself to the floor, sobbing and tangling his hands over his own chest. You two look at him over the table, watching him feigning a heart attack or being possessed. Any theory is valid for whatever he's doing.

“You fucking drama queen…” Rolling your eyes, you sit up again.

“How much time do y—”.

“Eight months”.

“AY! AY, AY!” You can't help but break into laughs, hearing your big brother pretending to be crying.

“Fucking idiot”. Shaking your head, you get up from your chair to turn the table and fall onto Angel's abdomen like a plank.

“Don' touch me, you traitor, breaking my poor heart”.

“Anything that a Reyes sandwich doesn't fix”. The other says, falling onto you smashing both.

“FUCK, EZEKIEL”. The oldest and you complain laughing, barely breathing. “FUCKING MOVE”.

Squirming in the middle, you free yourself, lying on the floor between both. Looking at them, you place your arms under their necks pulling them closer.

“(Y/N) Ariza. How does it sound?”

“If you fuckin' change the ‘Reyes’ one day, I'm gonna run over him with pops' car”. Angel grunts palming your forehead.

“I'm more into tying his feet to it, and driving through the desert”. Ezekiel opines pursing his lips in a petty smile.

“You wouldn't if I poison you first”.

“Yeah, whatever. What happened last night?”

“I think it was just my subconscious missing my two favorite boys”.

“Do you see how fake that sounds, mi dulcecito?”

“Cierra el pinche hocico”. (Shut the fuck up). You chuckle with your eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I really missed you those four days, idiots…”

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