#on accident and then had to finish it in like 15 minutes which gave me like 1 min per problem

[garbinge]

Clean Cut

Tim Bradford x F!Nurse!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of bullets, war, shrapnel, anxiety, worry, car accidents. Slightly angsty. 

Word Count: 1.2k 

A/N: Okay so I just caught up with all The Rookie seasons and I’m just LIVING for Chenford. Like LIVING. buuuuuut I noticed there wasn’t much Tim x Reader fic out there soooooo I figured why not! This idea came to my head at some point when I was watching and I also have like a whole story of their life beyond and before this moment but enjoy this little reworked snippet from 2x08. 

The Rookie Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics​

It had felt like a long day already and you had only been clocked in at the hospital for two hours. You still had 10 hours left in your shift and it felt like you experienced a whole day’s worth already. Being a corpsman for a Marine squad prepared you for a lot but sometimes the uniqueness of LA and the people who resided in it and tended to need your RN medical services at St. Stevens ran you for your money. 

Currently, you were updating patient charts during the lull that was likely to last all of two seconds but it beat staying an extra hour to finish your paperwork likely unpaid because the hospital rarely approved overtime for RNs. 

“Wanna tell me why it’s so crazy for a Tuesday?” 

The statement from your coworker caused you to look at them over your shoulder and let out a laugh. 

“I wish I had an answer to that, but I also feel like anything I say will jinx it even more.” You pushed the computer cart against the wall and moved over to your coworkers cart. “You’ve got like 15 pages here, what is this?” You picked up the manila folder that was larger than your normal ER patient folders. 

“Police car accident. There’s a few of them in the ER right now, these things always include tons of paperwork. Everyone needs to cover their asses.” 

Your heart started to beat faster at the mention of a police accident but what really caused you to go into panic mode was seeing your husband's name on the report. 

Before you could even answer your co-worker you were moving down the stairs, knowing the elevator would take too long. You knew the elevator would probably be quicker but the thought of standing still while you waited for and in it would drive your mind crazy so rushing down the stairs was the better alternative. 

Tim was sitting on one of the ER beds, the scene of it caused you to stop for a minute. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen Tim hurt waiting to be treated. In all honesty this was probably the tamest medical treatment scenario you two had been in together. He looked fine from afar, but that didn’t stop the worry from boiling in your gut. 

“What happened?” You were next to him within seconds, the worry being the fuel of moving you from the staircase entrance to his side in seconds. 

“I rear ended a civilian.” Tim knew better than to try and calm you down with pleasantries and relaxing mantras. 

“Jesus.” Your hand moved to your pocket in search of your pen light. Quickly, you flashed it in front of his eyes, searching for his eyes to constrict and then dilate when you moved the light away. 

“They already did this.” Tim’s voice was neutral, but you knew he was annoyed. 

“Humor me.” Your head tilted, now your own annoyance was clear to him. 

His eyes softened as they met yours and he nodded which gave you the okay to keep running through the trauma checklist in your head. 

“This isn’t like you.” Tim said after a few minutes of silence between you as he humored you by lifting up his arms as you pressed down on his ribs and checked his reflexes. 

“In what way?” You talked as you continued to look him over. 

“I’ve come home and told you I’ve gotten shot at and you barely react, I tell you that I got into a car accident and you’re acting like I have internal bleeding.” Tim’s eyebrows raised. 

“Did they do a CT scan? You could have internal bleeding. Especially if the airbags went off.” 

“Doc.” The use of the nickname only 13 people in the world knew you as caused you to stop your examination of Tim and stand in front of him, slightly defeated. 

“If I worried about every close call you encounter everyday, I’d be dysfunctional. This.” You pointed towards him and the bed, “This is tangible. This actually happened.” 

Tim nodded and a smirk slightly filled his face. 

“You doubtin’ me, Sarge?” You frowned as you asked him, using your own nickname for him. 

“No,” Tim let out a chuckle and shook his head before looking back up at you. “I know better than to ever doubt you.” 

“Smart man.” Officer Lopez walked up to the two of you with a smile. “How’s he doin’?” She looked between the both of you. 

“He’s fine. No signs of a concussion,” you looked at Angela and then back at Tim, “and no signs of internal bleeding.” You smirked at him knowing he was going to give you one back. 

“Give us a minute, Lopez?” Tim stood up and ripped the hospital bracelet off his wrist. 

“Yea, just wanted to let you know the break lights were cut in the car you hit, foul play, you’ll likely be in the clear.” She explained while looking at the both of you, relief coming as a sigh from both you and Tim. “I’ll be in the lobby.” She nodded at him and squeezed your arm to say goodbye before leaving the ER. 

“We goin’ back to the conversation we were having or a new one?” You asked Tim as he towered over you. 

“You pulled shrapnel out of my abdomen in Afghanistan and you look more worried checking me for a concussion.” Tim said with his arms crossed. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing.” Your one worded answer wasn’t convincing.

“Don’t lie to me.” Tim said more seriously than any of his other statements. 

You sighed, “Like I said, this is tangible. In Afghanistan, we weren’t exactly given the space to worry. Here, I feel like it’s all I have to hold onto. But again, if I held onto every worry I’d be dysfunctional. I know you can handle yourself when bullets are flying, when shit goes sideways, it’s these out of your control scenarios that just get me flustered.” You explained moving your hands around as you talked. 

Tim brought you in for a hug, knowing nothing he’d say could change anything. “You do realize, I’m the one that rear-ended the civilian, not the other way around, right? Totally in my control.” He teased you. 

“Not according to Angela.” You corrected him and he chuckled. 

“I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a quick kiss on the top of your head. 

“See you tonight, I already texted Angela all the concussion signs in case we missed anything.” Letting your last bit of worry out. 

“You haven’t missed a single diagnosis or injury since I met you, Doc!” He called out from a few feet from you. 

“You know, I’m technically not a doc, anymore, Sarge!” You yelled out to him. 

He turned around with his arms up as he continued to walk backwards. “And I’m not technically a Sargeant anymore.” 

“Old habits die hard!” You yelled back just before the elevator doors opened and he stepped backwards into the elevator flashing you a quick smile before the doors closed and he was back on duty.

[kannymaei]

The Perfect Girl - Chapter 14 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

MASTERLIST

Author’s Note: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

WC: 2.8k

Next Chapter -> Chapter 15

‘What happened to Guuji Yae?’

‘I heard from someone that she got caught by Lord Ayato sleeping with his sister’s boyfriend’

‘She’s so shameless!’

‘I also heard Diluc confessed to Y/N!”

‘No way! He did?!’

‘What did he see with Y/N…’

‘I think Diluc was better off with Jean…’

‘Didn’t Jean break his trust after that scandal three years ago?’ 

‘Oh yeah, I remember it was like Lumine had a crush on Diluc but Diluc’s actions were misinterpreted because it was like he also felt the same with Lumine but in reality he truly loved Jean that time but Jean was seeing someone else in another school which broke Diluc’s heart.’

‘I think he stopped liking someone until Y/N came to this school.’

‘I heard a lot of rumors about her! Her name was so familiar… I just can't pinpoint where…'

'What kind of rumors?' 

'Do you remember that car accident that was all over the news a loooong time ago? Like it's more than 10 years already?'

'What does that have to do with Y/N?' 

'Well…' 

"I do think that you should not spread rumors about anyone." The mysterious man walked up to the two students that were talking. He could tell from their faces that these two students didn't know who he was. 

'Are you from this school? I don't think I've seen someone like you…' 

'He's… handsome…' 

He gave them a death stare that jolted the two students to walk away. He looked at his watch and calculated the time since he last saw you. 

(30 minutes since I've seen my lovely Y/N) 

He knew that his transfer during this time of the season was perfect, he could seize the opportunity to have you as his date for the holiday celebration of the school every December. 

— 

You fidgeted your fingers around the table as your teacher, Mr. Zhongli, was quite late for his class today. Your thoughts shifted to the man that saved you from your ankle injury, he was quite handsome and assumed that he would be popular with the girls. But of course, you knew that no one would be more handsome than Kamisato Ayato. 

(Wait, why am I thinking about him?!) You shook your head and mentally facepalm.

You wondered how the seat next to you was empty for a long time since that incident. You've been asking yourself, is he alright after that incident? 

To be frank, you knew that Miko deserved all of it since she stole your life or ruined yours rather but you also knew that she was also being brainwashed by her parents. 

Brainwashed or not, she was already old to know what's right and wrong and the things that she did to hurt you the moment you transferred to this school was no excuse. 

The door opened and the class went silent, you saw Mr. Zhongli enters the classroom followed by the mysterious man that saved you from your ankle injury. 

"Pardon me class, if I was late since we just finished the papers for the new transferee this year. Would you introduce yourself to everyone?" Zhongli said while he fixed the things he would need for today's class. 

"Sure." The man responded. 

"Al Haitham." He said and nodded to everyone, almost half of the women in your class were giggling and whispering.

"I suppose you should go sit on Mr. Kamisato's seat since he's been homeschooling for quite some time." Zhongli stated and pointed at the empty seat next to you.

'Dang it Y/N, why do you always get the handsome guys?!' 

(Well… sorry?) You said to yourself as he approached the seat. 

He sat and said something to you "Hello, Miss Who-Almost-Got-A-Sprain" and hid his smile. 

"Quite a coincidence that you are my classmate… haha…" You nervously replied, his eyes said it all. He's intimidating and looks like a lion who's about to eat his prey.

"Miss Y/N, would you show our new student around the campus after class?" Zhongli asked but you knew that you cannot reject his offer, you could tell from Al Haitham's aura that he only wanted YOU to be accompanying him . 

"Y-yes sir…" You softly replied and looked at the window while Al Haitham sat on his seat placing his shoulder bag on the floor. 

"Is Miss L/N scared of me? Am I too intimidating?" He placed his hand on his chin and looked at you. 

You didn't look back because you knew that your eyes would meet so you replied nonchalantly. 

"I am scared, so what?" You said in your defense.

"Well… that's a problem." Al Haitham said and thought of how his plans with you aren't going to go well if you were already scared of him.

(Why's this guy hitting up on Y/N?! He doesn't look like the person to be a womanizer or flirt with women every now and then?) Diluc stared at him when Al Haitham met his eyes and smirked. 

— 

"Well… this is the stairs where you saved me from my sprain…" You said. 

"Miss Y/N, I heard from Mr. Zhongli said earlier that there would be an annual holiday event at school coming really soon… I suppose I should ask you if you can come with me since I really don't have any friends." Al Haitham innocently asked you with you not fully being aware that he was taking his chances to take you out on a date. 

"Hmm… I suppose I'm also free on that day. In Fact, I don't have a partner or buddy… Childe goes with Lumine and Itto goes with Sara while Diluc would accompany Ayaka because Ayato has ordered him to protect his sister while he wasn't around." You asked yourself why didn't you get paired up with someone, maybe your classmates were afraid of you after all of the things that happened but it's very unlikely since you're friends with Albedo, Xiao, and Kazuha but it's not on the same level as you have with Diluc and the others. 

—

"I'd like to surprise Lady L/N on the annual celebration of the school, kindly prepare these things for me Thoma. It's a surprise gift for a surprise date." Ayato handed an A4 paper to Thoma, a paper that consisted of the gifts that he wanted to give you because it's the first time he'd be asking you out. 

— 

"Sure! I'll accompany you on the annual celebration of the school!" You smiled and agreed on Al Haitham's proposal. 

"Ah, thank you Miss L/N." He nodded and continued to follow you around the campus. 

…

…

…

"I should probably introduce you to my friends!" You said to Al Haitham but he held your hand.

"That is not necessary Miss L/N, you alone, is already enough for me." Al Haitham held your hand and looked directly into your eyes.

You feel your blood rushing to your cheeks, what else could he mean that you're already enough?

(Stupid Y/N, of course as a friend there's no way someone handsome than him would like you immediately…) 

“You look like a tomato, I could eat you up right now.” Al Haitham blushed as soon as he realized what he meant on the last line he said.

“And you look stupid!” You said in your defense.

The two of you shared a laugh when a certain person you knew took a picture of you and Al Haitham and sent it to Kamisato Ayato.

—

Kamisato Ayato is in the study room reading love stories where the female lead and male lead were separated in the beginning but was given the chance to rewrite their love story for the one last time when the male lead almost died in an unfortunate accident. He remembers the first time you entered his house for the painting project you did and how Shouta kept on shipping the two of you, he truly regrets that he did everything to stop Shouta. That is when his phone rang a notification from Itto in their group chat.

Itto: *Image attached (You and Al Haitham sharing a laugh together with Al Haitham blushing).*

Itto: Uh-oh, someone’s going to get pissed off here.

Childe: ITTO WHAT THE HELL?

Diluc: Where the hell are you, Itto? We have classes in 2 minutes.

Itto: Yeah but shouldn’t you ask Y/N the same thing?

Diluc: The only difference between the two of you is that she’s excused to accompany the new student and you aren’t.

Itto: Okay but what’s Ayato’s take on this?

Ayato: That person is quite familiar.

Ayato cleared his throat and irritatingly closed the book and examined the image Itto sent intensely.

Diluc: I kind of… thought the new student was hitting up on Y/N, apparently, I heard from our classmates-

Ayato: Who?

Diluc: Well… from Layla and Ganyu, This man and Y/N already met prior even before Mr. Morax introduced him to us.

Ayato: What’s the name of this person?

Childe: Al Haitham!

Ayato’s eyes widened, he remembered when he went through in the guest list book during the celebration he had 3 months ago, the name of that man was written there. 

(His family was one of our potential investors in the upcoming project for the city…) Ayato knew why Al Haitham was at the party. He wasn’t worried if he found out about the scandal Guuji Yae and Aether had done, he was worried that he was targeting you.

Ayato: Childe, Diluc, Itto, do me a favor and check the background of this Al Haitham. Meet me here in our residence after class.

Itto, Childe, Diluc: Ok, class is about to start now. We’ll get back to you after a few hours.

—

Guuji Yae’s family has plotted the death of Kamisato Ayato and Y/N L/N in the form of an accident.

When the heir and heiress had amnesia, Ayato was entangled with Guuji Yae and Y/N was entangled with Al Haitham.

Al Haitham was the only son and heir of his family. 

Ilia was a very beautiful woman where she caught the eyes and attention of the two most prestigious and handsome men of their highschool. It was no other than the father of Al Haitham and the father of Kamisato Ayato. Yet, Ilia had married off someone that she met in college, she didn't want to have an even higher profile let alone being acquainted with the two famous and most respected families in the city. 

Al Haitham has stayed in the L/N house for a year to accompany your loneliness. But no matter how hard he tried, there was no light in your eyes at all. The two of you hardly spoke to each other. You felt like an empty shell, to an extent that you don't remember Al Haitham at all.

But he didn't give up, he still tried to create a bond with you even if he always failed at each time. 

And before he left your residency, he made sure that one day, the two of you would cross paths again and when that happens, he would surely make you fall in love with him 

Al Haitham's background isn't suspicious at all but one thing is for sure, and Ayato knew that Y/N holds a very special place in his heart. And he knew damn well that he shouldn't let his guard down around this man.

— 

"So should we just beat up this guy?" It was suggested while slouching on the couch in the living room of the Kamisato residence. 

"Itto!" Ayaka slapped his hand. 

"I know texting isn't enough, we decided to pay you a visit here Ayato, just like you said earlier." Childe said, fidgeting his hands around the table while giving a sigh. 

"We haven't seen you in a while… how are you feeling after that incident?" Diluc said while his eyes wandered around the room, it looks like nothing has changed here compared to the days that everyone gathered here to visit you in the hospital. 

"I'm glad it happened, I'm no longer blind with the lies of that wench." Ayato annoyingly replied thinking how Miko was a nasty fox. 

"What about Y/N, where is she?" Ayato asked. 

"Why do you ask? Do you like her?" Diluc said nonchalantly.

"N-no I don't! I'm only curious about the new student— why is he around Y/N? He could have befriended someone that's b-better than her!" Ayato frantically said, he remembered that no one knew except Ayaka that he has grown a liking towards you for a while.

"Hmp." Diluc said. 

"Oh well, that's about Al Haitham, I can't dig deeper information about his family. We only got surface knowledge. We need to do and prepare something more than this to find out more about him." 

—

"Have we met before?" You asked Al Haitham while swinging your feet on the bench admiring the sunset in the park. 

"No… we haven't." Al Haitham lied, maybe it's best if he doesn't reveal that he knew you.

He looked at you and you looked at him. His eyes were very beautiful. He cupped your cheeks and spared no time to just stare at you, the sky was beautiful but you were more beautiful than any sunset.

"Y/N, I am quite infatuated with you. I know we just met today, I understand if it's too much. But something tells me—" Al Haitham said but you cut him off. 

"Yes, you are infatuated with me. I do think you're taking things way too far than they should." You don't know what you were saying but your heart has been telling you that there's already someone who got your heart. You don't know just yet that you were, in fact, in denial about it. 

"It's getting too late, shall I give you a ride back home?" Al Haitham said averting the topic. 

"Yes, thank you for understanding." You said and stood up. 

…

…

…

"Holy shit is that Y/N?!" Childe placed his face on the window seeing you with Al Haitham, it looked like he was about to give you a drive home.

"Oh it's just Al Haitham giving her a ride home." Ayaka said, analyzing what she was seeing. 

"Let's follow them." Diluc suggested and smirked, he knew fully well that Ayato wouldn't let anyone get near you and he suggested that they should follow him to see where Al Haitham would be taking you. 

"Brother, if you don't want Y/N to go to a stranger's car, why not stop the car in front of her and you give her the ride home?" Ayaka added. 

"With all of you here?— I mean, I don't wanna see her yet." Ayato coughed and continued to drive, Ayaka just shook her head. 

She thought how Ayato was very obvious with his likings towards you but is 101% in denial about it. 

Ayato was completely dazed about your smile, it was frustrating how he wasn't the reason for that smile. He wondered what Al Haitham said to you that made you smile. 

…

…

…

"We're being followed." Al Haitham said and you looked at the side mirror. 

"Isn't that… Childe's car?" You become familiar with everyone's car, it's quite often how everyone always brings there's at school to the point that you think that you don't need to bring yours. 

Al Haitham quickly deduced that Ayato might have ordered Childe to search for you. Well, he doesn't have any ill intent towards you and brought you home. It would be funny if those following you successfully wasted their time.

"Very annoying." Ayato coldly said while watching Al Haitham assist you in your house. Everyone inside the car tried their hardest to hold their laugh. 

When Al Haitham left, you looked back at the driver's seat, even if you can't see clearly who was driving. Ayato knew that you two shared a glance. 

"Dinner is on me?" Childe said. 

"Finally, you said something good, Childe." Diluc jokingly replied.

—

The night went faster and Ayato found himself staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He hates Al Haitham being close to you, in fact he can't sleep thinking about it. 

When his thoughts averted back to you, he decided to stalk your social media accounts and came across a certain picture that you took last summer. 

It was you wearing a swimsuit, this was the first time Ayato was stunned by your body. 

His blood rushed not towards his cheeks but somewhere else near his abdomen, he can't take off his eyes on your chest. 

Ayato knew it was wrong but would it hurt if he decided to give himself some pleasure after all of the pain and stress that he has been through? His manhood was bulging really hard and it felt like it was asking him to release him from the knot. 

After all, he is alone in his bedroom and no one would know about it. He held his manhood and continued what he was supposed to do. 

In the end… Kamisato Ayato realized that he was in love with you and he wouldn't let Al Haitham take you from him. 

[forestshadow-wolf]

Blossoms of love

Stories and feelings

Pairing: soap/ghost

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, hanahaki, mentions of past character death

Ao3 link || chapter 1 || chapter 2

As hard as he tried, sleep evaded all attempts at capture. Still he kept his eyes closed, hoping by some miracle to catch even a wink of sleep. 10, 15, 30 minutes passed before he gave up, finally deciding the eventual back pain from the position wasn’t worth pretending to sleep anymore. When he opened his eyes he was met with a certain pair of piercing, blue, scottish eyes. He felt a less than comfortable flare of pain in his throat, thankful for the mask covering his face.

At some point while he had his eyes closed, Price had moved to the seat next to Gaz, and they were playing a game of cards. Soap, seeing that his eyes were open, scooched over to the seat next to him. The ache didn’t ease as soap sat down, in fact it flamed hotter as soap knocked their knees together. The pain was so great that for a moment he forgot how to breathe, and he hoped only he noticed how raspy his breathing had gotten.

“You alright, L.T.? Bin kind o’ wheesht th’ lest tae days.”

“English.”, the playful jab was second nature by now.

“Quiet. Ye been quiet since yesterday.”, he clarified. Ghost had to clear his throat before replying. Soap gave him a quick look that he couldn’t quite decipher.

“I’m always quiet.”

“Ah ken, but not this quiet.”, his chest seemed to tighten at the scot’s words.

“Don’t worry about me, johnny.”, he could hear his own breath rattling in his chest as he spoke.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence after that. Though it wasn’t too long after that soap began telling ghost about his day yesterday. How he’d been helping a rookie fit one of the vehicles in the shop, which quickly led to how his granda taught him how to fix all sorts of vehicles.

“He sounds like a good man, johnny.”

“Aye, he was.. He got hit by a drunk driver a few years back, he didn’t make it to the hospital. My nan was heartbroken.” he fidgeted with his fingers as he finished, as if he hadn’t told anyone until just now.

“She…”, he had to clear his throat again, “did she develop…” he trailed off at the end, not wanting to… offend him. Soap nodded his head.

“They offered surgery but, uh, but she refused.”

“Sorry to hear. I… I know the pain.”

His chest twanged with pain, and his breath rattled again as he was overcome with an urge to ease the sergeant’s pain. He was unable to cover the wet cough that took over his body without warning. A hand began rubbing soothing circles on his back and shoulder, and suddenly he had swallowed barbed wire. The next hack brought out copper tanginess, and spit softened spindles to coat his tongue and lips.

When the fit was over he could feel two pairs of eyes on his back, and one on his masked face. He could feel a very slight dampness on his lips, which he assumed indicated his mask hadn’t been left unaffected.

“Ghost.”, price called over in a concerned voice.

“‘M fine, cap. Swallowed a fiber from my mask by accident.” he answered, not turning to look at the man, ignoring the way the debris on his lip rubbed irritatingly between his lip and the mask when he spoke. The twin sets of burning gazes stayed for another excruciatingly long moment before dissipating.

He took a steadying breath that rattled so loudly he was sure soap could hear before lifting up the bottom of his mask, just enough to rest on the bridge of his nose. Soap’s gaze hadn’t wavered once, and his eyes shot down to his lips as soon as they were exposed, recognition lighting up in them.

“Ghost..?”, the words were barely above a whisper.

“This isn’t-.. It’s not… my first time.”, he breathed through his mouth as he spoke.

“We hafta- you should- price has to know.”

“No.” ghost immediately shot back, “not yet.” he added to ease the blow.

“Ghost..”, soap, oddly enough, looked saddened by his words.

“Please, johnny, I should have a few more weeks, at least, before it gets too bad. You can’t tell him.” ghost was nearly ready to get on his knees to beg, when soap finally relented with a dejected sigh.

“You said… this wasnae your first time?” soap asked after a moment of quiet. He nodded.

“It was years ago, and I got the surgery to remove it.” he said softly.

“Why didnae ye just tell whoever it was?”

“It doesn’t work like that.. And I couldn’t.”

“Why not?” ghost whipped off the remaining petals and pulled his mask back down.

“It’s gotta be a natural reciprocation, johnny.” he said, purposefully playing dumb.

“Ah ken that, but why couldnae ya tell ‘em?”, he got the feeling soap knew what he was doing. He answered with a sigh.

“We were both military. It was a bad OP with faulty intel, and it only got worse from there. They didn’t make it, along with several others. A few weeks later I, along with a few others began developing symptoms. I got it removed as soon as I could, it took almost 2 months of recovery. Those two months were the worst I've ever experienced. Don’t think I could do that again. One of them chose not to, they were given the flower just before they died, I heard they got buried together. After that I only went on solo for a while, that’s why I go on so many now. Old habits and all, ya’know.”

Soap hummed an understanding as he shook his head to clear his mind of the memories.

“... Ye ken who it is?”

“maybe.”

“Think ya got a shot?”, the scot asked, an honest question.

“Dunno.”, ghost answered just as truthfully.

“Do I get ta ken?”, soap asked lightly.

“No.” ghost answered just as light. Even as the pain in his chest simultaneously eased up and stabbed deeper at the same time.

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@checkerscharlie @halb-nichts @heyitsropi @trekkie-in-space

[pbandjesse]

I am very tired today. I also am just having trouble hearing people. I feel like I am hearing them but not understanding. I don't know what's up. Not fun.

Last night when I got home James wanted me to try their garlic bread. Which was very good but I was not hungry so I didn't eat much. I was just so tired. I washed my hair and felt a little better. And fell asleep pretty quickly. I was just so beat.

I did not feel much better when I woke up. I just wanted to keep sleeping. I gave myself an extra 15 minutes and would get up and tried to feel fine.

Jsmss left while I was doing my makeup. They packed me lots of snacks and things today. And I had hoped that it would perk me up.

The drive into camp was fine. It wasn't as cold today but it was still cold.

I spent the first half hour I was there eating breakfast and working on my beading project. But soon I needed to go set up my program for the feild trip today.

I was frustrated when I went over to the eyrie and could not find my program box. It was in the closet. Why! Annoying. Whatever. I went to arts and crafts and set that up and turned on a space heater that did not do much. And went back to the office.

Sarah, Celia, and Eliza were there. We chatted and I kept working on my beading. I was not feeling very social. I wanted to save my energy for our field trip. Because it was going to go very quick and crazy. 4 groups of 23 2nd graders. 25 minute rotations. Wild.

And of course the group was late. So we had to cut the first program. Not shocked. Me and Celia were talking before they got there and we were both very worried about skipping a program. Because then everyone is missing a different one. And so someone won't do my craft and another won't see the animals. And it just makes us both a little stressed.

But we did our best to make it the best quick feildtirp we could!!

And they were lovely children. Good listeners. Just so sweet. And for being such a quick turn around we got through a bunch of stuff I would normally do in the bee program. They didn't all finish their crafts but their teacher said they could finish once they got back to school. That made me feel better too.

Elizabeth came up to watch the program. Which always makes me nervous but I think I did a good job. My tape dispensers are all broken so I would be standing there with tape and scissors and just put a ton of pieces on the edge of the table so people could just come and grab it.

In the last half hour Elizabeth came up to ask me to put together a bag of supplies for the group who didn't get to do the project. I am glad they will get to do it. So while I put that together and made an example Elizabeth would do the tape cutting and was like. We are getting you new dispensers. Amazing. That will make things a lot easier.

It would take me a while to clean up the art building. Putting my markers away. And sweeping. I returned the box to the eyrie and then to the lodge. I volunteered to clean the bathrooms because I had sweeping and putting away the chairs. So I collected all the trash (accidently upended the trash bag s d had to pick up all the paper towels) and sprayed everything with cleaning product and cleaned it up nice. I checked in with Bonnie and she said she would mop. Amazing. Hate doing the floors.

I had not gotten to eat lunch. During the 15 minute break we had in the middle of the trip I did run and eat a few mouthfuls of pasta salad. But I needed to eat for real.

I had my veggie hot dog and kept working on my beads. And would slowly start to feel better.

Me and Heather would go over my schedule I had made and she pointed out a few issues. Firstly I forgot about tipis. Just completely not on the schedule. Oops. And apparently we don't do canoes in the afternoon! Interesting. But at least for now I have something to fix. That's one of the things I want to do tomorrow. Continue to work on this schedule. And I want to work on the organizing of the attic. We will see how that goes.

I started coughing again this afternoon. Which was uncomfortable. I tried drinking more water but it didn't help much. I was excited to go home.

But first I had to go to the Dutch market.

I said goodbye to everyone. And drove to the market. I got some fancy soaps. One is a vanilla peppermint and the other is spiced chai. I got a ton of baked goods for us to have over the week. And I got me and James pretzels. I had to come back for those because they were in the oven still so once I got them they were super fresh. Amazing. It was nice walking around and seeing all the stuff. It was a fun stop.

I got stuck in some traffic on the way home but that was fine. It wasn't horrible. And I would be home around 5.

When I got inside James was there and I was happy to see them. They had gotten pizza dough ingredients in the bread machine for dinner later. And they went to get on their computer to do their podcast. And after I did a little cleaning of my fish tanks I went to work on my studio.

I made 6 more horses for the holiday market this weekend. They need finishing work but at least they are seen and stuffed. My hands still hurt from the cuts I got at ceramics. So I wasn't having the bestest time but it's fine. I'm glad I got them to that point. I'll finish those tomorrow.

I took a bath. Watched a video. James put an extra kettle of hot water in the tub for me. And now we are all in bed. Jess sent us a list of things we can go see in NYC next weekend when we go to do Christmas stuff. We highlighted a few things I would for sure like to see. I'm excited to go to New York with my favorite people. It's been forever since I've been there. And I think it's going to be a lot of fun.

I am very ready to sleep. I hope tomorrow is a productive day. And I feel better.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of eachother! Goodnight!

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3235

so.

orientation.

it was pretty good training. out of all the computer-based training i've gotten, this one was definitely the best.

but my schedule that i made with an extra hour and twenty minutes built in so i could get myself breakfast was spoiled by a fatal accident on the highway that slowed everything down by two hours. i called the office to let them know that i was going to be late. when i arrived at the station in boston, i took a lyft to the building. faster than the T. when i called i told them i estimated my arrival at 9:30. i got there and signed in at 9:28. i'm pretty good at that estimation thing. i either have none of the time blindness or i have all of it. at the same time i find myself being really hypocritical about it - like i have my first reaction which is my conditioning, and then my second reaction is who i actually am, so thinking someone's annoying as fuck for not being able to figure out the timing they need, it turns to empathy because i get like that too, and they just need patience and a little guidance from people.

a while back i said something ableist, negative, and offensive about people who have memory problems. it lives rent-free in my mind. and the response i got from someone calling me out for it? that reflection also lives rent-free in my mind.

i realized a few days later how hypocritical it was of me to say something like that, as i forgot something important. the grace i gave myself i wasn't extending to others, and the criticism i held on myself i amplified. so i pay attention to what it is i think and say to make sure i extend grace and patience to others, regardless of the situation. i'm trying to be a better person.

to the anon who sent me that call-out, who said they were disappointed in me for being ableist and cruel, thank you. the one thing you said to me has changed me, and i continue to do my best to be better every day.

back to today's work day.

i finished it and was all done and i signed out at 3pm. i had a few hours to kill before my bus back so i scoped out a few places. since the website wasn't working to refill my charliecard and because i was running late this morning, i didn't get the chance to add funds to my card today. so instead i walked places.

i went to a bookstore where i poked around and then to a diner that was just down the block from the station. i didn't have lunch at work - i went straight through to whatever hour it would've been. just straight through. so i stopped at the south street diner and had a turkey club. the fries i would've killed for. the turkey club could've used a bit of work.

and then the bus ride home? that ride was GREAT. i didn't have anywhere to be at a specific time so it was nice to experience the bus and its accompanying views and appreciate them as they deserved.

i got back around 7, drove back to joel's, got there around 7:15, chatted for a few minutes, and then collapsed in bed. i said to lisa "i understand why you go to bed at 8:30."

after having steak for dinner i watched a few more episodes of the legend of korra, which is like "!!!" so. i got a lot to watch still. but i'm enjoying it.

joel had game tonight but now he's behind me and i'm gonna cuddle him bc it's raining and it's beautiful outside and i need joel cuddles.

[karenarella22]

First.

So, as the title says this is the first chapter of the story, hope you guys like it, if there's any grammar mistakes you let me now.

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I wake up shaken, the telephone ringing in the air breaking the deathly silence that reigned in the room. I turn around looking for the cedar wood wall clock, which my mother inherited from my grandmother after she died of old age. Its gold-colored hands mark 8:30 am; With suspicion I look for the infernal device that acts as my alarm clock and I answer the incoming call that will surely disturb my good day.

-Hello, good morning...yes sir, send me the address please, I'll be there in a few minutes- I end the conversation snorting because of the shivering that the morning cold produces on my body and the total lack of caffeine. After so many years I understood that my addiction to caffeine was nothing more than the urgent need not to sleep. Lazily but in a hurry I move my anatomy around the house preparing myself for another workday full of stress and the occasional stupid comments from the Neanderthals of my colleagues, I put the coffee pot on while I get dressed, a pair of tight jeans to the body, a thermal shirt and the leather jacket with synthetic fur that does not let any cold bother me.

I pour myself a cup of coffee and climb into the 2016 Mercedes-Benz the boss gave me when I graduated as a detective. The road at this time of the morning is crowded with people who, with the minutes counted, go to their respective jobs and those who no longer have the luxury of time, run trying to reach them by any means possible.

I turn the corner at the intersection of Manson and Richmond. A picturesque avenue, which functioned as the main avenue in the early days of the town, it gradually lost its charm as the industrial revolution took the good life elsewhere, so it remained little traveled, on the outskirts of the city and from which the operator received the distress call from our officers.

It is easy for me to find the beautiful mansion at the end of the block which is the location of our new crime scene. Not only the situation but also the weather is gloomy, last night's storm that came without warning hit the city mercilessly, the temperature managed to reach 6 degrees below zero, freezing pipes and causing more than one accident.

I turn off the engine seeing the large two story-house. The pale pink paint mixed with the white finishes that covers it has worn over time, but the facade still retains the splendor it once had in the last century.

I get out of the car with a glass of coffee in hand and walk towards the place, I observe some neighbors gather next to the police tape that goes from one side of the house to the other, the murmur of their conversations and even the occasional sob can be heard so far. I look back at the mansion where a handful of policemen come and go, each one on his job but all with the same stunned expression.

-Aeryne, you're finally here- Dylan approaches, state police detective, fellow force considering that we graduated at the same time that June 2016. He makes a gesture with his hand from afar for me to follow him and so I do up the rungs of the worn porch stairs. Detective Dylan Carter is a 36-year-old man, six feet tall, stocky, very handsome to tell the truth, he was married and has a teenage daughter, Julia, 15 years old- we have already notified the family, the parents must be coming back any minute- he snaps me out of my thoughts with the comment.

-Any witnesses?-I feel a shiver run down my spine, I thought that when I entered the house cold would subside a little but the place feels even colder than the outside.

-No, her mother called 911 because she hadn't come to work and didn't answer her phone, then she came here but didn't find her. When the officers discover the body they sent her home with her husband- he guides me through the corridors, not very wide for this type of house, they are decorated with paintings with abstract styles by different authors.

We arrived at the main room, by protocol to protect the crime scene or any evidence in it I put on white latex gloves and a light blue mask provided by the crime scene investigation body at the house.

-What happened here?-

-30-year-old woman, with a cross cut from left to right in the throat that reached the bone, presumably she was asleep when she was attacked-

-Where's the other victim? - I interrupt his story, scanning the room.

- What other victim? – He asks confused.

-Clearly she sleeps on the left side, when we sleep we unconsciously tend to move to the place that is most comfortable for us, hers is the left, someone slept on the right side, they would never occupy two pillows at night- I point to the place of the bed- Did she had a boyfriend or husband? - I comment still in my thoughts.

-She had a boyfriend, we haven't found him yet, and I already sent two officers to his work- I nod, letting him understand that I heard him while I take the notebook out of my pocket.

Victim in an unnatural position (arms above head, legs crossed, mouth glued together, genitalia removed.

-Aeryne- Cadet Brooks calls my attention- the victim's parents are ready to give their statement-

-Don't let them come in, I don't want them to contaminate the little clean scene that remains in this house- I keep the notebook in the right pocket of the leather jacket. I see Diana's corpse for the last time, the forensic doctor wraps her in her own sheets and along with all the evidence she is laid on the stretcher to be transported to the morgue.

[sameteeth]

licherally i am so fucking cold i havent been able to warm up ALL DAY

[jarofstyles]

For mafia harry, I just love the fact that’s he’s only soft for his girl. So something soft!!!! Plss n thxx

He’s literally so soft for her it’s ridiculous.

Warnings: fluff, talk of murder, mafia type stuff

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It wasn’t uncommon for Harry to come home with bruised knuckles. While he tended to have his men take care of business, he couldn’t help but be hands on sometimes.

When it came to certain motherfuckers, he truly couldn’t help but get in on the action and keep his name at the top of the’ who not to mess with’ list.

But his one and true weakness was sleepy eyed and soft as she stepped into his arms. He had gotten home from some business only an hour ago and put on the coffee pot. Being out all night was not ideal in the slightest, mainly because he had Y/N at home. Before meeting her he could go days at a time without sleep, without even being home. But having a woman he loved so deeply in his bed, who truly adored him and looked past his very unusual career path. She was so giving to him, with her time, energy, body, affection. He had hit the jackpot when it came to women and he knew all to well. So did anyone else.

It took a lot to get a man like Harry soft. He was hard and jagged around the edges. Throwing a punch or getting rid of someone wasn’t a big deal to him. Then Y/N stumbled into his life by accident and he found the heart he had covered with ice melted into a puddle of mush that she hand shaped in her own form. It was comical at times to see his attitude change when she would walk into the room.

“H?” She whispered sleepily. She shouldn’t be awake, but her body had somehow known her hero was home. While Y/N was well aware of his faults and his dangerous job and tendencies? He fiercely protected and cared for her. Provided for her. Gave her a home and a best friend and loved wrapped into one. No one was perfect, but Harry was perfect for her. “Where were you all night?” His stomach twinged with guilt as he pulled her into his chest, large hand cupping the back of her head and keeping her body close to his.

“M’so sorry, angel.” He whispered, pressing multiple kisses to her hairline. “We found one of the rats.” He grumbled, making Y/N freeze. Her head pulled up from his chest and her eyes were a dangerous glint. One that, quite frankly? Made him hard. As soft and gentle as Y/N is, she had come to take Harry and his men as family. You fuck with them? You fuck with her.

“And you took care of it?” Her tone was low, Harry still shocked at how fierce his little angel could be. How protective. She made them cookies and tea and brought sweets to the underground clubs, but was willing to put someone on their ass if they hurt Harry. It was fucking hot.

“Y’know I did, sweet girl. M’always taking care of my people.” He was cut off by her lips pressing to his jaw, her head tucking back into his neck. It was early and she hadn’t slept well. Y/N usually didn’t when it came to Harry being out and doing dangerous things. Her sleep schedule had been the worst it’s been since dating him, but it was the easiest sacrifice to make because she was getting to be in his arms. When he was home?

She got the best sleep of her entire life. Especially after getting dicked down.

“Know you do.” She relaxed, hand running over his broad back. The shirt was slightly damp form his sweat but she didn’t mind. The skin under was hot and it did get her mind going to think about how sexy he looked when he was mad. As long as it wasn’t at her? It went straight to her cunt.

Okay. Maybe even when it was at her. But it was very hard to make him angry at her. He was 100% a pushover for his girl. Y/N was the only one ever allowed to raise her voice at him.

~

The first time it had happened around others, they’d all nearly choked. Harry had ate the last of the cookie butter, which Y/N had been saving. It actually pissed her the fuck off, and not realizing he was in a meeting she had stormed down the hallway with her volume on 10. The girl wasn’t one too raise her voice often, but Harry knew how to push her buttons.

“Harry fucking Styles! You better hope to god you’re busy because I’m going to shove this jar up your ass!” She seethed, the stomping of her feet making everyone’s eyes widen. The men he worked closely with usually had a softer version of her. But it was earlier in the day, not their normal time, and gathered in the office in Harry’s large home.

Harry froze, realizing what it was and winced as he watched the door fly open. There, in all her big shirt, no pants and freshly woken glory was his beautiful Y/N. Empty jar in hand. Her eyes cut around the room but the fury she felt was too deep. This was personal!

Of course, they all were tense because No One talks to Harry Styles in a tone like that and got away with it. The shock that crossed their faces when Harry sheepishly got up and crossed the room, hushing her and trying to approach her like a wounded puppy was pure and utter insanity. The big man who always had a straight face, mean punches that knocked out cold, little regard for most people and took care of many a week was letting his woman talk to him like that.

“M’sorry, baby, I meant to get more but we called an emergency-“ he was cut off by a single hand raising, lips snapping closed as he watched his little love step closer to him.

“If you aren’t ready to go to Trader Joe’s in the next 15 minutes….” Her eyes narrowed. “You’ll be cut off.” And Harry knew exactly what that meant.

No sex.

There was no way he was risking that.

“Okay, okay.” He raised his own hands in surrender. “M’gonna finish up. Go get ready, we’ll take the Audi.”

They all learned that day that you didn’t mess with Y/N’s food, and Harry Styles only had one singular weakness.

~

Granted, Harry never was ashamed of it. He always said that his woman was half of his strength. She didn’t need him, but he needed her. Harry loved her so wholly and deeply that he knew that she was it for him. He had bought an engagement ring only 2 months in. So no, he didn’t ever deny it.

If anyone ever tried to use Y/N against him, they ended up in the river. Or in several pieces. He had very little restraint over that, considering all threats he took very, very seriously. The one light in his life was something he kept close, protected, and loved.

“Why don’t we go shower n’then we sleep? Hm? M’sorry to keep you up late, angel.” He puckered his lips down at her to be met with a soft peck, nodding her head at the idea. “And then we can make some ‘brunch’, whatever you call it.”

It got a laugh out of her, so he considered it a win.

“Mhm. If you thought I was letting you into our clean sheets smelling like guns and sweat. It’s sexy for dirty sheets but I’m simply too tired. Got the new ones I got online too.” She sighed, playfully teasing him because she knew it would get him to smile. He saw horrors every day, and if she could get some silliness in him it would lessen his stress.

“Oi. Don’t be callin’ me smelly, little girl.” He pinched her cheek, obnoxious kissing her mouth. “Better get your ass up there and get naked so we can pass out. M’Gonna need those pretty hands helping me wash, I fear… I’m a dead man walking.” He was dramatic, obviously overtired and it got a giggle from her.

“In your dreams, Mafia Man. Let’s move.”

“You’re right, I do dream about that.”

[otakuminami]

Young Justice Season 4 second half premiere

I got busy there with school and finished the 1st part during the break but didn’t blog but you probably don’t care. Anyways, I’m so excited it’s back!

***Also spoilers***

Episode 14:

Ok first I love that we’re getting more into Atlantis and Aquaman lore. I don’t know much about it but I am interested in how this arc is going to go.

I love how they do mention that Kaldur has been working really hard from going undercover to becoming Aquaman without anytime to breathe

I like that they’re including more of Dolphin and more on the culture of Atlantis

I love how they brought up Wyynde’s past. I only knew about what happened from you guys, so I’m glad it was included so everyone’s on roughly the same page of who he is. Plus the fact about how people change their beliefs on what’s right is great.

Also I love how it’s getting a bit on the politics side of Atlantis. Call me a weirdo but I like learning stuff about that because I like the parallels in our world.

They dropped more on Kaldur’s backstory with his adoptive dad. I love that Kaldur stated that it doesn’t matter who his bio dad is, all that matters is the one who raised him.

Also like I said I’m not 109% familiar with Aquaman’s lore but why is Mera’s dad not caring?

So we see La’gaan playing with Arthur which was really cute. Then he has a moment with his wife, and I was like ok he’s moved on from M’gann and is happy good to know. I’m glad we got an update on him. But then during the fight scene Coral was like I have to help my husband. I was so confused I was like was this an accident or something. Then La’gaan was like my wife and husband are in danger. And I started screaming. I was not expecting a poly relationship. Like I’m so happy but the fight was going on so I was like can you guys calm down for a sec I’m fangirling here. I love how it’s really casual. That’s the representation I love.

Also Atlanteans are doing great in representation: Adoptive families, Same sex couples, Poly relationships… like I’m so happy I can’t communicate sorry

Ok next is Conner’s part. I like that he’s not completely freaking out and he’s trying to help the girl in a coma. He’s all alone but he’s talking to her is just something I would do in that situation. I’m not excatly sure what’s going on but I’m excited yo find out.

Halo’s part… OMG I’m so happy. Like I love this representation of Islam culture and also immigrants from Islam. Troia gave them visas and Madia who is a doctor is having trouble finding work at her level is just heartbreakingly real.

I do appreciate the interest Halo has about learning who they are as a person not Gabrielle. I love the conversation about should they wear the hijab because of religion and even gender. I feel like I now know a bit more about wearing a hijab. If anyone who does wear a hijab, was this an accurate portrayal?

The talk about God and Granny Goodness… like that is such a good explanation on why worship a god and who to worship in general. You could apply that to anyone: a god or a person.

Halo talking about discovering their gender and what pronouns are meant to be at the end is just great.

I feel like people are going to mention how it was scattered because of the three plots together, but I kinda liked it because it wasn’t like we had to sit through a political meeting or Conner having a one way conversation for 20 minutes. It was evenly distributed between the three more or less.

Overall was not expecting poly relationship and Islamic faith representation but I’m all for it. Can’t wait to watch the next one to see the Kaldur arc continue.

Episode 15

Ok so first off, I laughed so hard when Clark was trying to pretend he wasn’t Superman and Saturn Girl looked at him and was like ok?

So with the thing about Superboy being there either it’s still wrong because technically he’s not in the same dimension or something where ever he is and they will go back to their time or possibly it’s the wrong Superboy and it’s Jonny because in 10 years that’s around the time he pick up the mantle and all that but this one is unlikely because how can you make that kind of mistake?

Also Bioship!

On Kaldur’s childhood, I love how he thinks of his parents in a good light even though their life wasn’t good. They were bad parents but they’re good people because they gave him love. Like they weren’t “abusive”, but were unable to take care of a kid. I’m glad that they do admit their faults in raising him and how he got to where he is today by taking on too much. I like how they are proud but are more worried about him as a person and not his achievements

I feel like King Authur is feeling like he isn’t a hero or who he was when he was Aquaman and he wants to go back and be more “useful” I wonder if we’ll see more of it.

So things about the two big reveal:

The son of Vandal Savage, first king of Atlantis, lord of order, Arion has appeared and… I think he’s not the rightful ruler. I feel like he’s going to go to Vandal at the end of the arc or something. But I’m getting the feeling it’s going to be Arthur (king or jr) or Kaldur. I just can’t trust him. There’s something off. He’s probably not working for Orm but like there’s something off.

And finally OH MY GOD they need to talk to Bart?!? I’m so scared like what’s going to happen. I kinda don’t want him to be taken to the further with them but also I kinda do? Like I think it would be interesting but also no?

Episode 16:

Ok so let’s talk about Conner’s visions to motivate him to keep jumping. This is probably his subconscious telling him to keep going and where ever he is can manifest thought or just has a connection with the mind. So I found the M’gann part so cute. It was her at different points in her life. I also forgot to mention that I really like the part about a happy and calm memory got the monster away because he stopping being angry which comes to play in the third person he sees. I was like aww then oh my god! I think it was Match or what Conner believes what he could be/been. That caught me off guard though.

Also Wally… they keep name dropping him and all this other stuff. I understand that it doesn’t mean he’s coming back but… there’s been a bit more of here then season 3 if I remember correctly or just feels like it. I don’t know maybe they’re messing with us.

Ok let’s now talk about Beast boy and his on going battle

I really love Jaime and Virgil how they had it all planned out and were trying to help. I just really liked how it was kind of how it would be realistically with your friend. I don’t know, I just love the energy they were giving off when they did that.

I think the one that really hit me was Cliff because it was just so moving. He was asking Gar to get help and let him help him because he was there when the Doom Patrol died. By the way, I want more of an explanation on what happened, but that’s not the point right now. To me his part just seemed so real. It’s not like the other weren’t, it’s just this seemed different from the others and I’m not sure why.

Ok before I going on about how I was right to have bad feelings about Arion, let’s talk about everything else in Atlantis

So I love the poly marriage La’gaan got with the baby on the way! But the whole we don’t say good bye thing is a big red flag. Someone’s dying next episode like no playing.

It could be Arthur that does but more on that later.

I love Wyynde. Wyynde trying to convince Kaldur that he’s pushing himself. My favorite part is when after he was like telling Dolphin to ask for help and she asked him who will help you and Wyynde shouts “Thank you!” I laughed so hard

King Arthur is doing his best to be “useful” or what I really mean is being Aquaman again. I love the sharks he called in to back him up. He is still on his game. It’s kinda sad that he visited the prison 16 times but never went in.

To be honest, I wasn’t thinking clone but I don’t really know what I was thinking when I knew his head was cut off by Lady Shiva. Maybe oh he just got better? I’m so dumb

I have no idea who Arion is. I have a feeling he’s not the real him but then again he could be because we know he at least had immortality at one point but I'm pretty sure he’s an imposter trying to take the throne and maybe crown.

I have a feeling that Arthur might die and Kaldur who has had to take on many roles has to decide if he wants to be in charge, since they are focusing heavily on that side of his character- taking a lot of responsibility when he’s struggling.

Also what is happening with Bart. I need that answered next please! I’m worried…

I’m so excited for next Thursday!!!

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑨𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 (𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏 (𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛)× 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑭𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆)

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝑫𝒂𝒅 𝑨𝑼

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3K+

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕-𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚, 𝑺𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍 (𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈), 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚, 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏)

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @little-precious-baby @yunhofingers @multidreams-and-desires @yunhoiseyecandy

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂 𝒃𝒚 @vocalyunho 's diamond anon.

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San let out a small cooing sound as he watched the baby in his arms gobble down the milk in his bottle at an increasingly fast speed. Gently, he pulled the bottle away to give the infant time to swallow what he had without having any sort of accidents occur. The baby, not appreciating having his dinner taken away from him, let out a displeased squeal, fist raising up in the air while his legs began to kick out in frustration. Chuckling softly, San adjusted him so he wouldn't accidentally drop him or the bottle, the latter which would probably conclude in the child throwing a full blown tantrum.

"There there. I know you're a little glutton, but I can't let you drink all the milk in one go. I'm still traumatized from the time it all went to your lungs."

Whimpering softly, the boy's fist relaxed and began to clasp and unclasp itself as it tried to reach for the bottle. With a small pout forming on his face, San gave in and once again placed the rubber sucker near his son's mouth, which immediately opened and began gurgling down the lactose contents in the bottle. Withing seconds, the baby finished his meal. Holding him up, San began to pat him on the back, a satisfied smile on his face when his son emitted the faintest burp out of his throat.

"Ok, you're fed, your diaper was changed 15 minutes ago, am I missing something?"

The baby remained quiet as usual, unable to yet respond to his father's inquiry.

"I'll take that as a no then."

Kissing the top of his head and nuzzling his nose against the baby's, San moved over to where the crib was, ready to put the baby inside it so he could sleep. He carefully layed him down and pulled the blue Eeyore blanket Yeosang had gotten for him. Grabbing one of the tiny stuffed plushies, San tucked it under the baby's arm.

"Now you have a sleeping buddy."

Looking at the plush with a grimace, the baby threw the plush rather hard, hitting San on the side of his face.

"Damn son. A simple I don't like it would have sufficed."

He looked around, searching for something that he would like, but unlike himself who adored any plushie, his son was rather picky about his sleeping companions. As he was bending down to look in the treasure chest containing all his toys, he immediately shot up when he heard the baby let out a tiny shriek, nearly tripping on himself as he went to inspect what was the problem. San blinked slowly as the baby currently had his arms latched around Byeol's neck, rubbing his cheek on the top of her furry head, mouth opening up in a squealing giggle when her ears tickled along his nose. The siamese seemed completely unbothered by this, her eyes closing as her paw rested on the infant's tummy, a soft and low purr barely audible unless one payed close attention. Scratching under her chin, San smiled down at the heart fluttering image.

"Thank you for taking over babygirl."

After she let out a tiny meow, San now made his way out of the nursery to go into the adjoining room next to it, making sure to leave the door cracked open a little in case anything happened. He made so little noise as he entered the bedroom that his wife didn't even notice him as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her hands poking around her belly area, a dissatisfied look on her face. San breathed out a disheartened sigh through his nose as he knew very well what was probably going through her mind. Slowly he came up behind her, startling her when he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Hey beautiful." He greeted her with a kiss to her temple, a light giggle coming out from him.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she gently moved his hands away from where they were, looking down embarrassingly.

"Let's go to sleep."

Saying those 4 words, Y/N crossed her arms protectively across her chest. Getting into the bed, she layed on her side, facing away from San yet again as she had been doing the past few days. Laying next to her, he scooted his body closer to hers. When she tried to shrink away from his touch, he merely pulled her against him, fingers brushing some of her fallen hair out of her shoulder. His lips began to pepper tiny butterfly kisses across her bare skin, starting from the top of her shoulder and working his way to her neck. Y/N shifted slightly, all those months of not being touched like that since she got pregnant and after having the baby suddenly made her aware how needy she was, how much she craved for San to touch her, hold her, fill her up once again.

But when he moved his hand back towards her stomach, she felt self conscious and pulled away from him.

"San .....please don't." She pleaded at him, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Shocked by her refusal, San sat up.

"Darling what's wrong? Please tell me." He asked her.

Y/N let out a tiny huff.

"Just forget about it....it's stupid anyways."

Frowning slightly, San reached a hand out to stroke his wife's cheek. His stroke was extremely delicate, as if he was caressing a fragile and valuable vessel that could break at any moment. In a way, that's what Y/N was to him.

"Is it cause you don't love your body? Are you self conscious after having the baby?"

Whipping her head around, she wiped some of the fallen tears off her eyes.

"How did you..?"

"I'm not dumb or oblivious Y/N. I see the way you look at yourself in the mirror sometimes." He answered her.

Feeling even worse, Y/N sank back down on the bed, lip quivering in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

"I'm fat and ugly aren't I?"

Hearing her talk about herself with such disdainful comments broke San's heart. Moving himself so he was hovering above her body, he cupped both of her cheeks and looked her straight in the eye.

"You're not fat and you're certainly not ugly. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life and will ever see. And I'm sorry that I failed in not letting you believe that..."

Stooping his face down, he captured her lips in a yearning kiss that had both of their hearts fluttering like the first time they had ever kissed each other. San did not pull away for a long time and when he did, it was only to peck her lips a couple times as he pressed his forehead against hers.

"So let me do that right now."

As he began to kiss along her jawline, Y/N tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his hair.

"San-Sannie? Could you please turn off the light though?" She hesitantly asked.

Letting out a smug laugh, San pushed himself up so he could pull the blankets off their bodies.

"Sorry darling. Tonight I want to see all of you with no covers and in full light. Let me see your entire beauty."

San's hands worked quickly to remove all the articles of clothing that covered Y/N's body. Once her panties were discarded onto the pile on the floor, he looked back at his wife and took in the sight of her naked. Harshly sucking in a breath, he bit down on his lower lip and released a low moan.

"Fuck it's been way too long. Far too long if you ask me."

Tilting her head to allow him easier access, Y/N was already melting from San's kisses across her neck. His hands were already groping down on her breasts, feeling squishier and more tender due to all the milk they had been producing since pregnancy. As soon as his thumbs began tweaking at her nipples, she arched her back and stifled back a whimper, but San's ears still caught it.

"They're really sensitive aren't they love?" His eyes looked up at her as his tongue teasingly swiped across one of her sensitive buds.

Y/N's head nodded in a needy way. Her hands cupped San's chin to press his face against her chest, her swollen breast nearly smothering him. Letting out a heavy groan, San squished her boobs together, watching them jiggle against each other. He'd release them to watch as they bounced against her body before picking them up again.

"Fucking hell, they got so damn huge." He licked his lips.

Taking hold of his hands, Y/N guided his movements so he could massage them as she wanted him to. As Y/N looked up at her husband, she felt shy about what she was about for ask him to do. Seeing her bite down on her lip, San knew there was something on her mind. Bending over to kiss along the sides of her neck, his warm breath ghosted near her ear.

"Tell me what you want babygirl, I want to fulfill your desires." His voice lowered significantly, making her pool even more in between her thighs.

"Sannie...please suck my tits."

Pulling back, he looked at her with a worried expression, no doubt wondering if it would be ok. Pecking his lips, she began to calm his worries.

"It'll be fine, just please, wanna feel your mouth around them."

Not needing any further coercion, San dipped his face and buried his face in her breasts. First paying attention to one, he began kissing it as the other hands fondled the other one. Slowly he opened his mouth and latched it down onto her nipple, giving it an experimental suckle before going any further. Noticing the way she inhaled deeply and pushed her chest more outwards, he then took more of her of in his mouth. Relaxing his jaw, he continued a pattern of flicking and swiping his tongue around her areolas before gripping in his palms and fingertips as sucking sounds come out of his mouth. Soon enough, he felt a thin, watery liquid start to come out of her. Y/N couldn't help but giggle as her husband moaned out an 'oh my god' before his mouth began pumping more of her breast milk out of her body. His oral ministrations on her nipple became more languidly as he was savoring the sweet fluid that he gulped down his throat. Not just San, Y/N's breathing became more ragged and she felt more aroused than she wanted to admit.

"Sannie, don't forget to pay attention to the other one." She reminded as she petted his hair.

Switching over to the other side, this time the latching of his lips was more sloppy and his suckling more desperate. It seemed he couldn't get enough of her milk. Muffled grunts and moans could be heard whenever he gave a particular long suck at her skin. He never imagined that feeding on Y/N's lactating milk could turn him on so much. Releasing her nipple with a loud popping sound, he panted as some of the white liquid trickled down his chin.

"Now I understand why our son is always hungry."

They both couldn't help but laugh softly at his cute little joke. Even as he began peppering kisses down her sternum to her stomach, he was still a giggling mess. Once he got to her lower abdomen, he took his time to trace each and every stretch mark that adorned it. Although he knew she hated them, he thought they were remarkably beautiful, even more so since he knew how she got them. He made sure to kiss all around that part of her body with tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know why you hide them. They're gorgeous...."

Pausing, he looked back up at her, a light twinkle in his eyes as he smiled fondly to her.

"You're gorgeous. Absolutely stunning."

Blushing intensely, Y/N couldn't help but hide her face with her hands

"Really?" She piped out.

Stooping down once again, San dragged his mouth along her hips bones.

"Yes. Even more so now. I still can't believe that you actually carried our son in here, I'm still amazed you did. And these scars..."

Tracing along the lines, he couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face.

"Are a reminder that you did. And everytime I see them, I'll remember all those months of waiting and taking care of you until you gave me the greatest present you could give me. Thank you love."

Feeling overcome with emotions, Y/N couldn't help but let tears fall down her cheeks at her husband's words. Not yet finished with his praises, San now began kissing up her inner thighs, teeth grazing along the most sensitive parts of her skin.

"You have no idea how crazy I am about you. Even after all this time, I still want you like the first day I saw you. Hell I think I desire you even more now than back then love. I go insane every time I look at you. I can't believe you're all mine."

Pushing her legs up, his hands firmly gripped the back of her thighs as his face began to dive into her glistening cavern.

"All mine."

Y/N couldn't keep her body from jolting up when San's tongue licked up her folds. Every swipe of his tongue along her slit had her toes curling. She couldn't remember the last time he had eaten her out this way. She couldn't help but buck her hips up against his face whenever his mouth opened and closed over her clit, the humming sounds he was making sending waves of shock up her body. San didn't mind at all when her fingers began to harshly tug at his hair, it only made him smile in satisfaction against her mound. By the way her thighs were trying to close around his head, he knew she was definitely enjoying herself. The lewd whimpering she was releasing was further indication that she was about to spill herself onto him at any moment and although San would have loved nothing more than to have her cum all over his face, he really preferred something else right now.

With great effort, he detached his mouth from her core, chuckling in a teasing manner when Y/N's mouth dropped open, looking somewhat pissed by the fact he denied her the much anticipated orgasm she hadn't felt in a long time. Pulling his shirt over his head, San licked his lips and winked at the woman underneath him, whose eyes sprang up when he rid himself of his bottoms and his erect cock sprang free.

"Missed this darling?"

He teased her as he ran the head along her folds, coating it with her slick to act as extra lubrication for them. Propping herself up on her elbows to get a better view of him pushing inside her, both of them spewed out hisses and small mutters when his member was fully sheathed inside her walls.

"Ok hold on....give me a second....fuck! It's been way too long."

Y/N could only let out a groan in agreement to his words. Once they both settled down, San began a rather tame and mellow pace, pulling out completely before stuffing himself back inside her. Her legs were already trembling everytime he pushed back in, his tip rubbing against her g-spot due to the way he angled his hips upwards. His fingers were harshly digging into her thighs, surely about to leave tiny purple marks on the days to come. Y/N's hands reached upwards to grip on San's forearms as she looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"Sannie...please... faster."

Halting his movements briefly, San took hold of her legs and wrapped them around his waist, a sinister smile on his face.

"Don't say you didn't ask for it."

Her breath got caught in her throat when he began slamming his hips against hers, back arching and breasts bouncing with every thrust he was making. San felt like he was in heaven once more, feeling his lover clench around his length as the two became connected as one yet again. He missed the euphoric feeling of both giving and receiving such an overwhelming pleasure. He couldn't contain the heavy panting coming out of his mouth although he tried to keep his voice down so as to not wake up the baby sleeping in the next room. Thumb reaching down, he began to circle it around Y/N's pink nub, making her flinch and tremble at the added sensation.

"San! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that!" She warned him.

"Oh? Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock? Make a mess all over me?"

Throwing her head back into the pillow, Y/N shut her eyes tightly, mouth struggling to stifle back whimpered shrieks as San hit harder and deeper in her.

"San- don't t-tease me.." She said through tear stained eyes.

"Trust me I'm not love. Just wanna make you feel good, have you cum all over me and then spill my load into you."

Growling softly, he placed his hand on top of her stomach, gently caressing it with his fingers as he looked down at his partner.

"Gonna cum inside you once more love. Gonna fill this pussy up with my seed and get you knocked up again. Would you like that?"

"Oh my-" Y/N clutched at the sheets underneath her, feeling herself on the brink of toppling over the edge due to his dirty talk.

"Yeah you want that? I'll make sure you're pregnant again. Looking all pretty and cute with a swollen belly once again. Carrying another child of mine. Fuck!"

Unable to hold back anymore, San frantically plunged himself deeper in her walls quickly sending them both over the edge at the same time. Y/N's legs quivered and her body shook uncontrollably as the long forgotten feeling of a high took over her completely. San couldn't help but chant out a series of 'oh my gods' as his hips sputtered and he coated her pussy with his cum that gushed out and filled her to the brim, some of it spurting out as he continued to move inside her, helping them both ride out their orgasms.

Movements getting slower until stopping completely, San leaned down to kiss Y/N once again, fervently and passionately.

"I love you so much." He declared, a wide smile sprawling across his handsome face.

"I know....I love you too San."

San kissed her forehead before rolling over and pulling her on top of him.

"You're absolutely perfect darling. Don't ever forget that." He complimented her.

Although she felt embarrased and shy at his words, she played it off with a light scoff and roll of her eyes.

"Are you just saying that so that I'll agree to another round?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I mean...... I'm not saying no...and we do have all night." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"He might wake up at any moment now." She nudged her head towards the direction of the nursery.

"Oh don't worry about him, Byeol's taking over night shift tonight."

Y/N let out a squeak when San sat up and positioned her on top of his cock before sliding her down on it.

"And I'm not done with making love to the most beautiful woman in the world."

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[danielxricciardo]

Winner

Summary: You met Pierre at the Brazilian Grand Prix and for 3 months you couldn't get in touch.

Warnings: fluff, like 2 swear words

Word count: 2.3k

This one was requested by @jugasly and I know it is not exactly what she wanted but I really tried and I hope you liked it!

Avenida Paulista's Boulevard catches the eye especially through the skyscrapers similar to those in the big North American cities. Brazil's most modern city has much to offer tourists around the world. The most beautiful museums in South America can be found here, the shore is furrowed with lots of sunny beaches. And its nightlife has attracted many tourists.

The largest city in South America makes New York look small. The buses make an unbearable noise and black smoke spreads over the upper floors of the skyscrapers which, through the heat that maintains it during the day, turn the city into a real hell.

I felt myself waking up but I was determined to keep my eyes closed for a little longer but in a few seconds I was awakened violently by the sound of car engines. That's what I deserve for booking the hotel next to the Formula 1 circuit.

You reluctantly got out of bed and went to the window. I saw how the Formula 1 cars are brought on the circuit and I look at my watch. Fuck, it was pre-qualification practice, did I really sleep that much? Honestly, I arrived in the room at 5 o'clock and at 6 I fell asleep so I shouldn't have been so surprised that I slept in.

I was in Brazil with my two best friends to watch a Formula 1 race live and we chose Brazil because we needed a good reason to leave Europe and visit South America for a week, right?

I woke up my friends and in less than half an hour we were leaving the hotel, running, with a big cup of coffee in our hand.

We passed quickly through the front gate, all we needed now was to find our seats.

All around us could be heard the cars speeding on the circuit. My skin was goosebumps and I was looking at my friends who had the same smile on their faces that I think I had.

We find our seats and watch the last 15 minutes of training. We held in our hands the tickets that gave us access to the paddock. We were going to go there after the drivers returned to the garages.

My eyes were searching for Aston Martin Hospitality. I knew that if I returned home from this Grand Prix without an autograph from Sebastian Vettel for my father, I could very well stay in Brazil for the rest of my life.

Being so focused on looking for the green building, I didn't realize that someone was coming in front of me only when I hit a hard chest. I heard my girlfriends gasping. Fuck, I just hope I didn't run into Toto Wolff.

I open my eyes slightly and see a driver's suit, white and blue. Alpha Tauri?

I look up at the driver's face. To be damned. Pierre Gasly. With ruffled hair and a red face, Pierre Gasly was in front of me.

"I'm really, really sorry, I didn't look where I was going. Sorry!" I say and take a step back, stepping out of his personal space.

As I walked away from him, I saw that he was not alone but with Pyry.

"It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going either," he says, running his hand through his hair, trying to fix it.

I smile at them and then I look at my friends giggling at our embarrassing date.

Pyry motions to Pierre to someone behind me and that makes him take his eyes off me.

"Oh, I have to go," he tells me. "Have fun."

I stood still for a few moments, unable to move. I just met my favorite driver and it couldn't be more embarrassed than that.

"The first meeting with your children's future father was very good." my best friend, Lila, tells me.

"Shut up."

The fact that I found Aston Martin Hospitality and managed to get the autograph for my father and I could take a few pictures with Sebastian Vettel erased the embarrassment caused by the disastrous meeting I had with Pierre Gasly.

For a little time.

As soon as we got out of Aston Martin Hospitality Lila pulled us to McLaren Hospitality, hoping to meet Lando Norris and take some pictures with him, about 100, but who's counting, right?

I was with my head on the phone, sending my father some pictures I took with Sebastian Vettel when I came across someone, this time I lost my balance and I was about to fall but two strong arms caught me. Pierre Gasly, again.

"Honestly, we should stop meeting like this, you could get hurt," he says and laughs. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," I say and bite my lip. "I should really start looking where I'm going."

My friends secretly took pictures of us.

"It's the second time we've met in less than 10 minutes, maybe the universe wants to tell us something, don't you think?" he says and holds out his hand. "Pierre."

I hold out my hand and smile wide. "Y/N."

I turn my gaze to Lila and Erica, presenting them to Pierre as well.

"I hope you feel good in the paddock. So far, the world has been nice to you and your friends?"

"Yes, everything has been good so far. We've only been to Aston Martin and they've all been very nice to us. Except for a few people who don't look where they're going, we haven't had any unexpected events." I say and laugh.

Pierre starts laughing too.

"Yes, I will try to look after you from now on and avoid you. I don't want to be the reason you fall. Although, if something happens, I know the medical team and you don't need medical insurance here."

I asked Pierre if he wanted to take some pictures with me and he accepted immediately. At least that's what I can do after I've run into you twice already.

For the next few hours, Lila and Erica, and I walked from one Hospitality to another, looking for drivers. They were all very nice to us and agreed to pose with us.

When it was time to start qualifying, we went to the room provided by McLaren for guests to watch.

I followed Pierre's position in the standings, Lila followed Lando's position and Erica followed Max's position. All three of us breathed a sigh of relief when the three boys passed into Q3.

Lando will leave from the seventh position tomorrow.

Pierre will start from the fourth position.

Max will start from pole position.

The three of us went to the hotel, ready to rest well for the next day.

If the atmosphere for qualifying had seemed charged to me, then the atmosphere before the race could not be described.

Yesterday everyone was behaving nicely and they were smiling. Now everyone was running past everyone, there were many screams and many curses could be heard. And everyone was frowning, not a smile in sight.

We didn't see any drivers, so we headed to McLaren Hospitality to get comfortable for the race. I unwittingly was disappointed. I wanted to see Pierre before the race to wish him good luck.

Although I hadn't wished him good luck, Pierre was lucky. He finished the race in second place, behind Max Verstappen. I was very happy and I wanted to go and congratulate him as soon as possible.

I watched the award from the window, filming and taking pictures which I was sure I would cherish for a long time to come.

"Congratulations!" I scream when I see him and he looks at me. "It was a very good race, congratulations!"

"Thank you!" he says and smiles at me.

I asked my friends to take some pictures with the trophy and champagne and then Pierre left, being shouted by someone from the team.

"Stay here, I'd like to see you one more time before you have to leave."

I could die then and there when I heard his words. Pierre Gasly wanted to see me again.

It's just that it hasn't happened before. We stayed there for another two hours and Pierre could not be found. It was getting late and everyone was starting to leave, so we left.

Monza is the most important economic, industrial and administrative center of the Brianza sub-region, being the third-largest city in Lombardy, with a population of about 120,000 inhabitants. When people think of Monza, the first thing that comes to mind is the famous Formula 1 Grand Prix that is held here every year.

Although many may think that Milan eclipses this smaller city, Monza should not be dismissed, having an absolutely sublime historical architecture, such as the Cathedral and the Leoni Bridge, but also features the huge Parco di Monza and of course the famous Formula 1 Autodromo.

The historic center of Monza stretches over a large area and in this area, you can find most historical sites and a guided tour of the history of cities.

Three months have passed since the Brazilian Grand Prix.

Three months since I first saw Pierre Gasly.

Although I have pictures of the two of us, I can't help but regret the fact that I didn't see him then; I will probably never see him again.

The exams passed and to relax completely my father and I got tickets to the Italian Grand Prix.

What I didn't know was that my father had taken VIP tickets.

That means we're going to the paddock.

Does that mean I can meet Pierre?

I tried not to have too many hopes, in the end, there are thousands of people there, I can't meet him, can I?

I didn't meet him on Friday. It had been the two practice sessions, everyone was as relaxed as possible, my father took pictures with everyone he saw, but Pierre was nowhere to be seen.

On Saturday we were late and did not catch the practice, but we saw the qualifications. Pierre starts from the tenth position. To be honest, I didn't have high expectations for tomorrow's race for Pierre.

And man I was wrong about that.

The whole race I was speechless. I heard my father from lap 23 and to the end cursing the accident that took Charles Leclerc out of the race.

My eyes were only on car number 10. I had the impression that I was blinking only when the camera moved to another car. I forgot to breathe when I saw the overtaking he was doing.

But he won.

Pierre Gasly won in Monza. His first ever Formula One career win and it was my home race.

Before we went out in the paddock looking for Pierre, after the premiere, I wiped away the tears I didn't know I had.

It wasn't hard for me to find him. Where there were a lot of people screaming and chanting, he must have been there too.

And I was right. He is enjoying his first victory with the whole team. Everyone wanted to hug and congratulate him.

As if he noticed my presence among the hundreds of people who were there, Pierre looked at me. I noticed his face light up and he came towards me.

"Y/N!" he says and hugs me.

I'm sure my father was shocked somewhere in the back. I hadn't told him that I had met Pierre, but after this hug, I will definitely have to explain to him what the situation is.

"Congratulations!" I tell him and I smile broadly. "First victory! Wow!"

He shrugs nonchalantly.

"I was lucky."

I laugh and hit him playfully in the shoulder.

"With Hamilton being penalized? You would have overtaken him without that penalty."

He looked into my eyes.

"I haven't found you after the race in Brazil."

The fact that he remembered had taken me by surprise. I was sure he couldn't remember the fact that he had proposed to me to stay on the circuit so that he could see me one more time.

I was sure that the second he left, he forgot what I looked like and forgot my name.

But no. He still knew me. He still knew my name and knew we had to see each other.

"I haven't seen you there before and I left after about two hours, it was getting late."

"I'm sorry, the teamwork had taken longer than I initially anticipated. When I went to look for you, no one was there. Then I realized I didn't even have your phone number. I tried to look for you on Instagram, but do you know how many girls are there with your name?"

I laughed.

"Well, I could give my phone number to the race winner now, if he wants it, of course. Do you think he would accept it?" you ask laughing.

Pierre blushes and bites his lip.

"I'm sure he would accept."

I take out of my bag the notebook and pen I was carrying with me to receive the drivers' autographs and write my phone number. I hand him the sheet just as Pierre is being taken by some engineers to the garage to celebrate the victory.

I laugh and wave at him.

I was at home with my father, watching a boring movie on Netflix. I've been looking at the phone constantly since last night, waiting for a message from Pierre but I haven't received anything.

"Ugh, this movie is so boring," I say and take my phone off the table. "Let me look for a more interesting one."

That's when I receive a message from a number I didn't save. I received a picture.

It was the picture with the prize Pierre received.

"The winner of the race has received your number and is wondering if you are free to dine with him."

I bit my lip, unable to control the smile on my face.

"If the winner of the race wants to go out on a date with me, who am I to say no?"

"8 o'clock?"

"I'll send you the address right away."

[poppywrites41]

Captive Love Ch. 4

Hello. Yes. I am alive and I am so sorry I have not posted. I have been so busy and have not had time to sit down and write but I now have a little bit of time to writs so I popped this chapter out. 

I hope you all enjoy and please please please leave feedback!💜

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS. This fic does NOT represent the boys is ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM.

also: MINORS GTFO

Warnings for this chapter: noncon fingering, public fingering, swearing(? I can’t remember what I wrote to be honest I did this at 2 am lmao) and anything else I missed

If you are uncomfortable with noncon, then i sadly suggest you leave this fic alone.

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Y/N rushed back to the servant’s house and locked herself in her room. Heart beating a million miles a minute, she slumped to the ground and cried. “Why did I do that?!” she sobbed, “Now the princes will be keeping their eyes on me…” All the poor girl could do was cry until she fell asleep.

The next morning, Y/N was jolted from her sleep when she heard a knock at her door. Fearing that it could be Lilith about to throw a fit as to why she wasn’t working or worse, Jungkook, she shrunk back further into her room.

“Y/N” the voice of Emily said from the other side of the door, “are you alright love?” Y/N let out a huge sigh of relief at hearing her friend’s voice. “E-Emily!” she said. “Can you let me in love?” Emily asked. Standing on wobbly legs, Y/N opened her door revealing Emily, Elizabeth and the girl she recognized as the one Jungkook was about to humiliate.

“Oh Y/N! You’re alright! Are you alright?! Did they do anything to you?!” Emily cries out as she begins inspecting her. “I-I’m fine! Really. How did you-” “Maria told us what happened” Elizabeth said gesturing to the girl.

The girl ran to Y/N and gave her a big hug, “Thank you miss! Thank you for saving me. I am so sorry for causing you trouble…”

“It’s alright really,” Y/N told her, rubbing the girls back to comfort her, “I spoke with Prince Yoongi, and he let us off with a warning, but that he will not give us another.”

“What happened after Maria left?” Emily inquired.

Y/N took a breath and told them what happened. However, once she finished her story, it was time to work. As Y/N got ready she feared what would happen if she ran into the princes again.

Luckily, Y/N, Elizabeth and Emily were assigned to cleaning all the dishware in the kitchen, far away from the princes, which brought all of them some peace…

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Yoongi couldn’t focus on his book all day. All he could think about was that “stupid servant girl” as he told himself. He could not for the life of him find a reason to justify his actions on releasing her from punishment. He loved giving punishments! So why… He hasn’t seen the girl all day and it was starting to bug him for some reason. Did she skip work? Now that was a good reason to punish her. But that would be odd just going out of his way to find a specific servant to punish. It would definitely capture the attention of his brothers. Had she gotten in trouble with one of his brothers? Had she-

“Oh brother!” Jungkook said barging into his room with a big smile, “I wish I was there to see it! Next time I hope to partake in the event. I can just imagine her screams… Oh I bet they were lovely! Was her skin smooth before you tore it up?? Oh, how I wish I could have felt it before she was marred…”

“All women’s backs are the same Jungkook. Smooth.” Yoongi retorts.

“Not all of them brother,” the younger huffed, “That maid was exceptionally beautiful. Could have passed as a daughter of a lord if you ask me.”

“Well,” Yoongi huffed, “it’s over with and she has learned her mistake.”

The youngest brother hummed as he paced around his older brother’s bedroom.

Yoongi closed his book with a sigh of annoyance, “What is it Kook?”

“It’s not fair you got the fun. Sure, hunting was fun…But I feel left out. Maybe I should push the girl into making another mistake so that I can take a turn with her!”

“Now why would you want that? You never mess with the servant girls to get them to mess up.”

“I know. They usually just accept whatever happens. But this girl brother, she’s different. She has fight and that intrigues me. I want to break her.” The youngest brother smirks deviously.

“Jungkook-” Yoongi stops his snap back at his younger brother. He cannot let them see that he wants to protect her. He waves his hand and gets up to walk to the door, “Don’t be stupid. There are plenty of women more worthy of your time than her. She’s just a rat. The gala is starting. Mother and Father are expecting us.”

Yoongi left for the dining room leaving Jungkook to his own thoughts.

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Once their chores were finished the girls were given some time to rest before serving dinner to the guests. So they all went to Y/N’s room to finish what they were talking about that morning.

“Well!” Elizabeth sighs sitting on the bed, “I’ve never heard of the princes letting a servant off the hook, let alone Prince Yoongi. He especially never lets anyone go unpunished.”

“Do you think he wasn’t in the mood?” Emily asked.

“No,” Elizabeth said, “He is always in the mood to punish. This is strange. Why would he…”

“Well, he still did threaten me with a ‘next time’ but I think he’s not all that bad as what others make him out to be.” Y/N said nervously.

“Oh no hun! There must be an ulterior motive. Now Jungkook is not as bad of a threat as Yoongi, so you definitely need to steer clear of any more interactions between any of the princes. Just do your job and do it well to avoid any more unfortunate events.” She said with a worried face.

Before anyone could respond, the bell rang throughout the quarters.

“Well, it’s time for dinner to be served to the family and their guests. Let’s go ladies and remember,” she said to all of them but looking at Y/N, “do your job and lay low.”

“Alright ladies! It’s almost time to begin the dinner. You all know your roles so grab your platter or pitcher and get out to the floor! I do NOT want any accidents tonight!” Lilith said.

Everyone began moving and grabbing platters of elegantly arranged foods and large pitchers of wine, ale and water.

Y/N looked at Emily and sighed as she was one of the girls who would serve wine to the guests.

Emily squeezed her arm, “It’ll be alright Y/N. There are so many girls serving drinks so hopefully you won’t be near the royal family.

“I hope” Y/N sighed and made her way to the hall.

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The dining hall was massive. All decorated with expensive paintings and golden decorative features. One long table seating up to 200 guests including the royal family at the end. The royal band playing softly as to not drown out to conversations happening at the table.

Y/N took a breath and made her way towards her guest filling their chalices with wine, not looking them in the eyes as to not taint their status with her inferiority.

The night was surprisingly going well, she had not had one interaction with a royal member. She was beginning to relax. Maybe tonight won’t turn out to be so bad. Everyone had finished the main course and it was almost time for Y/N’s 15-minute break. All she had to do was wait for an esteemed guest to tap their glass and she would refill it with the sweet wine she carried.

“More wine please!” a feminine voice called.

Y/N looked up towards the people she had been serving wine the entire night to only to see that no one at her end had asked for wine. She looked around in confusion until Lilith elbowed her in the side, “The Queen wants more wine girl.”

“T-The Q-Queen?” Y/N whispers.

“Yes!” Lilith hissed, “Rose is still on her break so just go fill her chalice! Go now!” she said shoving the poor girl towards the other end of the table.

‘That’s where the princes are!!’ Y/N screamed in her head.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Emily trying to get Elizabeth to take her place but Y/N kept walking towards the Queen’s seat.

“Ah finally!” the Queen laughed, “The wine is here! What took you so long girl?! Are we out of wine?”

Y/N did not know what to say. Her brain was malfunctioning. She had the word but couldn’t get them out in fear of saying something wrong.

“When the Queen addressed you, you respond servant!” a deep voice spoke.

Y/N flinched.

“Look at me girl.” The voice said again. Y/N looked up and into the glaring eyes of Prince Namjoon. “Are you mute girl?” Y/N shakes her head. “Are you dumb?” Y/N shakes her head.

“Words.”

“N-No your highness.” She said in a shaky voice her eyes finding Prince Yoongi’s piercing stare causing her to look down at the floor.

“Then answer the Queen.”

Y/N turned to the Queen with a bow, “A-Apologies your majesty. W-We are n-not out o-of wine.”

“Ah,” she said sliding her chalice withing Y/N’s reach to pour, “well the room is big and there is a lot of chatter so it must have been a little difficult to hear. I will let it slide, but I expect this to not happen again.”

“Y-Yes your majesty. T-Thank you.” Y/N bowed again.

She was about to turn back when she heard another voice that frightened her.

“I need a refill as well.”

Jungkook.

Legs shaking, Y/N turned and walked towards Jungkook’s seat. When she reached him, he pushed his glass further into the table beyond her reach.

“So sorry but I am still eating. You can grab it and refill yourself I hope?” he said giving her a smile that looked innocent but she, and Yoongi, knows the trouble behind it.

Y/N bowed her head and leaned over to get the glass, which was properly placed to where her bum was right next to the prince. As she clutched the glass, she felt a hand slip under her dress and rest on her thigh. She almost dropped the glass but let out a small gasp when the hand tightened on her.

“Pour the wine like that and do not move. Unless you want trouble.” Prince Jungkook said in a low voice. “And pour it slow.” He added.

Y/N shut her eyes to keep the tears from escaping and began to pour the wine slowly. Her eyes flew open when she felt a pinch on the inside of her thigh. “Open your eyes rabbit. Or you will spill, and it will be all over for you.” The youngest prince threatens.

Y/N opens her eyes slowly trying to keep the tears at bay, eyes focused on the glass.

“Slower.” The prince orders.

The trail of wine turns into a small trickle while the prince’s hand makes it to the girl’s panties.

Y/N stifles a sob when Jungkook’s hand rubs at the fabric, her face turning red. Once he finds her nub, he pinches it, causing her to give a silent gasp and a single tear.

They both stop what they are doing when they hear a clank of silverware against a plate. They look up to see Prince Yoongi staring at them with an unamused look. Y/N thought she saw anger in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure through her watery eyes.

She is snapped back to reality when she feels her panties being pulled to the side. She was even more horrified when she felt some slick disconnect from her panties. How did she get wet?

“You’re wet my sweet rabbit,” Jungkook chuckles as his fingers swirl around in her slick, “Why don’t you keep pouring my wine love? And look at my brother the whole time.”

“P-Please…” Y/N whispered, “P-Please d-don’t.”

“You want me to stop?” Jungkook whispered, “But you are so wet rabbit. It would be unfair.”

“But t-they-”

“Are too buzzed to notice, well except my brother right there. Let’s give him a show. Now pour. And no sounds.” He ordered, his hands beginning to rub her nub in circles.

Giving a silent whimper, she resumed her task whilst keeping eye contact with Yoongi, her eyes red and watery.

When Jungkook figured his fingers were slick enough, he slid a finger into her pussy. Both of them shuddered. One with fear and one with delight.

Y/N wanted to scream in pain while Jungkook almost came in his pants.

“My sweet rabbit, are you a virgin?” he whispered, earning himself a silent sob from the girl to confirm his suspicions, “Oh how fun! I’m your first fingerfuck.”

With that, he inserted a second finger earning himself a squeeze from her cunt and began pumping in a out. He looked at his brother and smirked, knowing that he was hard as well and began to pump faster.

Jungkook was in heaven. His fingers were being squeezed by the girl’s cunt. Oh, how he wished he could see her face. He then noticed that his wine glass was full, and that the girl was clutching the table liner. Jungkook looked around and noticed that no one noticed what was going on. They were all pretty much drunk except for him, Yoongi and the girl.

Jungkook then grabbed Y/N by the waist and pulled her into his lap and hiked up her skirt a bit more. The new angle allowed him to thrust his fingers deeper.

Y/N looked away to not face the other prince only to have her face turned towards Jungkook.

“Look at me rabbit,” he whispered, “I want to see your face when you come.”

Y/N opened her teary eyes to him and clenched his jacket as she felt something start to blossom in her. Jungkook immediately knew she was close and angled himself so that he and his older brother can see her come undone by the prince’s fingers.

Y/N began to cry and pull Jungkook’s hand away.

“N-No! Please s-stop…I-I can’t”

Jungkook was much stronger than her and kept going, relishing in how her thighs started grinding together.

“You will rabbit,” he whispered in her ear, “You will not refuse my gift of giving you pleasure. Now cum.”

Y/N felt her high come crashing down unwelcomed. She suddenly felt weak and fell back into the prince’s chest as she let out a choked sob. The prince pulled her skirt back in place, patted her arms and pushed her onto her feet, the poor girl breathing heavily and unstable.

“There you go. I hope you enjoyed that as much as we did!” He said with a smile, “Now back to work with you. Thank you for the drink rabbit.”

Y/N grabbed her pitcher with shaking hands and looked at prince as he took his fingers covered in her release and stuck them in his mouth, moaning in pleasure, “and thank you for the desert. Compliments to the chef!” he said with a wink.

Still crying, Y/N bowed to the prince and hurried off to the break room.

Jungkook chuckled and turned to his brother who had a tint of pink to his cheeks.

“She was cute, wasn’t she?” the youngest asked his older brother with a smile, “She’s a virgin brother! Her sweet release tasted like nothing I have ever had before. You must try it for yourself sometime brother!”

The older prince chugged his wine and nodded, “Interesting. She is an intrigues girl I must say. I will have to investigate more on her.”

“You mean ‘in’ her?” Jungkook smirks.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He could not get that image of Y/N’s face when she came. She looked so beautiful so fragile. It made him want to break her. Want to punish her for cumming by Jungkook’s hand.

The want to break her, punish her, fuck her.

Once Y/N made it to the break room, Elizabeth and Emily were about to head back out to the feast to serve.

“Y/N!” Emily said, “How was the Queen? Was she mad? Did she punish- Oh my god! Are you alright!?” She begins to panic when she sees Y/N’s tear-stained face.

“Y/N, sweetie, is everything okay?” Elizabeth began, noticing Y/N was not focusing on anything in the room and that her eyes are blank.

Y/N started to have a panic attack. Her heart began to beat faster, her mind racing a million miles a minute, her vision began to blacken and her hearing was going in and out.

“Y/N…. hear me….Y/N!!.............help!.......You’re going…………..Y/N!!!”

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[pbandjesse]

I had a really good day. I did sleep a bit weird. It was deep sleep but I had some intense and weird dreams. So when James came and said good morning to me I was a little dazed. But it was okay. I would shake it off pretty soon.

I went and got washed up and dressed. I felt very cute and good. My hair looked great. My eyes didn't hurt as much.

James drove me to work. Got me breakfast. I love my James. They also came inside the museum to help fix the DVD player because it was being weird. And then they were off.

I had an excellent day. We had a new educator Sarah and she would be with me all day. She was lovely.

I walked her through the whole museum. Giving her an overview of all the pieces of the programs we were doing today. And it was a lot! Mostly because we had some big groups today. But I was looking forward to it.

I got a big laugh when we went back to the break room and Adam had a plastic cup with a jellyfish in it???? He caught it in the harbor and was going to keep it as a pet?? I was like this seems like a bad idea but apparently he's been doing it a long time and has a tank set up for it. It was fun to see. Though I did think it was a tea bag in a cup at first.

Soon the kids were there. And they were all very sweet. I got them off the bus and inside and soon enough we were breaking into groups.

We were a bit early though and with my schedule having movie and lunch first I couldn't really start to early. So we took a bathroom and water break and I read the sign about the generator and electricity to them and they were honestly all so sweet.

I had the largest group of the 3. 21 kids. Which is fine. But it was the largest neighborhood I've ever had! But that was a problem for later.

I took them to the movie and then went to hang out in the break room. And then it was lunchtime. And Sarah would join me and we talked for a while. About my meeting tomorrow and just some museum stuff. How much I love it. And how it's scary to think about leaving to go to puhtok full time. She thinks I'm being very reasonable with what I'm asking for. I'm still nervous though!!

The rest of the day was good but timing was a little tough with such a big group. We had city builders first. And I had them all choose their buildings. They were great honestly. And I really just enjoyed their company. Sarah helped a lot with putting the buildings together. And then once everyone was done we did our story about our buildings. Which was just good fun. Hearing what everyone thought. I accidently gave them two banks so I had the girls chose their interest rates. 15 and 20%! It was very funny.

And then to the neighborhood. Thankfully the bus wasn't leaving until 145 because we fully went over by 10 minutes. It was a lot. But they all did such a good job in their roles. They were excellent listeners and had a lot to share and I was just really proud of them.

We finished up and got everyone to decker to meet the rest of their class. Who was getting ready to get on the bus. And then one of my kids said they lost their glass bead and he was almost crying so I ran as fast as I could to get him one before they left and I made it!! He was so happy.

I went with Sarah to collect everything then we went to do oysters. I took a few minutes to eat my sandwich. And then joined everything upstairs.

We got a lot done and cleaned up. It was nice talking to everyone. And soon James was there too!! Jessica came up to ask how the day went and she was like stop giving them glass beads!! But I am positive I have told her I did that before because they say it's a crystal and they get so excited. I'm going to buy a bag of them to make up to her so she's not upset with me!! I still think it's funny.

Me and James headed home. And I felt pretty good for once. Not exhausted. I would get changed and James would make me a little milkshake. I worked on a drawing and we hung out in bed. They would make me a beautiful salad for dinner. And we shared some chips.

James had their podcast tonight. Another guest which was very cool! And while they did that I worked in the studio. I added backs to more of my resin bears. And finally embroidered my apron for awah. Which I think came out so cute.

James made a big fuss about my embroidery which made me feel good. And they would have some dinner. I would chill in bed and do my eyebrows and watch some videos.

And now it's gotten late all of a sudden. But that's okay. I am going to go shower now and get ready to sleep.

Tomorrow I have my meeting with Alexi and she suggested making a Google call so I don't have to come out there. So I get to have most of the day off so that is really nice.

Let's hope the conversation goes well though. Cause I want this to work out. So wish me luck. Sleep well my friends. Goodnight!!

[that-gt-and-vore-stuffs]

Experiment 05SB

Alternatively titled “I’m sorry 2B don’t hate me please”

I hath given in to the M4dc0m brain rot at the cost of me now having written a 7k+ word fic because I’m not confident enough in my art skills to draw it at the moment. Here we go!

Oh, there’s also implied fatal in this (it’s of unnamed characters, plus this is M4dc0m, but I’ve gotta say it. I guess you could take it as reformation if you really wanted to.). Mentions of blood I guess?

As always, Vore under the cut :)

“Ey 2b? You there?” Deimos’s voice crackled to life through the plastic earpiece currently jammed into his left ear, yanking the hacker and unofficial ‘team medic’ as he was called once (much to his own confusion. Sure, he knew basic medical but by no means was he any sort of doctor) back into reality. A brief moment passed in the silence of his room, more often called ‘the lab’, of their base before everything came crashing back at once. Deimos, Sanford, and Hank were out raiding a A.A.H.W warehouse at his instruction. Meaning he was alone in their base, also known as a breaking down appartement they had taken shelter in. It had electricity and provided shelter from the harsh hell scape that had once been the state of Nevada. A dark red sunless sky overhead, vegetation and any ecosystems completely wiped out from what they’d seen, bandits and zeds equally ready to eat the nearest person if it meant living another day, the Agency hunting you down if they thought you’d possibly be working against them or with the infamous Hank J. Wimbleton, and having little to no essential resources for days at a time to top it all off like some twisted cherry on this sick cake. Home sweet fucking home.

“Doc? Helllloooo?” Shit, right. Deimos.

“Sorry, I’m here. What is it Deimos?”

“And the medic lives!” The small cheer was accompanied by laughter from the smallest member of the team. Jebus, how was he able to joke in even the most dire situations?

“Just get to the point, chucklehead.” 2b could hear Sanford add in over the static, the man’s laughter just barely making it to tired ears.

“Right right, sorry man. Anyway, if we wanted to get food on the way back would you say no?” Pardon? There was no way he was hearing that right. There were several reasons why he couldn’t be hearing that right. A. food wasn’t by any means the easiest thing to come by in this hellhole, B. restaurants weren’t really a common thing anymore so those were out of the picture, and C. there’s no way they could p- actually, scratch that last one. Robbing a corpse wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that those three had done. Not by a long shot. Still though, how was he supposed to respond to that request?

“…what?” Apparently by asking the first word on his mind.

“We saw that one hotdog vendor on the way here and we’re all starving. Can we or can we not get hotdogs on the way back?” Oh. That’s what Deimos ment. How on earth had that hotdog vendor not been killed yet?

“Is this a genuine ‘we’ or is it a ‘me’, Deimos?” That seemed like a more fair and answerable question.

“Hey I-!”

“It’s a genuine ‘we’ Doc,” Sanford’s voice chimed in. By the cursing in the background 2b could imagine that he had flipped up Deimos’s mic to temporarily mute him in the realm of their earpieces. “Pretty sure one of our stomachs gave us away to the last group of agents we had to take out. Not gonna point fingers but I’m pretty sure it was Hank- Ack! I’m just saying!”

“Thought we weren’t pointing fingers.” There was the third voice. Rough from years of fighting yet still all too recognizable as Hank. The same Hank J. Wimbleton on the wanted posters that scattered the walls of almost every nearby building, wanted dead by the Auditor and his whole agency. He must’ve smacked Sanford for his comment. Well at least he didn’t do worse, whether on purpose or accident.

“We aren’t. Now Cmon Doc, you never answered my question.” Hearing the other hacker’s voice ask for an answer again 2b sighed. Always eager, wasn’t he? How the man had seemingly endless energy on missions would forever remain a mystery to him, Jebus be damned.

“I don’t really care what you do on the way back so long as you all come back in one piece and with the stuff I sent you there for. Understood?”

“Aye aye, Captain Doc! Over and out!” And there they went. The earpiece went dead, leaving 2b on his own once again once he flicked up his own mic. Back to silence. Sweet sweet silence. It wasn’t often they got that in their shared apartment of a base. Someone was always awake, someone was always saying something. It was never really quiet unless you were lucky enough to be the only one awake. 2BDamned had seen plenty of those rare times, if only because he overworked himself and didn’t sleep. So maybe it was one of his less than desirable qualities, when living in a hellscape being ten steps ahead of the agency trying to kill you is always good. He had to keep that up, on top of keeping the others alive and well.

And then there was his little experiment. That also was taking a toll on how little he slept. Not all that long ago the trio had returned from a mission with the data he had requested and more. Specifically a duffel bag full of seemingly shrunken grunts and two only slightly bigger shrunken MAGs. Pft, how funny it was to say that. A shrunken MAG. Hell, he wouldn’t believe it if you told him with no proof. The idea seemed insane. Oh but it wasn't. Not by a long shot if the cages sitting on one of his tables said anything. Normally he’d call such a thing like keeping people in cages inhumane, not that there were many humane things in this hellhole to begin with. He’d expect keeping them in cages that probably used to be for pets to be a move pulled by the Agency, not himself, however he had to make do with what they could find and had access to. Also known as: not much at all. He wanted to study them after all. Letting them free was just not an option.

Now that probably sounds bad, studying living beings like himself, but one couldn’t blame 2b when you considered his situation (at least he hopes one couldn’t). Somehow the Agency found a way to shrink living beings. That’s power that could be used against him and the others to make everything turn for the worst, something which he wanted to avoid at all costs. However, if one of his teammates or himself were to be shrunken on a mission it would be possibly lifesaving to know how to reverse the effects. Plus, having the power to shrink enemies on their side could certainly prove useful. All that being said, he needed these few alive in order to try and figure out what caused them to be how they were. Hence the repurposed, beat up pet cages. Two of them to be exact. One held the grunts and the other for the two MAG agents. None of them had killed each other yet, so that was nice. A few simple experiments and a dissection of a grunt that had been dead upon arrival to him proved that they still functioned as they would if they were their normal size. Just on a smaller scale. He had sent Hank, Deimos, and Sanford out for supplies today, yes, though if they found any information regarding the shrinking of their little ‘guests’ then they were to bring it to him. With no information on that though, he had to continue his other work. Tired eyes met the screen through red goggles. Moments later his head found itself cushioned in the crook of one of his arms.

“What the hell.” 2b grumbled, a fresh headache slowly starting to pound against the inside of his skull. What the hell was up with him? He should be fine. This was only his second day without proper ‘longer-then-15-minutes’ sleep. He’d gone longer before, he should be able to function. Why was the screen giving him such a headache now of all times? He needed to get stuff done. He needed to finish up this…this……what was he working on again? Hold on, no, he should remember. This shouldn’t be slipping his mind like it is. Maybe if he just thought back a few minutes. It would come back to him, right?

“Ok right before Deimos called, what was I doing?” 2b thought out loud to himself, trying his hardest to recall what had happened prior to the call from his allies. ”I was sitting here…then Deimos called in. Wait, no. Go back. From the top. Since…however long ago I’ve been sitting here, working on…what was I working on before Deimos asked about getting food? I sent them on the raid, didn’t eat, got to work and- no. That’s not it. Why can’t I just-“

Gggnnnnnnrrrr…

Oh well fuck him. That’s why he couldn’t focus. 2b groaned, not bothering to hide the noise as of now. He was alone, no one would hear him or tease him. Unless you would count the shrunken men in the cages, however it wasn’t likely they’d say anything. When you’re the size of a rat, spare the MAGs who were more rabbit sized, to your captor pissing them off seemed like the worst thing one could do. Clearly the hacker wasn’t at all in the mood to deal with teasing, so their mouths remained shut. That left 2b alone to deal with his complaining stomach, a feat which proved easier said than done when one was going off a day and a half without properly sleeping. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ate something. It was all just fuzzing together at this point.

Pushing himself off his desk 2b flopped back into the worn chair he’d been sitting in for God knows how long. Relaxing into the backrest was certainly more comfortable than being hunched over a laptop screen typing away like he had been for the past day or two. A hand fell to rest over his stomach while the other removed his goggles. Those were not helping the blooming headache. A low growl from his stomach drew a small hiss through his teeth, the sound being accompanied by a familiar empty cramping.

“Oh you can shut up.” He grumbled at the organ half heartedly, “It’s not like I can eat anything right now. There’s a reason I sent Hank and the others out.” His stomach growled back, the empty sound ringing in the hacker’s ears. He needed to eat, that was undeniable. The problem was getting something to eat. He had few options, none of which he particularly liked. Option 1. going out to look for something even slightly edible on his own, option 2. wait and hope the others found and brought back food, or option 3. contact the others through his headset and ask them to get him something on the way back. The first option was clearly undesirable on its own and the other two weren’t much better. Sure, asking them to grab something for him would probably be easiest and most logical, however he was almost certain that they didn’t want to hear that out of the blue in the middle of a fight. That and he didn’t want to deal with any teasing that might come along with asking. He wasn’t about to take that chance when he had things to do. He couldn’t remember those things at the moment, sure, but they were still things he had to do! So asking was not an available option at the moment. That left waiting and hoping for the best.

Rrrrrrrnnngggggg….

“I know. I don’t like the idea either.” 2b sighed as he spun around in his chair, gently patting his stomach. He needed to get out of his chair, even if it was just a walk around his room. He needed something after a day and a half straight of sitting there hunched over staring at a screen. Maybe it’d help with the headache if he was lucky. Probably wouldn’t but hey a man could dream. With a small grunt of effort the hacker found himself on his feet, his balance wobbling and legs feeling like brittle pasta beneath him. Ah, that's what I wanted to do earlier. Go figure taking breaks gets ignored by my brain. “However, I do believe it’ll end with the best result. I’m sure they’ll be home soon anyway.”

They wouldn’t. That was a lie, to himself and to his stomach alike. He likely had a few more hours alone, maybe two at least. The A.A.H.W warehouse he’d sent them to was big and if you account for fighting delays and them stopping on the way back then the chance of them being back in the next two hours would be some sort of miracle. By the way his stomach reacted every time he brushed over the thought that the trio was getting food on the way back then he wasn’t going to be looking so hot by the time they arrived back. Oh he was going to get the short end of the stick no matter what he did, wasn’t he? Talk about luck. 2b sighed, running a hand up and through his hair as he walked along one of the walls of his small room. His stomach clearly wasn’t shutting up any time soon so the next best course of action would be to ignore it. Maybe that would help him wait it out. What could he focus on? There was work, he could clean up a little bit maybe, or he could focus on the rattling coming from the cages and-

Hold on.

That most certainly wasn’t right. 2b cocked an eyebrow, crossing the room to where the three cages were placed. Quite the interesting scene was playing out before him. From what he could see a few of the shrunken grunts were teaming up to try and break out of the cages. This wasn’t their first little escape attempt, no, but it interested him enough as he stood there watching and attempting to grab his tablet at the same time. Eventually he had succeeded, opening up a new document to scribble down a few notes.

Title: Log 073SB

Time: 6:34 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: Grunts working together to attempt escape. MAG agent seems to be attempting to cause a distraction by rattling the wall of the cage. Or perhaps they just want out. Very annoying either way. None seem bothered by my presence.

Satisfied with his little note, 2b closed the tablet and set it down on the counter next to one of the cages. Whether it was him being too rough with setting the tablet down or the low grumble from his stomach that startled the cage of grunts was up for debate, but currently he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Right now he needed to have a chat with the little troublemakers. Without hesitation the unofficial medic reached forward, opening the little hinged door located on top of the cage with ease compared to what the grunts inside were attempting before. He didn’t think twice before he reached in and grabbed the two topmost grunts from the pile of attempted escapees before retracting his hand, repeating the process with his other hand, and finally closing the cage. Hands now full, each holding two fighting bodies, the hacker sighed.

“Escape huh? How many times have you already tried that and it didn’t work?” 2b asked, a less than impressed tone lacing his voice. Sure, he needed a distraction from his stomach but he didn’t want to have to deal with escape attempts left and right for the next however long. “What made you think it’d go any different this time?”

There was a moment of silence before a soft voice spoke up, one that clearly hadn’t been used recently. One of the grunts in his left hand. “W-we figured i-if we actually tried and w-worked together then maybe we’d b-be able to manage a successful…e-escape…”

“Really now? Interesting.” 2b mumbled, looking over the grunt in his hand. They were all so small. You’d think he’d have gotten used to their size by now but every time he held one it seemed to slap him in the face. Offing them if they got too rowdy wouldn’t be hard at all. Wouldn’t need to use anything to begin with. How crazy it was. “Though I’m not sure I can let this slide as I have with previous instances.”

“W-what?” His response seemed to temporarily stun the four in his hands, most likely because of how it was different from his previous comments on their attempted escapes. A shiver passed over them like a wave while the hacker only nodded.

“Your previous attempts at escape. While I can understand why one would try I’ve made it quite clear that successful escapes won’t be happening nor tolerated, correct? I need to prove my point here because you all clearly don’t understand words.” He shifted on his feet slightly, a new question wracking his brain. What could he do to show he wasn’t going to deal with constant escape attempts? It had to be something that stuck, seeing as they clearly didn’t understand his earlier comments about escape not being tolerated. Only a few moments of silence passed before his lips were moving again. “You four are going somewhere else. A stronger holding space. If any of the others try anything they’ll join you. Simple, yet effective.” Or it would be if he knew exactly where he planned to stick these four. What did he have that could serve as a stronger cell for them? The cages were already pretty secure in terms of what he could work with. He just needed something stronger, close to him, hard to escape, and threatening that held a sense of danger with it. But what could that be? His eyes darted around the makeshift lab, trying to find something.

Grrrrroowwwllll…

2b’s eyes slowly scanned down from his shaking captives to his stomach. For a moment he just stared, eyes lacking any readable emotion. Well now that was certainly an option. It fit his criteria. Almost too well. Strong, hard to escape, close to him, and it held a sense of danger. Under his mask his torn and scared lips quirked up into a little smirk. “Mmhm. That’ll do quite nicely, in fact~”

The final moments of peace were shattered as the meaning of his words collided with his captives like a well aimed punch to the gut. Hearts sunk to their feet like rocks in water, despair rearing it’s head in their struggles. Those fortunate enough to remain in the cages simply watched with a muted horror as the four bodies were tossed onto the table and held down with little to no effort. The hacker wasted no time removing the mask and bandages that usually covered his mouth, tossing the fabrics haphazardly beside his discarded tablet. Despite the word fresh being the last thing he’d use to describe the Nevada air, 2b knew he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice to just breathe the air in alone and not through the layers of fabric like he often did. With the temporary roadblock now gone his eyes drifted downward to the bodies pinned beneath his hand.

“Well, I believe that eliminates any preventable issues we could encounter here.” He hummed softly, plucking the grunt who was covered by his hand the least up into the air. It certainly was odd to watch the little body squirm and fight against him, all attacks on the two fingers holding it proving futile. Their only hope seemed to be 2b letting them go, something which proved less and less likely the longer they studied the look in the hackers eyes. It wasn’t a look one ever wanted to find themself on the receiving end of. The sight of sharp teeth, glimmering with saliva through grinning lips, certainly did not help to lower the grunt’s heart rate at all. 2b simply clicked his tongue. “Meaning stalling time is up. Stay still, won’t you?”

The grunt did not, in fact, stay still. It was impossible to do so as far as they knew when you had a spit soaked tongue dragging up every inch of your front, sharp daggers of teeth only millimeters from their face. A deafening silence washed over the others, only being broken by a small pleased hum from their normal sized captor.

“Not bad…” the man mumbled, dragging his tongue up the squirming grunt yet again. A small voice in the back of his mind, his voice of reason, yelled out the obvious loud and clear to him plenty of times: this was wrong. It wasn’t right to be doing what he was about to do. This was stooping down to the bandits level, something he never intended to do unless absolutely necessary. He shouldn’t be enjoying the taste of another living being like this. And yet…here he was. Ignoring any logic and reason in his mind to proceed with this. Thank goodness he was alone. 2b didn’t even want to think about what the others might say if they were to see him how he was now. Shaking his head softly he shoved away the thought, opening his jaw as far as the joint and scarred tissue that made up his cheeks would allow. He wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or concerned with how easily the small body slipped into his mouth.

Despite their best efforts to squirm free of their new confinement, the slippery surroundings of the unofficial doctor’s maw proved to have horrible traction. Saliva dropped onto the unfortunate grunt’s head from above while they desperately tried to crawl out of the dark cavern. Feet scrambled on the soaked surface of their predator’s tongue as the muscle moved and flipped them around as if they were some piece of candy, all while their hands desperately tried to keep as little of them between the axe like teeth. One bite and they were done for, a terrifying thought. Through it all only three sounds were ever heard from those lucky enough to not be in the current grunt’s position. The sickening sounds of soaked struggle, terrified yelps from the grunt stuck within 2b’s jaws, and the occasional hum from the man himself. The torture, as those watching from the cage would describe it, seemed to continue for hours and hours on end.

Glk

Glp~

Until it all stopped with two simple swallows and a collective gasp of horror from those watching. The relaxed posture of the man they all watched failed to help their situation.

“H….huhh…that was..” the uncertified medic breathed, breaking the silence. His free hand lazily felt down his throat, tracing where he could feel the squirming body slip further down by the second. It didn’t take a genius to decipher that the less angry sounding gurgle from the man’s stomach signaled the end of the unfortunate grunt’s descent. With eyes widened just beyond his natural look 2b gently pressed his stomach. How interesting it was, as morbid as it might sound, to feel something squirming around inside the organ. Before he could even stop to consider a better way to word his thoughts, he finished his sentence. Just not in the way the grunts wanted to hear. “…incredibly easy.”

The last thing any of the remaining grunts wanted to see was those eyes scan up slowly before locking on them as if they were some sort of dessert. The clearly out of place smile on the man’s face didn’t help the feeling of impending doom either. If anything it only made it worse as a rough hand plucked another grunt from the selected three that had remained under his hand. Down, beneath his newfound curiosity and odd urge to continue what he was doing, 2b knew he should have been more concerned about how easy this was coming to him. No sane person would take so calmly to swallowing living beings, especially not of his own kind. Yet here he was, smirking as he licked over his scarred lips with cold eyes locked onto the small shaking body like a cat would after spotting a mouse. Looking at their sizes in comparison to one another? The simile was scarily accurate. Through his whole little mental debate the hacker found it all too easy to slip the small body into his mouth, licking it over to draw out as much of that strangely addicting taste before slowly beginning to nudge it back. Just bit by bit until it was far enough.

Glrk

Grk~

“Two down…haahhh…two to go…” the hacker sighed as he traced the lump down his throat. There was a waiting period once more but it didn’t last long before the shiver inducing gurgle signified where the poor soul had ended up. How the man hadn’t gotten sick yet was beyond the understanding of those who witnessed the event and even the man himself. Surely he should feel at least a little nauseous with two rat sized bodies squirming within his stomach. Nausea and fullness were the two sensations he had expected by now and yet neither had shown their face yet. Deep within his mind, from an area he didn’t even know existed until it spoke, a voice urged him to test his limits. 2b had shaken that idea off nearly immediately. As….enticing as that idea was, he still needed a few of the shrunken grunts alive and well to continue his attempts to recreate and reverse however the Agency had shrunken them before. Four however….well that wasn’t the biggest loss in the world if something happened to go wrong. Leaning a little more heavily over the table he grabbed one of the last two grunts, shoving the struggling body into his mouth head first. Quite the sight it was to watch flailing legs be slurped into someone’s mouth like nothing more than wet noodles. Interesting and horrifying.

Glp

Glrk~

Though compared to seeing someone who had been beside you ten minutes ago disappear down your captor’s throat as nothing more than a barely visible lump would top it in the scarring scale. Nothing could compare to that sight. Good god was it terrifying. The reality that escape was impossible was all but cemented into the remaining grunts' brains now, as that had been what had gotten their companions into this situation in the first place. This was happening because their capturer wanted to prove his point that attempted escape would not be tolerated. At this point they were convinced they’d have to have a death wish to attempt escape now. Especially when their conditions weren’t horrible compared to what they could be in, something which hadn’t crossed their minds till now. Now don’t take their words wrong, by no means did they want to stay here. Especially not now. However, if it meant living another day and not ending up as lunch? Staying definitely was the preferable option.

“One to go. Damn.” The hacker's voice snapped all attention back to him. His position had changed, now leaning back on the table as he looked over the struggling form in his hands. The words seemed to flow from his mouth without too much thought needed behind them. They just felt…right. It was a feeling he never expected to experience in such a context that he was now, much less to have it almost piloting him as it felt now, but he was nearly willing to say he welcomed it. He wasn't well acquainted with the idea of eating living beings after all, so the subconscious help to ease the process along wasn’t something he’d push away. Not unless it were to cause an issue that is. However, nothing of the sort had happened yet, meaning he was going to keep letting his actions flow naturally.

Just as he had with the three before this one, 2b wasted little time starting towards his goal. Raising the grunt just above his head the man dangled the flailing body over his open mouth, a sight that he could assume would terrify anyone in the grunt’s position. All went smoothly as he lowered the small body in. That is until the grunt, having seen an opportunity and taken it, grabbed and yanked down his mic. While he tried to react as quickly as possible, he could only pray the microphone had not managed to pick up the gag he’d made after panic and shock had caused him to jolt forward and send the grunt to the back of his throat. He flipped up the mic as fast as he could, trying to determine the best course of action one could take with a squirming body halfway down their throat and a possibility of having just been ratted out to the others by their lunch. He was screwed were they to find out, what with how at least two of the three always seemed to be looking for teasing ammunition. That and this….well this wasn’t exactly normal, you know.

“Doc? Is everything ok over there?” Fuck. That wasn’t good. Ignoring the sinking feeling of dread in his chest the best he could, 2b took a deep breath and forced the fourth grunt down with a swallow that took a little more effort then he felt it should’ve. Flipping down the mic, he answered.

“Damnit- yes. I'm fine, Sanford. Don’t worry.” The sentence had to be his least convincing lie yet. Between his heavy breathing and dryness in his throat he could tell his voice wasn’t helping him in any way. Now he didn’t take his teammates for idiots, despite how it sure seemed like they were sometimes, but in the moment he found himself wishing they were.

“You sure? You don’t sound all that fine. Did something happen back at base?” The worry beginning to lace the man’s voice through the static filled earpiece only served to worsen the feeling of dread in 2b’s chest. He needed to get Sanford, and the others who were no doubt listening, off the idea something had happened. He needed to deal with the whole I-just-swallowed-four-people-alive thing before they came back, so them returning early was not in the plan.

“No, nothing happened.” He shot back, only realizing the speed in his voice wasn’t too reassuring after he said it. Ok, what was a believable excuse for why he sounded like he did? “I just…spilt coffee on my legs after burning my mouth. Must’ve knocked the mic down in the process.” With a hand to his chest the hacker forced a soft swallow, trying to at least get rid of the uncomfortable dryness that had settled in the back of his throat. Please say they believed that.

“Pft, really? Damn, wish I could’ve seen that. Think you looked like one of those old cartoons, Doc?” Phew, crisis averted.

“Real funny, Deimos. Get back to your mission.” 2b shook his head at the comment. At least they seemed to believe him. It was worth it, even if the mental image of those over exaggerated cartoon characters was now going to show up whenever he even slightly burnt his mouth on coffee. Oh well, some sacrifices must be made.

“Alright alright. We’re going.” The man on the other end laughed. Those idiots. Damn his heart caring for them, now he was attached. “See you when we get back. Over and out, Doc!” And there they went.

Fighting off his own soft laughter, 2b flipped up his mic. A soft sigh escaped him before he could even think to stop it. That could’ve been horrible. While one hand softly rubbed at his neck, sore from what he had to guess was the miniature disaster that just took place, the other gently laid itself over his stomach. The four inside never seemed to stop moving, constantly squirming and slipping about. There were a handful of reasons he could assume was the cause, though the most likely was that being shoved into a soaking wet moving sack with three of your colleagues provided little traction or ability to get comfortable. That and panic. Panic was probably a rather big factor in how they were feeling. 2b, on the other hand, had to be feeling the exact opposite of how they were. The warm weight of his four ‘victims’ was a welcome sensation within the previously empty pit of his stomach. As twisted as he knew it sounded, he would’ve been confident saying that what he was feeling was honestly satisfactory. Why having living beings stretch and actually round out his stomach in a barely noticeable way was causing this feeling was a mystery to him, but at the moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when it felt this nice.

“I hope I’ve made my point clear.” The unofficial medic hummed, looking over to the grunt filled cage. They had backed away from him by now, huddled in the back most corner of their confines. The sight drew a genuine laugh from the man they all seemed to fear ten times more than before. Well that was proof if he’d ever seen it. Looks like their escape wasn’t something he had to worry about any more. So maybe he sacrificed a little of his ‘I’m not going to hurt you’ act for this. It was worth it in his eyes. And besides, he was probably the most gentle with them out of his whole little gang. If they wanted to be left with one of the others then go ahead. Although being left with the mercenary who you were created to kill didn’t sound like the most fun time to him. Smirking, he collected his goggles, mask, and tablet from the table. “It seems I have. Glad we could have this little -hic!- chat. Heh.”

He gave the cage a pat, the rattling of the metal only serving to scare the grunts further back in the ball of bodies they’d curled into, before turning to walk back to his desk. He needed to sit down. Standing apparently became a lot harder when you had four people fighting against your insides. Thinking back, he didn’t know what he would have expected. Did he stumble a little bit trying to get back to his desk? Yes, he did. It was like he forgot how to walk in all honesty. Another reason he was glad he was alone in their base. Like most things though it proved worth it when he finally collapsed into the worn chair he used for work. Without thinking twice he opened his tablet and started a new log.

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“Doc! We’re back!” The call rang out through the appartement, followed by three sets of footsteps marching their way in and the door slamming shut perhaps a little stronger than needed. As the hinges of the door stopped rattling the three expected to hear a displeased groan, followed by the ruffled form of 2b appearing in the hallway to scold them for being so aggressive or something like tracking blood into the base. Honestly, why he still bothered was a mystery to them, at least Sanford and Deimos for they had zero clue what went on in Hank’s head, for the most part. They were mercenaries, fighters, people looking to not end up with their brains splattered on the wall or something worse. They were going to be bloody upon returning, even if that blood wasn’t their own. It wasn’t like their floors were carpet or anything either. In the end though they never bothered to fight the scoldings. No use making the unofficial medic mad, especially if they needed help. The lack of disgruntled medic in the hallway or at least yelling when silence returned to the room was worrying. After a minute or two with nothing spoken and no ruffled hacker to be seen, Deimos tried again to call him.

“2b?” He called out, peering down the hallway which led to their rooms. There wasn’t any blood on the walls, a good sign to start, and no bullet holes that weren’t there before. Unless the Agency suddenly learned how to do stealth missions, something he and he knew the other two were hoping wasn’t the case, he had hopes. Again, no response from the man. Gun still in his hand he took one glance back to the others, a silent ‘follow me’, before continuing down the hallway. Although Deimos had made it to the closed door first he’d been pushed past by the red goggle wearing giant as he reached for the doorknob. Hank had been the one to open the door to 2b’s room. He’d also been the first of the trio to feel the tension in his shoulders drop. It wasn’t long after he had relaxed that he was shoved into the room by two bodies trying to get in and see any damage that could’ve been done while they were gone. The sight of 2BDamned softly snoring away in his chair, nothing in the room seeming out of place, was most certainly a welcome one.

“Ah. So that’s why he isn’t barking us up a tree for your entrance, Dei.” Sanford hummed with a laugh, careful to watch his volume. If there was one thing he didn’t want to deal with after their mission it was a cranky Doc who got woken up by them. It wasn’t a secret he didn’t necessarily sleep after all and there was no way he could survive off coffee like he seemed to silently claim he could sometimes. They all had times when their sleep schedules were fucked.

“Oh shut up, ‘Ford.” Deimos shot back with a playful punch to the man’s bicep. “It’s not like I’m the one who slammed the door. That’s what he would’ve been on our asses about.”

“You slammed it open then yelled loud enough for all of Nevada to hear you. Don’t act like you’re innocent!”

As the two’s words morphed into friendly bickering Hank took it upon himself to deliver the bit of what they got that couldn’t stay in the duffle bag slung over his shoulder at the moment. Buried in the pocket of his jacket was a small object. Something he hadn’t expected to find, but had snagged nonetheless when it had been pointed out by Deimos. For a second as he walked over to the man a rough hand dug around fabric, fingers gripping plastic as he arrived at his destination. Without thinking he tossed the USB onto the hacker’s desk, eyes wandering over small things like the empty coffee mug or discarded goggles. Behind red-tinted goggles they landed on the man’s tablet, the screen now illuminated thanks to what he could assume had been the small drive hitting the desk. Prying wasn’t something he often did when it came to his teammates, respecting their privacy as they often did his, but after a certain word caught his eye he couldn’t help but read the log that had popped up.

Title: Experiment 05SB

Time: 7:42 pm, xx/xx/xx

Author: 2BDamned

Note: I…cannot believe I’m about to write this. This is update one of Experiment 05SB, an experiment started without much if any bit of a proper plan behind it. Phase I, I suppose you could call it, was a success. The shrunken grunts are, in fact, small enough to swallow whole and…alive. MAGs have not yet been confirmed to be the same way, though I’m sure that answer will show itself one day. I am unsure why I am able to keep four of them down without feeling nauseated, but I can. I will update at a later time when more information has presented itself.

The log ended there, eyes falling away from the screen as Hank’s mind worked to process the information it had just been given. According to what had been written before the man had fallen victim to sleep, it was not only possible to swallow the shrunken beings sitting in one of the cages behind him, but the unofficial doctor had done it himself. Four times to be exact. Curiosity grabbed control of his eyes, slowly panning them up to the cage of grunts who looked noticeably more terrified than they usually did. Had they seen the whole thing go down? His mind continued to wander, finding new questions like how on earth the hacker had managed to keep living and no doubt moving beings down like the log said he did. That is unless he’d spit them up before falling asleep. However that seemed highly unlikely-

“Snooping around Doc’s stuff, are we Hank~?” When Deimos had appeared behind him was beyond the mercenary, though the shock of hearing his voice out of the blue was enough to startle him into quickly powering off 2b’s tablet and whipping around to face the two that now stood across with him with far too smug looks on their faces for his liking.

“Woah there, big guy! We didn’t mean any trouble.” Sanford cooed, the fucking Chad cooed, holding his hands up as if he was under some sort of arrest. “Just wanted to know what you were reading over here is all~.”

“Yeah, exactly. I never expected to find you clicking through Doc’s diary.” Deimos added on nearly flawlessly. Sometimes he really hated how well they worked together. Namely when it was against him. “So, was it a love confession~?”

Hank sighed, glaring at the two through his goggles. He sure fucking hoped they could see the look on his face, despite most of it being covered by bandages and his mask. Because he was not amused and he wanted them to know it.

“No, not a love confession, you morons.” He groaned, shaking his head. Telling them straight off what it said would probably be horrible. At the moment he was still having a few difficulties understanding parts of what he read. Lying just seemed like the best choice overall. It wasn’t like he’d be the only one doing so, after all. It sure seemed like 2b did to them over the mic. Speaking of the man, Hank turned around to take a good look at him. At first glance he seemed like he normally did when he passed out in his chair from overworking himself like this. It was only when Hank took an extra second to look and let the information in his brain guide him did he see the slightly out of place softness around the sleeping hacker’s stomach. Unable to help himself Hank felt his ruined remaining lip quirk up into a small smirk under his mask as he turned around to shove the Dumbass Duo out of the room so 2b could sleep.

“Bunch’a nonsense, is all. Now move. I don’t wanna deal with him if you idiots wake him up and we still have shit to put away.”

[dreamingaboutreid]

Hospital Bed Confessions: Chapter 6

*Continuation*

It had been 2 months since you had joined. It was just you and Spencer in the office late at night, which seemed quite normal for the both of you.

Spencer had grown to appreciate that he was never the last to leave or the first to come in.

In fact, you would arrive earlier than he did. He was always curious to what time you really came in, or if you were pulling an all-nighter every day. He would always see you in your office when he came in, and by the time he had gotten his coffee and came back to his seat, you would be back at your desk right in front of him.

You had insisted that you worked alongside the team out in the pit. You explained that you liked the vibrancy in the pit and felt isolated in the office. He noted that you only went in there to look for cases or when everyone left the office and you stayed back. You soon took the once empty desk that had been luckily placed in front of his desk.

Whenever he stayed late, there was a sense of calm in him knowing that you would be right there, with your lights on and your intense scribbling. Sometimes, he would stay late just to read another book or play a game of chess. And whenever he did, he knew you would ask about what he was reading and bring in the same book the next week to read or join him in a few rounds of speed chess.

Today was a particularly long day after an intense case. Everyone left early, eager to take a shower and reunite with their families or with their beds. But like always, you stayed late to get a head start on other cases. Even Spencer was tired and ready to go home. Despite wanting to stay longer and finish his book, he started to pack up.

“Do you want a ride home?” You said while still looking at a file.

He looked up quickly, quite surprised that you noticed and by the sudden question.

“Oh, I don’t want to impose,” he replied even though he finally had an excuse to spend a bit more time with you.

“It’s no trouble. I was going to head home now anyways,” you said as you stood up to pack as well.

“Besides, I don’t think I’d be able to sleep if I didn’t know you got home safely. It’s a bit dangerous to ride the metro this time of night,” you said.

He smiled, appreciating that you were not only considerate but was worried about him.

“If it’ll make you sleep better than I suppose I’ll take you up on it. Thanks,” he said as you both put on your bags and headed out the door together.

The car ride was comfortable as you and Spencer talked about your favorite bookstores in the area. It didn’t take too long after you joined the team for Spencer to realize that it was always comfortable with you.

“Capitol Hill Books has a better selection, but Solid State definitely has a better atmosphere,” you said.

Spencer nodded in agreement and couldn’t hide his grin.

“Have you ever been to Bridge Street? They’re very selective with the books they sell, and they have a great array of poetry authors too,” he replied.

“No, I’ve never been but I’ll definitely check it out now,” you said.

“I can take you sometime,” he said with a lot more confidence than he thought he could manage.

“I’d like that,” you replied fondly, and Spencer couldn’t help but feel a slight jolt in his stomach. A feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time but was starting to feel familiar with whenever he was around you.

This feeling quickly faded when he caught a glimpse of a picture hanging in a small circle frame on the rearview mirror. It was of you and a man, cheek to cheek, displaying wide smiles.

He didn’t know why the picture caught his attention now. He had been in the car for 15 minutes, but he was so engrossed in the conversation that his acute observational skills were momentarily hampered while he was talking to you.

You seemed catch his eyes staring at the dangling picture.

“His name is Terry,” you said, somehow telepathically answering the question he had asked in his head.

He simply nodded at this new information, not sure how to ask if Terry was your boyfriend.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Or at least, he’s not my boyfriend anymore,” you replied, again reading his mind.

He wasn’t exactly satisfied with the answer. He shouldn’t have been surprised that you have, or had, a boyfriend. You were beautifully smart and physically beautiful. Even without his 187 IQ, he’d know that any guy would be lucky to have you has their girlfriend.

“He was my first boyfriend. We met in high school and were together until our second year in college,” you said.

“Why did you guys break up?” he asked, questioning why his picture was still in your car despite not being together anymore.

“Well, we went to different colleges, so we were long-distance for a while. One day during winter break, he was coming back home to meet me. On his way there, he was hit by a drunk driver and his car skid across ice on the road. He passed away on impact,” you said quietly.

“There’s always a part of me that feels guilty thinking that he died because of me. If only he wasn’t visiting me that day or we decided to meet another time, maybe he wouldn’t have been in the accident. Anyways, I never got around to taking the picture down, and it’s kind of become a reminder that keeps him in my memories and to always stay safe behind the wheels,” you finished.

No matter how fast his brain was moving,

“Oh,” was all he could answer.

Your sudden revelation caught him by surprise. Not by your past, but how much alike you two were.

You had talked to Spencer quite a lot over the past 2 months, but you had never disclosed much about yourself.

Sure, he knew how you took your coffee or what your favorite book genre was, but you seemed to veer away from topics talking about your time in high school or college or the military. He had always just assumed that you were like him, where you felt out of place growing up and finally found your spot in the FBI.

But, at that moment, he realized exactly how much you were alike to him. You had both lost someone you loved.

Not wanting you to feel exposed after sharing something so private and also feeling safe to share his own personal story, he finally said,

“Me too.”

You looked, for a quick second, at him as if to encourage him to continue talking.

“I mean, I didn’t lose a boyfriend. I lost my girlfriend. Her name was Maeve,” he said.

And he told you everything, not forgetting any details. How he first met her as a geneticist. How they had weekly calls on the pay phone. How he felt to almost meeting her for the first time and then actually meeting her to only lose her on the same day. How he dealt with her death and how he’s been handling it ever since.

It was the first time where he could get everything off his chest and didn’t feel guilty about it.

By the time he had finished his story, you had already parked in front of his apartment building.

“Thanks for listening to all of that,” Spencer said.

“Thanks for telling me. And thanks for listening to me too,” you said.

There was a feeling of consolation and intimacy he couldn’t quite describe into words.

“Does it ever get easier?” he asked.

“ ‘What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us’,” you quoted.

Like always, it seemed like you knew exactly what to say.

“Helen Keller,” Spencer replied softly.

In that moment, he didn’t know what came over him, but it only felt right to lean over and give you a hug. You quickly reciprocated his embrace and tightened your arms around him.

After the affectionate gesture, he collected his bag and stepped out of the car.

You gave a smile and wave as you rode away from his apartment building.

He walked into his home, feeling a bit lighter and a bit brighter. As if your radiance rubbed off on him.

[hawks-supremacy]

Mall Food

a/n: I didn't proof read it. Sorry if there's errors, I reread as I'm writing and try to catch any as I go.

warnings: Swearing I think that's it

word count: 2k

Masterlist

It was the weekend that the Seijoh team was supposed to come down for their practice match against Inarizaki and you were currently sitting in the gym at 7 am on a Saturday. If it were up to you, you’d still be asleep in a warm bed. Instead Shinsuke had woken you up at 6:15 so you could get ready to be to the school on time. The Seijoh team had gotten to town late last night but wouldn’t be arriving at the practice match until 9. Sitting on the bench after you had finished the tasks assigned to you, you had begun to text the group chat saying the boys were lucky they got to sleep in even if it was only for an hour and a half.

After texting them you heard someone sit down on the bench next to you. Putting your phone down you looked over to see Osamu laying down on the bench with his eyes already closed. You looked down at him and poked his face a few times until he opened his eyes to look back up at you, “Whaddya want Y/n?” You shrugged in response and moved so your legs were on either side of the bench facing the direction he was laying. You started to run your fingers through his hair before laughing to yourself, “What?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just wasn't expecting your hair to be this soft. I thought it’d be fried with the constant lightening and toning.” He rolled his eyes at your reply and closed his eyes enjoying the feeling of your fingers against his scalp. You sat like this just enjoying each other's company in a comfortable silence until Atsumu and Suna came to sit on the floor next to you both. It was early enough to where Atsumu barely even talked, save for a few sentences here and there.

After 30 minutes of everyone trying to get in a little bit of extra sleep you heard Shinsuke and the Coach greeting people. Looking up from Osamu’s hair that you attempted to braid you saw the Seijoh boys. After they were done talking and the Coaches walked off to discuss the practice match you got up from the bench and ran over to greet your old friends.

You jumped on Hajime’s back since he was closest and turned away from you, “I missed you guys so much!” You yelled as Iwa was trying to keep from falling over due to your sudden weight. “Y/n, please get off of me.” You climbed off of Iwa like he had asked and went to his side where he pulled you in for a side hug kissing the top of your head briefly, “Missed you too kid.” You smiled as you shoved him away, “I am one year younger than you quit calling me kid old man.”

“Well where’s my greeting.” Toru said with his hands on his hips and pout on his lips. You shook your head and gave him a hug while he grumbled about Hajime being your favorite. Turning you pulled Maki and Mattsun into a group hug. While catching up with your old friends, unbeknownst to you, your new group of friends had been watching your interactions.

“Yeah so I’m pretty sure they’re dating the one that kissed them on the head.” Atsumu stated with crossed arms. Suna sighed not moving from his spot on the floor whereas Atsumu had stood when you left. Osamu sat up rubbing his eyes, still tired, “Quit assuming things until they tell us specifically.” Atsumu huffed and sat back down on the bench, arms still crossed, “Fine but don’t come crying to me when I’m right.”

“Shut up Atsumu, behave yourself. They’re comin’ over here.” Osamu said as you walked over with the Seijoh four in tow. “Hey guys! I wanted to introduce you guys.” You motioned for the boys to stand up so you could properly introduce them to each other. To be honest you were worried about them meeting each other. It could either go perfect or it could end with the fire marshall being called and the practice match being cancelled. You hoped it went well so you all could go to the mall when there was free time today.

“Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, this is Atsumu, Osamu, and Suna.” You pointed and gestured to each person as you were naming them and they all gave the same lame wave except for Atsumu and Oikawa who glared at the opposite group. Seeing Shinsuke waving you over, you dismissed yourself to go talk to him.

“Quit glaring,” Iwa said, hitting Toru over the head. He let out a hiss of pain and turned away from the other group while rubbing his head. “No need to hit me.” He mumbled crossing his arms, now pouting. “Boohoo suck it up.” Iwa said, “Hey so which one of you met Y/n this summer?”

Osamu turned to Iwaizumi after scolding Atsumu for glaring at your friends, “That would be me, I went ta the same culinary camp as ‘em.” Iwa elbowed Toru as he mumbled something about a dumb accent. “Culinary camp? You never went to a culinary camp ya liar.” Atsumu said faceing Osamu. “Ya I did. I went to it the same time you did yer volleyball camp dumbass.” Everyone watched as Osamu and Atsumu continued to argue. Shortly after you walked back over to gather everyone, “Come one guys you’re supposed to start warming up.” Nodding everyone went to their respective sides of the gyms to do their warm ups that the coaches had set for them.

The practice match ended with Inarizaki winning the first and last set and Seijoh winning the second set. They ended up playing a rematch where Seijoh won. You started to clean up and put everything away while the boys showered and changed. After cleaning up and discussing what things could be improved on and what the team will work on next practice you all headed out for the day. Seijoh wasn’t leaving until tomorrow so the coach gave them the rest of the day to do touristy things and look around if they wanted, they just had to be back at the hotel at 9.

“Why are we going to the mall anyway?” Mattsun asked, walking in the back of the group with Maki. You turned around walking backwards as you replied, “Because the mall has everything. You’re hungry? Food court. You need a new sweater? Clothing store. Want to play games? Arcade. C’mon Mattsun, use your head.” As you were turning back around you tripped over your own ankle, Iwaizumi catching you before you could hit the ground, “Thanks Haji.” Behind you Atsumu gave Suna and Osamu a knowing look before Suna rolled his eyes and smacked Atsumu in the arm telling him to cut it out.

Everyone was hungry at the moment so you headed towards the food court after entering the mall. After picking where each person wanted to eat you met up at the table with your trays of food. Finishing up your food and throwing away the scraps and setting the tray down you asked where everyone wanted to go. You first went to a book and music store where Maki bought some new cds. Then you headed to a clothing store where almost everyone got a sweater or t-shirt. Lastly you headed to the sports store, you had figured you’d end up here at the end of the day.

“Hey, what do you think of this cross-body bag?” Toru asked, sporting a neon green bag with orange accents. You grimianced, “Fashion really isn’t your thing Toru.” He scoffed saying he

liked it and went to look at the Volleyballs they had. You walked over to Osamu who was looking at the tennis rackets, “You gonna take up tennis?” He hummed in a questioning tone and looked at you, “Oh. No, I’m just kinda wandering at this point. Nothing I really need in here.” You nodded, “Yeah I’m pretty much the same, nothing’s really catching my eye unless I wanna shop for early christmas gifts.”

After 30 minutes of wandering around the store and buying nothing the guys decided they needed to head back to the hotel. As you were exiting the store the security alarms started to go off before an employee told everyone they needed to get back in the store. You looked around confused before the employee started accusing you all of stealing. Sure a few of you looked like degenerates but none of you actually were. You glanced at everyone before stopping at Toru, “God damnit Toru, you’re still wearing that god awful bag.” He looked over at you after you called his name, “Huh? Oh I didn’t even realize it. I wasn’t stealing.”

The employee scoffed, “Then what do you call it? Borrowing?” Scrunching his eyebrows Toru took off the bag, “No I call it an accident.” Ripping the bag out of his hands the employee scowled, “Don’t get an attitude with me young man.” You furrowed your eyebrows taking a step towards Toru and the employee, “He didn’t have an attitude if anyone has one it’s you. Come on dude it was an accident. Who would willingly steal that ugly ass bag?”

The grouchy employee raised his eyebrows, “You all have an attitude? Let’s see where that attitude gets you in the mall holding cells.” After that he called mall security where you were all escorted to the back of the mall where the holding cell was for people who intentionally stole. You honestly thought it was absurd that you were in here. Even more absurd that you only got one call for all of you combined. After weighing the options you decided the best bet was Atsumu and Osamu’s parents. The boys didn’t want to call the coach otherwise they would’ve gotten in trouble and you didn’t want to call your grandma because she was probably sleeping anyway.

As you all sat there waiting for their parents to get here you looked at Toru, “I can’t believe you got us into this situation again.” He threw his hands up in defense, “It’s not like I did it on purpose. If anything it’s your mouth that got us in here.” Crossing your arms you looked out the cell, “Yah well maybe if the manager wasn’t a dick I wouldn’t have needed to say anything. He was totally out of line.” Everyone nodded and sat in silence.

A few minutes later the twins’ mom arrived with the security guard. “Seriously Atsumu and Osamu, what did you do this time?” She questioned folding her arms. “They didn’t do anything ma’am, it was my fault I’m sorry.” She sighed and looked at the twins, “Is this them?” You whipped your heads to look at the twins in confusion as they nodded, “You can explain what happened over lunch tomorrow, how about that?” She asked, as she ushered everyone out of the mall. “Yeah that sounds great, thanks Miya-san.”

Walking out of the mall Atsumu and Suna got into the car with the twins’ mom while you and Osamu talked briefly, “So much for not meeting your mom in a holding cell.” You mumbled looking at your feet. Osamu laughed before giving you a quick hug, “See you tomorrow I guess.” You nodded as you hugged him back, “Yeah see you tomorrow.” As he got in the car you turned to the Seijoh boys to walk back to their hotel before Shinsuke picked you up, “That was weird right? Like what happened? Her knowing who I am and then randomly inviting me to dinner after I said it was my fault? Or am I crazy?” You asked the boys. “No, that was weird, but you’re definitely still crazy.” You shoved Toru running away before he could shove you back. He chased you the whole way to the hotel with Hajime yelling at you both to cut it out.

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