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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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The Rules of Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (Sparrow) Characters: Pilot!reader (Sparrow), Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Javy “Coyote” Malachi, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson (breifly mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of smut, illusions to sex, not as graphic as it could be, the rules are like a voice over to the scenes, no one knew what was going on, everyone made a bet when they noticed a change, Bob was the only one to say reader and jake got together, penny making a joke about the dagger squad being his children, reader and cyclone don’t see eye to eye (implied), never bet with the dagger squad

Word Count: 4,321

A/N: A little background on Jake talking to Bob about being his back seater. The reader was originally Jake’s after she finished her practice round (as punishment, for both of them). Then Cyclone called in the only one he felt would be the man for the job, Bob.

- Reader’s unmentioned call sign in Sparrow hence Jake’s Wings nickname

- Javy jokingly told Jake to ask reader about a fwb situation but never thought he’d actually do it

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You never thought you'd ever be asked something as insane as he just did. "I'm sorry, what?"

He throws his head back and takes another shot. "You're acting like no one's asked you this before, Wings."

You clench your jaw, annoyance filling you once more. "I'm not doing this with you." You scoot your chair back.

"I'm sorry."

You pause, "you're sorry?"

"I," he sighs. "I told Coyote this was a stupid idea."

"What was that?" You ask, curious as to what he mumbled.

"Would it be so bad to sleep with me?"

"Yeah. I don't want to catch anything," you say with a snarky smile.

He doesn't find it as funny. "You know that's not true."

"Is it though?"

"Just because I may sleep with a few different women when we're off, doesn't mean I'm not careful."

"Yeah," you reach for his drink, taking it for yourself. "I'll believe it when I see it."

"Do you want to do this or not?"

"Why me?"

"What?"

"Why did Coyote suggest you ask me? No, better question, why did you agree to ask me?"

He's quiet.

"I mean, did you think I'd be easy or something?"

He realizes just how badly this has already begun and he needs to stop it before it gets worse. "I've got to stop you right there because that's not- that isn't,” he sighs.

“How about we start with, why you want to “fraternize” with coworkers?”

He shrugs.

You raise a brow before the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Do you like me, Hangman? You wanna see me in a whole new light, perhaps.”

He shakes his head, letting out a huffing chuckle. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this.”

“Oh, I am. I see it now. You want to sleep with me because... you’re desperate, none of your usual hookers are available and you’re stressed.”

"Okay, they're not hookers. They were... nice women who-"

"In other words, they were horny."

He huffs, "you gonna let me talk or not?"

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat.

"I think it'd be beneficial for us to do this kind of thing. Like you said, I'm stressed, and I know you are too. This line of work isn't the easiest."

You gasp, "you're joking. I thought it was so easy."

"See, that- that attitude right there I would love to-"

You pause, licking your teeth. "You've thought about this before. You're a dirty, dirty man."

"Hey now-"

You shrug, "I don't blame you. I've overheard girls talking about you. Really makes a girl think."

"So?"

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to establish some boundaries... or rules, I should say."

"So- so we're doing this?" He was not expecting it to be this easy.

You nod, "you make a valid point and I need something to help me take care of my stress."

"I think I'm going to need another shot."

"Go order us another round while I think of some rules."

He doesn't need to be told twice as he walks towards the bar, easily calling Penny over.

You shake your head before grabbing a napkin and jotting a couple of things down.

Jake doesn't pay attention to any of the few women practically throwing these onto him.

It surprises Pete and Penny when they see him, shrug these ladies off and away from him... until he walks back towards you with a smile on his face.

Penny glances over at her boyfriend with a raised brow. "That's not going to end well."

"Maybe."

"You're really trying to argue with me."

"No."

"You are."

"I- no."

"Go take these to your kids."

"They're not mine."

"They might as well be."

“What are you writing there, Wings?”

You glance up at him, moving your arm to hide what you’ve written. “Not much, just... jotting down a couple of things.”

He sets your usual order to the side, (unknowingly, he subconsciously) wants all your attention he can get.

“A few rules, mainly. We can add more once we, you know, start this.”

“You sound so excited.”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude. You know we should have some rules, even if one of us doesn’t always want to follow them.”

“Oh, now you want to bring up our past. Well, what about the time when-”

You push yourself off the stool and cover his mouth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. God you’re a child, licking my hand, really?”

He shrugs.

“I’m going to remove my hand. I want to hear nothing from you, you jerk.”

He nods.

“These are a few basic things I felt were necessary to get out there.”

“Makes sense to me.”

Rule #1: No discussing the deal with those who aren’t either of the pertaining parties

“So, you’re looking exceptionally glowy this morning.”

You shake your head, not giving into what your most trusted pilot friend (only female friend) and ally’s comment. “Glowy?” You ask, sitting on the bench as you tie your shoes.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t even pretend like you don’t. You’re not a very good liar.”

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’

“Okay.” You grab your bag and head out for the day.

“Is it that guy you told me about the other day?”

“Which one? I’ve been a little... out there lately.”

She doesn’t raise a brow, knowing you’re testing the waters, trying to find someone who’s benefits worthy before trying to settle down.

“What guy?” You sigh and turn around to find the devil.

“Bagman,” Natasha groans before yanking you with her. “We’re leaving. Go bother someone else. I want to enjoy the rest of my Thursday.”

“Too bad. I hear gossip and what is a guy supposed to do, other than listen and enjoy of course.”

Javy walks up behind the blond. “Have you seen him since?”

You turn to narrow your eyes at the two of them, praying to all and any god listening, to make sure neither of them talk about this.

Jake’s smirk only widens.

You regret starting this with him.

“Was he any good?”

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

She grimaces, “why would you want to know that Bagman? You not getting enough of your own, you need to ask others for their night out, so you have something to get off too?”

He’s quick to react, “what no! What’s wrong with you?!”

“Me?! You’re the one asking if the guy she slept with was any good and you’re getting pissed as me?”

He struggles to give a well-timed response and the two of you walk away.

Once you’re in her car and buckled in, you text the idiot.

SparrowBird

“If you plan on breaking rule 1, let me know so I can figure out where to bury my embarrassed body” 3:22p Sent Read

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

“It wasn’t my fault, Wings” 3:26pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read

WannabeCowboy

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“We’re not in a relationship” 3:30pm Sent Read

You feel bad about texting him about your non-existent relationship for some reason? Maybe you don’t want to make him sad thinking about it.

WannabeCowboy

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read

SparrowBird

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read

“I don’t want anyone to ask questions. You know how nosey everyone can get” 3:39pm Sent Read

It’s true, everyone from your group is too damn nosey but it’s not why you told him they can’t know.

WannabeCowboy typing…

Rule #2: No sleeping with other people (that includes dating)

“Sorry, darlin’ but I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He easily turns her down, something he hasn’t done... ever.

“What? Why not?” She leans in closer as if that would persuade him into changing his mind. “Am I not pretty enough?”

“Oh no, you are. I just- uh- I’m too busy.”

“I saw the girl you came in with. She’s the one you always talk about, right?”

He says nothing.

“She’s the one you always come to me about. She’s the reason you’re always so stressed, remember?” She tugs at the collar of his shirt.

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him.

She pouts. “Is she finally giving you some attention or something?”

He nods, “or something. So, even though you were, I say again, great. I can’t. I have to get back before she comes over, searching for me. I think I’ve let her drink melt enough tonight.”

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.”

He smirks as he turns around, walking away. He’s never felt this much satisfaction rejecting a girl before. ‘Is this why you did?’ He reaches beside you to give you your drink.

“Here you go, Wings.”

“Must you continue with that god awful nickname?” You ask, silently hoping he doesn’t stop. It’s special.

“It’s my humanly duty.”

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “see I don’t think it is, in your mind maybe.”

He takes a sip of his drink. “Who was that guy that swooped in, not even a minute after I left to go to the bar?”

“No one important.”

“You sure? It looked like he was trying to do more than talk to you.”

“He was, which is why I turned him down.” You avoid eye contact and take big gulps of your drink, staring out the window watching the sunset and the ocean waves crashing.

Jake takes this opportunity to stare at you, wondering how someone like yourself would ever want to be in a “friend” with benefits situation with him.

He can’t lie and say he’s not happy that you agreed to it, because he is. Oh, he is.

But there’s another thought that comes to mind.

You could easily find someone else to relieve your stress, he knows you can so why change that now?

You look down at your phone when it vibrates against the table. You open it and find a text from that one guy you went to the bar with months ago.

BarGuy

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read

You glance up, checking to see where Jake’s attention is.

He’s chatting with Javy, who must’ve come when you were too into your thoughts.

SparrowBird

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll be back in town for a while. Sorry” 7:45pm Sent Read

After that you decide to turn off your phone, making a mental note to delete his number.

He was a genuinely nice guy but the more you... hangout with Jake, the more you get to know him.

“You two down for a round of pool?”

You chuckle, “if you mean, are you two ready to get your asses handed to you by a woman. Let’s play, Coyote.”

Javy eyes follow you as you walk towards the pool tables. “That’s the girl you want?”

Jake’s offended. “What does that mean?”

“She’s scary.”

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?”

“She’s got that crazy look in her eye. I think she plans on killing me.”

“Now, who’s dramatic?”

He pats his buddy’s shoulder before walking away. “Still you, man.”

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

One minute you’re in the air, the next you’re being berated for not doing what you felt was unnecessary and going against orders.

You were so annoyed and then as soon as you stepped through the locker room door, you knew what was going to happen tonight. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “I thought you might want a little… company tonight. I know, it was intense today.”

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway, Jake on your tail. “I’m not talking about this with you.”

“You don’t have to talk, Wings. I mean, you’re already going to be a mess underneath me for the first part-”

You grab the collar of his flight suit and slam his back into the nearest wall.

He barely flinches.

You lean in, “could you have said that any louder?”

There’s that stupid smirk again.

“I can scream it if you want me to?”

You let him go and stomp down the hallway, heading back to your place.

Bob swerves around the corner, catching your body exiting the door before it closes. He glances between the door and an unkempt Jake.

The smirk falls from his face when he notices Bob. “What are you looking at Baby on Board?”

He shakes his head, “nothing. You ready to go in the air?”

“As if you need to ask.”

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked.

Jake wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Let me give you a few pointers on being my back seater.”

“I’d rather not.”

“Too bad.”

He called you as soon as he left, teasing you… in a non-Jake way. “I got your favorite.”

You furrow your brows and not because the characters on the tv show you’re watching are doing some interesting things for a comedy show. “My favorites?”

“Yep. Favorite dinner, drink, and desert plus some whip cream which could be used later.”

“You’re just trying to persuade your way into my pants.”

“I’ve already been there but I’d like to visit again.”

“God, you’re annoying.”

“Which makes the sex better.”

You roll your eyes. “Are you almost here?”

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.”

‘That’s a new one,’ you think.

After dinner you two sit down and finish the season of your most recent binge.

You don’t remember who started it, but you wound up in your bedroom and you pulled away from him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, this- this is good, but it’d be even better if I knew you had protection.”

“Protection?”

You blink once. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously this dumb.”

He looks offended but you don’t focus on that and continue talking.

“I’m not talking about protection to save us from a bear attack, Seresin. I’m talking about the more important protection, you know, like a condom. We’ve been over this before.”

The corner of his mouth curls. “What’s got you in such a mood?”

“As if you don’t know?” You’re tired of the games he’s been playing with you since earlier this morning, at work no less.

Your annoyance rises as you think about how easily he teases you in front of everyone, almost like he wants them to find out. But this is the only thing you’ve been looking forward to since your “talk” with Vice Admiral Cyclone.

You get tired of trying to unbutton his shirt and rip it off.

“You got something or not?”

He glances between you and his, now destroyed, shirt. “I do.”

“Good, I have some of my own so we’re both fine.” He pulls off the rest of his shirt before reaching down for your own, pulling it up to your chest. He leans down, kissing along your neck before moving down to, as you say (the next morning), attack you.

“I don’t need you to take your time.” You grab him by his neck, holding so you’re a mere few inches apart, “it’s sweet but I need you and I need you now.”

“I like what you’re telling me to sweetheart.”

There it is again.

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back.

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels so good… and you don’t want him to know. Jake has a big enough ego; he doesn’t need anything else to expand that.

He knows it’s good, that he’s good; he’s holding back so he doesn’t let go too early. He wants to make this last, unlike the other times you’ve been together or any other woman he’s been with.

Your grip tightens on the sheets, trying your best to not lift your hands and scratch him.

God knows there doesn’t need to be anymore “talk” in the locker rooms. No marks, no more talks; it’s as simple as that.

He doesn’t try to slow down or stop (when does he). His pace is relentless.

You shiver when his lips move up against your neck, you don’t mind it though even if both of you agreed to this being a rule.

Maybe you’re getting soft or maybe you’re giving in to the feelings you’ve been denying for so long. You can’t think too much into it as your body is moved closer to him, your hands slip onto his biceps.

He lifts your lower half higher so you’re resting on his lap and begins nipping at your jawline.

Your nails slowly dig into the skin of his biceps, he doesn’t mind.

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth.

You let out a shuddered breath, stomach twitching at the sensation in your lower body and his intimate gesture.

He lifts his head off you, studying your expression, wanting to see how close you are. He can’t help it and leans down, capturing your lips with his.

You’re quick to fall into a rhythm with him.

You know there’s no turning back, you’ve gone too far, you’re in too deep.

No matter how many rules you two made, it was doomed from the start.

There was always something between the two of you no matter how much you tried to deny it.

Rule #5 No falling for each other

“Would it kill you stop looking at your phone like that?”

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?”

His friend clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been staring at your phone over the last few minutes.”

“And?”

“You look like a sad puppy whenever you check the notifications and find that she hasn’t responded.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You do. Next time you do, I’ll take a photo.”

“Coyote-”

The man shakes his head. “Nope, don’t even try. You won’t win.”

He rolls his eyes. “I hate you sometimes.”

“No, you don’t.”

This gets the blonds mind thinking.

Could he really be becoming a different person because he has actual feeling you? Is that why he gets, well like this, now?

He shakes his head, he couldn’t have feelings for you, right?

Javy turns around to find his friend gone, he purses his lips because he knows the main reason why Jake left but did, he really have to leave him on his own?

They drove to the bar together and he needs a wingman tonight.

You open the door, “hi.”

“Hey.”

“What made you come over? I thought you had plans with your boyfriend tonight?”

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling.

“Okay, you usually laugh when I joke about Coyote, what happened? Are you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Missed you is what he truly wants to say. “I was a little stressed after this afternoon.”

You nod your head, “I kind of figured you would be. It wasn’t easy today.”

And then you two wound up in your bedroom.

He stares at you, like he did earlier when you walked through the door at base this morning but… something’s changed since then.

Have you always looked this serene even while his hips snap against yours over and over again?

How did he not realize that you're the one he wants to go out with and take on the most magical and memorable dates?

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time?

He begs you to open your eyes, but you don't hear him. "Sweetheart," he takes a deep breath, not wanting to let you know how good he's feeling (now that he knows what he feels for you) because if he does, he'll moan.

"Open your eyes. I need to see you... fall apart for me,” he adds in normal Jake fashion. “Do it for me,” and then he says something he’s never done before and calls you by your first name.

You struggle to open your eyes and bite your bottom lip, close to sucking it in so a witty comeback doesn’t escape you and ruin the mood.

"There she is," he smiles, leaning in. His eyes trail over your face, memorizing every blemish spot, acne scarring, and anything else you may see as an imperfection that he's going to forever classify as absolutely beautiful.

The look in his eyes is much different than previous times. It's like, he's seeing you for the first time.

You can feel the change coursing through your body (and not just because he's slowing his pace, wanting to draw this out).

He hovers over you for a minute and then leans in closer to your face, his eyes travel over every part of it he can. He's trying to see if it's okay for him to do this and finds no objections, dare he say, you're even leaning up and meeting him halfway.

Neither of you can think about how you're breaking rule number four and five, as you kiss him until you can't anymore.

You two barely part, breathing the other in as you catch your breath.

It just became more than a friend with benefits situation, and it’s become more complicated than it should have, which led to your blowup.

You lay side by side, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend what happened and what this means.

He turns to his side, watching you, something he’s never done before. “You, okay?”

“Yep.”

“Doesn’t sound like it. Usually there’s a little more heat to you.”

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.”

“Like I’d believe that.”

“Why don’t you just go home?”

His brows knit together in confusion. “Woah. What just happened?”

“What do you mean? I’m just helping you get out of here faster. I mean, you’re already out the door by now. Why take your time tonight?”

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I don’t care how long that takes.”

“Well, I do.” You push yourself out of your bed and throw on the top you were grabbing your underwear and bottoms. “You need to get out.” You turn around and find him sitting up, watching you.

“Okay, I hear, and I will, but can I just ask one thing?”

“What?” You snap at him.

“Why are you trying to throw me out of here so bad?”

“What?”

“I don’t have any other plans tonight; in fact, I ditched Javy so I could come see you.”

“Am I supposed to be grateful?”

“I’m not saying that.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Would you stop trying to push me away?”

“I’m not trying to push anyone away. I think,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I think this was a mistake.”

“What? Our deal?”

You run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do.”

He gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers. “I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, and I don’t care whether you do or not.”

“You care more than you want to admit.”

“Why do you keep saying that? As if- as if there’s more to us than there really is,” you say, voice cracking with emotion.

“Because I know something’s changed. For you and for me.”

You shake your head.

“It’s true,” he reaches for you, hands on either. “I’ll be the first out of the two of us to admit that I broke one of our rules.”

You don't even know how to respond.

"I broke the one rule we created because we already knew we were doomed."

"Which one?"

"One of the important ones, especially with what we do. You remember the conference we had not too long ago about how being in a relationship with your coworker isn't a good idea because of all the drama that can come with it."

It takes you a minute to realize what he's talking about and once you do, you let out a quiet, "oh."

"Yeah, that one. I can't stop thinking about you, you know?"

"Really?"

"Always, never stopped. Even when we supposedly hated each other. You were still there, lingering and that's why I knew it should be you I ask."

"Is that what made you come up with this idea?"

"Not at first. It was kind of Coyote’s idea.”

“He knows?!”

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, no one does... but he and Bob might suspect something’s up.”

“What?!”

“Hey, hey,” he pulls you close. “They’re not going to say anything unless we tell them to. You know Bob and I vouch for Coyote. And they know better than to mess with my girl.”

You pull back, “your girl?”

“I thought we went through this already?”

You pretend to think about it before shaking your head, “nope, pretty sure we didn’t.”

“Alright, fine. Would you do me the honor of being the one I get to call mine?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play this.”

“Yeah, whatch’ you going to do about it, stud?”

“Throw you back into that bed and show you.” You smile before launching yourself at him. “Take me away... or go home.”

He moves his hands from your thighs and slides them closer to your behind. “I’m starting to think you like my punishments.”

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?”

He smiles, shaking his head and gently sets you down letting you crawl wherever you think you can.

Natasha turns her head, curious as to what she saw from the corner of her eye. “Did you get attacked by a suckerfish?” She asks, with a smirk.

You shake your head, “if only you knew.”

“Damn, Hangman. You wind up in bed with a werewolf?” Reuben asks.

“It was brat night.”

A few of the others start snickering.

You two see each other from afar, he winks, and you smile.

Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha are losing their minds.

No one sees but Javy slides a twenty over to Bob. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

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romancingdaffodils · 1 year ago

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Love Kills

Clampdown

rockstar!remus lupin x reader

PART TGREE OF LOVE KILLS

James wants to kill time. What better way than a trip to ths pub accompanied by a Scottish football game. Remus isn’t seeing you after the incident. You end up sandwiched between him and Sirius. Chaos of the best kind ensues

bet you didn’t expect this come back did you

lots of love from lilac

warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, general lovey dovey ness, slight pining.

“Alright, party people, let’s get going! We have pub munch and a Rangers game waiting for us.” Pete shouted down the bus. You assumed James had told him to phrase it like that.

“Food poisoning and a bar fight impending.” you mumbled under your breath and Marlene heard. She laughed, whole heartedly. You smiled. The blonde rockstar esc girl was the lead singer for The Valkyries and she was unbelievably punk for lack of a better word. It was shocking to you her and Sirius weren’t dating (it became less shocking when you accidentally bumped into her and Dorcas snogging behind the tour bus). She had her hair cut in what could only be described as a spiked mod cut. In theory, it sounds awful, but some how the blonde woman managed to pull it off. She was pretty to the point your eyes threatened to turn green with envy.

“No need to be so down, scruff. ‘s not like we’re eating something Black has cooked.” she purred, smirking over at you. Her arm was lazily slouched over the shoulder of Dorcas, who was fast asleep on Marlene’s chest.

Sprinting out from backstage, you began to pack up the drums. You were desperate for a distraction from what had just happened. James walking in would appear during midnight daydreams filled with embarrassing moments. The anticipation of sweet relief that never came from the sandy haired man was far worse than any you’d felt before. Silently, you prayed you’d get another moment alone with Remus.

Completely oblivious, you waltzed outside holding the neatly packed away drum kit. Just as you were about to pack it away into storage, you saw something in the corner of your eye. A little flicker of hope made you check it wasn’t the one you were so desperate to see. Dropped, your jaw almost hit the floor in surprise. Dorcas, the Valkyrie’s lead guitarist and Marlene were stood unashamedly showing a rather intimate public display of affection. As cute as the couple were, the scene drove you even further into desperation of wanting to know what could’ve been.

“You’re funny.” you commented, giggling to yourself quietly. She gave you a proud smile.

“I know. How come we haven’t met before, you didn’t go to school with us?” she asked, curious eyes ever catlike.

“Didn’t go to school with you. Met Sirius at a concert and, you know now I’m here.”

“Exciting. Yanno James mentioned he walked into you a—“

Mary slapped her arm. You sighed, burying your head into your hands in defeat. “Did he tell everyone?” you asked, meekly. You could literally feel the colour draining from your face and everything seemed to slow down in a disgusting mix of anxiety and embarrassment.

“Just— Um. Not Sirius though, he doesn’t know.” Mary replied, smiling sympathetically. Saying nothing, you recalled your pinky promise with Remus and went on a mission to go find him. Padding off down the bus, you found him led in his bunk, book in hand.

“Alright?” he asked, not looking up from his book.

“Remember how you promised not to let me kill anyone.”

“Yeah?” his eyes flicked up to you and your stomach twisted. His voice turned to sticky honey in your ears and you were even more convinced he should be the frontman in an indie band. Or maybe he should be an actor. Or a model. He just deserved to be plastered on big screens with his voice trickling out of speakers everywhere you went.

“Need you to hold me back the next time I see James.” he snorted.

“He told everyone, then? Sorry. Should’ve known really.” Remus added, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He reached out and grabbed his shoes, tugging them onto his feet. It served as a reminder you still had an entire night of everyone and their mother knowing your personal life. The colour was yet to return to your face and slowly you realised the lanky man wasn’t really looking at you. More he was looking through you. Admittedly, it stung, but you had to pretend it didn’t. Everything seemed tense.

“Yeah. Um, so the pub. What are we going for again?” you asked, desperate to revel in his attention.

“James wanted to kill time.” he replied, looking up at you. Wincing, he stood up with a groan. ‘His knees must be bothering him,’ you thought, peering up at him.

“Alright?” you asked, peering up at him.

“Just my knees, I’ll be fine. You ready then?” he said, scratching the back of his neck. You wondered if he’d let you lazily run your fingernails up and down the skin.

“Sure. Why not.” you confirmed. He gave you a small smile, but still wasn’t really looking at you.

You wanted to kiss every inch of his skin to make him look at you.

When it came to a rare enigma of a person (like Remus Lupin), you found yourself completely pliant at every thought of them. You didn’t need to know them for very long or understand them all that well. You just needed them. Which, undoubtedly, was unhealthy in the grand scheme of things. However, who were you to disregard the thought of such a pretty man being in close contact with you?

You were almost certain you had blown everything because of Remus’s estrangement for the past few hours. Perhaps that small smidgen of intimacy would be all you could get. You’d be awfully upset if that was true. Whispering silent prayers that he’d allow you to bask in his gaze once more, you made your way off the bus with the rest of the - as Pete had called them - party people.

The walk to the pub was short, you’d ended up in a rather deep conversation with Mary about her drums. You decided she was your favourite drummer to exist ever, solely because of how lovely she was. Far nicer than Sirius was to you. You felt a pair of eyes lingering over you and automatically whipped your head round to find who it was. Locking eyes with Remus, you gave a small smile before immediately looking away. His eyes shot away without the smile. Maybe he wasn’t staring at you, you tried to rationalise the tension in your brain. The walk to the pub felt a longer than it should’ve with Remus’s eyes on you. Given it was any other situation, you would’ve been basking in Remus’s gaze. However, due to the tension brewing you found yourself wanting to hide away from it.

Squeezing into the booth, you ended up trapped in between Remus and Sirius. Your thighs were pressed tightly against the others. Remus had a pint, Sirius had some concoction of stolen drinks and vodka and you had a less impressive half drunk cider. You still felt Remus’s eyes on the side of your face. The feeling of your skin being pushed against his jeans was not helping.

“I think, I think that football is dumb! Have you ever watched Rugby? ‘s way better!” Sirius declared. You scrunched up your face and you were almost certain you heard Remus chuckle. In fact, you were completely certain because the sound sent a shiver down your spine.

“Don’t ever say that, ever, again. Okay?” you said, pointing at Sirius. You felt like a teacher scolding a student, but it felt necessary.

“I’m right though.” he whined.

“So, you like watching sweaty men grapple with each other?” you said, obviously sarcastically.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Remus laughed at this exchange, wholeheartedly. He had started laughing at your sarcasm and your stomach twisted at the thought of making him chuckle. Sirius rolled his eyes and turned away, starting a conversation with Marlene and Dorcas.

“Hi.” you whispered, to Remus as you peered up at him. He tilted his head.

“Hi. You alright?” he whispered in response. His hand twitched slightly as he picked up his glass. You wouldn’t have noticed if it were anyone else, but it was Remus.

“Mhmm!” you peered over at the rest of the table and frowned slightly. “How do they do it?”

“Do what, love?” he asked, the pet name slipping out. He mentally scolded himself, but stopped when he saw the blush spread across your face. The slight curl upwards in the corners of your mouth told him he’d misread the situation. See, Remus Lupin was insecure, especially in relationships. He was certain the whole ordeal with James would’ve put you off for life and that you hated him. But, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you. He would’ve much rather suffered the whole tour staring longingly at someone than try and chase after you after being walked in on due to his consistent self doubt. A moment of tipsy clarity made him realise he was completely and utterly stupid.

“Talk, so easily. And, all the time. They just, always know what to say. I’m jealous really.” you explained, thankful you didn’t stutter of your words.

“Honestly? We were popular at school, it just comes with the territory really. Me less so, I’m still working it out.” he replied, looking down at you. You nodded your head in understanding. You wanted to shrink him down to the size of a mouse and keep him in your pocket at all times.

Somehow, being sat next to Remus had managed to drown out the sound of the football for an extended period of time. However, it wasn’t long before Rangers were getting chances and it was starting to get a little too overwhelming. He seemed to notice. “Wanna go for a smoke?” he asked, offering out his hand as he stood. You’d never moved so fast before. Nodding your head, you took his hand and stood up. He walked, fast. Big strides, you supposed. It never occurred to you that he was moving fast because he was oh so desperate to be alone with you.

You hummed as you leant against the wall, exhaling a mouthful of smoke. You then handed the cigarette back to Remus, who was staring at you like you were the only girl in the world.

‘Christ,’ he thought ‘this’ll kill me.’

Your eyes landed on Remus and you grinned at him. He smiled back before putting out the cigarette. You pressed your face against the cool bricks of the building; the fresh air was relieving you of the stickiness of the pub.

“That comfy?” he asked, chuckling slightly as he looked at you.

“Rem?” you inhale, sharply. You need to ask him. You tell yourself, you have to.

“Yeah?”

“Why haven’t you looked at me since James walked in on, whatever that was?” you asked, mumbling slightly, “If you don’t like me, that’s fine I suppose but, I’d just like you to tell m-“

“ ‘Course I fucking like you, don’t be stupid. I was scared, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to embarrass you. In all honesty, I was certain it would put you off me. I’m pretty sure you’re the only person here I can handle being around for a good month straight.”

You giggled, quietly. Looking up at him, you saw something in his eyes. You couldn’t pin point it, but whatever it was made you feel admired. “Alright. I believe you.”

“Good.” he said, quite plainly. He said your name. You peered up at him. He’d moved. He was stood directly in front of you. You tensed, praying it wouldn’t be a replay of the intense anticipation from yesterday.

“Looks like the cut is healing up nice.” your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke. He smiled slightly, taking another step towards you. Your back was pressed firmly against the wall.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm!”

“Let me say thanks for cleaning me up?”

“Mhm!” your voice cracked part way through your squeal of approval. He giggled and you felt his breath fan against your face. You had your eyes screwed shut.

“Look at me.” he said. Your eyes opened immediately. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

You stayed silent, staring up at him wide eyed.

“Everything anyone could ever want. Everything I could ever want. You’ve got no need to be jealous of those lot. You’re at least a hundred times better.” he mumbled. One of his hands drifted down to your waist, delicately squeezing at the fat there. The other cupped the side of your cheek, forcing you to look up at him.

Cheers erupted from the pub. You couldn’t help yourself.

“I think someone scored.” you whispered.

“Yeah? Or maybe they’re cheering us on.” Remus said before colliding his lips with your own. He tasted of beer, which normally would be repulsive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because it was Remus. It was dreamy eyed, pillowy lipped and pretty faced Remus Lupin and you were kissing him. Your Hands latched onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life. It may have looked like you were attempting to push him away, but in reality you were making sure this was real. That you weren’t caught up in a daydream.

Remus thought you were everything. Really. The whole package. You tried your best in everything, apart from dealing with Sirius, and he thought it was so unbelievably attractive. He wanted you to consume him inside and out. You’d already done so to his thoughts. Your lips felt like silk against his own. Remus Lupin had kissed many people. He didn’t think any kisses previously shared lived up to you. Perhaps it was the build up of tension or maybe it was the close proximity the bus forced onto the two of you. Whatever it was, neither of you couldn’t care less.

He pulled away. He breathed. You felt his exhale fan across your face. It forced you into laughter. Tucking your head into his chest, you wondered if this moment could last forever.

“Okay?” he asked, delicately running his fingers through your hair. You nodded. He hummed. You shivered. “Cold?”

“Yeah.” you admitted. He slips off his jacket. His pretty leather jacket that you assume he was coerced into buying by Sirius. You were glad, actually, because he looked completely and utterly gorgeous in it. You tugged on the jacket, after he handed it to you. “Thank you.” you mumble, peering up at him. You’d already pulled away from his chest, but you wished you hadn’t. It was comfortable and sweet. You wanted to go home with him. Unfortunately, Glasgow isn’t quite home. “Can we go back?” you asked.

“Back to the bus?”

“Yeah.”

“ ‘Course we can, dove.” he smirked, lopsidedly. Your face flushed. He chuckled quietly, interlinking his hand with your own as you walked. You couldn’t seem to keep your mouth shut for the duration of the walk. Remus hummed, nodded, asked questions and laughed as you rambled. You didn’t think it got better than this. You finished your final sentence about music and grinned up at Remus. He smiled back.

“After the tour, let me take you out, yeah? Somewhere nice, and preferably not in the murder capital of Europe.” he said, smile still on his face. It wasn’t often Remus asked a question spontaneously. His actions were almost always premeditated. However, it was you. He just couldn’t help himself.

“I’d really like that, I think.” you replied. Your eyes crinkled at the corners with how wide you smiled. You bit your tongue; you’d much rather die than let out the squeal of excitement that was brewing.

You had to get through the tour first.

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #rockstar!remus #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #remus x you #marauders band au #punk!sirius #sirius black #james potter #valkyries #the valkyries #the marauders

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cryingatships · 7 months ago

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NorthSonic fic idea-

Everyone in x hunter is all tired after betting in the Epic NorthSonic Get Together bet that went on for a whole year after the events of Pit Babe, started and maintained by Kim who kept tabs on every development and in which everyone participated, including Jeff the self-proclaimed hermit and Babe, who like to stay 10 feet away from messy romantic relationships these days.

(Jeff had his future seeing powers wiped away with the magic serum shortly after the Pit Babe events so Kim allows him to participate. Tho Jeff regrets giving up his powers slightly after seeing the wagers involved.)

But it leads to nothing for literal months.

Kim is so, so close to giving up his detailed spreadsheets with times and dates and locations of where North and Sonic were seen together and everyone in the team is quite close to assuming that the alpha and omega were just v v good friends who sometimes liked to cuddle and nuzzle and share their bed and nest with e/o. It happens. They have seen weirder things. Like Way getting knocked up with Pete's child and marrying the man in the course of 3 months.

At this time members from other racing team have also joined, some under diff aliases, cause North and Sonic, the chaotic duo, were popular and well-loved in the thai racing scene, and there was no lack of hush-hush gossiping about the relationship status every season.

X hunter secret betting association (secret cause they want to keep it out of Alan's eyes, not knowing that he knows this already and has even placed a bet with an alias in favour of North and Sonic being together. Can't be caught publicly making bets about his team members, he needs be a responsible owner u.u)

Except the spreadsheets fall on North and Sonic's hand (or maybe only one of them) along with the wagers. By now the entire narrative has shifted, and most are betting that North and Sonic are not, and will not, be together ever.

The only people still favouring the duo being together are Alan (under his alias ofc), Kim (he swears he get couple vibes from the two), and Kenta, who is participating solely to support if bf, and a random few names from the other teams.

NorthSonic sees this, and like the gremlins they are, they see this as a lovely opportunity to make a nice, quick buck. Afterall, who told ~80% of the thai racing scene to speculate so shamelessly into other people's love lifes?

They laugh at how delulu people are these days, because in which universe would they fall in love and be together? Their laugh tapers off into silence and they stare at e/o's eyes. They turn a little red, look away, and a few minutes later together arrive at a wonderful idea—they'll place bets and pretend to get together for a month to snag the money.

It all goes well.

They turn out to be very good actors—turning their usual cuddles, back hugs etc a little longer and posting pics of them visiting places together like always, except this time they stand a little closer and put heart emojis and kissing faces when they post and tag e/o.

Then they start occasionally dropping a kiss or two on the other's cheeks, forehead or lips. What's a little kissing between homies, right?

Then they both start bringing each other random gifts and flowers, red roses and perfumes and all that glitz that online magazines will heap praises on them for.

It's nice. Too nice.

They both start realizing that maybe they like the more than a homie. It's slow. But it's there. North and Sonic both feel shy yet can't stop cause BAHTS.

The deadline for the bet arrive and they (along with Kim, Kenta and Alan) have a very, very happy day.

They have a nice dinner at a nice beachside restaurant in Pattaya as an ending celebration for their successful, month-long fake relationship while sipping fancy imported wine.

Then they go to a beachside bar, like they do after every successful race, and get drunk off their asses. They stumble back to the hotel, fall on the large bed of their suite (cause why pay for two suites when you can share one with your homie?)

They make good use of the nice, soft, large hotel bed.

They wake up in the morning and find themselves staring at e/o and smile and decide to not talk about it.

They go back to Bangkok together in one car.

North drives Sonic to his house and go to Alan's himself, where he stumbles into the team-uncle's arms, ignoring Jeff's very concerned glances, and is escorted (more like dragged) to a room by Alan, who then shuts the door after him, telling Jeff to not worry, he can take care of it.

Alan gets a call and leaves the room. Some time passes, during which North completely panics and wonders if his friendship will ever be salvageable, if he can ever look at Sonic as a friend, if he wants to look at Sonic as a friend, would Sonic ever look at him as someone more than a friend, why would Sonic never look at him as someone more than a friend, why is Sonic so pretty, why does Sonic have the prettiest eyes, Why does Sonic look so hot when he's moaning and telling North to fuck him harder, why is Sonic so nice and soft and cute and small for an alpha, would Sonic ever knot him, how would Sonic help him through his heats if he were his boyfriend, why did he never realize how much he loves Sonic, why is he not dating Sonic anymore, why did he not confess when he had the chance, why was he so greedy for money, is not getting to date Sonic the retribution for being so sinfully greedy about Money-

Alan comes back right then as he's spiralling out of control.

He offers North an ibruprofen, a bottle of water, and a long, long hug during which he pats the boy and tells him it will be ok as the omega wets his shirt with tears and snot. (Alan cringes only a little. He's quite used to it by now.)

He gives North a short speech about the importance of communication, and another about birth control and safe sex. North splutters at the later one and mournfully says that it's useless, Uncle should save his breath.

Alan smiles mysteriously and leaves the room.

Fifteen minutes later Sonic is pushed into the room by Alan and the door bangs close, leaving two of them in the room.

(Alan smiles at Jeff's raised eyebrows and says it'll all work out. He was the one who talked Sonic into coming here, he knows his boys and he knows they are finally ready to take their heads off their asses.)

When the door is opened 2 hours later (because Alan can not possibly starve his boys, no matter how much he wants them to talk it out), the couch and the table in the room have already been sullied. The bed would have been next, and also Alan's eyes, but North and Sonic were a little too too tired by then.

Alan is sad for his furniture, but it comes with the two dumbasses in his team finally sorting themselves out and making Alan worry less, so it's a worthy trade. And he also has the money from the bet :)

The rest of the team only knows much, much later, thanks to a slip of tongue from Jeff while talking with Charlie, who tells Babe, and the secret is out.

Kim is very happy and by proxy Kenta is too, but the rest are a little miffed. They get over it soon after seeing how happy North and sonic are.

The secret is never spilled out of the team, however, because even Kim, with his cute korean looks and winning smile can't keep it down if ~70% of the thai racing scene starts yelling at him for unofficial fraud. And also cause he, and NorthSonic really like their profits from the bet.

#northsonic #north x sonic #pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe fanfic #woooo i'm on a roll tonight!!!#but no more wips for me :')#gotta finish that peteway au before I start smt new :')#pain :')#anyway have my silly thoughts!!!#i have no idea how this came to be... but i like it :)

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chickrawker · 2 months ago

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FOB at Riot Fest 9/20/24

I am absolutely too old for festivals but I needed to see a show when FOB was doing their Eras so that's how I ended up at Riot Fest.

Fall Out Boy

Riot Fest at Douglass Park

Chicago IL

9/20/24

Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes

(Snippet as intro)

Take This to Your Grave:

Chicago Is So Two Years Ago

Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy

From Under the Cork Tree:

Sugar, We're Goin Down (with Tim McIlrath)

Dance, Dance

A Little Less Sixteen Candles, a Little More "Touch Me"

Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part to Save the Scene and Stop Going to Shows)

Infinity on High:

This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race

Thriller

Bang the Doldrums

Thnks fr th Mmrs

Folie à Deux:

Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes

I Don't Care

Save Rock and Roll:

The Phoenix

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

American Beauty/American Psycho:

Uma Thurman

The Kids Aren't Alright

M A N I A:

The Last of the Real Ones

Interlude:

Sweet Home Chicago

(Robert Johnson cover) (partial, Patrick solo; on guitar)

What a Catch, Donnie

(partial, Patrick solo; on piano)

So Much (for) Stardust:

So Much (for) Stardust

Love From the Other Side

Fake Out

Finale:

Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet

(Magic 8 Ball song)

I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me

(Magic 8 Ball song)

Centuries

Saturday

I've never had any friends that got into FOB with me; when they came out I was already too old to be going to their shows but I went anyways. So I never really knew about their fan base until these Tourdust shows. The fans are seriously incredible. They do friendship bracelets and have a little project to pass out pink seashells for Fake Out. I even went to Emo Bingo with a bar full of fans, hosted by a FOB podcaster.

ANYWAYS I knew how the set list would go since I've actually streamed some of these shows (again the great fans that do this!) We got some surprises- Tim from Rise Against on Sugar We're Going Down! Patrick doing "Sweet Home Chicago" for the medley was SO GOOD. I love when he flexes his music geek talents. And 2 Magic 8 Ball songs? Yes please.

Both Patrick and Pete commented about being back home in Chicago and feeling really grateful for the fans. It's always nice to see a hometown show, I feel like the emotion is higher for the band. Not like these guys aren't bringing it every night because they are, it's just a very special vibe. Plus fireworks at the end, who doesn't love fireworks?

ThnksFrThMmrs guys!

#fall out boy #falloutboy #fall out boy eras #set list #setlist #riot fest 24

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rachelillustrates · 1 year ago

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OKAY thoughts on the season 2 promo pictures

(other than j e s u s c h r i s t we'regonnadie)

the setting of the picture of Stede making a yuck face is the same as the setting in the picture of Anne (OHMYGODANNE!!!!!), so with the lighting being similar, too, I bet that's the same scene.

(Anne please still have an Irish accent. Please. I know we don't care too much about accents on this show but pleeeeeeeeease.)

I also bet, since his neck is naked there, that that's happening early - and before he finds the crew, since in the picture of him with Black Pete, Roach, etc. under the bridge, he has some very interesting new neckwear.

(it's the silk.)

(it's OBVIOUSLY the silk.)

(they have an opportunity to pull a classic fanficcy moment in CANON and this show is MADE for that so theybetterfuckingdoitistg.)

he is also pre-neckwear in the message-in-a-bottle shot, so that's gotta be early too. And he looks..... conflicted. I think he's sending it.

Ed is too pretty, always. What the fuck.

Many, many curiosities about the vibe of the pic with him and Jackie - obviously it's her bar, but she is damn fancied up, and Ed is wearing.... not the leather. It's denim, with stars on the back. Does he leave the Revenge/Izzy before Stede finds him?

No idea what is happening in the pic where Pete is MAD excited. They are on a ship? Another ship? And I don't think that this is the moment they find the others..... OH. MAYBE THIS IS WHEN THEY FIND LUCIUS IN THE WALLS. AND HE'S ALL GROSS AND GHOSTY CAUSE HE'S BEEN PRETENDING TO HAUNT ED.

I have no thoughts on Susan yet other than YAY and PLEASE ALSO BE QUEER TOO. Show requirement. She looks badass and I am curious about her already.

(Honorable mention - my Wife, considering that no mention of Mary Read has been made yet, suggests/demands Suzie Izzard be cast as Anne's Wife since Minnie and Suzie were so good together in "The Riches." So get on that, Captain David.)

(So very grateful for this good food.)

#ofmd #ofmd s2 #meta #kind of? does this count as meta? sure #fangirling

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aichmiller · 28 days ago

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The Road to Bandalah - Little White Pills (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1489660755-the-road-to-bandalah-little-white-pills?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Aichmiller The Road to Bandalah"The Coopers Arms Hotel" is a rollicking dive into Aussie pub life that kicks off a series of ten stories, following a colourful cast of characters who evolve through each instalment. The story opens with Pete, Oobah, and a group of rowdy friends meeting at their favourite hangout-the rough-and-ready Coopers Arms, affectionately called The Hovel by the locals. The Coopers Arms is far from a classy bar; it's a magnet for all types, from struggling locals to bikers, and the pub scenes come alive with salty humour, Australian slang, and a parade of unpredictable events. Pete, the main character in this story, is someone who loves a challenge. His daredevil side gets the best of him when he takes on a wild running race challenge from an ex-army patron. What starts as a simple bet snowballs into a hilarious, boozy misadventure. The characters in "The Coopers Arms Hotel" are quirky, each with their own distinct personality, and their banter feels genuine and unfiltered. The setting is gritty and realistic, with descriptions that make you feel like you're right there in the dimly lit pub or riding down backroads with the crew. For readers who enjoy humour, a bit of chaos, and a snapshot of a different side of life, this story delivers with authenticity and a sense of fun. The story is just the start of a series, so it's a great introduction to a cast that will no doubt get up to even wilder antics. It's a promising beginning with room for more character depth and wild escapades as the series unfolds. If you enjoy stories that are a bit rough around the edges with memorable characters and unpredictable humour, The Coopers Arms Hotel is worth a read.

#australian #betgonewrong #comedyoferrors #ficition #humor #mateship #newadult #outbackadventure #publife #underdog #wager #books #wattpad #amreading

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fuckyeahdindjarin · 3 years ago

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III ║ Conjecture

Dieter Bravo x f!reader

{ << Part 2: Contrite | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 4: Contingent >> }

Rating: E (18+ only)

Summary: Before Dieter goes away to Sundance Festival for the weekend, he gives you a lift to Pete’s birthday party. What happens in the back of his limo, stays in the back of his limo... or does it?

Warnings: Angst (!), fighting, jealousy, possessiveness, drinking, swearing, dirty talk, phone sex (sorry Pete), fingering, protected sex, car sex, mention of oral sex, soft Dieter 🥺, Dieter smoking/drinking whiskey comes with his own warning, no use of Y/N

Word count: 4300ish

The butt of his cigarette glows red in the dim. Plucking it from his lips, he stubs out the light in an ashtray, his eyes never leaving yours.

He licks his lips and then says with an edge of mockery. 'Bet the poor bastard thought you didn’t wear panties for him. Bet he thought you were wet for him.'

It's Week 4 of production, and Dieter Bravo is everywhere.

He’s even started eating in the canteen during lunch. He's always with Tobias, the director, or the producer. Sometimes Brooke joins them, or one of the nameless suits from the studio.

When you look up, you invariably find his eyes on you.

He doesn't speak to you though, nor you to him, except during rehearsal or on set.

Like nothing happened last Friday night. And that's okay with you, that's what you want.

You're good at compartmentalising. The things you are currently trying to compartmentalise into their respective compartments are -

Dieter Bravo ate your pussy like an absolute hero last Friday night; and

Two hours after, you slept with post-production Pete.

Did you regret it? Yes and no.

Yes, because it was Pete and not Dieter.

And no, because it was Pete and not Dieter.

The work week goes by with minimal of hitches and it's Friday night again. It's Sundance weekend, Dieter is going to the festival along with some of the studio big wigs to promote his last movie. The whole crew has the Monday off until the star comes back to work on Tuesday.

You need this break. Knowing that Dieter Bravo will be physically two states away in Utah is a bonus.

It's also Pete's birthday tonight. Most of the crew are going to a bar somewhere downtown, and you have a change of outfit waiting in your locker. You've promised to share an Uber with some of the costumes and makeup girls, but the post-production crew will have at least an hour's head start on the fun since they don't need to wait for the filming to wrap.

You're in a good mood and you're excited. It's been a while since you've let your hair down, you could do with the distraction.

There’s no intimate scene to film tonight, that was done on Thursday, but you still have to be on call. You don’t mind - if you have to admit it, you do enjoy watching Dieter Bravo act. It's the one time you can watch him without worry of getting caught, or being on the receiving end of a knowing look from him.

You jump when someone taps you on the shoulder.

'Hey you,' Pete whispers with a grin and holds out a paper cup. 'You looked tired so I got you a coffee. Don't want you bailing on my party now.'

You grin, grateful for the caffeine. 'You think I'm that kind of gal? Happy birthday, by the way.'

'Thanks. How are you getting to the bar later? Do you need -'

'NO POST ON SET WHEN I'M WORKING!'

The roar comes out of nowhere. You can hear the terrible screech of feedback from Dieter’s mic, and everyone who has headpieces on are doubling over in pain at the ungodly sound.

Before you can make heads or tails of the situation, several people from post-production have already shuffled out, confused but not willing to risk being yelled at again. Pete stays put, albeit a bit bemused.

And Dieter is glaring straight at him.

In your peripheral vision, you see headpieces literally being ripped off left and right before Bravo could do anymore eardrum damage.

'I SAID, GET - THE - FUCK - OUT, PETE!'

To his credit, Pete seems more excited than anything that Dieter somehow knows his name.

'See you later,' he kisses you on the cheek before jogging off.

You think Bravo might lose his shit again like last week, but he doesn't. He gives you one last glare, then goes back to work as if he didn't just run every post-production crew off the set for apparently no reason.

Well, you know the reason. For fuck's sake.

Filming finishes at a very respectable hour of half past eight. You don't even spare Bravo another glance before hurrying to your locker to get changed.

On your way back, you bump into one of the girls, who says, 'I just got Dieter out of costume, give me five minutes to put some clothes on!'

'No rush,' you assure her. 'I'll wait for you in the break room and I'll let the rest know.'

Preoccupied with texting the other girls in makeup, you walk straight into Tobias when you make the final right turn to the break room.

'Oof, I'm so sorry!' you exclaim.

'Oh good, there you are!' he says, clasping you on the shoulder. 'Come have a night cap with us, it's a little tradition we have in the studio when we wrap Week 4. We got a couple of hours until Dieter has to get on his flight to Utah.'

Your heart drops when the said actor comes into sight a few steps behind, in a shaggy brown coat and a sweater in a loud print.

You gesture behind you vaguely. 'Um actually, I have to go -'

The director claps his hands together and proceeds to ignores you. 'Perfect! The drinks are at the executive suite. Bet you've never been there -' He trails off when catches sight of another person. 'Hey, Tom! Drinks now, suite on the third floor -'

Stealthily, you turn on your heel with the full intention of sneaking off, only to be confronted by Bravo's (very broad) chest.

He smiles down at you pleasantly, head tilted to one side. 'Going somewhere, sweetheart?'

You cross your arms, hugging your jacket to your chest. 'Yes, actually.'

'I can see that,' he lets eyes linger on your dress. 'Another date?'

'A party, actually. It's Pete's birthday.'

'Aww, how sweet,' he scorns, giving you a condescending look over the top of his sunglasses. 'Too bad, you're coming with me.'

'No, I'm not,' you protest. 'The director won't even notice I'm gone.'

Dieter rolls his eyes. 'Sweetheart, do you think this is just a night cap? The executive chairman, studio head, casting director, producers will all be there - from other studios too. You still want to go eat cake with post-production Pete?'

You want to kick yourself for how naive you must sound to him. You pinch the bridge of your nose, then shaking yourself, you concede. You hold up one finger, sternly. 'One hour, and then I'm leaving.'

He smiles at you. 'Yes, ma’am.'

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You're still there three hours later. And begrudgingly, not entirely against your will.

When you first stepped across the threshold, your whole body had seized up with nerves as the faces in the crowd registered.

Dieter sensed your trepidation. One hand on the small of your back, he said by your ear, 'Relax. They're just people.' He had to near wrestle your jacket from your fingers, which you were hanging onto as your security blanket, and handed it to one of the attendants milling about.

'C'mon sweetheart, I'll introduce you to Kathy.’

He didn’t leave you alone until you'd found your crowd, at which point he’d asked under his breath, You okay on your own? and waited for your nod affirmative before he went off to do his thing.

Why does he have to be so damn sweet.

You watch him discreetly across the room. He has a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, his rings glinting as he moves, schmoozing easily with his usual air of nonchalance. Despite his apparent boredom, his captive audience obviously hangs onto his every word.

You're exchanging numbers with the casting director of another studio when he ambles back into your periphery.

'I'm just going to borrow her for one second,’ he says and draws you to one side. 'Having fun?'

You've had a few glasses, and you can’t help beaming at him. 'I gotta say, this is pretty amazing.'

He mirrors your grin, then knocks his drink back, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his strong neck. Exhaling through his nose, he cuts his bottom lip with his teeth, his brow wrinkling at the fire of the whiskey.

You’re pretty sure you’re openly gaping at him now and you’re too tipsy to care.

He studies you with dark eyes, but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he offers, 'You want a lift? I have to leave for my flight now.'

'Yes sure, thanks,’ you nod, polishing off the last of the champagne and setting the empty glass on a nearby table.

'I'll grab your coat.'

Does he have to be such a gentleman too?

You follow him out of the suite, the building now quiet in its emptiness. He helps you with your jacket, his hands lingering on your shoulders while you shrug it on.

He watches you fiddle with the collar. 'You look good, sweetheart.'

Hands in pockets, you bump him softly with your elbow, not meeting his eyes when you answer, 'So do you.'

He stays close to you as you make your way towards the exit, and you feel the warmth from his chest as he puts a hand on your hip to direct you towards the parking lot reserved for talent. 'My car is this way.'

It is January. It's not a harsh winter night, but still, you shiver at the breeze as you exit the studio. Dieter draws you closer to him as you approach - surprise - a limo, a smartly dressed driver standing by.

'Subtle,' you quip.

'I travel in style,' he says with a wink and opens the door for you. 'Where are you headed?'

You double check your phone for the address. 'To the Mayhem Bar downtown.'

The driver assures Dieter that it's on their way to the airport, and it will take half an hour or so to get there.

You make yourself comfortable in the roomy backseat, the driver closing the door behind Dieter. He sits next to you, shedding his coat and you follow suit. It is warm in the car, and the lighting cozy in the enclosed space. The driver is on the other side of the closed divider.

He lights a cigarette and holds out the packet to you, but you shake your head no. You quit years ago. The comforting smell of nicotine washes over you and you take a deep breath.

Dieter pours you a whiskey instead from a fancy hidden drinks compartment, cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips, his rings clinking against the glass, the tattoo of a triangle outline peeking out from under his sleeve.

He hands you the heavy crystal tumbler, his fingers brushing yours, before he settles and drapes his left arm on the back of your seat, his warmth grazing your bare shoulders. 'Still going to that party, huh?'

'Night is still young,' you reply, allowing yourself to relax into him.

You admire his profile when he turns his face to breathe out the cigarette smoke. He smirks when he turns back to you. 'So, it's Pete's 17th birthday tonight, huh?'

You narrow your eyes at him, but you're smiling. 'You're a funny man, Dieter Bravo.'

'Has his voice broken yet?' he carries on playfully.

You can't help but give an exasperated sigh and you elbow him in the ribs. 'Even his balls have dropped, can you believe it?'

He chuckles. 'I mean, I've flirted with danger, but… underaged sex?'

You slap him on the thigh in rebuke. It's a very firm thigh. You don't move your hand away and he doesn't seem to mind. 'He's thirty one, lay off him.'

'You got him a present?'

You shrug. 'I'm gonna buy him a drink.'

He frowns disapprovingly. 'A drink? After you turn up sans panties to your date last time? What a letdown.'

You feel the tips of your ears grow hot, and you take a big gulp of whiskey. You sense that you’re straying into dangerous territory. 'Not by choice. You took them.'

Is it just you, or is he suddenly really close?

'You didn't ask for them back.'

You snort in disbelief. Seriously? He thinks that you had the brain power to string together a sentence, let alone ask for your panties back, after he ate your pussy like that? You're honestly not sure if you've ever come so hard - you felt it in your cunt the whole weekend.

You jump like a live wire when you feel his fingers trace the top of your shoulder blades, and you look up at him.

His gaze is so intense that you can't help the tremour that runs through you.

Oh shit, did you just say all that out loud?

The butt of his cigarette glows red in the dim. Plucking it from his lips, he stubs out the light in an ashtray, his eyes never leaving yours.

He licks his lips and then says with an edge of mockery. 'Bet the poor bastard thought you didn’t wear panties for him. Bet he thought you were wet for him.'

His dirty words heat your cheeks. You challenge, 'Why don’t you just ask me if I fucked Pete?'

Dieter leans in, his nose nudges your cheek, teeth catching your ear lobe. 'Why do I care if I can fuck you right now?'

You stop breathing.

'Can I?' he whispers, taking the whiskey from your hands and setting it on the floor. 'Please?'

Your noses touch, his fingers tangling into your hair to turn your face towards his fully -

Then the screen of your phone lights up and the ringtone breaks the silence.

PETE (POST) CALLING

Pete has the worst fucking timing.

Taking advantage of your distraction, Dieter lifts you up and deposits you on his lap, your knees on either side of his thighs.

He stares into your eyes and orders, 'Pick up, now. Put it on speaker.'

Your pulse races. This is so wrong but your body remembers the last time this happened and you're on autopilot. You press the speaker button and place the phone on the top of the backseat so you can both hear. 'Hello?'

Dieter’s lips find the side of your neck and his hands dive under your dress, sliding up and under your bottom, dragging his nails on your sensitive skin.

You have to bite your lip to keep quiet.

It's loud where Pete is. You can barely hear him above the thump of the music in the background. Hey, babe! Are you on your way?

You fumble with Dieter's belt until it loosens, he lifts his hips and shoves his pants and boxers down, releasing his hard cock. You swallow hard at the sight. You've wanted to touch him for so long - has it really been three weeks since you first -

Dieter pinches your thigh when it takes you too long to answer. You absent-mindedly say in the general direction of your phone, 'Yeah, um, I'll be there in about thirty.'

And then you wrap your hand around him. Finally feeling the weight of the thick, velvety head in your palm. Dieter lets out a shaky exhale through gritted teeth, the air warming you as he yanks the neckline of your dress as far down as he can to suck on your collarbone.

Pete replies, Oh great! How are you getting here? Prices are crazy on Uber surge, I just checked.

You only know that Dieter is still listening when he rolls his eyes so hard his head lolls back. You shouldn’t reward his petulance, but you tighten your grasp and give him a few hard strokes to throw him off balance.

'Shit,' he mutters into your cleavage, his hips thrusting into your hand while his big hands come up to palm your breasts, his rings digging into the plump flesh as he squeezes you desperately through too many layers of fabric. You weave your other hand into his hair, holding his lips to your skin while you grind down on his thigh.

You know what? Hang on a sec babe, let me check the prices on Lyft.

Dieter’s fingers slide between your legs, drawing circles on your clit through your panties before hooking his index finger along the seam, and he yanks the fabric to the side. You breath stutters when his knuckles graze your already slippery folds.

He groans a bit too loudly for comfort and you press your hand over his mouth, shooting him a warning glare.

Except he likes it. Of course he would. He hums deep in his chest cavity and laves the heart of your palm with his hot tongue until you tremble.

It’s still ridiculous on Lyft. Guess I'll have to try Bolt.

You feel fingertips dip experimentally into your entrance, and Dieter braces himself at the wetness he finds there. Ripping your palm from his mouth, he leans up to rasp in your ear, 'Show me how you’d ride my cock, sweetheart.'

You can’t help it, you mewl, praying that your phone is too far away to pick up your noises. You lift yourself up and push down onto two thick fingers, until you feel the cold bite of the ring Dieter always wears on his index finger, as your pussy swallows his digits whole.

'Fuck, sweetheart, fuck. Missed this wet pussy,' he whimpers into your ear. 'Missed it so much.'

Your pace falters when he digs the heel of his palm into your clit. In return, you reach down to cup his balls, his mouth falls open in an obscene groan that borders on dangerously loud and he has to bury his face in your neck.

Pete pipes up. Oh actually, Bolt prices are ok. You want me to call you a cab?

For fuck's sake, Pete’s still there?

'Um,' you stammer when Dieter bites down on the pulse point between your neck and shoulder unexpectedly. 'Actually, I'm hitching a ride.'

Dieter pulls back to raise an eyebrow at you, surprised at your admission to Pete. His cock twitches in your grip. 'Quite a ride, huh?' he teases, voice low in your ear.

Oh yeah? From who?

'Mr. Bravo has offered to drop me off on his way to the airport.'

Dieter's brown eyes widen. He likes that Pete knows you’re in his car. He likes that you’re talking to Pete while he’s knuckle deep inside you. He likes that Pete's none the wiser as you fist his throbbing cock.

Pete exclaims in disbelief. Holy shit, that's dope! Is he coming to my party? Then he obviously pulls back to shout excitedly at all his friends. Guys, Dieter Bravo is coming to my party!

Dieter rolls his eyes when cheers fill the phone, and you slap him on the shoulder to get him to focus. Condom, you mouth at him.

Single-handedly - your pussy still has his fingers in a stranglehold - Dieter struggles to reach into his back pocket. You don't make it easy for him, kissing his neck and rocking against him, desperate for friction.

'Actually,' you finally say into the phone, just as Dieter tears open the packet open with his teeth and you help him roll the condom on his leaking cock. 'He needs to get on a flight, so he can't stop by.'

You nearly gasp when Dieter unceremoniously pulls out from your cunt, his fingers shining in the darkness when he grabs your phone, smearing the screen with your slick. Notching the tip of his cock at your entrance, Dieter rasps into the receiver, 'Happy fucking birthday, Pete.'

With that, he hangs up and enters you in one thrust.

And you're pretty sure you black out for about ten seconds in the immediate aftermath.

If he didn’t stretch you open just so with his cock, you’d be thinking how it is the epitome of tacky that you’re fucking a movie star in the back of a limo.

But he does.

If he didn’t groan with such filthy satisfaction at the sound of your pussy practically squelching around his length when you start sliding up and down in earnest, you’d be mortified by how your slick is trickling down your thighs and most probably staining his pants.

But he does.

If he didn’t stare at you with such wild abandon, pupils blown under furrowed brow, teeth bared and bottom lip caught in his teeth, you’d be anxious that you’re not riding his cock well enough.

But he does.

'That's it,' says Dieter coarsely, squeezing the flesh of your bottom as he starts to piston up into you. 'So tight - knew you would be - been thinking of this pussy all week, sweetheart -'

‘Yes yes yes,’ you slur as he starts hitting a spot so deep your eyes are rolling back. ‘So good, Dieter, so fucking good -’

Then out of the blue, he asks, ‘You fucked Pete, didn’t you?’

You barely manage to push the words out as he bounces you mercilessly on his length. ‘Thought it - thought it didn’t matter.'

Gripping the back of your neck, he forces you to look at him. ‘Tell me I'm better. Please, sweetheart. Tell me I fuck your cunt better with my cock.'

His eyes are so warm and so vulnerable, you can only be honest with him. 'Yes, you are - you do. You make me feel so fucking good.'

His whole body shudders as your words hit home. Heat hits the shell of your ear as he pants, ‘I’m not gonna last, sweetheart. Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.’

With what strength you have left, you push back arm’s length from him so that you can reach down between your thighs. It’s wet and sticky and messy and your back arches when your fingers find your clit.

‘That’s it, pretty,’ coos Dieter, his hands now supporting your whole weight, dragging you up and down at a punishing pace. ‘I want to feel you come around my cock.’

It doesn’t take much before you feel the first pull in your stomach, and your voice catches in your throat in a gargled whimper.

‘I can feel you,’ Dieter growls, bucking into you wildly. ‘Come on, sweetheart, let me feel that tight cunt come for me -’

One rough hand grabs you by the face, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. Your foreheads bump together as you come apart, hurtling over the edge with a broken sob. White noise fills your ears, deafening, until Dieter's harsh groans pierce the fog. His hips jerk erratically as he spills into the condom, and he grunts fuck - fuck sweetheart!, his grip on your hips bruising, before he collapses back into the leather seat, taking you with him.

It takes a moment for the world to stop spinning and one more for you to realize that the car has stopped moving.

You start when soft lips brush yours in an almost kiss. You taste nicotine and whisky on his tongue, and you feel his fingers push into your hair.

Gingerly, you extract the hand that is still trapped between your bodies. Catching your wrist, Dieter draws your fingers into his mouth, sucking on your digits with such ferocious focus that it steals your breath away.

He presses a kiss to the heart of your palm, his beard tickling you. He murmurs, 'Come away with me this weekend.'

You pull your hand back. 'What?'

'Come to Sundance with me,' he repeats, his hands smoothing down your thighs. 'I got a jet and a penthouse for the weekend.'

You look away first, your knees weak when you push yourself off his lap. He falls out of you and you pull the hem of your dress down, sitting back on your behind.

Dieter reaches down to pull the condom off him, knotting and throwing it carelessly on the limo floor. He frowns at your lukewarm reaction. 'Sweetheart?'

'Don't do this,' you bite out, fussing with the neckline of your dress, which is beyond crumpled.

Dieter pulls up his pants, but doesn't bother zipping up, not hiding the confusion on his face. 'Don't do what?'

You jerkily pull on your jacket, jamming one arm in the sleeve. 'Whatever the fuck it is you do with women you work with, that you're now trying to do with me right now.'

He grabs your wrist, searching out your eyes, but you refuse to meet his. 'Hey, hey, look at me. What are you talking about?'

'I've read the stories,' you say, accusingly, snatching your hand back. 'The torrid affairs, on-set girlfriends, whirlwind engagements. Don't think you can pull any of that shit on me.'

Dieter scoffs, obviously bewildered at your sudden change in demeanour. 'You don't know me.'

You zip up your jacket. 'What I know is that three weeks ago, you were asking me to watch a girl suck you off, and now you want me to go to Sundance with you.'

'I didn't know you then!' he argues heatedly.

'And you don't know me now!' you shout back, shoving your phone in your bag. 'Just because we fucked doesn't mean I'm going to sack off my friends, drop everything and go away with you.'

Dieter lets out an exasperated noise, throwing his hands up. 'I'm not telling you to, sweetheart, I'm asking you. I thought you'd like to.'

'Don't make any assumptions about me, thank you very much!'

Dieter snaps, 'Fine! Then don't come, I don't give a fuck!'

'Great,' you snarl, yanking on the handle to open the car door. 'Have a good fucking weekend, Bravo.'

The violent slamming of the door echoes emptily in his ears, the warmth from your body completely dissipated.

He watches you out of the window. Pete is waiting for you by the door to the bar, and you throw your hands around him to pull him in a hug.

He looks away, reaching out to grab his pack of cigarettes. He ignores the way his hands shake when he lights it.

Taking in a deep drag, he breathes out through his teeth.

Fuck this. Fuck you.

Dieter barks at the driver to make an extra stop on the way to the airport.

Half an hour later than scheduled, Dieter trudges up the stairs to his private jet, his weekend duffle in one hand, and a small bag of blow in his back pocket.

Oh yes. He will have a fucking good weekend.

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Note: I am so, so humbled by the love my little fic has received from you loveliest readers! 🥺 I just hit 100 followers today, thank you every single one of you who has reblogged and let me know your thoughts, it's the greatest gift sharing our obsession with this adorable and very hot fool 🥵

As I mentioned in the sneak preview, I am getting married in a month but I plan on uploading at least the next part before I go on a little break. I expect this series to wrap in 5 parts, but I already have a bunch of ideas for one shots based on these two so don’t worry, it won’t be the end for this pair of idiots 💜

I hope you guys enjoyed this instalment. I only added the softness after seeing the movie, cos our Dieter is an unabashedly soft boi 🥺 I would love to hear what you think, reblogs and comments appreciated as always 💚

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an-unknown-writers-world · 2 years ago

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Caught

Summary: Established relationship between Hangman and reader. Reader is Penny’s niece.

Warnings: Cheesy, that’s it- nothing but the cheesiest scene that played out in my mind when I was supposed to be in a meeting.

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader

Characters: Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell – Mentions of Penny Benjamin

Word Count: 673

A/N: This is super cheesy with minimal actual plot. Thank you so much for reading!

“I should have guessed it was you two,” Mave laughed.

You stood bashfully next to Jake, hands intertwined and your other holding onto his forearm. A federal criminal, that’s what you were now. A bit of a dramatic way to look at it, but it was the truth.

“Sir,” Jake nodded, “I can’t say I’m sorry. It was worth every ounce of punishment.”

“Would it help if I said sorry, Uncle Pete?” You asked. “Are you going to tell Aunt Penny?”

This made him laugh, smiling the biggest smile you’d ever seen on his face, “No apologies needed.” He took a step toward the two of you. “You know my first date with your aunt, way back in the day, was a joyride in an F-18.”

“No way!” You exclaimed with a smile.

Jake laughed, “That would have been a better first date idea.”

“Wait,” Mave paused for a moment, “this isn’t your first?”

You both shook your head.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Six months. Basically, since the day you both showed up at The Hard Deck.” You smiled, looking up at Jake.

“Best six months of my life.” Jake squeezed your hand with a smile.

Maverick raked his hand over his face. “I owe your aunt a hundred dollars.”

Neither you nor Jake spoke, waiting for a better explanation. Had he and Penny bet on this? You didn’t exactly hide it. You tried to keep the PDA to a minimum at the bar, but it absolutely happened.

“Penny said it was going on back when we came home.” Mave finally explained. “Something about the way you wouldn’t stop pacing until you heard from us.”

“And you?” Jake asked.

“Well, I didn’t see it happening until you were ready to settle down.”

“You really couldn’t tell?” You questioned.

“Are you ready to settle down, Hangman?” Mave passed right over your question.

Without hesitation, Jake responded. “That’s why I asked for my orders to be extended. I requested to be stationed on North Island regardless of assignment.”

“But you asked that before we left on our mission.”

Jake looked down at you. “I knew back then.” He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “I knew there would never be anything else out there for me. The best was waiting for me back here.”

“Jake,” you spoke barely above a whisper. Your heart warmed from the statement.

“Well, I’m supposed to be here to figure out who went on a joyride.” Mave shook his head, still smiling. “I’ll take care of command. Take her home.”

“Thank you, sir.”

You stood on your tiptoes to kiss Mave on the cheek. “Thanks, Uncle Pete.”

“Lieutenant Seresin,” Mave said, prompting you both to turn around. His use of Jake’s name and rank clearly indicated he was serious about whatever he would say next. “Be smarter than I was. Don’t let her go if you really feel the way you claim.”

“Yes, sir.” Jake took his orders.

“And as her uncle, don’t break her heart. Remember what I am capable of.”

You chuckled, “Bodily harm or career ended.” You mumbled.

“Sir, I can assure you have no intentions of doing either.”

“Good. Now you’re dismissed.” Mave spoke again, choking back his emotions.

You were almost out of the hangar when you heard him laugh to himself and mumble something about Penny having a field day. You had a feeling that you’d be hearing from her before your shift at The Hard Deck tonight. But it wouldn’t be a one-sided conversation. You had questions about her and Mave’s relationship.

“Babe,” Jake spoke, coming to a stop.

Looking up at him, you saw a look in his eyes you’d never seen before. A new level of adoration and devotion.

“I don’t say this enough. I love you.”

“I know, Jake.” You pressed up on your tiptoes, kissing him. “I love you too.”

He kissed the top of your head and squeezed your hand gently. “Let’s go home; I’ll show you just how much I love you.”

A/N: If you’ve made it this far - thank you so so so much for reading! My Masterlist can be found here. All work is also available on AO3

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kissporsche · 2 years ago

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I loved your analysis of the office scene. The moment that had my attention the most was when other bodyguards barged into the room and pointed their guns at vegas head. What do you think that Pete was feeling/thinking at that very moment? We saw later by the pool scene how desperate he was to protect Vegas so I am really intrigued if he head any idea how to handle the situation in the office if Korn didn't tell the bodyguards to leave.

Anon I love you, thank you for being an enabler.

So I skipped over this bit a little in my initial post about the office scene because like aaaaAAAAAAAA it’s such a good little moment but SO hard to interpret because we barely see Pete’s face, but we can try.

This scene is so compelling to me because we go from Pete punching and screaming at Vegas in the garage, sprinting after him; to Pete resigning and running after Vegas, begging him to stay with him. So this is the turning point for Pete specifically.

And I think what spurs that change is the moment you mentioned when the bodyguards rush in, immediately preceding the resignation. Because what this scene should (“should”) have been is pitting Pete’s two great loyalties against each other, the main family vs Vegas. But I don’t think it is that.

Just before the other bodyguards enter Pete is moving closer and it really looks like he's about to say something else, so i’d be willing to bet he was going to continue trying to talk him out of it before Vegas was in immediate danger of being shot, other people in the room be damned. I am so curious about what he would have said. But he's interrupted by the bodyguards.

First, when the guards enter he keeps his gun on Vegas but doesn't keep his eyes on him, this says to me his concern isn't really Korn dying, only the consequences to Vegas.

Pete slowly walks up to join the tableau of guns surrounding him, as if still trying to formulate a plan. He could also be holding back to make sure both Vegas and the other bodyguards are in line of sight, no matter which he might choose to shoot.

Then when Korn orders it the bodyguards all lower their guns pretty much straight away. Except Pete, who has different priorities now. Pete keeps his gun on Vegas because it might be the only way to save him. Pete keeps his gun up until the other bodyguards have fully lowered their guns and he knows they are no longer a threat.

This is the turning point that gets us from garage Pete to poolside Pete, because once he sees Vegas’s life in imminent danger everything else gets thrown into focus. He knows, then, that Vegas is his priority, and that he’s coming perilously close to losing him just as he realises that. The fear that must have flooded him, knowing Vegas was teetering on a knife's edge and trying to figure out how to stop it.

Pete could have shot Vegas here, he could have killed him. But even if he did it would not have been out of loyalty to the main family, but only out of loyalty to Vegas himself.

We know, from the bar scene, that Pete doesn’t want Vegas to “disappear”, and cannot pull the trigger on him. And equally we know from the pool scene that Pete can be completely ruthless in protecting Vegas from others.

So where does that loyalty to Vegas take him? Does he try kill every other guard in the room before they get to him? Or does he do as Vegas asked of him and be the one to kill him if he has to die? Would the pain of Vegas dying be lessened or worsened by Pete being the one to do it himself? Does it matter when that is what Vegas asked of him?

Korn calls off the guards pretty quickly, so I don’t know if Pete comes to any conclusion on this. But regardless, the strength and intensity of his desire to protect Vegas, and the turmoil at potentially killing him himself, I think is enough to push Pete into resigning. I don’t think we saw enough of his reaction to judge which Pete might have chosen, but either way: kill his colleagues and likely die himself, or kill Vegas with his own hands, they both come down to loyalty to Vegas and Vegas alone.

#answered #long post #kinnporsche #vegaspete #THANK U ANON I LOVE DELVING INTO PETE THOUGHTS #am i arguing that pete pointing a gun at vegas actually is romantic and protective? yes #kp meta #i don't know if pete had a plan! but I do know that the frantic struggle to come up with a plan was the turning point for him #kp orig

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objectivelyimpermanent · 2 years ago

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Episode 9

Holy shit. I think that was actually...a perfect episode. Tankhun and Vegaspete and a Kimchay kiss and some Kinnporsche relationship and development. I did have to spend a good amount of the episode working out ways to block out Tawan's face with my fingers without blocking out anything else. His face makes me want to hiss. I have no pacing complaints, the plot development was interesting and it seems that we've finally hit the crux, and our romantic leads all showed a good amount of emotional intelligence! It's all I could ask for.

I mean, it is really ironic that Porsche's idea of making Kinn jealous was nixed by Yok as being a stupid trope, and then Porsche accidentally (but completely naturally) recreated it later on. But Porsche didn't get very insecure about his relationship (which Tawan did later use to his advantage), and he spent most of the episode rolling his eyes at Tawan, as the bastard man deserves. He's less likely to believe people's bullshit now, which is good to see. We're definitely inching towards 'I'm on your side.' I can't wait. Porsche's dancing was really cute. When he turned up at Yok's bar with the gift basket, I was wondering if he'd told Kinn that Yok was getting a second appendectomy, but a boob job is also a good excuse.

Kinn was also emotionally intelligent (for once). He didn't trust Tawan until he had what seemed to be a couple of reasons; he remembered that he has a new boyfriend now and stayed faithful (I am aware that this is the bare minimum, but I was setting the bar low for the sake of my heart); he got advice from his family regarding the situation. He only started suspecting Porsche when he had what appeared to be evidence—it was good evidence, although Tawan and Vegas manipulated it out of context. There's also a hint at the end that he's not distrusting Porsche proper and that he has a plan. However, it would have been nice to inform Porsche of it first. I'm hoping that he came up with the plan after seeing Porsche and Vegas together at the pool, thinking about it and deciding that Porsche wouldn't be fucking about with Vegas. I also think that the reason Porsche was so often put on Tawan duty throughout this episode was a sign of trust from Kinn and an attempt to give Porsche some security in being able to keep an eye both on the situation and on Tawan.

Arm is a shipper, and Pete really is that much of a virgin, as it turns out. After Arm reveals that he's not a moron, you can see Pete thinking. I bet he's thinking about the hickeys. I know that the prayer scene in episode 7 has been WOG'd as an improv, but improvs can be informed, so I'm guessing that it was a bit of a hint either towards the temple scene or towards a certain amount of religiosity being put into Pete's character.

Vegas moves on quickly. Unsurprising. Perhaps his way of unsettling people that he isn't allowed to surprise-dentist is to make somewhat forward sexual advances? It would explain some things, like the car condom scene in episode 6. He's still working on Porsche, but he's given up on the seduction and has decided to try to evoke sympathy and to confuse him. To be honest, he isn't great at woobifying himself.

Porschay gets a gold star for being the most emotionally intelligent character ever and, imagine this, just confessing to his crush. Kim got stabbed in the heart—as it turns out, the way to a man's heart is neither through his stomach nor between his third and fourth ribs, but through song! It's very Disney. I hate it. But you go, Porchay! Seize your Wattpad dreams!

Tankhun reappeared. Iconic as usual, and the only voice of reason here. I think that we all should be allowed to kill Tawan, together, as a family. Korn was being less dickish than usual. He stood back a lot and let Kinn decide things: I'm almost inclined to believe the metas about him poking Kinn in the insecurities in an attempt to push him out of the nest, as it were.

Tawan is, of course, very shady. If what I hear about Porschay being kidnapped is correct, then Tawan has very slyly set up everything to fuck over Porsche:

First of all, Kinn has caused a lot of problems with his dick in the past, so he's primed to think that his dick will again cause problems.

Secondly, the sob story Tawan had at the beginning about his family being threatened causing him to betray Kinn will mean that if Porsche appears to betray Kinn after Porschay is kidnapped, Kinn is more likely to no-sell that.

Thirdly, if Tawan is working with Vegas, then Vegas appearing at the exact times that he has in this episode is working to undermine Porsche.

Fourthly, the comments that Tawan has been making are absolutely gaslighting Kinn. You can see the moment that he stopped working on Porsche (the warm milk scene) and decided to go full in on Kinn.

Also, I called it: Kinn is an exhibitionist.

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kinnporsche episode 9

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pandasized-crevice · 3 years ago

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Kinnporsche trailer clip compilation parts 1-3 {color coded cuz i was confusing myself}

trailer clips that are probably part of the same scene just cut up for the trailer lets goo

(i'm posting these in 2 parts cuz i didn't want this to be a super long post,well longer than it already is)

[estimated! timestamps cuz yk how fast trailers show these clips]

0:09-we see feathers flying in the air near a lion statue and some bodies lying on the floor

0:20- kinn is with his bodyguards,one of which gets shot

0:25- kinn & 2 of his bodyguards are taking cover behind a pillar

1:27-1:31= porsche & kinn doing the spinning firing guns move yall know the one,vegas using someone as a human shield while firing his gun,and we get another shot of the KP spinning gun move

1:25-vegas wearing a like beige suit storming in with a gun & some henchmen,who also have guns

2:25- Kinnporsche holding guns to each other while porsche says "I'm not on anyones side, i'm on your side."

OK so,in all the scenes with kinn he’s wearing a black button up and a jacket; in 2:25 you can tell kinns jacket is stripped and i can’t tell if in the other clips its the same jacket but the black shirt is a constant so I figured those clips are from the same episode/scene. Same thing with the vegas clips,he has the beige suit on in both.

My guess is that during a business meeting or whatever the two families/gangs start a fight(i think the minor family starts it cuz @0:20 kinns bodyguard gets shot by someone in front of the group). Kinns bodyguard gets shot could lead to 0:25,where kinn & his men hide from the gunshots.

Also porsche in the clips isn’t wearing the bodyguard suit, just a holster for a gun so that’s something to consider. I’ll bet he comes in later after hearing about the fight. That could explain 2:25; kinn turns his gun on porsche thinking porsche betrayed him or something and porsche says the line i’m not on anyones side just yours. That moment between them could lead to 1:27,where kinn & porsche work together with the spinning move to take out the other bad guys.

0:09 is a bit tricker to piece with the rest; it could be an aftermath shot of the shootout,could be part of a montage of the shootout while it’s happening. i’m not quite sure but i just know it goes with the rest of these clips.

2nd part!

1:56- the kinn & vegas standoff with porsche shirtless

1:54- porsche slapping kinn while saying "you never trust me!" (la forte uncut trailer)

and finally at 2:09 we have porsche & kinn face-to-face while they breath all heavy and stare at each other (la forte uncut trailer)

So these 3 are obviously part of the same scene; the location is the exact same,porsche is shirtless in all 3 clips & kinn is wearing the same black shirt in them. I think vegas coroners porsche in the bathroom(pretty sure they’re in a bathroom). Why is porsche shirtless? For a number of reasons honestly; maybe he spilled something on his shirt & was cleaning himself up,he was doing something else that required him to be shirtless(get your minds outta the gutter!i don’t mean sexy times),idk something.

Vegas takes the chance to bother him and get in his space, kinn comes in & sees vegas all up on porsche and whips the gun out.After a brief standoff i think vegas leaves since it’s just him v.s kinn and the what 4 bodyguards that follow him? So yk outnumbered.

The bodyguards leave and kinnporsche have a fight cuz…its them. This is a spoiler from the novel i'm pretty sure; kinn could accuse porsche of sleeping with vegas so porsche(rightfully so) slaps him hence “you never trust me!” And then they yell some more yk the usual. 2:09 could honestly be at any part of their fight

3rd part!

1:08- porsche,pete,& arm walking with vegas who is wearing a red shirt(probably silk)

1:27-1:31= we see a bunch of people at this like bar?pub open area place idk and some men in blacksuits(bodyguards me thinks) can be seen outside,we see vegas walking through some people with porsche & the boys following[this place is probably a like warehouse for vegas i think]

Alrighty, vegas in these scenes is wearing a red silk shirt as he leads porsche,pete,& arm somewhere. In 1:08 it seems they’re at the minior families courtyard. I honestly don’t know why they’d be with vegas unless this is when they try to sneak someone into the minor fams household to get info or something(this is my speculation ofc) . Somewhere from 1:27-1:31, we once again see the group at this place that i’m labeling a warehouse or something that vegas owns.

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #thai bl series #thai series #i wanted to put screenshots of each scene #so yall could visualize it as yall read #but i honestly did not have the will to screenshot every panel yall #i may be obesses but i have my limits!#can you tell i'm from texas by the amount of yalls i just dropped

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marshmallord · 2 years ago

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scenes from the trailers/wdys mv that we haven’t seen yet pt. 2

part 1

White T-shirt Kim

I’m putting these together because he’s wearing the same outfit, so I’m betting they’re in the same episode. The first and third shot definitely take place in the same scene.

Hum Bar/Be My Bodyguard

Now that Porsche isn’t Kinn’s bodyguard anymore, there’s a chance that this scene involves Kinn asking Porsche to be his bodyguard again. I’m curious as to what the reason is!

Post-Capture Pete

These shots will all occur after Pete’s release/escape (I think—can’t tell if he’s actually cuffed or just reliving his experiences in those last two). He appears deep in thought—probably thinking about Vegas.

sorry for the poor quality on some of the screenshots!

part 3

#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporche #kinnporche the series

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beatricethecat2 · 4 years ago

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"No joy," Myka says, peeking into the static bag.

"That was the correct part, was it not?" Helena enlarges the photo on Myka's phone of a nineteenth-century elevator car housed at the Warehouse.

"I'm pretty sure. But that picture's not great." Myka slides the handle out and plops it back in to the tune of no sparks.

Helena noses around the storage space as The Dakota building's manager walks in.

"Maybe what you're looking for's in here," he says, plunking down a milk crate full of parts. "When they renovate, they save anything original."

"It's an elevator handle. From the original manual ones. Just not this one." Myka slips the part from the bag and holds it up.

"Might be in Ms. Shiva's apartment then. Parents took two cars and made them into a bar. Or could be from the one that went missing, the mysterious fourth car."

Myka and Helena share a concerned look, knowing the Warehouse took it without permission.

"Can we see the other two?" Myka asks.

"Look just like that one." The man points toward the ornately carved wooden car on the other side of the room. "Handle's that important to you, huh?"

"As architectural historians? Yes," Helena snips in a clipped, scholarly tone.

"Alright. Gimme a minute." He slips his phone out of its belt clip and walks out of the room.

Helena picks through dust-covered items in the crate. "This may be a lost cause."

"It must be upstairs. The walls are so thick, the ping could have come from anywhere."

"You said 'pickup,' not 'ping.'"

"Claudia called it a pickup yesterday! Today she called it a ping."

Helena huffs a disgruntled breath.

The manager waves a hand from the doorway. "She said it's ok to come up."

Myka follows the man, but Helena hangs back.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I...should look through this crate."

"You know more about this stuff than me. You should come with."

"Myka, I...."

Myka steps closer and lowers her voice. "I know you're not happy about being here, but I really need your help."

Helena holds Myka's gaze but doesn't move.

"Please."

Helena nods an apprehensive yes.

"You'll tell me what's going on with you later, right?"

Helena nods again, with equal apprehension.

Myka grimaces. "Come on."

They follow the manager out of the room and into the elevator to the fourth floor.

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The Adventures of Wells and Bering ("Warehouse 13" Season 5 replacement) Season 1: Episode 3 Title: New York City: I'm buggin' out!

Summary: After three blissful days holed up in their Philadelphia hotel room, Myka receives a call from the Warehouse asking for help. Helena proclaims New York "a cesspool" when told the pickup is in the city. Myka laughs when told Helena was last there in 1893. Told she can stay behind, Helena follows anyway, the pair taking the train to avoid driving. Helena tells tales of city adventures with her partner Wolcott as she and Myka make their way uptown. Helena tenses upon arrival at their destination, so much so, Myka can tell something is off. Later that day, Helena reveals a long buried secret.

Previously: Episode 1, Episode 2

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***BONUS SCENES***

After a less than jovial dinner (pictured above), Myka and Helena settle into their hotel room. Myka lounges in bed, already showered, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, nose buried in a book. Helena searches through her luggage after emerging from a shower swathed only in a robe.

"I know dinner wasn't great," Myka says, setting her book on the nightstand, "but something else's off. You've been weirdly touchy all day."

"I apologize for not being, as Claudia might say, 'all sunshine and rainbows.'" Helena yanks a t-shirt out of her suitcase. "Perhaps we should call the whole thing off."

"What 'thing'?"

"This trip."

"Why?" Myka sits up.

"Because me being sullen is not an anomaly."

"I know."

"Then why on earth would you subject yourself to that again?" Helena turns to face Myka and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Because you promised when you got like this you'd talk to me and I believed you."

"Fool," Helena says, the word filled with fondness rather than bite.

"Come here," Myka says, patting a spot next to her.

Helena stares at the bed but doesn't move.

"Come here..."

Helena's eyes lift to meet Myka's; the longer they stay locked, the less defiance they hold. She huffs a disgruntled breath but does as she's told. She sits stiffly, arms folded over her chest, back propped up against the headboard.

"Now, tell me what happened in that building," Myka says, laying back, turning to face Helena, head propped up by a hand. "Remember, I said I wouldn't judge you."

"You say that now..." Helena says, glancing at Myka.

"I won't," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's and squeezing, dragging it down to her lap, breaking her protective arm-fold.

"Where to begin," Helena grumbles, pressing her eyes closed, head falling back against the wall.

"How about..." Myka scoots up, aligning herself with Helena, all the while keeping hold of her hand. "The first time you were there, finding that artifact."

Helena rolls her head to the side and meets Myka's gaze.

Myka raises her brow and grins expectantly.

"Oh, alright," Helena grumps, sighing deeply, then lifting her head from the headboard.

"Wolly posed as an investor, and I, his wife. He and I were given guest accommodations, courtesy of Gustav Schirmer, a music publisher. We had a vague idea of what the curiosity was but needed time and access to suss out its location."

"I bet you and Wolly made a better couple than Pete and I ever did," Myka quips.

Helena huffs a short laugh. "People like us 'acted the part' on a daily basis. Anything beyond that was an extension of those fabricated selves. One had to switch 'on' any number of personas just to keep safe. It was difficult at times to remember our true selves."

"I'm sorry. That sucks."

"Easier for me than others. Though in that regard, I'm glad society seems to have changed for the better." Helena meets Myka's gaze, her eyes falling to her lips.

"Me too," Myka says as Helena cups her jaw, guiding their mouths together.

Their kiss lingers but as Helena's hand slides to the nape of Myka's neck, Myka pulls away.

"Story first," Myka says, slipping her hand over Helena's, lifting it away.

Helena pouts.

"After." Myka caresses Helena's cheek, then places a soft, brief kiss there. "I promise."

"I shall hold you to that."

"Oh, I know," Myka says, smiling. She settles back and waits as Helena collects her thoughts.

"The Dakota was unique,' Helena begins, "its design, the first of its kind in the world. A playground for 'new money,' miles away from 'civilization' further downtown. Few dared travel that far north, so their soirees were rather insular."

"That's good, right? Easier to find the artifact?" Myka says.

"Indeed. Gustav adored hosting events, along with the Steinways. Guests chased tunes all over the building as engagements spilled between apartments. Wolly and I snooped around gratuitously."

"Steinways...as in the grand-piano-maker Steinways?"

"The very same," Helena mumbles. Her eyes turn distant, a thumb rubbing idly over a knuckle, her hands linked primly on her lap.

"Did you find the artifact?" Myka asks.

"Hmm? Oh...yes. But it took quite some time," Helena answers. "And along the way, I found something far more profound." She looks down at her lap, her hands pulling away from each other, tensing.

"What was it?"

"I found my One."

"Y-You had a One?" Myka says, stiffening.

"All too briefly," Helena says, then glances at Myka. "To have found another is a kindness beyond anything I'd ever imagined. I'm sorry it took so long for me to believe it possible."

"You mean me?"

"I do." Helena brings Myka's hand up to her lips and kisses its palm.

"I, um, guess it's silly to be jealous of someone who lived over a hundred years ago. Especially since I know nothing about them." Myka scoots closer, cozying up to Helena. "Will you tell me?"

"Would you like to know?"

"I want to know everything about you."

"That may take some time."

"We have time, don't we?"

"Time has never been my ally. Especially with the ones I love."

"Let's change that." Myka tugs on Helena's sleeve, and the pair slip down to lie prone on the bed. She turns and snuggles up, head pillowed on Helena's shoulder, arm resting across her middle. Helena relaxes into Myka's hold and wraps an arm over Myka's.

"Tell me about your One," Myka says. "Or, your 'first' One."

"She...was an extraordinary woman," Helena answers. "Unlike any I'd ever known. We bonded instantly, which was unusual."

"How did you meet?"

"I caught her hiding from the merriment during a soiree, nose tucked in a book. One Mrs. Elizabeth Westcott." Helena smiles, obviously warmed by the memory.

"Mrs.?"

"A marriage for appearances; personal gain for two up-and-coming families. Residing at The Dakota allowed her husband to carry on extramarital affairs with less scrutiny. He cared little about her own."

"So you and she..."

"If those walls could talk," Helena says, her smile bordering on devilish. "We had several glorious years together before she..." Her smile fades in an instant.

"I'm afraid to ask."

"She died, as one does when one's husband's mistress plots to kill you."

"S-She was murdered?"

"Freak carriage accident. Never proven, but everyone knew. To ensure Elizabeth never gave him an heir, after Christina. The irony being we'd planned on running away to California soon enough--"

"Wait, Christina was Elizabeth's?" Myka lifts her head to look Helena in the eye.

"I loved her as if she were my own," Helena snaps, "spirited her away to England as soon as I could, with the housekeeper's help."

"You stole her?" Myka pushes away, falling back on her elbows, mouth agape.

"I rescued her," Helena barks, jerking upright. "That monstrous woman still had talons in her father. There was no doubt Christina wasn't safe. It's what Elizabeth would have wanted."

Helena moves to leave, but Myka grabs her arm.

"Don't go," Myka pleads. "I'm sorry. I said I wouldn't judge you."

Helena freezes in place, her heart pounding wildly. A few moments later, she returns to Myka's side.

"Did anyone come looking for her?" Myka asks, pushing forward so as not to leave Helena stewing.

"I don't know. I doubt they could find me as only Elizabeth knew my true identity. And I never set foot in New York again."

"So literally 1893."

Helena nods, the sour look on her face softening. "I'd thought to visit her grave but haven't found the courage."

"You should go. We could go together. It'll give you closure."

"You sound so certain."

"I know it will help. I've loved and lost, too, you know."

"Indeed, you have, my love," Helena says, then sighs heavy-heartedly. "What a pair we make."

"I think we're a good match," Myka says, tugging Helena back to lie flat again. "We could take our minds off it. Make some new, pleasant memories." She slips a hand under the tie of Helena's robe.

"You did make a promise earlier," Helena replies.

"And I always make good on my promises," Myka says, drawing the tie free, brushing a fingertip over newly exposed skin. Helena quivers and relaxes back, offering no resistance as Myka fulfills her word.

End of Episode 3

-TBC-

NOTES: According to the internet, the term "buggin'" was coined in New York City. The fourth elevator really did go missing during The Dakota renovations in the 1960's (pre-landmarking). Thank you to the library for being open so I could borrow books and down some facts as this got way more involved than I meant it to become (but that's part of the fun).

This story format is...in my head, I'm calling it "TV POV." If we were watching the show, we'd see things but not hear the character's thoughts, so that's what I'm going for, I think? Broad strokes and quicker resolutions due to the 45 minute-ish run time (or would this show be a 25 minute one? Hmm.) Let me know if that's not working at all. I mean these are obviously pastiches of content - the images come first then the stories materialize afterwards. They are supposed to be short and clippy - plenty of room for the reader to fill in the blanks - but this one got away from me! Also Tumblr keeps making the second image blurry and I can't figure out why...

#BERING AND WELLS #w13 #fan art #fan fiction #Myka Bering #Helena HG Wells #i guess this project is #me making prompts for myself in some way?#like i need more work to do...#but I do hope there's some joy in it for those of you out there reading!

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xiaomoxu · 4 years ago

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Lucien’s Rumors & Secrets – Season 2: 暗蚀 “Eclipse (Internal Erosion)”

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

Latest Rumors & Secrets from CN server which hasn’t been released in EN server. Contains detailed spoiler from the main story. It comes with Lucien’s Karma for Chapter 10-13 Season 2.

CHAPTER 1

Part.1

"Lucien, are you really anxious to go back?"

"Sorry, Professor Ren, I do have important matters in China."

"Then at least, let’s go for dinner after this.”

"I appreciate your kindness, but the time may be a little tight." Lucien smiled apologetically, "When you want to go back to China, let me do your favor. The research I mentioned earlier, I will start as soon as possible."

Part.2

Professor Ren watched him neatly put the things on the desk into the cardboard box, and sighed softly. From studying to becoming a member of this institute, Lucien is his most proud student. Both academic and work are hard to fault. He believed that Lucien could do well from scratch after returning to China, but...

"Well, I can't hold you back, but there is one more thing I must ask you."

Lucien stopped his hand movement, "You said."

Part.3

"We have known each other for several years, and I found that you are always alone no matter what. You are indeed much better than most people, but have you never thought about trying to let others into your world?"

"I understand that many things do depend on the strength of the team.”

Professor Ren shook his head, "I mean something outside of work, about yourself."

"Thank you for your concern, but for me, this is great now."

Part.4

After Lucien finished speaking, he continued to bow his head to pack his things. Professor Ren looked at him for a while and suddenly smiled.

"Forget it, I can't figure out what you young people are thinking, Lucien, in fact, everyone is a very good subject on their own, and you can study it if you have time.

Professor Ren smiled and patted Lucien on the shoulder, without saying more.

Part.5

The plane flew smoothly in the night sky, the lights in the cabin were turned off, and Lucien closed his book and closed his eyes to take a nap. In about ten minutes, light suddenly appeared in the pitch-black vision. Lucien fixed his eyes to distinguish it, and there seemed to be a field of flowers in front of him. The fine rain was lightly tapping the flowers. When he was about to turn around to take a look, a mass of warmth hit his back, and soon some kind of cool liquid was soaked his clothes. He turned his head and saw a girl burying her head on his back and whispering. The flower field behind her was stained with color because of her presence. The blue and purple hydrangea clusters trembling in the light rain, like a girl's intermittent breathing.

The plane bumped and awakened Lucien from his dream. He slowly opened his eyes, as if he could still smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

Part.6

It was the kind of lucid dream that he couldn't refuse. Even in light sleep, he would find a gap and get into his mind. He should have felt irritable, but the real color and temperature in the dream made him a little nostalgic.

Lucien subconsciously stroked his heart, waiting for his heartbeat to stabilize. It seems that there are some emotions that are rarely experienced. He wants to catch but can't catch it, so he can only try to figure it out a little bit patiently.

However, in a few hours, those familiar street scenes in the dream will appear in front of him.

He believes that he will find a way to solve the mystery here, or meet the girl in his dream who bring color.

CHAPTER 2

Part.1

The first independent research paper of the institute was successfully published. The researchers breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to celebrate. As the initiator of this research, Lucien naturally couldn't escape the celebration wine. On the way to the bar after work, the young researchers couldn't help whispering: Professor Lucien, who is always immersed in scientific research, has been to the bar, what is the amount of alcohol, and how will he deal with the girls who strike up?

Lucien followed the group of people and walked into the bar. The boss behind the bar saw him sharply, raised his hand to greet him, and then personally led everyone to a deck.

"Please sit down. It's quiet here. Professor Lucien specially asked me to reserve a place.

Part.2

Lucien motioned his colleagues to sit first. However, everyone hadn't recovered from the surprise, so he had to take a seat first and briefly explained.

"When I was not busy before, I would come to sit and chat with the guests here."

The boss handed over the wine list and followed Lucien's words smoothly.

"Who can you talk to Professor Lucien? I don't know how many people come to me every day to see him."

"The boss is joking, what really makes you linger is your special tone." Lucien handed the wine list to the colleagues around him. “Today, I invite everyone to drink whatever they want. "

Part.3

After a few glasses of wine, the researchers who usually don't drink much were a little drunk, Lucien also leaned on the back of the sofa, letting him relax for a while. In fact, he has no thoughts of celebration. This paper is just to make the research institute appear in a wider field of vision. It will be more convenient to be noticed by some necessary people in the future.

It was getting late, and Lucien found an excuse to leave temporarily and was going to settle the bill in advance. The boss was changing discs in the operating room, and the gentle jazz was flooding the bar. Lucien realized that the noise tonight had ended a little early.

Part.4

“It is raining heavily tonight, and it is estimated that not many people will come to play." The boss settled the bill quickly, and didn't forget to help Lucien get a discount. "A Foggy Day, Professor Lucien played this song when he first came here, did I remember correctly?"

Lucien smiled and nodded, and subconsciously looked at the glass window that was not far away. Late at night, the rain came quickly and violently. As long as someone opened the door, the wind that penetrated into the house would blow a string of aluminum film ornaments on the window up and down. The shattered reflections and the rain marks on the glass windows made the scene in the aftermath blurry.

The boss took out a paper towel for the guests to wipe off the rain, Lucien thought about it, and took one and folded it easily. An "experience" that had never been experienced before dragged his fingers, and soon folded out a paper crane.

Part.5

The boss caught a glimpse of what was in his hand and was about to say something, but he saw Lucien quickly take the paper crane apart again. On the recovered tissue, there was nothing but a few creases, but he stared at it for a long time.

"Professor Lucien?"

The boss's voice rang in his ears, Lucien finally recovered and withdrew his gaze.

"Sorry, I may have drunk a bit too much today."

Part.6

"Don't be greedy, you should rest early for scientific research."

Lucien nodded and thanked the boss, walked to the bathroom, and took a deep breath into the mirror. The moment he folded the paper crane, he suddenly thought that someone had left a wish related to him in it, and that was exactly what he wanted. He opened the paper crane and tried to capture the traces of this wish, but found nothing.

Some kind of hot and inexplicable pain wrapped his heartbeat. Is it drunk, or is it a lucid dream?

Part.7

At this moment, he really wanted to sleep, but it was not for rest, but for the dream to complete the broken picture. He had to admit that no matter how vigilant he was, he still couldn't ignore the existence in the dream. But chasing such a unknown thing is too risky, should I bet on it? The phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly, interrupting Lucien's thought. The girl's name appeared on the screen and congratulated him on his successful publication of the paper. He looked at the name and typed a few words almost without thinking. "where are you?"

Part.8

She responded quickly, saying that she was at home, and then asked him if he was okay. Lucien's fingers paused, and she quickly covered up her gaffe with other topics.

If there is any sign of reality in the nothingness in the dream, it is "color". He has only seen such a color in one person. Lucien put away the phone and made a decision quickly.

He wants to be closer to her, maybe it would be a good choice to be a neighbor.

CHAPTER 3

Part.1

On the second day, the atmosphere of the institute was a little bit wrong. Lucien greeted his colleagues as usual, but found that everyone's sights were a little dodge, only the intern Pete came over and asked him in a low voice

"Professor Lucien, do you have a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt, what's the matter?"

"That's good, we don't know how much you drink, and we are worried that we persuaded you to overdo it last night"

"No, I know my limit."

Part.2

He looked around the people in the office, probably because of a hangover, everyone seemed a little slouched. Lucien sighed lightly, turned and walked into the office.

Half an hour later, the researchers received Lucien's puffs. Professor Lucien ordered puffs, which sounded as weird as "Professor Lucien went to the bar". After looking at each other for a while, Pete was appointed by everyone again and sent Lucien's share into his office.

"Thank you."

Part.3

Lucien looked up from the information, took the paper bag that Pete handed him, and saw his hesitant expression.

"what's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing! It's just a bit of a surprise. For the first time I know you like sweets."

“At this time, energy needs to be replenished quickly to make follow-up and less mistakes on works." Lucien smiled faintly, took the pile of materials on hand and gave it to Pete after he finished eating, “copy it for me and send it to everyone."

Part.4

Pete hurriedly picked it up and was about to leave the office. Before closing the door, he glanced at Professor Lucien, who was full of energy behind his desk, and his admiration increased.

Lucien opened the paper bag only when Pete left.

The rich aroma burst into the nasal cavity instantly, making Lucien feel strange for a moment, but the choice just now did not make him feel unreasonable. It seems that this kind of sweets is also a "frequent customer" in this research institute.

Part.5

Lucien hesitated, took out the puff and tasted it, frowning slightly.

It's too sweet, not his favorite taste.

...But what kind of flavor does he like?

Obviously he doesn't eat sweets very much, but inexplicably preset the sweetness. Even when he sees tears, he also knows what kind of saltiness it is because he has felt it in the scenes that suddenly appeared.

Part.6

Lucien had long understood that they were not ordinary illusions, but he did not expect that he would even be influenced. He experienced many things he had never experienced before in these untouchable pictures, like a mirror image of a certain fact.

He suddenly realized that maybe he didn't have any favorite taste, but the tip of his tongue remembered the taste he tasted for the first time, which has since defined his cognition.

Once the taste is developed, it is difficult to change it.

CHAPTER 4

Part.1

Lucien stood under the lush camphor tree again.

This is the place he visits most often in his dreams. Perhaps it overlaps with the experience in reality. He once thought that the picture here would never change into a big snow, wheat field, camphor tree, and waiting alone under the tree little boy. But this time, the picture didn't unfold as he knew it: the white snow dissipated, revealing the golden wheat field, and under the camphor tree, besides myself when I was a child, there was also a little girl. She folded a colorful paper crane like a magic trick and gave it to him. He stretched out his hand to take it, and the colorful colors leaped in his pupils.

He heard the girl ask him in an expectant tone if he would come here to meet her tomorrow. It sounded like an appointment to ask a question, but he didn't hear his answer.

Part.2

The dream stopped abruptly, Lucien opened his eyes and moved his sore neck. The finger subconsciously stroked the inner pocket of the jacket, and the red peace knot was still placed there. He seems to have become accustomed to such subtle deviations, which has become a way for him to distinguish between dreams and dreams.

In the gloomy laboratory, the Dream Recorder was hibernating quietly, and Lucien's face was reflected on the darkened screen. This machine has been secretly tested for four years. No matter how fragmented the dreams recorded each time, Lucien will print out the records and keep them. Today these records have been very thick, but there are still no clues that can reveal the secrets of dreams.

Part.3

Lucien opened the piece of printing paper at random, which recorded a dream not long ago.

He remembered that in that dream he was sitting next to a hospital bed, holding one hand

Holding a girl’s hand, and holding a book in the other hand. The book reads "Dreaming and madness seem to have the same substance. Their mechanism is the same..."

Part.4

The emotion that always follows the girl in the dream is once again wrapped in the chest. It is a desire to understand, almost desperate, but there is often pity and contradiction. He can assume that these scenes are real, but he maintains constant doubts about such emotions.

No matter how difficult the predicament is, Lucien seldom feels fear. He doesn't understand what is worth standing still under that urgent will. Lucien sorted out his emotions and turned on the machine in front of him again.

In the face of a huge unknown, everyone has a moment of madness due to being overwhelmed, and perhaps his current state is also like this. But he did not deny these dreams, because they just proved that something irreversible had happened.

CHAPTER 5

Part.1

When Lucien handed the record to Hypnos, the latter's gaze stayed on him for a while.

"Ares...no, Professor Lucien. Your recent experiments seem to have become more frequent."

"I just want to improve efficiency."

"Do you really think these fragmented dreams are useful?"

" If you want to form a perfect picture, a piece of fragments can't be missing.." Lucien met his gaze. "At present, it seems that only I can help you spell out the perfect world you want.”

Part.2

Hypnos raised his mouth slightly, "Your style is still more like Ares."

"As long as the purpose can be achieved, identity does not matter." Lucien looked at the subway station not far away, and walked towards that side first. "I also look forward to your efficiency, Hypnos."

The empty subway moved slowly, carrying its first passenger to the spring that has yet to come.

Part.3

Lucien got out of the car and stepped into the familiar wheat field. There was a lonely figure under the lush camphor tree with a kite in his arms. Lucien looked at it for a while and walked over and sat beside the little boy. The little boy didn't seem surprised by his arrival, he didn't even turn his head. The two people sat side by side in silence for a long time, and the little boy finally spoke.

"Have you found the person in your dream?"

"Not sure yet."

"Can I see her again?"

“We will see it.”

Part.4

Confirming that the dream was stable enough, Lucien stood up with the trunk behind him, his vision suddenly lit up.

He raised his head and found that the snow in front of him was gone, leaving only an endless wheat field. Several kites were raised high, like carefree birds. This was not what he had seen in his dreams, so he stood there and didn't move.

The wind started, Lucien narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly felt his little finger hooked. He turned his head and saw a clear smiling face-- was his neighbor, "rival", the girl who always wanted to be vigilant in front of him and often did stupid things.

Part.5

She didn't seem to mind Lucien's dazed expression, she still looked at him with eyebrows and shook his fingers.

Is it her... Is it her? Is she making an appointment with him?

Lucien eagerly wanted to grab her hand, but before touching her, all the scenes in front of him suddenly disappeared.

The fragments of spring remained in his eyes, and were washed away by a blank white. The heavy snow still didn't stop.

Part.6

Lucien looked up at the luxuriant camphor tree on his side, feeling that it looked like a kind of solemn guardian. Before he found the key, he would never open the secret door to him easily. However, at this moment, he seems to see a certain corner of his heart that has been in the dust for a long time, so that the complex emotions born from dreams can be traced slightly.

He has always wanted to know where these pictures came from, how they are related to the deviation of the world, and who is the person in the unclear dream; and behind all these desires, it is hoped that these pictures exist for a long time.

Perhaps when he didn't realize it, there were already people visiting in his world. He will also want to place something on a certain person, such as an agreement that will not miss an appointment, or a watch over the sky.

Part.7

Lucien left the dream. When he opened his eyes on the subway, Hypnos was sitting not far away.

"How, is it the effect you want?"

"It's very stable, but there is still one area that needs adjustment." Lucien turned his head and looked at the train door. "In this dream, there is always a part that cannot be opened. I suspect that will be the key to the whole dream."

"I just restored this dream based on your records. If you can't open it yourself, I can't help it."

Part.8

"This is not my own dream. Someone will help me open it."

"What do you need me to do?"

Lucien pondered for a moment, raising his eyes to look at the person opposite.

"Create a condition where the door can be opened to welcome guests."

Hypnos raised the corners of his lips slightly, "It seems that Professor Lucien has already chosen someone in his heart."

Part.9

Lucien lowered his eyes, and some interesting memories flashed in his mind.

The shadow under the desk, ten boxes of "small syringes" that disappeared, and "Miracle Finder"

Whether intentionally or not, the girl had given him many excuses to approach her, and invited her to step into this illusory dream.

He is looking forward to what kind of new world she can open up.

---END---

I swear, every time I translate Lucien’s part, my heartache is getting worse. Please let him be happy for once!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Notes: I’m not planning to take another R&S after this (*/ω＼) Hope you guys enjoy reading this translation. Let me know if there’s a mistake ^^ THANK YOU~

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