#so it stands to reason it works the other way around

[peachesofteal]

more pizza girl

You're fucked.

It's the only way to explain how you feel, standing in the store, staring at bottles of liquor, wine, beer. You don't even know if this is the appropriate thing to do, but you've always seen it in shows, movies, so it must be, right?

You should have said no to this whole thing, should have told them you're busy, or you're working, or you had plans, but for some reason, you just knew they'd see through it. They'd call your bluff.

So here you were, staring at a rack of wine, trying to pick something to take to their house for dinner.

Even the thought is a marvel. You're not a complete shut in, you visit the few friends you have on occasion, your family, attend work functions, but this is different.

You know it is.

"Excuse me?" A petite old lady chirps at your shoulder, and you turn. "Do you need help?"

"Oh, um... no."

"You sure? It's just you've been standing here for almost thirty minutes." Fuck. 

"I'm fine." It comes out more assertive than you would have liked, and she backs away without another word. Great. 

You choose a six pack and book it out of there.

Their place is cozy. Not too small, not too big, clean and organized, orderly.

Except for the dog.

He's massive. 

And slobbery.

And... not for you.

Simon realizes immediately, and herds him away behind a baby gate, where he promptly slumps to the floor and closes his eyes, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth.

"He's..."

"Ye dinnae have to say cute. We know he's not."

"He's a mutt," Simon tells you, placing a bowl of something hot on the table, "but he's ours. Rescued him an' everything. Never liked pets but... found him on the street an' for some reason couldn't leave him behind."

"That's so sweet." He shrugs, Johnny rolls his eyes.

"Didnae tell me a thing. Just came home with a giant slobbering bear." You eye the table and it's three chairs, suddenly overflowing with anxiety. Which one should you pick? Which ones are theirs? Do they sit next to each other? Doesn't someone always sit at the head of the table? "Take a seat wherever," Johnny coaxes but you remain frozen, avoiding their eyes.

A hand folds over your shoulder with gentle, careful pressure, and warmth. "This one." Simon urges you towards the one in the middle, and you relax, grateful.

"Sorry." You mumble, but Johnny reaches across the table and squeezes your hand.

"Ye dinnae have anything to be sorry for. We're really happy you came."

"I... I'm glad I came too." The admission tries to stick in your throat before you force it free, and they reward you with soft smiles.

"Let's eat then."

Dinner passes in a breeze. It's so easy to sit with them, be around them. Involved in their conversation but comfortable enough to bow out of it too, and just listen. They're very good at navigating it, knowing when to stop and go, when to ask you something, and when to move on.

"If you want to stay for a bit, we were thinking about watching a movie. Afraid we're not really exciting." Simon calls over his shoulder, unfolding his glasses and slipping them on his face.

"Oh." Just do it, do it, do it- "Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah but no... nothing scary. I can't do those." Johnny jerks his head towards the couch.

"Nothin' scary."

Simon doesn't give you the opportunity to stress over the seating arrangement this time, and points immediately to the left side of the couch. "The button down on the side will extend the footrest, and it can lean all the way back."

"Wow." Johnny settles on the other side, and Simon takes up an overstuffed armchair to your right.

Lots of distance. You kind of feel sad about it.

Your eyelids start to droop after an hour, and no matter how hard you fight it, you're in a losing battle. "I think I should go home." You mumble, and Simon pauses the screen.

"You alright?"

"I'm falling asleep." You don't make any moves to get up, instead curling in closer, tucking your hands under your cheek. The room is warm, the couch is soft, and the dog is snoring, which is comforting, in a weird way. "Should call an uber."

"We'll drive ye."

"No, no... I'm-" you yawn. You don't want to move, and when no one says anything, you let your eyes close for a few minutes. Just a few minutes.

In the dark, who knows what time or how many minutes or hours later, a blanket is tucked around your shoulders, shoes slipped off your feet, and someone strokes your cheek, trailing up over your forehead and away, lingering briefly.

"Sleep tight sweet girl."

[4zayne]

𐙚 — you look just like a dream.

⟢ summary: headcanons of zayne as your boyfriend!

꒰ pairing ꒱ : zayne (love and deepspace) x fem!reader

꒰ word count ꒱ : 417 (short again..)

author's note 𑁤 : zayne my baby 😭 i love him so much and had to do some hcs for him too :3 lmk if you'd like to see more of these for the others! i'm gonna try and get some more stuff out trust <3

zayne loves shopping with you (despite how long you guys shop for and the amount of bags you leave with). he loves buying you things, whether it be cute clothes, jewelry, food. he just enjoys seeing your pretty smile.

zayne always has his guard down around you. he finds himself vulnerable when he’s with you, it’s like all walls and barriers disappear and he can just be himself and enjoy your company without having to worry about anything.

zayne reluctantly goes to cat cafes with you whenever you pass by one. he’s not very good with cats and they often run away from him, but it’s the opposite with you. they seem to love you, and they don’t mind him when your around so he supposes it's not that bad. 

zayne helps blowdry your hair after you shower, making you stand still in front of the bathroom mirror while still in your bathrobe. he enjoys doing these little things for you, it’s the least he can do since you’re so good to him.

zayne is always keeping an eye on you. mostly for health related reasons since sometimes you forget to take your medicine or don’t keep up with your weekly checkups. and when that happens, he’s often scolding you and making sure you take your medication on time and setting alarms on your phone so you don’t miss your appointments. 

zayne also knows when you’re on your period. once learning about your menstrual cramps and whatnot due to research and prior knowledge of it, as well as your mood swings, he’ll already have stuff prepared for you. pads, chocolate, red date tea, a heating pad: you name it. he’ll also massage your stomach whenever certain remedies don’t work or when he just wants to, just being next to you to comfort you and help you feel better is enough for him. 

zayne loves taking late night strolls with you. when it’s cold outside and you’ve forgotten your gloves at home, he’ll slip your hand into his pocket while holding your hand in his own. enjoying the scenery of the city, the bright lights, the way they reflect off your eyes, that happy expression on your face when you see a food stand with a delicious menu. it reminds him of how lucky of a man he is to have you, a man with a heart that constantly suffers from a great frost that you manage to melt with your warm touch. you're his dream come true.

© 4zayne do not reuse or translate without my permission!

[cassianaries]

Can you do reader x luigi where they are best friends and are lying on her bed and theres soooooo much tension and they finally fuck and its sooooo cute cus hes so gentle and sweet but also its super hot because shes never been eaten out before and its awesome!!! Plspslslslss full length!!!

The Space Between - Luigi Mangione x reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI - smut, swearing.

Author's note: Thank you for the request. I hope you all like this! Let me know what you think or if you have any more requests.

Word count: 2,895

It was Friday night and there was no other place Y/N wanted to be than in her apartment. While others got ready for a night on the town dressed in their best, Y/N was currently in her pajamas. Her apartment was clean, she ordered takeout, she had several candles illuminating her apartment, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere she was after. She had her favorite movie queued up, this was her definition of a perfect Friday night. Her friend group invited her out to a night of copious drinking and karaoke, but she politely declined. Her night was planned eat her dinner and dessert while watching several of her favorite movies, do her nightly routine, and be in bed with a good book by 9:30 and fall asleep.

She always planned her Friday nights, its what gets her through her week. When she's bored at work she'll create a list of movies/tv shows she wants to watch, make note of that restaurant she saw on Postmates that looked good that she decides she will order from, Y/N has always been a planner, and she doesn't mess around about her Friday nights in. Her Friday night went on without a hitch, the movies she chose were always good, of course they were they were her comfort movies. The dinner she had that night from a local Thai place was delicious that she finished it 30 minutes into her first movie, and the chocolate chip cookies she made were baked to perfection.

It was now 9:30, on the dot she finished her skincare routine and was not in bed with her book in her hand and the book light being the only source of light illuminating her room. She sighed, content with how her enjoyable her Friday night was. Just as she was sinking into bed, there was a knock at her apartment door.

She shuffled out of bed, dragging her feet annoyed and seemingly on the verge of throwing a tantrum. She looked through the peep hole to see Luigi, she opened the door with a huff, "What do you want?"

He let out a breath smiling, his upbeat energy annoyed Y/N, she just wanted to read her book in bed, in her cozy warm bed. But no. She was standing at the threshold of her apartment door, there was a cold draft, she was tired, annoyed and Luigi was smiling. He was dressed in white basketball shorts and a plain blue shirt. He had on his black nike sneakers and he still smiling holding a book in his hand. She wanted to smack him with the book that was in his hand- wait, why is he carrying a book? No, she thought. He better not- I swear to God. If he's here for the reason that I think he is here I'm going to--

"I thought I'd stop by and join your coveted Friday night reading sessions," he replied brightly walking past her into her apartment and making his way into her room. It took her a second to realize he'd just charmed his way into her apartment, she quickly slammed the door and locked in, making her way to her bedroom. When she arrived at her bedroom door, he had already removed his shoes, turned on her bed side lamp, and was laying on the other side of her bed.

"Do you have an extra book light?" he asked casually. She was frozen at her door, still in a state of disbelief. He ignored the look of shock on her face, when Y/N finally picked her jaw off the ground she sputtered, "W-what you want a- what are you doing here Lu?" she finally asked.

"I'm here to read with you. You never want to go out with us on Friday nights and you seem to love what you do on Friday telling us about it the next day so I thought I'd join. It seems like a perfect evening. What movies did you watch?" he asked casually.

Luigi and Y/N's other friends have a group chat that is very chaotic, no one ever really reads what she writes unless it's something important or a direct question. So what she's done ever since Y/N started her 'Friday night tradition' is recap what she did for her coveted Friday night. Y/N provides a daily recap of the night; what movies/shows she watched, what she ate, and what book she read in bed. No one ever interacted with her Friday night recaps, so she just assumed they either skimmed it or didn't read it. But Luigi being himself, of course he read it and invited himself to the silent reading portion of the night.

Y/N sighed, "I didn't think you actually read my recaps."

He looked up at her and said very seriously, "Of course I did, you're my friend I like hearing about what you're up to."

Before Y/N could kick him out he interjected, "Look, if I really am going to ruin your Friday night, I can leave. I just thought it could be fun to read together and maybe even discuss and show each other what we're reading."

How could she tell him to leave? He looked up at her with his book in his lap, ankles crossed, and with a look of genuine excitement. Y/N kneeled down to open the bed side table drawer, and handed him a book light. He had the biggest smile on his face as she made her way to her side of the bed. They both sat in silence reading your books. Y/N opted for a romance novel and Luigi was reading a historical fiction book. The room was silent except for the occasional turning of a page and the sounds of the city outside her bedroom window.

An hour into the reading session, Y/N had slumped further into her bed. She could feel a pair of eyes on her and she turned to face Luigi. He was staring at her, the goofy smile from earlier no longer on his face. His gaze was softer than she'd ever seen, it was almost careful.

"Why are looking at me like that?" she asked placing her book off to the side. She noticed his book wasn't even open, it laid flatly on his chest.

"When you read, you mouth the words," he replied absentmindedly.

"Okay," she laughed. "And what about it?"

"It's adorable," he replied.

She cleared her throat unsure of how to respond, but decides on a quick 'thanks' under her breath. She tries to go back to reading, but the interaction created a tension in the air that changed the entire mood of the night. She was unsure of how to act, how to respond, what to even-think. Her other friends in their friend group would mention how Luigi was different with her and she would just say he's like that with everyone, it's Luigi he's kind. But her friends would point out the lingering stares or how he would always have her attention, how when he made a joke he always looked to her for approval. It was subtle, but it was there. And this moment solidified it for her.

She never wanted to confront it because she liked being friends with Luigi, she never really had a lot of friends before meeting this core group she had now. He was the friend she prayed for. Attentive, caring, thoughtful. Not that her other friends were, but with Luigi it was just different. If she said something and no one heard it, he would say it loudly so that they would hear. If she wanted to go somewhere no one else wanted to go, he would go with her so she wouldn't go alone. If she said something and no one acknowledged it, he would. She never wanted to mess that up or lose that by pursuing something more than a friendship with him.

"Luigi-" she started.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked.

"What if-" she began.

"It won't change anything, I promise. You'll have me, no matter what happens, you'll always have me. I'm always going to be here." He replied softly.

She nodded.

"Y/N, I need you to say it."

"You can kiss me Lu," she whispered.

He was shaking, she could sense his nervousness as he maneuvered to face her. She had moved to be nearer to him He was now in front of her his hands cradling her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek. She like this, she leaned into his touch. He leaned forward and she met him halfway, their lips moved slowly. Luigi sighed into the kiss as if he finally let out a breath he'd been hold for far too long. Y/N pulled away smiling, and quickly pecked his lips causing Luigi to smile.

Y/N leaned forward and initiated another kiss and deepening it, she wants this. She wants Luigi. She made it very clear when she straddled him, he let out a groan pulling away. "Are you sure?" he asked. She was now grinding against him hoping that would answer his question, he placed his hands on her hips to stop her movements, she groaned in protest hiding her face in his neck. He pulled her back so that he could look at her, moving the hair out of her face so that he could see her.

"Baby- I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say you want this," he said panting.

She nodded her head quickly, "Yes Lu, please."

"How do you like it?" he asked. "What's off the table?"

"Nothing, do what ever you want to me Lu, I don't care just touch me please" she said desperately.

"Okay, tell me if it's too much." he replied kissing her lips before flipping her over she yelped in shock and he laughed kissing her lips hungrily. He moved to her neck and when he surfaced again and she could see his face, something changed. Luigi looked more serious, he wasn't smiling anymore.

"Open," was all he said.

Y/N obliged. She opened her mouth sticking out her tongue. Luigi spit in her mouth, "Swallow it" was all he said. She did as she was told and opened her mouth to show him she had obeyed.

"Good girl," he replied. "Good fucking girl."

He began removing her pajamas and she laid naked in front of him, there was something about having him completely clothed and her fully naked in front of him on display. His eyes explored every inch of her body, "You're so beautiful" he replied breathlessly. Y/N began to sit up to remove his clothing, but he pushed her back onto the bed causing her to bounce a bit. "Did I say you could touch me?" he asked his voice more stern and dominant. "No," she replied softly.

He slapped her cheek lightly and gripped her chin, his thumb was near the corner of her mouth, she took hold of his wrist and put his thumb in her mouth sucking lightly. She removed his thumb and looked up at him, "I'm sorry daddy," she replied. The domineering look in his face faltered as his jaw slacked, he ripped his thumb away from her mouth and began tearing off his clothing as if they were on fire.

Their mouth and hands took turns exploring each other's body leaving her moaning his name and calling him 'daddy' and begging him to fuck her already which she learned he loved being called that. She was gripping his biceps when she felt him teasing the entrance of her pussy with his fingers, she moaned trying to move her hips to speed up the movement. His middle finger was playing with her entrance and the wet noises from her pussy filled the room.

"Whose this pussy belong to?" he asked continuing his cruel teasing.

"Yours," she replied breathlessly her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes and tell me who this pussy belongs to," he replied slowly and sternly.

She opened her eyes and choked out, "Yours-" thats when he slammed his fingers into her and kept them there. She let out a yelp and cry of relief. He began moving his fingers in and out her pussy, the sounds of her wetness and her moans filling the room. He didn't stop, he place his left hand on the space above her pussy and below her navel to create pressure and it made the sensation even more enjoyable. Where the hell did he learn that? she thought to herself. She was moaning and screaming his name has he continued to please he with his fingers, she tried to stimulate her clit but he pushed her hand away and said something about it being his job to please her, she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. The next thing she knew she squirted and she screamed from relief.

She heard Luigi groan and she opened her eyes as her chest moved up and down rapidly that she had soaked her bed and his chest. His perfectly sculpted chest was drench in her wetness. She closed her legs and her hand covered her mouth in shock, Luigi looked at her and then looked down at his chest. They didn't say anything for what felt like hours to her.

"Open your legs baby, I need to fuck you," he replied hurridly.

She obliged, he leaned down spit on her pussy, slapping it. A bit sensitive, Y/N yelped in shock and moaned in pleasure as his cock slammed into her. He held onto her hips as he continued to fuck her into the mattress.

"Are you going to come again for me?" he asked moving one of his hand's from her hips to grip her breast. Y/N was fucked out. She couldn't respond, but Luigi was a talker. He asked her again gripping her chin with his thumb and index finger, "Hey- are you going to come for me again?" he asked more sternly.

"Yes, I'm going to come" she replied breathlessly.

"No one's ever made you squirt like that huh?" he asked.

"No one has, you're the only one" she replied.

"Fuck-" he groaned picking up speed. Her breasts were swaying back and forth from the force of his thrusts, she could tell he was close.

"You're the only one whose ever made me squirt Lu, you're the only one" she replied holding one of his hands, he intertwined their fingers.

"Y/N fuck- fuck I'm coming-- I'm comin- Y/N I-" he couldn't even get the sentence out and Y/N wouldn't had even heard it as the blood rushed to her ears as she came hard. He collapsed on top of her their chests rising and falling rapidly. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, caressing the hair at the name of his neck. He lifted up his head to look at her, his signature Luigi smiled plastered on his face. It was a contrast to who he was minutes ago slapping her face and condescendingly nodding when asking her if his cock felt good inside of her.

"Was that okay?" he asked. He was overthinking, typical Luigi.

"Yes baby that was more than okay, I think me coming twice proves that" she replied amused at his look of shyness.

"Okay I just wasn't sure if you'd be into me being rough and I didn't want to hurt you and I-" she cut him off by kissing him.

She pulled away, "I'm fine, I loved it." she replied sweetly and he smiled shyly embarrassed and replied with an 'okay good' under his breath, she could see a proud smile forming on his face.

"So how are we going to explain us to the others?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, maybe we can get a cake or something and write 'Hey we did it' and present it to them." she said.

"That's a good idea" he replied truthfully. Y/N always liked how he got her humor. "But first we need to go to CVS" he replied.

"Why?" Y/N asked.

"To get the cake and a Plan B. They have cake at CVS?" he asked making his way to her side of the bed picking her up bridal style. Y/N let out a yelp in shock.

"They don't have cake at CVS," she replied dryly.

"Okay we'll get the Plan B tonight and we'll wake up early and stop by the bakery." Luigi replied.

"You're sleeping over I assume?" Y/N asked lifting her eyebrows as Luigi continued walking in the direction of the bathroom.

"Of course I am baby, it's going to be our Friday night tradition and make sure you let the group chat know how this Friday night was I want to hear a full breakdown, review, and rating of tonight's events." Luigi said enthusiastically.

"Lu I am not telling them that we slept together and I sure as hell am not rating it" Y/N replied shocked.

Luigi replied, "I'm kidding baby, but I would like some one on one feedback if you don't mind" he replied wiggling his eyebrows and laughing as he lead them into the shower.

[taffywabbit]

I've been thinking about this song a lot again since yesterday, and if you'll indulge me in being overly wordy and a bit sentimental, I kinda wanna share some of my thoughts here:

so I alluded to this a bit while rambling on bluesky earlier, but early in the process of composing this song I REALLY wanted it to have lyrics. I tried writing some, and having looked at them again this morning, frankly they're kinda garbage and I stand by my decision to scrap them and let the music just speak for itself. but I only really wanted to write lyrics in the first place because I got ONE specific line (and subsequently a chorus, or at least one version of it) stuck in my head and wanted the rest of the song to kinda revolve around it.

the scrapped verses were sorta loosely about how, when you're younger, you tend to have a very straightforward and simple sense of optimism and justice - kids generally believe that things WILL just work out somehow, and often have surprisingly obvious and on-point responses when they learn about societal issues, but adults will often talk down to them and tell them they just don't understand how the real world works yet. and as you get older, that optimism gets conflated heavily with childlike naivety and kinda gets metaphorically beaten out of a lot of people over time, until they're just kinda consigned to the status quo and thinking of societal problems being too large/permanent for them to fix or influence.

this song was meant to embody a sense of rebellious optimism - a stubborn belief that we have a say in the kind of world we live in, and furthermore that our inner child would never forgive us for shrugging and giving up now that we're finally Adults and Adults are supposed to be the ones with the power to actually Fix Things. it was meant to evoke some nostalgia too, sure - thus the title "Grass Stains", which came from the scrapped first verse about childhood, and also just the general musical style being reminiscent of pop punk music I really liked as a kid and still tend to associate with summertime and old video games from that era. but more than that, I wanted to convey the idea that, sooner or later, we have to stop waiting for the Adults to decide how to fix things and get a hand on the ball ourselves; the idea that growing up should empower us, not make us cynical and detached and too tired to care anymore.

anyways, I will spare you most of the unfinished lyrics because I really do promise they're not interesting or good at all, but here's the chorus part and the specific last line that I was really fixated on back then and (for reasons that are probably not hard to imagine) thinking a lot about again now:

you keep pacing

so sullenly facing

away from the task left to you

why can't you see it?

if you want hope, then be it

those gears aren't just going to move

you gotta change the world, before it changes you

so yeah. shit's rough out there right now. shit's been rough for a while and it's gonna continue being rough for the foreseeable future. like I mentioned in the original caption, i wrote this song when I was feeling pretty awful (both mentally and physically, actually - I'm pretty sure I had covid for the second time when I made this lol) and needed something to perk up my mood, and it... kinda worked honestly? and now when I listen to it again I still kinda get a boost from it, especially if I let myself think back to the original message I was trying to imbue it with. it's hard for me to feel totally hopeless or unmotivated while I'm listening to it, and I hope that energy sorta comes through for other people too (though I would obviously be just as happy that people like the music I made anyways, without deeper context or ideas attached to it).

I guess i just wanna say this: remember that the world's gonna change one way or another, but your contributions to it are never meaningless, and their absence would be felt. and you also have the power to embolden and support those around you to become a stronger force for good together. the only real way to fail in all of this is to give up and lay down and let whatever happens wash over you, to believe them when they treat you like you're too small to be a threat or a challenge. and even if you don't believe your efforts matter to anyone else, let them matter to you. if you want hope, then be it. strive to be a force for good in spite of all opposition, and that goodness will in turn continue to propel you forwards.

ok I think that's about as sappy I can stand to be, I'm going to bed lol

hey i finished a new song!! check it out!!

my prompt for starting this was essentially "i'm in a bad mood and i want to make music that'll fix that". apparently what that translated to was whatever genre "music that would make 9-year-old me think they could do a backflip off the swings at the park" is, but like... it DID cheer me up? so, mission accomplished? i hope you enjoy it too!

♫ made with OpenMPT! ✎ cover art by me!

[munsonsmixtapes]

Take a Shot

shy!eddie x fem!reader

You work at the bar Eddie frequents all of your flirting always seems to go right over his head until one night, you're honest with him.

cw: hurt/comfort, mention of alcohol

The bar is hazy when Eddie and Robin enter it, a loud country song playing through the speakers. This isn’t either of their scene, but it’s right across the street from their apartment and tonight they could use a drink. But the real reason why Eddie wanted to be there is behind the bar, taking orders. Your bright smile shines from where he’s standing and he’s immediately hypnotized by you. 

He doesn’t even like this place or its vibe, but you’re there so he’s going to suck it up. He’s been coming in every night for almost a month and has yet to make a move on you like he so badly wants to. He doesn’t know why you’re so intimidating, but you are. You’re just so pretty and those low cut tops you wear make his brain short circuit. 

He’s actually going to ask you out tonight. That’s the whole reason why he brought Robin. He wanted Steve, but he’s sick so this will just have to do, he supposes. He’s seen you make small talk with Robin on more than one occasion so he’s hoping that this will work in his favor. He had Robin pull some tarot cards before the two of them left just to be sure. 

“She’s going to say ‘yes’,” Robin tells him while giving his arm a nudge, pulling him out of his daze. He shakes his head and turns to her, not quite believing her hopeful smile. “I hope this makes you feel better coming from me since I play for an entirely different team, but you’re hot, okay?” 

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He wraps his arm around her shoulder and pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek that she’s immediately disgusted by.

“Good, because that actually made me feel a little sick so I will definitely never be saying that again.” She wipes her cheek on her shoulder before leading Eddie to the bar. They take seats on the stools and as soon as you come over to greet them, he freezes. 

He’s never felt this way before and he’s honestly unsure why this is happening. Why he completely shuts down when you’re around. He can usually at least somewhat flirt with a woman, but with you, none of his sentences make sense and he ends up just floundering. That’s really the reason why he brought Robin along. He can’t even fucking order a drink when he looks into your pretty eyes. 

“Hey handsome,” you wink at him and he still just stares at you, wondering how you always somehow look so beautiful in the weird bar lighting. “Jack and Coke?” You ask and all he can do is nod. You then turn to Robin who gives you a knowing look, the two of you able to communicate with just a look.

“And a Texas margarita for ya Rob?” 

“Yes ma’am,” she nods. 

You head to the other side of the bar to make their drinks and Eddie watches as if you’ve hypnotized him somehow. Robin looks at you then at him before shaking her head. He’s a lost cause at this point and she had no fucking clue how he’s going to ask you out when it seems like all of the words in the English language seem to float out of his brain when he’s around you. 

She’s considering ordering a round of shots to give him some liquid courage because he clearly needs it. She’s honestly very close to just hiding out in the bathroom so he’ll have no choice but talk to you because Robin cannot take one more night of your very obvious flirting going over the man’s head. The whole thing is just painful to watch. 

“One Jack and Coke,” you set the drink in front of Eddie. “And a Texas margarita.” The other drink is set in front of Robin and you stand there, hoping, waiting for something but Eddie’s not sure what. He just sips on his drink, the most oblivious man in the world. 

“Y’all keeping that tab open?” 

The awkward tension is palpable and you’re wondering if you maybe read it wrong and Eddie actually hates you despite what Robin told you. He never talks to you and when he does, it’s one word responses which just seems like he just doesn’t want to talk to you. 

It’s a shame, really, because you think he’s cute and when you see him interact with Robin or Steve, he’s all jokes and laughs. Part of you wants to just come out and ask him, but you’re not even sure if he’ll give you a straight answer. It seems like he wants nothing to do with you and if so, that’s perfectly fine with you.

“Yep,” Robin nods, taking a sip of her drink before hopping off the stool. “Well, I’m gonna go to the restroom. Y’all feel free to talk amongst yourselves.” She winks at you before heading down the hallway where the bathrooms are located. 

You almost want to call after her, but she’s gone before you can, leaving you alone with Eddie who seems very interested in fiddling with the straw wrapper that was left on the bar. You’re glad that you’re not stupid enough to actually believe her since Robin will stop at nothing to try to set you up with Eddie. This all just a scheme to get the two of you alone, well, as alone as you can be when you’re in a bar where other customers are present. 

The awkward tension is palpable without Robin’s presence and you’re scrambling trying to find something, anything to say that would interest him. Not that he’ll respond because he never does no matter what he says. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, and check on your other customers, he actually speaks up. 

“You don’t have to do this anymore,” he says, almost like he’s unimpressed and now you’re worried that you blew it, that all of these weeks of flirting will have all been for nothing. 

“Do what?” You ask even though there’s only one thing that he could be talking about. You just want to hear him say it. The verbal confirmation that he’s not interested so you can move on. 

“This,” he motions between the two of you, referring to you then him, trying to show that he’s talking about the two of you. “You don’t have to keep flirting with me just to appease Robin.” 

Now you’re really confused. You don’t know what he’s talking about. You were never flirting with him to appease Robin. Sure, she’s been trying to set the two of you up, but you’d never flirt with someone else just to make your friend happy. That’s just a waste of everyone’s time. 

You let out a laugh, one that’s probably a little too loud and now Eddie’s cheeks have gone pink. You’re laughing and he’s even more embarrassed than he was before. He’s getting up to leave but you stop him before he can get too far, reaching across the bar to grab hold of his wrist. 

His eyes widen at your touch and you quickly let go, worried that you’ve crossed a boundary. Before he can leave, though, you’re quick to grab a napkin and a marker, scribbling down your number before handing it to him, watching his eyebrows furrow as he looks down at the thing.

“I like you, okay? You’re sweet and smart and very easy on the eyes. Look, I know you’re a man of few words, but you should call me sometime. I’d love to know your thoughts on Lord of the Rings. I’ll be home by one so I’m expecting a call from you,” you wink then turn on your heel, heading to the other side of the bar to tend to the other customers. 

Eddie stares at you for a split second then pays his tab before hurrying home so he can thoroughly plan out what he’s going to say when he calls you. He’s pretty sure that not seeing you will make him significantly less nervous. As soon as he gets to his room, he writes a script for himself so he won’t sound like an idiot.

When you get home that morning, sure enough, there’s a message on your answering machine, Eddie rambling on about how he’s read all the books and seen the movies more times than he can count. He then goes on to tell you the changes that were made in the movie that he liked and what he didn’t. The message has to be at least ten minutes long, but you listen to it three times as you snuggle up in your bed, preparing to give Eddie a call which will definitely only be the first of many.

[blackmoonoracle]

PICK A CARD

What is your Soul's Purpose?

PILE ONE

You are meant to be connecting with others and helping them unveil their personal mysteries & to uncover your own mysteries in the way you are connecting with others.

You bring people together, and you are a loyal and loving friend. Something about this lifetime for you has a huge focus on community, perhaps some of you are humanitarians! You feel called to fight for the rights of humanity, or you are someone who stands up for the proverbial little guy.

You are here to empower yourself & others and maintain balance in the world and in the universe. You exist as a beacon of healing & destruction.

If someone approaches you with the wrong intentions they probably tend to get their shit wrecked severely. You are a highly spiritual being that keeps balance in the world around you both spiritually & physically.

Your confidence and zest for the healing of humanity is meant to spark true change and healing into others & into the collective consciousness overall.

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Channeled signs:

♏♒♌♎

7h 8h 10h 11h Saturn, Jupiter, Sun, & mercury

Lilith in Scorpio

Aquarius or Sag MC

Flyleaf - all around me

Cloves

Star anise in Soup

Fingerless knitted gloves

Ducks

Crystal wine glasses

Living near nature

Rain boots

Wooden flutes

PILE TWO

You guys are most certainly my psychics, witches, & spiritualists.

You are very gifted pile two, you have an innate ability to channel and communicate with the other side. I'm hearing hades, so some of you could work with Hades or perhaps you are strongly connected to the dead. You are meant to serve as a point of connection between the physical and spiritual realms. In fact, you may have only reincarnated into this lifetime to fulfill or complete this purpose.

Your life purpose is divinely guided & your soul has gone through many trials and tribulations in order for you to reach this point. It is important to have gratitude, while you may feel like your attempts to reach your pathway are being blocked ultimately the tides will change. I'm hearing a message around bitterness here, check yourself before you wreck yourself I heard 😭😭 someone's ancestors seriously want them to let go of a very snarky or bitter mindset they're carrying towards other people.

This pathway is not meant to define you as better or more worthy than others. It is not a tool to put yourself on a pedestal above other people, you are here to HELP and SERVE the people. (Within reason, boundaries are important and you are meant to be a spiritual practitioner or leader of some kind so it isn't that you don't have spiritual authority it's about learning to properly embody that authority without allowing unnecessary human constructs to get in the way of your purpose as you have allowed to happen in previous lives) Don't get caught up in human emotion & experiences. Remember, you're here for a reason.

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Channeled signs: ♏♐♒♌♓

5h, 9h, 8h

Pisces sun/moon, Capricorn rising, aquarius rising

Danny Brown

A brown leather notebook with a strap buckle to close it with

Keys/hekate

Demonolatry/Goetia

Black nail polish

Scratching post

PILE THREE

So, part of your souls purpose in this lifetime is very interesting. This is something to do with unlocking or uncovering an ancestral secret or even an ancestral gift or possibly for some a curse. Perhaps even both, you are here to help people uncover their lingering darkness.

Your soul has a beautiful gift, the gift of compassion and healing. Your compassion & open mind allows for people to release what no longer serves them. You are here to help people live in their authenticity & to live in your OWN authenticity. There is a lot of money to be made in this lifetime, perhaps you are meant to be well known or well respected. You are someone who will be recognized in some way, you will do a lot of great things with this gift & you already have. You are here to heal, to uncover truth, and to stand in YOUR TRUTH. Unapologetically, in many lifetimes before this and even in this lifetime you may have been silenced or shamed.

People may react very strongly to you as well, you could feel as if you are doing more harm than good and this isn't true. Those who do not have good & pure intentions towards you crying wolf when they get their shit rocked is not your fault or your problem. The lies, smear campaigning, and manipulations these people are doing will backfire as you rise from the ashes.

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Channeled signs: ♒♏♍♓♐

Migos

Puzzles, board games, club penguin

Early internet/y2k aesthetic

It girl/dress to impress

The Empress

11:11

13 going on 30

Out of body experiences

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Jamaai Ghar Aaye ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆

Summary: Lando and you go back home from your honeymoon. You hadn't realised how much your parents had changed in that short period of time.

⤑ ln x desi!reader 𔓘

⤑ fluff 𔓘

masterlist ☾☼

marrying lando had been a dream come true. it was something you hadn't expected, but god, you were glad it happened.

now, after not only getting married, but being back to india, to your city after your honeymoon really made you realise just how real the relationship was. the two of you had planned to stay in india for a week with your family, before going to monaco. lando had to begin with his training soon, and you had to get back to work. it worked out well for you.

standing just outside the airport, you quickly spotted your cousin's car, and the two of you dragged your bags over. your cousins stepped out, hugging the both of you, and put the bags in the trunk.

lando and you climbed into the back seat, where you rearranged the bags to sit in the middle, closer to where lando was against the window.

he immediately wrapped an arm across your shoulder and you leaned into him, holding his hand, enjoying the way your red bangles clinked against each other. he pressed a distracted kiss against your temple, his attention on the people outside as your cousin made his way out of the airport pick up and drop.

"so, how was the honeymoon?" your cousin in the passenger seat asked, turning from his seat.

you brightened up, and leaned forward to tell him all kinds of stories. your hands moved animatedly, and every now and then, lando chimed in with a part that you missed.

"are you pregnant yet?" your cousin asked.

your cousin in the driver's seat coughed loudly as he tried to hide his laugh, and you glared at him. smacking your cousin's arm, you said, "what kind of question is that?"

"what? the only reason you can have sex is if you're trying to get pregnant!"

lando laughed, "mate, how many kids do you have?"

"shut up! i don't have sex that often!"

"sure you don't," your husband responded, still chuckling.

"hey, stay out of my sex life!"

"you stay out of ours then! no no, better yet, stay out of your baby sister's sex life, unless you want me to tell you all about how i made her c-"

"no, no, no, no shut up! i don't want to know! i don't care! stop talking!"

everyone in the car burst out laughing. serves your cousin right.

all four of your phones buzzed at the same time, and you checked the notification. your mom was asking in the family group if you and lando were on your way yet. quickly clicking on the camera icon on whatsapp, and setting it on selfie mode, you snapped a picture of you and lando making goofy faces.

sending the picture, you let your family know that you were about five minutes away. all you got was a thumbs up in response.

tuning back into the conversation happening in the car, you realised that your cousin from the driver's seat was talking.

"there's a full daawat at home,"

"what's a daawat?" lando asked you softly.

"it's like a full meal. multiple types of starters and main dishes and desserts. that kind of thing," you responded, just as softly.

"why is there a daawat?" lando asked, his question directed towards your cousins. the confusion was obvious in his voice, and despite him slightly butchering up the pronunciation of the word, you still appreciated it.

your cousin looked at lando from the rear view mirror and smirked, "jamaai ghar aaye hai,"

before lando could ask, your cousin parked the car in the allotted parking space, and the four of you got out of the car.

lando fussed around with the bags, insisting on taking out all the local sweets that he had handpicked from your honeymoon.

"baby, we can give it to them once we go inside,"

lando shook his head, already holding the pile of boxes, "no. we gotta give them now. what's that thing you say when you buy chocolates or a bottle of wine or something when we go to someone's house?"

you bit your lip, trying to hide your smile as you said, "khaali haath kisi ke ghar nahi jaate?"

"bang on," lando said, and walked towards the front door.

your cousins followed behind him with the suitcases, grumbling about their weight.

before you could even reach the door, your parents stepped out, arms wide and smiling. seeing them instantly filled you with joy, and you opened your arms as well to hug them. your parents sidestepped you, and hugged your husband, taking the boxes from his hands and dumping them in your open arms, as they quietly chatted for a bit.

you frowned, and watched as your husband leaned down and pressed his hand to your parents' feet before touching that hand to his chest.

well, at least sanskaar acche sikhaaye hai tumne.

your cousins laughed behind you, but you ignored them.

settling the boxes, you greeted all your aunts and uncles, and you joked a little bit with your cousins as well. you kept a watch on lando from the corner of your eye. he hugged and laughed with the entire family, and you couldn't help but notice how much attention he was receiving.

it made you happy. of course it did.

when your aunt called for dinner, you insisted that lando begin with his meal while you freshen up a bit to get rid of the flight feel.

picking your bag and walking to your room, you began winding down. changing into fresh clothes, you tied your hair, removed all your excess jewellery, washed your face and did your short skincare routine.

once you were done, you walked back to the dining room, and slowed down at the scene in front of you. lando sat at the head of the table, his plate filled with different delicacies. your entire family were surrounding him, offering him more food, and feeding him if required.

with a frown, you sat on the other end of the table, where your cousins sat, talking amongst themselves.

you began serving your plate, and every time you asked an aunt or uncle for a particular dish, they gave it to you without even glancing at you, and it only made you frown more.

as you ate, you watched the special treatment your husband was receiving from your family.

"what the fuck is happening?" you asked lowly to your cousins.

they looked at the scene that you had been watching. your mother was forcing gulab jamuns in his mouth, and you could tell lando was loving the attention.

your cousin sister snorted, "isn't it obvious? jamaai ghar aaye hai,"

you scrunched up your face as you watched all the gulab jamuns vanishing, and silently wished you had taken two beforehand.

sighing you said, "i miss when i used to be the favourite child,"

your cousins laugh, "it always ends up being the jamaai,"

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

@partiallyderived this is for you! i got this idea a long time ago when we were talking about your dad basically seeing lando as his son-in-law. baba maan gaye ismein bhi ;)

lemme know what you think of it! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04 ; @phobiccneel ; @winkev1 ; @alexxavicry

[vipussyeater505]

Caitlyn Kiramman x Fem!reader

CW: drinking & smut

You were sitting at the local bar in your hometown bored out of you mind since your friends canceled on you when you just gotten to the bar. You let out a small huff no way you were going home after getting there.. So you walked inside and found a free place at the bar top sitting on a stool, a couple of minutes later you quickly grew bored over guys hitting on you. That's when you suddenly saw a woman sitting on the opposite side of the bar from you but you quickly looked away again. After you rejected the same guy for the 500th time in an hour slowly swirling your drink around in your glass.

Caitlyn saw a man had approached you, but had been turned away by what could only sound like a harsh rejection. From her seat, Caitlyn suppressed a slight, amused smile. The way you turned him down: brutal. In the best, most satisfying of ways, of course. You had an air of confidence about you that she respected. Attractive ,her brain added. Unhelpful.

Your eyes bordly scanned the place before sliding over her (pretending) not really paying her any mind, your head swiveled, gaze moving about the place for a moment before it landed on her. When it did, the eye contact was maintained for only a second, before you were looking elsewhere. Maybe it was her imagination, but the disinterest stung more than it should’ve. After all, she was ogling you from across the counter as you were minding your own business; what right did she have to feel irritated by the lack of returned interest.

Caitlyn's annoyance quickly faded, replaced by embarrassment. She shifted on her stool, and took a sip of her water. You looked back at her again holding eye contact for a moment before you looked away. Was this all in her head? She questioned if she was reading too much into it? Her eyes flicked over you again, taking in your features. Soft, if a bit rugged, you seemed approachable. In a friendly way. Caitlyn's gaze slid down, taking in each curve in the tight-fitting outfit you were wearing. The way it hugged and showed each— She looked away again, and took a longer sip of her water.

‘What was she doing…?’ She thought to herself.

You were carelessly playing with your hair as you rested your elbow on the bar table looking to the side watching other people having fun not quite working up the nerve to approach her. You could feel her eyes burning a hole through you… you turned back to your half empty drink which had been standing on there untouched for the last hour before you decided to put it to your lips, tilt your head back & down it in one go.

Caitlyn watched you silently. From the way the glass was tilted back, the angle of your throat as you swallowed, the way your collarbone was on display from the movement, she was entranced. This time, when you looked her way, she didn’t look away like she had before. Instead, a slow, cocky smile spread across her lips, and those deep blue eyes of hers stayed locked. She held your gaze, and it stayed there, almost a challenge. Slowly you tilted your head, a smile appearing on your lips as you wiped the liquid away from your lip with your thumb.

Your attention switched from her to the bartender as he walked over to you, ordering a new drink the same as before.. before watching him walk away. Oh, good. The bartender, moving across the bar, and blocking your direct view of one another for a moment. An opportunity to compose herself, because whatever this was was embarrassing, and she couldn’t even properly explain it. Caitlyn brought her water to her lips, hoping it might help. But for some reason, now her mouth was suddenly dryer than before. She shifted in her seat once more, attempting to wash away the warm feeling in her gut.

You watched her intensely as she got closer, you brought the drink to your lips and took a sip.

This close, you looked even more…enticing, for lack of a better word. Caitlyn’s eyes took in your features. The way your eyes, nearly black against the dim and colorful lights of the bar, tracked her as she came closer and closer. The way your eyelashes, so dark, fanned out over your cheekbones. The way your lips, slightly shiny from the drink, just- She was staring.

“Can I help you?” You almost asked softly looking up at her. Your voice. So… sultry, in a way. Smooth, quiet, deep, it’d sound heavenly moaning her name— fuck.. Cait blushed and shook the thought away, clearing her throat. Get it together. “Yeah?” You asked, looking her up and down before looking up at her again. A subtle powerplay, that tilt of your head. Trying to reclaim some of the upper ground, to put her on edge. It didn’t work. All it did was make a shiver run up her spine. Oh, if you weren’t gorgeous, annoying wouldn’t come so naturally to you.

“You’re very attractive,” she said, and the hint of a smirk tugged at her lips. You looked down at your drink and let out a chuckle, the smile staying on your face as you looked up at her again “charming..” you said through a smile.

Her smirk widened at the sound of your chuckle, “Is it working?” she asked, tilting her head in a copy of your own earlier move. You just shrugged and bit your lower lip to stop your smile from widening. Aha. The teeth on your lower lip did something to her. Her eyes watched the movement, and she felt heat rise in her cheeks. You were doing it on purpose now, playing up a false nonchalance to rile her up. Two could play that game. “Are you just gonna stand up?” You asked before taking another sip of your drink “or do you just like looking down at me?” Caitlyn smiled softly at that, her gaze moved over to you again, before she took a seat, on the stool next to you. “You’re observant, and bratty, I’m noticing,” she said, leaning both her arms on the bar countertop and turning slightly. “Bratty?” You asked, tilting your head at her.

“Oh, absolutely,” she said, letting her glance flick over you once more. Cocky, with more than a hint of attitude in your movements. In your eyes. “A bit full of yourself, too, I would say.”

“That a problem?” You asked softly not breaking eye contact, watching as you opened your mouth to speak. “Depends on who you ask.” She hummed, studying your features and the way you held yourself. Like you could get whatever you wanted. “It can be irritating,” her eyes flicked down, then back up again. “Or very attractive. Depends.” You scanned her face then looked down at your drink again before mumbling an answer. “You don’t seem like the type of person to be patient enough to handle it”

“Impatient. Is that what you think of me?” That, more than any of the flirting, almost made her laugh. Her face remained neutral, however. Only tilting her head again, to study yours again.

“I can be patient,” she said after a moment. It was true, she had to be all the time for her line of work. “For the right things.”

“For the right things?” You repeated softly, mirroring her action by tiling your head. “Mhm” she hummed, her tone taking on a huskier, darker quality. “For some things, I can be very, very patient.”

Her eyes looked you over once more, then came back up to meet yours, holding your gaze again. You leaned back and looked away from her before taking another sip of your drink “Can I buy you a drink?” Her smirk returned. The way you just took control of the conversation, and her attention, so effortlessly. “That’s a change,” she murmured, eyes following the movement of your hand as you finished your drink. “You want to buy me a drink?”

“Yeah, Is that illegal now?” You questioned her and looked at her again. “No, never said that,” she said, watching you, enjoying the way you shifted and turned to angle yourself in her direction, giving her all your attention.

“Just a change from that…cocky, too-good-for-everything attitude you were sporting a moment ago.” You started playing with your glass nervously your middle and ring finger tracing the edge of your glass as you kept eye contact “don’t know what you’re talkin’ about..” you murmured softly. You were insufferable. And attractive as hell. Her eyes followed the movement of your fingers, tracing the rim of the glass. It was such a simple, mindless action, and the way you did it was sending a fire through her blood, right to her core.

“So you’re playing coy, now?” she said, leaning just a bit closer. “No,” your hand stilled and rested back in your lap. “But do you want me to? That’s what you’re into?” You asked playfully. A shiver ran down her spine at your words. So you wanted to play it like that, then? Her tongue ran over her lower lip as she fought back the urge to swallow. “You’re bold,” she said softly, watching you carefully. The way you held yourself, so perfectly cocky and assured. There was a part of her that wanted to break that. She could.

“You’re shy.” You mumbled back at her. A huff of disbelief left her, both at that and the way you said it, so confidently. “Hardly.” This time, her tone was a little sharper, a hint of annoyance bleeding into it. “Hardly?” You repeated back to her in a whispery tone. You watched as she shifted on her stool, turning to face you further. She leaned forward, one hand pressed against the tabletop, the other on the edge at her outer thigh. Her face was just barely a foot in front of yours now, close enough to make you have to tilt your head back a bit to maintain eye contact.

“Don’t mistake patience for timidness,” she said, her voice a low murmur. You held eye contact not breaking it for a while as you gently pushed her back “..so the drink..” you said softly. Her back hit the edge of the stool, and she sat back up slowly, straightening. This…game of power. Dominance. Who was gonna be on top. Who was gonna give in first. It was…exhilarating.

Cait took a breath, fighting back to keep the annoyance out of her voice as she spoke. “You’re buying?”

“Who else would?” You said as you rolled your eyes “I offered, didn’t I?” Her eyes flicked over you again, then back up to watch you roll yours. She had a witty reply on the tip of her tongue, but she held it in. Her mind was too focused on the way your attitude and demeanor changed so quickly.

“I’m driving so i can’t.” she replied politely. “Aw.. shame.” You murmured out softly looking at her. “What’s your name by the way?” You quickly added. You had to be faking that innocence. That soft, genuinely curious tone, like you didn’t already know. Maybe you didn’t.

“Caitlyn,” she said. Her voice was still firm, strong. “Yourself?”

“____” you offered your voice soft. “What do you work as?” Your eyes trailed over her. So you hadn’t known her name… Some part of her found that…refreshing.

“Detective,” she said. Short, simple, but to the point. Her eyes ran over you then, over your figure, and your exposed skin. “And you?”

“Detective?” You cooed softly raising your eyebrows in amusement.

“Yes. City law enforcement.” She said, keeping her composure. Her eyes continued to take in everything; The way you sat, how your legs were crossed, those shiny lips, a few strands of hair framing your face, and your neck, where she could see your pulse through your skin, rapid and quick. “Makes sense..” you replied quietly. “What does that mean?” her head tilted at your comment. Her eyes, still stuck on your lips, and suddenly all she could think about was having them against her own, or her own against that spot right below your jawline, where the pulse was most prominent.

“Just the fact that you’re way too patient.” You uncrossed your legs to cross them again. “That’s a good thing, in my line of work.” She said, a smirk tugging at her lips. It was true, and a jab at your earlier comment of her being shy. She let her eyes roam over you again. So attractive. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing, most people would’ve given up by now.” You rolled your eyes again. “Most people are impatient.” And annoying. Weak in the face of an attractive girl, that was their problem.

“It hasn’t been that long,” she added, her voice quiet. She couldn’t help it—her eyes darted once to the spot where your pulse was pumping, then back up to your eyes. Her mind was filled with dirty, inappropriate thoughts, and she was quickly beginning to lose control. “What do you mean?” You tilted her head in confusion. She had to take a second to refocus her mind. She had been too busy staring at your pulse for a moment.

“Not that long. Me talking to you.” She said, letting out a small chuckle and looking into your eyes again. So expressive, and yet impossible to read at the same time. She was still trying to figure you out, and that was one of the most maddening things about you.

“Oh,” you chuckled softly, slightly embarrassed you didn’t know what she meant. “yeah.. most people leave when I don’t give them what they want.” You added after a while. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Her eyes narrowed slightly. It felt too much like a challenge, and her pride wouldn’t let her back down.

“You’re a smart girl detective, sure you can figure that out.” she grabbed her glass and brought it to her lips, tipping her head back and swallowing the last of it that made Caitlyn almost snort, but she managed to cover it up with a scoff. She was watching you again, taking in the bob of your throat as you swallowed, and the way your tongue darted out to catch a few stray droplets of liquid. Her own mouth suddenly felt way too dry. “You’re…infuriating,” she said, her voice a bit hoarse.

“So I’ve been told..” you looked down at your hand and started fiddling with your ring on your ring finger. Her eyes were stuck on your lips again, watching your words be spoken. Her fingers were drumming against her legs now, an attempt to keep her hands from shaking. And that fluttery feeling in her stomach was getting worse.

Cait could feel her control, and restraint, slipping away from her.

“So.. how’s it like being a detective? Doesn’t seem very..” you looked up from her hand and looked down at her now empty glass and then back at you. Her mind was racing. She had to focus, she had to pay attention and respond…but Goddamnit all she could think about was those glossy, shiny, pretty lips, and the things she wanted to do to them, or have them do to her.

“Doesn’t seem…?” She prompted, her voice a low murmur.

“I just mean it seems very time consuming..” you gave a light shrug. “It is, but—“ She had to pause and take a breath, but it was more to keep the shake out of her voice than anything. “But it’s rewarding. Helping people, solving problems.”

She was trying desperately to keep some control over herself and focus her mind on the damn conversation, but God you were making it hard.

“So you barely have time to go out and other stuff?” You asked, your voice soft. “I do go out sometimes,” she said, her mind racing with different ways things could go from here. Her thoughts were slowly shifting to something more… inappropriate, as they sat together in the bar, talking. She took another deep breath, her mind snapping back to reality. “It depends on if I’ve got cases I’m working on, or not.”

“Hm, how old are you?” You asked curiously, biting your lower lip, looking at her again, your eyes lidded, all Caitlyn’s mind could focus on in that moment was how your teeth sunk into the skin below your lip. “Twenty three,” she said, watching you. “You?”

“I’m Twenty two.” You mumbled out earning a small hum. “Ah, you’re a bit younger than me, then.” She tilted her head at you.

“Mhmm..” you started tracing the edge of your glass with your fingers again, the movement of your fingers, tracing the edge of the glass was driving her insane. It was like all her attention was drawn to your hands, and all the things they could— were doing. Her hands were shaking a bit, but she gripped her thighs tighter to still them. You looked over at her again* “sooo…” you started your hand slowly stopped moving.

A few seconds of silence passed between you after that. Her eyes were still following the curves of your body—the slope of your shoulders, the way your hips curved against the bar stool—and the way your lips parted when you spoke.

“You really are quiet huh.” You puffed out your cheeks slightly barely noticeable. She couldn’t even think of a witty reply to that. Your voice was pulling her thoughts away from coherency, and she was just struggling to keep her expression neutral and try to stop herself from staring so damn much. “It’s been…a long week,” she said, trying to make an excuse. “And I’m tired.”

“Why are you here then?” You asked tilting your head again, suddenly resting your chin in the palm of your hand. Her mind was going to burst if she had to sit here in silence again. Her restraint was being held by a thread as it was. “To…destress,” Cait said, looking directly at you now. She let her eyes trail up and down, over your body, and was just hoping you didn’t notice. “Destress?” You hummed out in approval.

“Mhmm.” Her eyes were still fixed directly on you. The idea behind it was getting clearer in her mind by the minute, and her body was responding accordingly. She felt warm. And that flutter in her stomach was back, along with a tightness elsewhere.

“You could…help with that.”

You heard her say confidently a little hard to take her seriously when she looked like she was about to burst.

“I could, but do I want to?” You asked, leaning back slightly and resting your hands in your lap looking at her a part of her melted when you leaned back, her eyes following the way the movement exposed your chest more. Her hands were shaking, and she had to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. Her voice was a lot stronger than she felt, when she replied. “I think you do.”

“Yeah? You think so?” You cooed out softly and leaned towards her slightly. Cait’s heart was racing in her chest, and she could feel the heat flooding her body as you leaned closer. Her own eyes were glued fixed on your lips again. She felt like she was gonna burst.

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet, a little raw. She was way too turned on for it to be dignified.

You gently reached up and tugged a strand of her hair behind her ear “hm.” You hummed as you caught your lip between your teeth and tilted your head again. Her eyes fluttered shut as your fingers brushed against her skin. You were so close, and she could practically feel the heat radiating off your skin. She wanted so badly to grab you and pull you forward into her; to kiss you senseless and let her hands wander.

“You live far away from here?” You cooed sweetly again as you leaned back away, even just looking at you was starting to drive her mad. She was so close to just throwing all of her pride and dignity out the goddamn window. She had to take a few breaths to keep her voice steady. “No, a few minutes away. Why?”

“Well.. wanna leave?” You asked as she got off the stool..

Thank God, finally.

She couldn’t stand sitting here looking at you a moment longer. She was almost getting dizzy from how overwhelmed with desire she was. “Absolutely,” she said. Her voice was a little hoarse as she stood up from the stool too. You grabbed your purse and jacket as you walked with her to the exit. She followed behind you, trying not to stare at your hips swaying underneath your dress. It did very little to keep her mind occupied though. Once outside, the night air was cool and refreshing on her heated skin. She inhaled and tried to calm her mind and the throbbing between her legs.

“Which one is yours?” You turned to look at her then back at the cars, Her thoughts were snapped away from their previous path. She had to think for a second before recalling where she parked.

“That one,” she said, pointing at a sleek black car a little down the street. You started walking after her, your heels clicking against the sidewalk. Everything sounded so loud and sharp in her head. The click of your heels, your breathing, the sound of her own clothes rustling as she moved. Her head was spinning, and she swore her legs were shaking. She just had to get you back to her place.

When they got to the car, she unlocked it and opened the passenger door for you.

Once you were in the car, she shut the door behind you and walked over to the driver's side, taking a few deep breaths to steady herself. Oh, to hell with it. She thought as she got into the driver's seat and shut the door, turning to look at you. There was no way she was going to be able to wait until they got to her place.

“What?” You practically whispered out when you saw the way she looked at you, she looked at you almost as if she was starved.

“Damnit, I can’t wait,” she said, her voice rough and hoarse.

She reached out to grab you, pulling you closer and over the center console. Her hand tangled in your hair, holding you in place as her eyes stayed fixed on yours. “Caitlyn-..” you looked at her, your face scrunched up in shock as your hand went straight to the one that was gripping your hair. “God. How long are you going to tease me for?” Her voice was a low growl, her eyes fixed on your lips as she spoke. “I’ll lose my mind completely if I have to sit here for the ride home too. I’m taking you right here.”

You finally gained composure again and leaned in a little bit. “You said you were patient for the right thing.” You mumbled out in a mere whisper. It was taking the last fraying thread of her restraint to keep from just completely losing her mind and doing everything she wanted. “I’ve been patient,” she said, her voice still low and rough. Her eyes flicked from your lips to your eyes. “But I’ve got my limits, love.”

“It’s just a couple of minutes.” You teased your hand letting go of her hand and sliding up her stomach and chest resting at her collarbone. When you touched her— actually touched her, she couldn’t keep the choked up moan in. Her eyes closed as her breath hitched, just from that simple contact alone.

“Fuck,” she managed to get out. “Feels like hours..”

You slowly slid your hand back down, resting it on her thigh, the heat from your hand through her clothes was almost maddening as it slid down her stomach. Her eyes were still closed, trying to control her breathing, as her hand fell to your hip. A Shudder went down her body. “You’re torturous, you know that?”

“I can keep going if you don’t start driving..” You said as you pulled your hand away watching as her eyes opened again, fixed on you with a half glare that was almost completely undercut by the heat in her expression. “You are absolutely insufferable.”

With a huff, she let go of you and pulled away putting her seatbelt on and started the car and pulled out onto the street. You put on your seatbelt and leaned back.

The car ride to her flat passed in a haze. Everything felt so slow, as she drove as fast as she could get away with. Her head was still spinning from your teasing, her thighs feeling like they were on fire, and her mind focused solely on the thoughts of getting you back to her place as quickly as possible. As soon as you started seeing all the big fancy houses you looked at her mansion in utter confusion “you live here?” You whispered out. She hurried to undo her seatbelt and got out of the car.

“Yeah, why?” She asked, coming around to the passenger side to open the door for you again. “Why are you looking at it like that?”

You unbuckle your seatbelt slowly and got out of the car, grabbing your purse and walking with her to the front gates. “just..- uh.. I dunno.” She didn’t even think about the area, her mind so clouded with thoughts of getting you inside that she wasn’t thinking about anything at all. She unlocked the gate and held the door open, ushering you inside and quickly locking the gate behind them.

You looked around absolutely bewildered when as you walked up the stairs to the front door, when Caitlyn got to the front door, she had to pause for a moment to dig her keys out of the pocket of her pants. Her hands were still shaking, and she had to focus to slot the key into the lock. It unlocked with a click, and she pushed the door open, ushering you inside.

You felt her hand at your lower back gently pushing you inside when she saw you too busy looking around to walk. When you got inside you looked around quietly in awe, your eyes darting around curiously. The design was really beautiful and elegant. The hallway you were in led straight on to the living room/kitchen space, with a set of stairs at the end that went up to the bedroom.

She shut the door behind you, the click of the door shutting sounded loud in the quiet. Her eyes were on you again, watching you as you looked around.

“Holy shit.” You gasped softly, peeking inside one of the rooms seeing revealing it was the living room when you walked inside you heard a small laugh coming from Caitlyn. She threw her keys down on a nearby table.

“Like what you see?” She teased, coming up behind you and wrapping her arms around your waist. She was standing close, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“You live in a fucking mansion?” You looked up at the beautiful ceiling & chandelier. A smirk found its way onto her face as she looked up at the ceiling too. “It’s hardly a mansion,” she said. Her grip around your waist got tighter as her lips grazed your ear. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen a nice house before.”

“It’s huge..” you continued looking around in complete awe. She chuckled softly. “Wait until you see my bedroom,” she whispered, her voice a low rasp in your ear. “You live here alone?” You asked as you turned around to face her. “Yep,” she replied, her hands still around your waist. She was standing so close, you could feel her breath on your own lips. “No one else,” she murmured. “I live alone. It’s just me here.”

“Wow..” you replied and looked around again, your eyes darting to the different paintings on the wall. “You always get this distracted?” She teased, watching you. The way your eyes were darting around, trying to take everything in, it was endearing. Adorable, really.

“No..” you whispered softly. “Good,” she said, moving her hands from your waist. She traced her fingers up your stomach, over your chest, up your neck, to cup your chin and turn your head to face her. Her gaze was intense on you, her eyes raking up and down. Her voice was still just a whisper. “I’d rather have your attention on me.” You tilted your head to look up at her. Caitlyn’s heart was thumping hard in her chest, the way you were looking up at her through your eyelashes, how your lips parted as you breathed. You were driving her insane… Her hand tilted your chin up a little more, bringing your face closer to hers. Her breath was coming faster, more ragged, her eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. “Have I got your undivided attention, baby?”

“Maybe..” you mumbled out softly, your tongue sliding out quickly to wet your lip slowly dragging it between your teeth as you pulled your tongue back in again.

A low growl rumbled in her throat. Your teasing was getting very irritating. She was getting desperate, and you were clearly doing it on purpose. Her free hand went to your hips, pulling you flush against her. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You let out a soft squeal when the back of your legs hit the couch, your back falling against the couch cushions quickly after. Her smirk was now mirroring yours, now that she’d got you where she wanted. She reached up and pushed your hair out of your face, looking down at you. “There you are,” she said, her arms boxing you in against the couch. “Just where I want you.”

You watched confused as she got on her knees and grabbed your ankle gently “what are you doing?..” you managed to murmur out your breath picking up. She looked at you, a soft smile on her face. Her fingers traced gentle patterns over your ankle, down your calf. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll take care of you.”

With that, she pulled your foot into her lap and started removing your heels. The heels came off easily, and she started massaging the sole of your foot gently.

You slowly closed her thighs so she couldn’t see up her dress "How sweet..” you cooed softly trying to regain your confidence. Well, that wasn’t going to work, she thought as she ran her thumbs over the arch of your foot. Her eyes were on your face, watching intently, as her hands slowly worked their way up your leg, massaging her way up your calf. “It’s only fair, seeing as you’ve been torturing me all night. So I’m going to take my time with you.”

“Thought you couldn’t wait..” you murmured sarcastically rolling your eyes. “Oh no,” she teased. “I never said I stopped not being able to wait. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to rush, love.” Her hands continued their journey up your leg, past your knee. They were on the soft skin of your thigh now, gently massaging the muscles there. She was being careful, though. Still making sure to keep her hands at a respectful distance. “Besides, I’m a patient woman, remember?”

You swallowed harshly as you continued looking down at her waiting for what she’d do next. Her gaze still fixed on you, watching your reaction as her hands were slowly working up your leg. She didn’t break eye contact, even as her hands moved to the other leg. “I have a lot of self control,” she murmured. “But you were really pushing it.”

You pouted and looked away shyly “You weren’t like this back at the bar..” you murmured softly. “I was trying to restrain myself back at the bar,” she smirked at you, her hands stopped abruptly on your mid-thigh, her eyes going dark. “And this is frankly.. much better than a cramped bathroom stall.” You got slightly nervous when she didn’t break eye contact but that didn't make you back down,

God, you were adorable like this, she thought, her gaze almost predatory. She was kneeling in between your legs, her hands still on your thighs, her eyes fixed on your face. “Why are you watching me so intently, love?” She murmured, her hands moving just a fraction closer to the edge of your dress. “Are you nervous?” She cooed sweetly. “No..” you replied & looked down at her hands as they touched you.. Her fingers traced over the skin on your thighs, feeling your muscles jump when she touched your skin. She could practically feel the heat coming off you. “Then why are you so tense?” she teased. She ran her hands up your legs a bit further. “I can practically feel you trembling.”

“You’re worse than me..” you replied in a soft scoff, feeling her hands stop again on your thigh just short of lifting your dress far enough to see anything. She raised an eyebrow sarcastically at you, amused. “Are you really trying to tell me I’m impatient when you’ve been teasing me all night?”

“No- I mean..” you huffed softly your breathing picking up a bit “you’re teasing more than I did..” Her eyebrow rose further and a smirk grew on her face. “Oh, no you don’t,” she teased. “When you were all up in my personal space, practically sitting in my lap, all, ‘Oh Caitlyn, I’m lonely and bored, entertain me.’”

You rolled your eyes at that slightly annoyed “Oh, you’d love it if I actually did that huh.” You watched as she leaned in so her face was a little closer to yours. “I wouldn’t hate it,” she admitted, her hands continuing their journey up your thighs, slowly lifting your dress higher and higher. “But it was very, very, annoying.” She scoffed. “What? Me not giving you what you wanted?” You rolled your eyes again forgetting about where her hands were.

“Yeah,” she said in a low growl. Her fingers had now gone entirely under your dress. “But don’t worry, I’m more than willing to return the favor.”

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion watching

Cait’s smirk grows more predatory- more sadistic by the second.

“I’m going to tease you just as bad as you did me tonight, love,” she said, her voice a low, raspy whisper. “Until you’re begging me for more.” You let out a soft whine when you felt her finger brush against your panties.. Her smirk widened even more as she heard your whine. “Oh that was pretty,” she murmured, her voice low and soft. “The sound of you whining already. And I’ve barely even touched you.” She teased & pressed her finger against your clothed clit. “Shut up..” you whined arching your back off the couch slightly.

“Tch,” she tutted mockingly, her fingers moving to trace the edge of your panties. “So rude. Here I am being nice by taking my time with you. And you can’t keep your little mouth shut.”

You grabbed her wrist instinctively when she slid her finger between your folds through your panties trying to make the teasing stop her smirk turned into more of a cocky grin when she felt you grab her wrist. “Mm, you’re pretty responsive, aren’t you?” She said, her finger moving through your folds. “You’re already so wet, and I’ve barely even touched you. Is that all for me baby?” She cooed mockingly tilting her head at you. You couldn’t help but close your thighs, trapping her hand between them. “oh, don’t flatter yourself..” you snapped getting slightly embarrassed.. She chuckled, her eyes dark and intense on your face. “Oh? I’m not flattering myself, you're doing a good job doing that for me.. aren’t you?” she pouted mockingly at you. “Now, can you be a good girl and keep those legs open for me?”

A pause, and then she added a mockingly “please?”

You bit your lip as she managed to elicit another sound out of you..

“Ah.. There she is, that pretty little whine,” she cooed sweetly,

Her finger was still pressed against you, but she’d halted her movements so she could speak. She was watching you intently, waiting for another little noise to come out of you “This feels like a power dynamic thing..” you mumbled almost disapprovingly as you spread your thighs anyways looking down at her hand then back at her. “Does it?” She purred, her smirk turning into a full-blown grin her fingers started moving again, teasing over your panties. “Do you like it when I’m in control?”

“Why should I tell you?” You huffed out and rolled your eyes. “Because I like hearing you talk,” she teased. “And the more you try to be difficult, the longer I’m going to tease you. So why don’t you be a good girl and answer my question?” Her fingers were moving a little faster, still over your panties. “Do you like it when I’m the one in charge?” You let out a whimper instead of answering when you rubbed her clit through her panties again.. A soft, satisfied hum escaped her lips as she heard your whimper. “There it is,” she teased, her fingers rubbing over your clit a bit more. “I want to hear you say it, love. Tell me you like it when I’m in control. Use your big girl words.” She said as she continued to mock you. “Say it,” she repeated, her voice low and rough. “Tell me you like it when I’m the one in control.” Her fingers are still moving over you, rubbing and circling through your panties, “I want you to feel good,” she murmured, her eyes boring into your face. “But I’m not going to give you what you want until you say it

“I like being in charge..-“ you mewled out softly, the grip on your wrist tightened a bit as you tried to gain the upper hand but failed.

She chuckled, her fingers still rubbing against you, just hard enough to keep you on the edge. “Is that so?” she teased, the words coming out more like a breath than actual sounds. “Well, you’re not in charge now, love. So tell me what I want to hear, or I might just keep you like this, desperate and needy, all night.”

“I’m not gonna say it..” you scoffed stubbornly. “Oh, I think you will,” she whispered. Her voice was low “Because you want this just as badly as I do, darling.” Her fingers were still moving against you, almost relentlessly now, drawing those soft, little noises out.

“Go on. Just be good for me. I know you want to do what I say. Just admit it… I’ll make you feel so good, but you have to use your words, or I’ll just keep you here like this all night.”

you could feel the wet spot forming in the center of your panties trying to seem unbothered by you “fine by me…” you huffed not backing down. Oh, now she was being a tease. She smiled. “Are you sure about that, love?” Her fingers were moving a little harder, drawing out more sounds from you. “I’m feeling generous. I’ll make you feel good if you tell me you like it when I’m the one in charge. So be a good girl and say it for me. Just tell me you like it when I’m the one giving you pleasure. Come on… you know you want to.”

“No.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to ignore the feeling of your fingers. She narrowed her eyes at you, disbelief written all over her face. Her fingers were still moving over you, but she didn’t slow down at all. “I think you’re being defiant and difficult,” she murmured. “But I do admire your stubbornness. It’s very… sexy.”

You let go of her wrist, almost pushing it away a bit harsher than you intended to do and huffed out in annoyance and leaned back against the couch. “Now that was rude,” she teased. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you baby..” She leaned forward, her face mere inches from yours. Her fingers went still, and she waited a beat before her voice came out, so soft it was nearly lost in the air between your faces. “You talk too much..” you rolled your eyes before grabbing her neck and pulling her down to kiss her.

Any response she had died in her throat as you grabbed her neck, but she had no complaints. She was a bit shocked- not that you wanted to kiss her, but that you’d been bold enough to do it.

Her lips moved hungrily against yours, the kiss rough and sloppy and messy. Her hands were on your thighs, pushing them further apart, and her fingers were now making their way under the hem of your panties.

You wrapped your legs around her waist pulling her closer as your lips moved hungrily against hers.

Oh, yeah, she liked that.

She broke from the kiss for a moment, both of you coming up for air. She was still just an inch or so away from your face. Her breath hitched as she pressed herself against you, her hands leaving your thighs just long enough to grab the back of the couch, using it to steady herself. You looked up at her through lidded eyes, your lips slightly swollen and red from the kiss. If you weren’t the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen before, you certainly were now. Her lips curled into a smirk as you stared down at you, her eyes dark and intense. “You’re even more beautiful when you’re not trying to be stubborn,” she said, her voice a soft whisper. Her fingers were slipping lower now, the tip of her middle finger slipping under your panties. You instinctively grabbed at her shoulders tensing up a bit as her hand slid under your panties. “Cai—..”

“Shh, darling, it’s okay,” she whispered, trying to calm you down. Her hand froze as your shoulders tensed, and she waited a beat, letting you relax. Once she was satisfied you had somewhat relaxed and were ready, her hand slowly started moving again, her middle finger finding your clit. “That’s it,” she murmured. “Just relax & let me make you feel good..” she broke off for a moment, sucking in a breath. “She’s probably as sweet as candy..” she mumbled more to herself as she looked down at your cunt again. You unhooked your legs from around her waist and watched eagerly as she got on her knees, your hand grabbing gently at her hair.. She let out an almost strangled sound when she felt you thread your fingers into her hair, the feeling going straight to her core. She let out another shaky breath, her hands gripping your thighs, her eyes looking up at you from between your legs. She bit her lip for a moment, her eyes still locked on yours in an almost predatory way before her head dipped down and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. You slowly relaxed more and let go of her shoulders trying to ground yourself.. Her hands went back to your thighs, slowly running up and down the silky smooth skin. She bit her lip as she watched your face, enjoying the expressions she was seeing. “That’s a good girl,” she murmured. “Just relax and lay back. I’m going to take care of you.” She gently maneuvered your legs so she could slide the panties off, dropping them on the floor. It was a bit difficult.. with you still clinging to her like that- but she managed. Once they were gone, her hand was immediately back between your legs, her fingers going straight to your cunt. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice a low, almost worshipful whisper. “So needy..” she bit her bottom lip almost in awe. “And all for me,” she finished, her eyes meeting yours then drifting down between your legs “She’s so pretty..” she cooed her voice going straight to your cunt, you felt her finger tips slowly graze over your labia, your entrance just barely there… Just a light touch of her finger tips over your sensitive pussy, she pressed a gentle kiss just above your pubic bone as she slid her ring & middle finger inside your pussy, her lips lingering there just for a minute. “There you go, just like that, sweetheart…” She whispered, her fingers pressing deeper in, scissoring inside of you. “There you go…” she cooed. She was looking at you with a look that was bordering on feral, her eyes dark and intense. Her tongue had darted out to lick her lips once, and her breath was coming in little quick gasps. Her tongue touched you, her eyes fluttering shut as her tongue slowly started to taste you. She was being gentle, her tongue still just trying to get a feel for exactly how you tasted. Her tongue moved against you in broad, slow strokes, her lips kissing you on occasion, but her eyes still staying locked on. She was watching you closely, her face staying just inches away, her tongue moving against you with no set rhythm. She was still trying to figure out exactly what you liked, her tongue trying every new movement to see what got a reaction out of you. She moaned, unable to help the sound as she slowly started to taste you. “I was right… you taste like candy..”

“Stop looking at me when you’re..-“ you managed to choked out. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, her tongue making a pause before it was back on you again. Her expression was almost cocky as she spoke, her words coming out in soft gasps in between the broad, sweeping strokes of her tongue. “Why? You don’t like me looking at you?” She let the pause linger for a moment before her head bobbed lower. Her tongue pressed deeper into you, her breathing becoming more and more erratic with every second. Her hands were gripping your thighs now, holding your legs open for her. Her tongue was still exploring you, tasting every bit of you that she could “Fuck-..” you whimpered and grabbed at her hair tighter pulling at it. She hummed against you as she felt you tug on her hair, the vibration of her voice going right to you. You could hear her breath coming out in little gasps now, her tongue still moving over you in broad, greedy strokes. The way she was looking at you was almost too much. Her eyes were still locked on your face, watching the way you reacted to her. Her tongue was running laps around your clit, her eyes hooded and dark and filled with a look that was more predatory than anything. She had a hungry look on her face, and when she spoke again, the husk in her voice was nearly overwhelming. “Are you enjoying this, love?” she whispered.

“Yesyesyesyes..” you mumbled out almost like a silent prayer not knowing what else to say- too focused on the pleasure. She let out a low growl from deep in the back of her throat when she heard your response, her tongue flicking over you a little faster now. The feeling of your hands in her hair just egged her on, and she gave another long, slow lap of her tongue around your clit as she curled her fingers forward, her eyes opening again to watch your reaction. She was staring at you as if she could devour you, her eyes dark and almost feral. Her fingers were still moving slowly in and out of your pussy causing your mouth to fall open almost overwhelmed with the feeling of your tongue and fingers attacking her pussy..

Her tongue was moving over you now, but not quite as slowly as before. Her eyes were still watching you intently, her mouth never still as her tongue ran circles around your clit. Her tongue was hot and rough and messy, and It was driving her crazy, the taste of you against her tongue and the sounds. You were almost going crazy at the feeling of her fingers curling up inside you. “Mmm, you like that, don’t you,” she purred, her fingers curving forward. She was watching you intently, her eyes dark and intense as she watched you. “The way my fingers curl up right… there?..” She curled her fingers into again, her mouth still on you but her eyes still locked on your face. She was watching every little expression, every little twitch of your face. Her own face was flushed, and she was panting softly, but her fingers never once stopped moving. The sound of her breath alone was almost embarrassing, the little gasps and moans escaping her mouth in no set rhythm. Her tongue was still moving, but it was erratic and shaky, and she could barely focus on anything but the woman in front of her. You couldn’t help but clench around your fingers tightly. “You like that, huh,” she murmured, unable to hide the smirk in her voice. “I can tell. You’re so very good for me… such a good girl…” Her words were coming out in ragged breaths as her fingers curled again, her eyes locked on yours. She was watching you like she was studying a beautiful work of art, just taking in every little part.

You arched your back off the couch as you let out small whimpers & grabbing at her hair.. “Oh, did I find a good spot?” Her smirk was cocky, her voice still ragged, but more self-satisfied now. Her mouth was still pressed against you, but now her jaw was working as her tongue flicked over you again. You shut your eyes tightly not being able to look at her anymore feeling overwhelmed.. her eyes- the way she touched you.. her voice— holy fuck you’re gonna— “No, no…” she murmured snapping you out of it her voice suddenly gentle. Her fingers slowed their movement, and one hand left your thigh to cup your chin. Her touch was gentle as she tried to coax your face down. “Let me see you, love.” You obliged and opened your eyes slowly looking down at her.. She was staring at you with a look in those intense blue eyes that was halfway between adoration and lust. She was looking at you like she was trying to memorize your face, her breath still coming out in little gasps. Her hand was still gently holding your chin so you couldn’t look away. “There you are.” She sounded almost reverent. “There’s my girl.”

“Feels so good..” you whined out buckling your hips up. “I know,” she murmured, her voice gentle. Her eyes were still staring into yours, her breathing slowly becoming more even as she tried to get control of herself. “You taste so good, love. I could eat you all day long.” There was a hint of a whine in her voice, she let go of your chin and slid her hand back down between your legs, Her fingers were almost gentle now as they started rubbing your clit, her eyes still on you. You tugged on her hair trying to pull her closer so you could kiss her.. She was more than happy to oblige, her body moving closer so she could press her lips to yours. It was a messy kiss, one that was all need and greed, but not lacking any passion whatsoever. She was kissing you as if she could never get enough of you, like her very life depended on those kisses. Her fingers were still moving, but slightly more slowly now. She swallowed your moans greedily, her tongue pushing against your lips to deepen the kiss. She moved closer, her body pressing against you now, her chest, her hips, her stomach, all of her pushing against you as she tried to get as close to you as she physically could. Her kisses were more controlled now, but only by a fraction. Her body moved against yours in a way that told you exactly how badly she wanted you. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take now. Your body was pressed against hers, her head was spinning, her breath was coming in ragged gasps, She wasn’t moving quite as much now. Her fingers were still moving inside you, but she had pulled away from the kiss and was resting her forehead against yours, her eyes shut as she tried to keep her breathing from giving away just how close she was to the edge.

You slid your hand down to her chest gently grabbing at her clothed boob making her gasp softly, the moan that she had been holding back slipping out. Her face was still hovering only an inch or so away from yours, and now her eyes were open, watching your face intently. “Darling…” she murmured. “you’re going to bring me to my knees if you keep that up.” You started unbuttoning her shirt slowly while looking at her. She watched as your fingers unbuttoned her shirt, her own breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths. Her eyes were fixed on your face, and the expression on her face was almost reverent as she watched your every move. You looked down at her bra and gently tugged on one of her cups with her pointer finger* “ouuu.. pretty..” you mumbled in awe looking at her lace bra.

She bit her lip as you looked down at her bra. Her face was flushed and a bit sweaty, and there was a hint of a laugh in her voice as she spoke. “Not exactly what I’d expect as a compliment, sweetheart,” she murmured. “But I’ll take it.”

You let out a small whimper when she started moving her fingers again feeling her thrust them in and out the speed picking up slowly.

She hummed and leaned forward to rest her head on your shoulder, her breath hot against your neck. Her fingers were still moving, but they were moving sloppier now, the feeling of your skin against hers overwhelming. She felt like she couldn’t think straight, her thoughts and her breaths and her body all completely overwhelmed. Your hands went to her hair, arching your back off the couch again “so close..” you mewled out softly. “I know, I know, I know…” she whispered as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of your needy pussy making you cry out softly in pleasure. “That’s it, darling, that’s it,” she whispered feverishly the sound going straight to her core, and her fingers were moving faster now curling her fingers up in the spongy spot of your cunt “Good girl..” your muscles started twitching around her fingers as you continued to hold you close to you.. “That’s it, that’s my girl” she whispered against your neck your words died in your throat, replaced by a strangled moan as you bit down on your bottom lip your teeth pressing into your swollen bottom lip “Caitlyn.. cait- so close.. I’m gonna-“ you murmured out sweetly.. “cait— so..- Oh my god.. I’m gonna—“ you continued to babble out almost incoherent. You could feel her curl her fingers up again over and over until you finally came around her fingers, your hips buckling up as she helped you ride out your orgasm before pulling her fingers out and putting them to her lips, licking them clean. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her voice ragged. Her eyes were still on yours as she continued to lick them clean. You started breathing heavily as you tried to calm down from your orgasm.

she pulled down out and let out a soft gasp as you pulled her down on the couch and got on top of her “my turn..” She let out an almost involuntary gasp as you pushed her onto the couch and straddled her. Her hands came up to rest on your hips reflexively, her eyes wide and her mouth parted. She was looking up at you with a mixture of surprise and something that looked almost like shyness, but also undeniable excitement. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to—” she started to say, but the words died in her throat as she saw the look in your eye. You started kissing her neck down to her chest, your hand desperately palming her tit through her bra while kissing down her abdomen stopping at the waistband of her pants. You looked up at her through your lashes earning a soft gasp from her, her hips rising up reflexively. She was desperately trying to stay calm, but the feeling of your lips against her skin was overwhelming. You slowly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her thighs along with her panties, her nails scratching her thighs in the process. You could feel her eyes on you as you pulled her clothes off, you threw her underwear & pants on the floor and kissed up her leg to her inner thigh. She let out a soft moan as you kissed up her leg, her head falling back against the couch as she tried to suppress the sounds that were rising up in her throat. She still had her eyes closed, her lips parted, her body trembling in anticipation and need. Her hands were still holding the couch, but they were clenching and unclenching, like she was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you.

You were inches away from her cunt when her phone suddenly rang, the sound echoing through the living room from her pants pocket making you pull away slightly from her, looking up watching as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up “sorry baby.. I have to get that.. it’s work..” she mumbled frustrated making you pout & sit up, you watched intensely as she dug her phone out from her back pocket and answered the phone call. She sat back against the armrest and answered the call, you slowly ran your hands up her thighs, laying your head on her inner thigh, looking up at her while she was talking to the person on the phone. You quickly grew bored and started kissing up her inner thigh making her look down at you her eyes widened a little. “Don’t-..” she whispered quietly but loud enough for the person on the phone to hear her. “Oh, nothing.. I just- it’s nothing.” You heard her say as you continued to kiss her watching her as you did so… you slowly slipped your middle finger between her folds earning a soft gasp from her, when you saw her face scrunch up in pleasure you dipped down to lick her clit, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bud making her choke up, almost dropping her phone. You slowly started pumping your fingers in and out while sucking on your clit. “I’ll call you la—.. ah- later..” you heard her say before she hung up, dropping her phone on the floor and grabbing the back of your head grinding down at you, you sped up pumping you fingers in and out faster. “Fuck-.. ____ please…” she whined your name making your stomach flip, Instinctively you curled your fingers up inside of her making her back arch off the couch as she gripped your hair tightly and pushed your face harder into her pussy. You curled your fingers up in the spongy spot of her again harder. “I’m so close- keep going, you’re doing so good baby…” She huffed out breathlessly pulling at your hair again making you thrust your fingers into her faster feeling her muscles spasm around your fingers. “Gonna—“ you curled your fingers again and replaced your tongue with your thumb rubbing her clit in a circular motion causing her words to die in her throat. “Fuck-“ she said in a slightly whiny tone, her thighs started shaking slightly as she came.

(I gave up yall don’t hate me😥😢)

[queenendless]

ARISE

A/n: As we are now in a new year, time to write on some new fandoms.

Rewatched S1 dubbed — and yes Aleks Le as Sung Jinwoo is the reason why cause he's so damn fine~! Listen to his voice as you read this, I insist! I just need to get my Sung Jinwoo fix. Therefore—

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x F!Adult!Reader

CW: Explicit 21+ MATURE content inside. SOME SPOILERS but not much. Morning smut, implied mentions of suicide, reader got reincarnated as a humanoid magic beast and serves Jinwoo now.

DON'T PLAGARIZE, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY FANFIC WORK. Rather reblog like and follow pls n thx.

"Wakey wakey." That teasing low purr in the crook of your neck had you giggling tiredly as the ticklish sensation pulled you out of slumber. Spooning you from behind, his legs entangled with yours, Jinwoo breathes in your scent, sucking tenderly. Taking his enormous hand that rested on your hip into yours, just to play with his fingers, made him smile.

“Don't go.” You murmur, raising that hand to leave brush petal soft pecks to his knuckles.

"Come on, now. I gotta get ready." His slurred gruffness were telltale signs he was in no hurry.

"The world is your kingdom now, Jinwoo. It'll still be there tomorrow." Your reassurance meant you curled further into your side of the bed, the tendrils of slumber creeping back in. His deep chuckle trailed butterfly pecks from your cheek, down the pane of your neck, then up to your ear. "Stay here with me, please."

"Even the Shadow Monarch needs to lead his guild." His words were one thing. His wandering hands were another story. "But, if you rather keep me in bed all day, I suppose you could persuade me." His very presence chased away the bitter freezing loneliness you were accustomed to, submerging you in his comfortable burning embrace.

"God, you're something else." You turned in his grasp, finally able to face him and shower him with your smooches, such smitteness brought warmth blooming within him. Not to mention his bulge rubbing against your crotch sent sparks shooting through you both.

Flashes of memories surfaced in your mind. Such a whiplash it is that the most powerful hunter in this world that you personally witness slaughtering every beast and human that dares stand in his way, soaked in their blood, could be the very same man that held such requited smoldering endearment for you.

The butterflies and flips occurring inside from every gaze, touch and word given are always worth it.

"God has been long gone from this world ... just Rulers and Monarchs now ... and yours is beside himself. To think his favorite beast on the streets ... is a lamb in the sheets~" That rumbling deep voice roughly heaved in between kisses. Opening your mouth so willingly had him grinning against you as his velvety tongue entangled yours, lost in the thralls of the passionate dance within. “My favorite~”

His sculpted hands slithered underneath your top, lightly brushing up against your sides, then your tummy. One hand stayed to fondle your cushiony mounds; he never gets tired of feeling you up.

"A human from another world ... reborn as a humanoid magic beast." Pinching, pulling and rubbing your pearls between his long sly fingers had you melting as your muffled mewling grew frequent. “Failed by those closest to you, abandoned to that pain and fear … a kindred soul.”

His other sly hand slips under your undies, cupping your dripping sex. Your moaning had him smirking as he nibbled your bottom lip in tune with his thumb insistently rubbing your clit and the tips of his fingers brushing around your cunt. "Isn't this what you wanted? To be touched by me? Your beloved King?"

"Mmm yes~" His voice always got you going, especially when those four fingers filled you up well, curling and scissoring in their trek straight to your burning core. "Aaah~" Your hips rutting into his hand got him bricked up through his sweatpants. "Nngh~" Wringing your hands through those dark messy locks and stroking along his shaved undercut got him trembling, all to reel him in and keep you as grounded as you could currently be in your haze filled state. "Don't stop~"

"So touch starved." Your sharp gasp was the sign he reached your bundle of nerves, prodding it with such vigor, stuffing you right up to his wrist, lathered up in your cream. “To let me be the first and only one to shower you with such devotion ... I'll forever be grateful for that blessing." Tears of ecstasy leave your e/c eyes and he kisses them away, his ebony bangs tickling your moaning burning face, the flames of passion stoked for you as you come undone. "My Queen~"

His creamy hand then pulled right out of your valley, leaving you desperately wanting him to fill up your emptiness. Your faith got restored, however, as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, revealing the chiseled marble sculpture that is his physique.

He knows the sight alone makes your mouth water. Your hands traversed the panes of his soft firm pecs, that thick neck, those broad shoulders, even these sculpted biceps that flexed as his daily tasked push ups came with the added benefit of pushing down to your laying form, being enthralled by your rewarding kisses. Such reliable stability beneath that lean stature of resilience.

Your own eyes burned with the glow of enchantment, the image of who he used to be versus who he has become reminded you of yourself. How the physical and mental scars that plagued your old life for years on end shaped you into who you have become. A magic beast serving the Shadow Monarch. What a pairing.

His cream coated hand slips under his own waistband, pulling his beast free from its confines, using your cum as his lube to be more prepared.

His other hand cupped under your knee, draping your leg over his shoulder. "Wouldn't you rather I give you tongue~?" That low toned growl already got your other leg willingly draped over his other broad shoulder picked up already sunk into your wet folds.

“Yes love~!” Ripping such a concupiscent symphony outta your mouth His other hand couldn't help but jack off to your venereal cries. The scorching presence his mouth gave as the starvation had him ravaging, suckling as much as making out with your now squirting folds.

His cheeks filled with your essence, dexterously aiming his tongue to drive you further up the tower of sins. Your spasming hips only buried his face deeper in, inhaling your scent as his nose got pushed in your pubes, his light yet sturdy weight. Those lidded silver eyes flashed violet as their predatory gaze marveled in your sweaty flushed expressions due to his ravenous gorging, your voice shrieking as you unloaded, his creamy covered lips curling swallowing gratefully.

“You're truly decadent.”

Your body and soul trembled in anticipation for what's to come; your legs falling off his shoulders to hug his firm hips. So did him, leading his dick slowly into your loosened yet smothering grip. "Let me make love to you." He grunted, you sucking him up as greedily as his cock started into the slow steady rhythm stroking your creamy grip.

“Fuck me! Please~! Don't stop~! Don't ever stop!” Your unhinged shouts of passion hit his ear as you hugged his neck, his own hot breath hitting your shoulder as he picked up the lace into the feverish fueled tapping; skin squelching and smacking noises bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck~! You’re heaven incarnate~!” Your sob filled yell riled up his necessity to bust his nuts in you even more. His feral groans in response had you squeezing him in a vice state, marking the side of his neck into a bruising suck, drawing scratches along his chiseled shoulder blades.

His own fingers dug into your rolling hips, finger shaped bruises painting your skin in kind, while his sharp teeth marked along your shoulder and neck, marking you as his and his alone, raising you further to the apex.

“I’ll fuck you until the world ends. This needy pussy deserves to be ravaged every waking moment. Every inch of you is mine to worship. Your beautiful womb filled up with my seed. That's my dream. To have you as my wife. To raise a family together. To make you Mrs. Sung!”

“Yes, Jin~! Yes~!” Your choked up agreement got lost in the sloppy, tongue filled kisses as you came a third in a row, making a cum circle around his shaft, painting his rippling thighs and the once pure sheets.

Your orgasmic greeting met with his, shooting right into your womb quite thickly, lifting you in his shredded grasp, externally and internally. Thrusting his still oozing libido into your heavenly valley like a madman to chase that euphoric high.

Your head limply rested on his shoulder like a pillow, fatigued mewls spilling out as the burning weight of his essence settled into your abdomen. Carefully setting you down on the bed, Jinwoo collapsed on his side, heaving slowly and deeply, his dazed eyes gazing at yours, glowing radiantly as the sunlight slipping in outlined your form.

Still submerged in you, now limp dicked, his muscular arm draped over you, pulling you both closer, all to have you curling into his slickened torso, breathing in your intermingled scent.

“Now call in sick.” Your weak request got him chuckling deeply.

“I will in a bit.” Curling your cascading hair through his fingertips, he caressed your pretty head, allowing the tranquil silence to linger.

“I love you, Y/n. So damn much. Thank you for being in my life, in this moment, and for the rest of our reign to come.” His whole being enveloped you in his bear hug of an embrace, drawing in your shared taste through an endearing kiss.

“I love you too, Jin. So damn much.” Your voice fluttered from the swelling of emotion taking hold on your heart, as you couldn't help but fall into the routine of peppering smooches all over that beautifully precious face of his.

“I'll love you. In this life and the next. Until the end of it all.” He vowed to you as you succumbed to sleep once again, smiling softly at your face, kissing your sweet lips once more before reaching out behind him for his phone, sending a quick text to Yoo Jinho about his impromptu work absence. His brother in arms was A-okay about, already suspecting fooling around with you being the reason why.

Jinwoo's next text was him dubbing Jinho as his best man at your upcoming wedding, already looking forward to seeing you on that sacred day, followed up by quite the steamy honeymoon.

He was already anticipating your future together, basking in the early morning, setting his phone aside as it filled with the following texts of congrats and excitement from his little bro, before joining you in the confines of dreams, cocooned in your shared comfy warmth, watched on by his shadow army in the corner, silently cheering for their master’s engagement with their future Queen Regnant.

[moody-alcoholic]

Cross My Heart

Part 4- Forced Proximity

Summary: eventual poly141 x reader. Enemies to lovers, mini fic.

CW: medical stuff, use of weapons, cannon typical violence, death.

AN: 2 parts in under 24 hours? I have to focus on my main projects I can't focus with this part sitting in my drafts.

Previous parts - masterlist - next

AO3

“You’re really going to make me go into Al Qatala territory with nothing?” You ask as Ghost prepares his weapon. 

“What do you mean you’re going in with the best of us.” Soap says winking at you. You frown at him looking back over at Ghost. 

“Just give me my pistol back. What? You think I'm going to shoot him?” You scoff. There’s silence in the room, you look around. Yes, yes they do think that. You sigh, zipping your jacket up and going over to the door. 

You wait in silence as Ghost comes to stand next to you. He’s dressed in full gear and you’re in basic clothes, not even anything camouflaged. 

“Here.” Gaz comes over to you handing you a radio and an earpiece. You frown at him. 

“I don’t know how to use this.” You say. 

“You’ll figure it out.” He says walking back over to the sofa with Price who’s been watching you the whole time. You clip the radio onto your belt and put the earpiece in fiddling with what you think is the volume tuner. 

“Ready?” Ghost asks. You look up at him and nod. “How far is this place again?” 

“A few kilometres east.” You respond. He reaches over, handing you a knife hilt first. You almost want to laugh at him. 

“Can’t do much with a knife.” You say, it’s spitfull, you want your gun back. You take the knife regardless.

“You can do alot with a knife.” He says and reaches down opening the door and walking out into the night. 

“Good luck.” Price calls. You look back at him and nod. 

You tuck the knife into your belt and follow Ghost into the darkness. 

…

“How did you know about this place?” Ghost asks as you make it to the entrance of the town.

“It was taken over by Al Qatala about a year ago. Been pretty much abandoned since then.” You say, the wind has picked up and you can see thick clouds in the sky blocking out the light from the moon.

“The ULF don’t come this far north, it’s a good way point for smugglers.” You say. You’ve passed through here many times. 

“You really seem to hate the ULF.” He says as a matter of fact.

“They’re both as bad as each other. If anything Konni have been the best, at least for work.” 

“Doesn’t bother you, they're helping terrorists.” He says, there's a bitterness in his voice. 

“The ULF killed my father in a hospital.” You say, anger rises in you. “I never got to say goodbye, I never got to see his body.” 

“You said your mum worked for them.” 

“She did, she was killed by Al Qatala, she was working for Farah.” You say, he doesn’t say anything. You make it to the top of the street. 

“Right.” You say pointing down the road. You walk down in silence, there are some streetlights working rigged up by whoever is using this town for now. 

“What about you? You’re British living a comfy life. What are you doing here?” You ask. 

“We’re after someone.” 

“In Al Qatala? It’s pretty clear you’re friendly with the queen bee.” He shakes his head.

“No.” He says stopping. You hum looking over at him. His eyes are darting around. You look into the darkness of the town, you can’t see or hear anything. 

“Ever killed anyone?” He asks suddenly and keeps walking. 

“Maybe.” You say trying to sound confident. “Why should it matter, you’re a soldier, you took an oath before you killed people. At least I’m doing it to keep innocent people alive.” 

“You smuggle people for Konni, Makarov.”

“I’ve smuggled people for the ULF too, like I said, I work for whoever pays.” He scoffs. You’re surprised, he usually seems so reserved. There’s a reason for the mask. 

“Proper opportunist aren't you?” You can hear the sarcasm in his voice. 

“Fuck you.” You snap, shaking your head. You go turn the corner ignoring his remarks. Suddenly he grabs your arm and pulls you between some buildings. 

“Get the fuck off-” he slams his hand over your mouth pulling you against his chest. You start to fight him then you hear voices. You stop struggling as they get closer.

“The place is empty, why are we back here?” You hear one of them say in arabic. 

“Khaled wants to take this place over. Use it to cut off the ULF movements.” Someone else replies. Does Ghost understand arabic? You assume he doesn’t. 

“I thought I would be home with my family before the end of the month.” 

“When was the last time you saw them?” The other asks as you watch them pass past you. 

“10 months ago.” 

“You’ll see them soon, mashallah.” They walk out your view, their lights fading, leaving you back in darkness. Ghost’s hand leaves your mouth, your heart is hammering in your chest. He lets you stand up, releasing his grip round you. You want to thank him, they would have killed you if they’d seen you. How did he even hear them coming?

“Let's move.” he whispers, pushing past you out towards the street. You follow him close as you walk out into the street, sticking close to the buildings and following the shadows. 

“Up there to the left.” You say pointing at a building ahead of you both. The place is surrounded by a chain link fence. The building looks more rundown than you remember.

“Round the back there's a smashed in door, I doubt it’s been repaired.” You say behind Ghost, still trying to keep your voice low. 

“Copy.” He says. You let him lead, following him close to the building. He pulls something off his vest cutting the links in the fence. He holds it open, nodding at you to sneak through. You go through first heading over to the door. It’s open, you can see from here. You just hope the place hasn’t been raided too hard. 

The place is dark, there are no lights, no electricity. Ghost comes in behind you clicking on a torch. He hands you another one, you take it out his hands turning it on and shining it over the signs. 

“Who taught you English?” He asks. 

“My parents said if I wanted to go anywhere in life I should learn English. I was brought up speaking both.” You keep the fact you can speak Russian silent. Don’t ask, don’t tell. The more advantages you have over them the better. 

“Here.” You say shining the torch over a room that says surgery. The room looks like it’s just been closed up for the night. Cupboards are still full of sterile supplies. That's good, you should be able to find everything you need.

“I’m going to check for other supplies. Are you good here?”  You look over at him nodding and pick up a bag off the counter, you watch him leave the doorway and head into another room down the hall.

You’re not going to be able to find drugs. Price could use local anaesthesia and antibiotics, you don’t even know where to start with human medicine, never mind dog medicine. You recognise tools though, sealed sterile gloves and tweezers, scalpels and plenty of different bandages and gauze. 

You turn in the room walking round the table and over to the other side looking for wraps, something you can use to make a somewhat sterile field. You try to remember what you’ve seen from interning at the hospital for the last few years. You smile as you fill the bag, your parents were right, in the end the education was useful. 

Suddenly you hear a crash, grunting. Someone's in the building. There's an audible grunt, the sound punches, scraping of furniture. There’s no gunfire, you rush over to the hallway following the noise. You can see lights flashing in a room, you burst through the door.

It’s hand to hand contact, they’re fighting on the floor, the stranger is on top of Ghost. You’re not thinking, if Ghost dies they’ll kill you. No matter what you say they’ll kill you. Your hand feels for the knife in your belt.

The man on top of Ghost looks bigger, he's not wearing any body armor, Ghost's weapon flung to the side. You don’t have time to think you take the knife off your waist and jump at the guy on Ghost, plunging it into the man's neck. Blood spurts out covering you all. There’s no noise, you hit the carotid. 

His body goes limp after a few seconds and you stand up. Ghost pushes the body off him. You reach out offering him your hand. He hesitates for a second before accepting it and you pull him up. 

“Hurry up, we need to go.” He says reaching down to pull the knife out his neck. He wipes it on his leg before handing it back to you.

“Fuck me, not even a thank you.” You scoff putting the knife back on your hip. You leave the room going back into the surgery. You pack the last of the gauze and whatever sterile supplies you can find. An opened scalpel falls on the floor making you jump. 

It still has the cover over the blade. You’ll have to give the knife back to Ghost but the scalpel, it’s small, no one would know you have it. 

“Let’s go.” Ghost calls sticking his head in the room before leaving back towards the back door. You look at the scalpel on the floor. 

If you take it and they find it they could kill you. If you leave it you have no way to defend yourself either way. You sigh looking over at the door. 

How easy it would be to betray them.

..

It’s raining when you make it back to the safe house. They’ve piled the bodies up in the shed. They probably won’t get any kind of funeral until Farah’s troops get here, even then if she learns who they are they’ll most likely be dumped somewhere. Or buried in a mass grave, not like the commander in Chief of the ULF has time for Russian Al Qatala operatives. 

“What happened!?” Soap asks, rushing up to Ghost. The rain washed most of the blood off you both, but not all. 

“Nothing. Just a slight complication.” You shake your head going over to the sofa and putting the bags down. Price looks up at you, you smile at him. 

“Can I get cleaned up?” You ask the room. 

“Yeah.” Price says. You walk over to Ghost being fussed over by Soap. You tap him on the shoulder and he turns to look at you. You hold the knife out for him. 

“Here.” You say. He takes it out of your hand but doesn’t say anything. You huff pressing your lips together, you didn’t expect anything. You turn to head up to the bathroom. 

“Thanks.” He calls. It stops you in your tracks. You turn back and nod at him. The scalpel you hid in your waistband suddenly feels like a lead weight. 

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[sweetiesicheng]

jeonghan - troubles

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"alright, let's take a break. we'll move onto the songs for the concert afterwards," your teacher says to all of you.

you sit down in your chair and grab your water from beneath your chair. everyone in the room scatters around.

"alright, let's talk."

you look around and find seungkwan coming over to sit down in the seat next to yours. you move your folder that has your sheet music in it to lean against a leg of your chair.

"why haven't i seen the two of you together today?" seungkwan asks. he's talking about you and your boyfriend, jeonghan.

you shrug, "we're both busy."

he scoffs, "there's no way. you two are always together. what's the real reason you're like this?" he asks.

"it's got nothing to do with jeonghan. i swear," you reply.

"alright...i'll say i believe you for now because you’re my friend. oh, are you going to do the audition tomorrow?" he asks, changing topics. "you would sound really good for the solo," he adds.

you shake your head, "not anymore."

"huh? why?" seungkwan asks. he's clearly worried for you because you usually audition for special parts in songs. "this is the third one you've passed on, y/n," he reminds you.

"i— it's just—"

"hey, have you been okay?" seungkwan asks you.

you shake your head and seungkwan immediately hugs you.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says to you. "whoever did this to my y/n, i'll smack the shit out of them." his words make you chuckle. when he stops hugging you, he pokes your cheeks to make you smile. "i'll get joshua to say something to jeonghan."

you grab seungkwan's arm. "please don't. i'll just deal with it myself. i don't want him to know."

you look over at a group of guys who sit on the higher stands. in the midst of the group are some of the juniors and seniors, including jeonghan.

you look away and sigh. "i think i'm gonna go home," you say to him and get up, grabbing your water bottle and folder in the process.

"we still have rehearsal," seungkwan immediately responds. "y/n, i have to stay with my section today. you should wait so you don't walk home alone," he says to you as you start walking to grab your backpack off of the floor by a wall.

"i'll be fine. just tell teach, alright?" you say and put your folder in your backpack.

seungkwan sighs, "you're being stupid."

"not the first time," you say before opening one of the doors and leaving. you head down the hall and leave through a set of doors at the end of the hall.

—

"are you two fighting?" joshua asks jeonghan.

"huh? why would you ask that?" jeonghan replies while scrolling through his phone.

"you two haven't been with each other all day," joshua replies. "you guys have been attached to the hip since our second year."

"we're fine. we're both just busy cause of exams and work," jeonghan says, turning his phone screen off and putting it in his pocket. "y/n, come over...here?" he looks down but doesn't see you in your usual spot on the bottom riser. "seungkwan, did y/n go to the bathroom?" he asks his friend.

seungkwan looks up at jeonghan, who is walking up towards them. "she went home," seungkwan says to him. "what'd you do to her?”

"what did i do? i haven't done anything," jeonghan immediately replies. "really, i haven't."

joshua joins in, "has she been okay?" he asks jeonghan.

"something's definitely wrong if she hasn't auditioned for any of the soloes or duets," seungkwan says to them.

jeonghan becomes confused. "what? she said she was going to audition for two of them. we were gonna audition for the one tomorrow," he replies. "i'm gonna go."

"now? we still have rehearsal," joshua says to jeonghan.

"i don't care," jeonghan replies before walking down the risers. he grabs his backpack and quickly leaves the room.

he takes his phone out and calls you, but the call goes straight to voicemail. then, he opens the location app to see if your contact pops up but it doesn't. instead, he sees some of his friends and his family member's contacts.

she really turned her phone off...

jeonghan starts walking towards the neighborhood you both live in.

once he makes it to your house, he goes into the backyard to use your patio door. he knocks on the door, and your mom appears at the door. she slides the door open.

"oh, jeonghan. shouldn't you be at rehearsal today?" your mom asks him.

"i'm looking for y/n. seungkwan said she left rehearsal early," jeonghan answers.

your mom shakes her head while speaking, "she hasn't come home yet," she says to him. "i'll call her."

"i think she turned her phone off," jeonghan says to her before your mom has the chance to grab her phone off of the counter. "i think i know where she is. i'll bring her home," he says to her.

"call or text me when you find her or if you need me to come out," your mom says to him.

"yes ma'am," jeonghan replies and starts walking away. he walks around to the front of your house and starts walking out of the neighborhood.

after a bit, he reaches a lake in your town. he walks along the path for one of the resting spots, but he doesn't see you at the first one he walks to.

jeonghan continues walking and reaches the second resting spot, where he finds you sitting on a bench.

he walks up to you and sits down next to you. you don't acknowledge him with a greeting but glance over at him for a second.

"i love you, but i can't read your mind, so you're gonna need to talk to me, pretty," jeonghan says to you.

you look over at him and lightly hit his arm.

"is it me?" you shake your head. "someone at school?" he asks.

you sigh, "can you stop it?"

"not until you tell me what's going on."

you contemplate for a second before reaching into your pocket and taking your phone out. you turn it back on, watching the screen light up and showing your lock screen.

you unlock your phone and open one of your messaging apps. then, you hand jeonghan your phone.

"the second group chat and the first few people," you say to him.

jeonghan clicks on the mentioned group chat and starts reading through text messages that were sent. most of the recent texts, if not all, are about you and jeonghan.

messages that seem supportive at first but later messages prove otherwise. messages questioning your reasoning of being together and if your relationship will actually last. messages asking if you paid jeonghan to date you. there’s many more with negative connotations, and jeonghan realizes what has been going on.

"who are these people?" he asks you after reading for awhile.

"most of them are underclassmen. i don't even know most of them. i think the group chat was for a school event, but most times it just girls trashing other people. i guess we're just their latest gossip," you end with a sigh and lean your head against jeonghan's shoulder.

"how long has this been going on?" he asks. he starts to delete the text messages from your phone, knowing you'd look at it again if they weren't deleted.

you shrug, "i think a week. i don't know." you huff out a sigh of relief. "i'm sorry for not telling you."

"i know," jeonghan replies and turns your phone screen off. "don't worry about it, okay? they don't know who they messed with."

"hannie, don't do anything about it," you say to him.

"yah, if people mess with people i care about, then i'm going to do something about it," he says to you. "come on, let's go to your place. i told your mom i'd bring you home."

"you told my mom?" you ask before groaning.

jeonghan pokes your forehead, "doofus. of course i did. i didn’t know where you went.”

both of you walk back into town. jeonghan lets you call your mom on your phone, and you reassure her that you're safe. after the call, the two of you grab a quick snack at the convenience store before continuing to walk back to your neighborhood.

"oh, that audition for the duet is tomorrow," jeonghan reminds you, "still interested?”

"do you want to audition?" you ask him and try to poke a straw through the top of your drink.

jeonghan holds his hand out. you hand him the drink and the straw, and he effortlessly pokes the straw through the top of your yogurt drink.

"i'm only auditioning if you want to audition," jeonghan replies to your question before taking a sip of your drink.

you shrug, "if you want to, then i'll do it."

"only if you want to," he replies, "i'm not doing a duet unless if it's with you," he adds.

"you're so down bad for me," you say to him and take your drink back.

"i've been down bad for you since we met," jeonghan says and kisses your cheek.

[captain-bubble-wrap]

[No warnings noted.] As the Canucks' newest rinkside reporter, Rick Tocchet's daughter prepares herself for her first day on the job and first introduction to the team's captain.

Tonight marked the start of the Canucks' 2024-25 season and your introduction to the team's organization and fanbase. This was the biggest day of your career and you couldn't be any more nervous. You had done your makeup twice before leaving your apartment, changed your clothes half a dozen times, and frantically checked your hair in every mirror at least once. You had finally been given the chance to get your feet wet in professional broadcasting and you prayed you didn't fall on your face.

You knew any expectation of your abilities were going to be high just because of the fact that your father was the head coach of the team. Aware that there would be those whispers of favoritism and unfair handouts, you had tried to prepare yourself for such rumors and just wanted to let your work speak for itself. You were a Canucks' Top Prospect graduate and last year, you had reported rinkside for the Abbotsford Canucks as an intern, following college graduation, and it had been a wonderful opportunity. Now, you would find yourself among seasoned veterans and hoped not to feel like a child with numerous babysitters.

You had arrived at the arena around the same time as some of the players, just because if you didn't, you knew you would have found reason to pick another outfit or redo your eyeliner for the third time. Your heels clicked with an echo through the parking garage, your hair swished back and forth in the high ponytail atop your head with each step. You were confident, sure, but beneath that polished exterior was equally as much anxiety and panic.

"Badge?" Demanded the security guard from his post, not familiar with the new face standing before him. You produced the lanyard that was intertwined with your keys from your purse. Once it was in his possession he checked it against a series of papers. Nervousness began to set in within your chest when he didn't give it back quickly. The way he looked at you was like a bouncer checking a fake ID outside a club.

"I don't have you on the list," he replied sharply, handing back your fresh credentials. "No one with your name in Media."

"But I'm reporting tonight," you reassured, eyebrows pulled in from worry. "I was hired back in June."

The older gentleman, portly and with deep lines etched into his face scowled, "I can't let you in. You better call who ever it was who 'hired' you, because I'm not letting in anyone just because they claim to be Rick Tocchet's daughter. Nice try."

"I can show you my driver's licen--."

"Still no one with that name on the list. Now, step aside."

Absolutely taken aback by the rudeness and unbelievable news, you turned back towards where you had walked from and briefly saw two men, dressed in nice suits pass by you. Digging around the interior of your purse for your phone you'd hear the security guard call them by their first names.

"Connor. Quinn. Have a good game tonight, boys," he said to them, far more chipper than he had been with you just moments ago. You knew both players, hell, you knew all of the names on the Canucks' roster. That had been Connor Garland and Quinn Hughes who had breezed past. Too bad they couldn't vouch for you, now you were tasked with calling in a very poorly-time favour.

"Hey princess," said the voice on the other end of the phone once the call was finally picked up. "You alright?"

"No, dad, I'm not," you said, your voice low so to not let anyone overhear your conversation. "Security won't let me in, says I'm not on some media list. Not to mention he thinks I'm lying about who I am."

Your father sighed deeply. He was the last person you wanted to call and whine about someone being mean to you, especially hours before the first puck would drop. You had a job to do, and who better to pull some strings than him? However, it was the timing that was unfortunate.

"What gate are you at?" He asked, the frustration evident in his tone.

"I don't know. I'm at the players entrance or something. Connor and Quinn just went past me."

"Alright. Let me make a call. Sit tight."

"Thanks, dad."

He mumbled a "mhm" before the call dropped, leaving you loitering, hoping the guard didn't threaten to escort you off the grounds for being unauthorized personnel. What a way to start the night, the season, and your career. It wouldn't take long however before the ringing of a phone would echo throughout the garage. It had come from the security booth and you hoped it was someone calling on your behalf. Unable to stifle your curiosity, you looked towards the direction of the booth to see the man looking at you, nodding while he said nothing. He'd motion you over with a wave of his hand and you'd waste no time seeing what it was about.

"Apparently, your name wasn't added to the active media correspondents," he said flatly, hardly that of an apology. "You can go on in."

"Thank you," you sighed, making short work of the remainder of garage that opened up into the bowels of Rogers Arena. Finally, you were where you needed to be and it was already a mad house. Equipment managers were transporting rolling carts of towels and all manner of various odds and ends through the hallways and around tight corners. You had general directions of the media hub and you were thankful you had gotten there so early, because finding that specific room was like a treasure hunt. After probably twenty minutes of navigating the behind the scenes world of the arena, you arrived at the door.

"Oh, you must be Y|N Tocchet! So good to meet you! We're glad you made it," remarked Senior Writer Chris Faber, who was going over his notes when you came in. "We heard you'd be joining the team. Welcome."

"Thank you so much, I'm eager to get started!"

"We love the eagerness," he added, always happy to have young talent involved in the sport and pioneering for younger generations to follow. "Heard you made quite the name for yourself in Abbotsford last season."

"I loved it there! It was fun watching to see who had the hints of being a big talent develop down there. It was always loud," you smiled with a nod.

"I think you'll fit right in with us here. No doubt your father is proud," Chris said, with the smile himself.

"You'd have thought I had been drafted first overall!" You remarked, remembering how he had boasted when you got the call from upper management about the reporter position being given to you. "I have a high bar to strive for. Can't make him look bad, you know?"

Chris chuckled, reassuring you that you'd have no trouble transitioning into Vancouver's content team. "I'm sure you'll make him proud. Now, you have any questions for me?"

"Actually, I do. What is my schedule for tonight?"

"You're going to interview Quinn during warmups, get his opinion and insight on how the team preformed through the pre-season and his outlook and expectations for this season. Think you can handle that?"

"Absolutely," you beamed, the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. It was actually happening; you had made it.

- - -

Warmups began to an overwhelming response around the arena. You walked down the tunnel following the team and were instructed to stand at the end of the bench. Quinn had already been told you meet you along the boards following a few hot laps. Watching the players at ice level really hit home that tonight was real. Nothing could beat the opening day of a hockey season. The energy was electrifying: from the fans screaming at the top of their lungs, player's fresh reactions to playing again, and shouted messages coming from the coaches. Opening night was just another beast entirely, and it marked the official start to the season and fans were eager to begin that grind and see their team back in the playoffs.

"Good luck, sweetheart," your dad would say as you passed in front of him and the other assistant coaches, a gentle smile across his lips. You'd give him a wink before getting to where you needed to be.

Your eyes zeroed in on Quinn's number forty-three as he practically floated across the ice, edges sharp and skating so fluidly. You had watched him since his debut with the team, and he was seriously one of the most beautiful skaters in the game right now. Your cameraman went over the key points of your short interview and you would give a quick nod in agreeance.

"You're going to do great! Don't worry!" He said to hype you up, and give you the confidence boost you needed to calm your nerves.

It didn't take long for Quinn to finally make his way over to you. He didn't do an aggressive hockey stop, not that you thought him the type to do so, instead he sort of just listed to the two of you, looking eager to already have it over and done with. You had watched numerous other girls before you have the chance to interview the star captain, and each time he just came off like he wasn't comfortable doing the interview aspect of his job. You hoped you'd make it easy on him so he could get back to warming up, and so you could get your heart back to a regular speed.

The cameraman, again, would give you a nod, checking his equipment before giving you the signal to begin your conversation with Quinn. His eyes were down, gloved hand holding his stick upright like he was at attention. It would be after you greeted him that he would finally bring his eyes to your face, actually seeing you for the first time.

"Welcome to the start of the new season, Quinn," you said brightly, smile beaming.

He swallowed hard, almost like he had forgotten how to speak, "Thank you."

"You're fresh off of winning the Norris, congratulations! Do you have a plan for trying for a back-to-back award winning season, or is that not really a concern for you? Sort of a, 'if it happens it happens' type of thing?"

"Really just focused on making sure we can win as many games as possible is the main objective, right now. We're hopeful to have a repeat trip to the playoffs first. Anything extra is just that: it's extra."

Quinn dropped his eyes from you while you spoke your next question. He seemed so disinterested and you were hoping that you weren't a bumbling idiot on camera.

"How confident are you in your team following camp and how the pre-season faired?"

"I think we put everything we have into how we practice at any given time. It's nice getting together with the guys again, and feel that brotherhood reconnect even in practice. I think we're all in a good headspace at the moment."

"Finally, what can fans expect from this year's Canucks lineup?"

"I think we're a solid group of players who bring a multitude of strengths to the ice, and we're prepared to bring that night after night all season long."

"Wonderful! Thank you so much, and good luck."

Quinn nodded at your parting words. "Thanks."

As he skated off, you faced the camera for your sign off, "Tonight marks a fresh start for this Canucks' team, and fans can believe that they're in for a strong season."

Holding your smile until given the signal that the recording had ended, you'd breath a deep sigh of relief immediately after. Your palms were slick with sweat and your heart was beating in your ears, but you had done it!

"See, I knew you had it in you! That was fantastic for your first NHL interview!" Remarked your cameraman, picking up his tripod and laying it against your shoulder. "Great job!"

"I was so nervous," you laughed.

"It didn't show! Congratulations."

You smiled, and went to follow him from the bench, but before you got too far from the boards, you heard someone calling out to you from the ice. Looking over your shoulder, you'd see Quinn skating back to you.

"Good luck on your first game," he said, a warmup puck in the palm of his glove. You'd reach for it, shocked by the kind gesture that hadn't crossed your deepest daydreams.

"Aw, thank you so much," you blushed, feeling the heat rise into your cheeks. Quinn would smirk, his eyes dropping from your face yet again before he rejoined his teammates following the end of the warmup sequence. Quickly, you'd make your exit, not wanting to linger where you didn't belong for a second time today. But passing behind your father, he'd give you a quick hug at your accomplishment.

"You're a natural," he whispered. "You did so well."

"Thanks dad!" you said, heart swelling. "Good luck tonight~"

- - -

The game had come to a heartbreaking end for home fans when the Flames had managed to score a goal in overtime. A collective sigh of defeat hung over the interior of the arena which followed everyone out with disappointment and broken spirits. Everyone had hoped for more; had hoped for a win in regulation to start the season, not a participation point for losing in OT. Regardless, a single point was better than none.

You said goodbye to your new colleagues, and started to make your way back to the parking garage. Your dad would be busy going over things with the players as well as post-game interviews, so waiting for him would be a complete waste of time. All you really had to do was head back home.

It had been an exciting day, one that had both fried your nerves and catapulted your confidence. Your interview with Quinn had turned out quite smooth and polished, when you watched the playback. You found yourself looking at Quinn the entire time, noticing him stealing looks at you that you hadn't realized before when you were interviewing him. How had you missed that? His eyes blinking up at you, those gentle nods to each of your questions, the one subtle smirk he'd let slip at you telling him good luck at the end. You had blushed watching it, like you had when he gave you the puck souvenir to mark the start of your career within the organization. You couldn't understand what was wrong with you. It had just been a puck; your father likely would have done the same thing if Quinn hadn't beaten him to it.

The question would plague your mind the entire drive home.

Even when you went to bed, your mind kept replaying Quinn smiling as he skated away from you the second time. The puck sitting on your nightstand would cause quite the dream that night.

[typewritingyip]

The Arcturus Missions

Part Twenty Two - Outlier

Part Twenty One

———

Iron is the 26th element on the periodic table, symbol Fe for Ferrum in Latin. It is the fourth most abundant element on Earth and was primarily deposited by meteorites.

Humans have been using iron since before the Bronze Age, initial use linked all the way back to the second millennium BC. 

It also is the mineral that the human body needs the most for growth and development, the human body uses iron to make hemoglobin which is a protein in red blood cells. Hemoglobin is why human blood is the shade of red that it is and why blood is a significantly different shade upon contact with oxygen.

Iron oxide is the reaction of iron to oxygen and water, which turns the iron to a dark red nearly blown tone, also known as rust. 

Rust is incredibly dangerous to Cybertronians and humans alike. 

—

Their walk through New Kaon was quiet and informative, Hound was trying to ignore the blood and discharge sliding under the collar of his assistance suit with each step. It was unlike Iacon and unlike Earth, it was something entirely unique to Decepticon culture and clearly Megatron was proud of it, smiling a bit, Hound kept walking and listening, “Just past those buildings is where we first landed on this planet, it’s where the space bridge usually stands though deactivated and dismantled due to the war.” His hands were folded behind his back, he walked with the same ease as any man who knew this was his city.

Nodding a bit, Hound continues to look around, “So, I understand why you have fighting pits, they’re probably a lot like our military bases back home, but why have them off cybertron?” Megatron hums, nodding some and glancing towards the sky, “Other than for the obvious reason, I take it?” It took a second for Hound to chuckle weakly, “Other than your million year civil war, yes, I mean why not have one there now?” Megatron nodded slowly, bowing his head slightly.

”Cultural differences and a desire to move on from unsavory pasts.” Hound came to a hard stop, staring at him and he cleared his throat a bit, “Wow.” Megatron chuckled deeply, “Jazz had a similar reaction, then attempted to explain some history of your planet while we walked. I think it just confused us both, he said he was not a history major.” Nodding a bit, Hound moves to catch back up.

Scratching his jaw again, Hound sighs, “Neither am I, so I don’t think I’ll even attempt that. I’d ask Breakdown on that, it’s much more up his alley.” They lapsed back into comfortable silence, walking the streets of New Kaon. Awkward companions that had similar goals. 

—

“Sir, why did you want me for your unit specifically?” They were still walking towards these ever elusive fighting pits. Megatron hummed deeply, “I figured that would be obvious Hound.” Nodding slightly, Hound picks up his pace slightly, “I don’t exactly see it that way.” With a chuckle, Megatron shakes his head, “No, I guess you wouldn’t. You and Mirage work very well together.” Nodding, Hound sighed a bit, “Ah.” With another chuckle, Megatron rested a hand on his shoulder, “That is not a bad thing Hound. Not many can work so closely with outliers and come out unscathed.” Nodding again, Hound went from nodding to slowly shaking his head.

Glancing toward the sky, Megatron bit back a swear, “Sometimes I forget that it seems your people don’t communicate the same way we do.” There was something in that statement, bitter and sounding almost painful.

In a breath, Megatron shrugged lightly, “We try to spread those with outlier abilities through different units, but maintain the bonds they make with more typical mecha. It’s not… easy to get along with mecha who have outliers. They can be abrasive and crass. Overwhelming both in EM and in personality.” Hound nodded a bit, really wishing for a pen and paper in that moment as they kept walking though now shoulder to shoulder. 

“Um, sir, forgive me but I still don’t quite understand and believe me it’s not making me feel like the brightest bulb in the box for having to ask this but what exactly are outlier abilities?” Megatron chuckled deeply but glanced towards Hound before frowning, “When i said that your kind don’t seem to communicate, I did not mean that literally. Has Jazz not told you?” Shaking his head a bit, Hound sighs, “It can be hard for him and I to have a moment to discuss things not related to the war or more everyday occurrences of, forgive me, your kind.” Nodding, Megatron fidgeted lightly with his digits, “I see.” Clearing his throat a bit. 

Nodding some, Megatron started to walk at a significantly slower pace than their already reduced one, “Outlier abilities are generally unexplained, they aren’t particularly connected to a mech’s altmode or anything else it seems. Back before the last war, they had to remain hidden or hide their capabilities.” Taking a breath, Hound just above a whisper, “Because Functionalism.” Megatron bowed his head. 

These were not topics that were usually brought up, it was suggested by Jazz to steer clear of them, but sometimes that just simply couldn’t be avoided. 

“They were persecuted and often hunted back then, now they are seen as the treasures that they are. In all honesty, it is one of the many reasons why Starscream remains my second in command, because of his trine’s capabilities.” Hound chuckled a bit and Megatron shook his head, “I wish I were joking Hound, but they were valuable assets. Still are, hence why they are here and not on Cybertron starting their lives,” He stops and sighs, “Now that the civil war is over that was supposed to be what everyone got.” Nodding a bit, Hound steps forward and nods encouragingly.

Taking a breath. Megatron continues on, “Now, generally, those with outlier abilities are spread throughout units. Clumping them all together doesn’t do us much good. We work with surrounding them with the right soldiers, mechs who can stand to work together without killing each other preferably.” Shaking his head, he sighs, “Hence why when you brought up the fighting you were dealing with in your own unit Optimus was willing to compromise.” Hound stared and bit back a groan, “Got it.” Finally, Megatron showed the barest bit of a smile.

Tilting his head a bit, it was almost as if Megatron was mocking Hound, “What? You thought your speech was that rousing?” Biting back a worse retort, Hound lowers his head a bit, “No, sir.” Megatron chuckled, “Regardless, we try to keep those who can get along with the outliers around and Mirage has seemed to take a liking to you. You seem to be able to find him very easily even when he is hiding.” Shaking his head a bit, Megatron laughs more than chuckles, rubbing at his jaw. 

Hound was staring and shaking his head clears his throat, “Sir, uh, I don’t entirely know what you are talking about. What do you mean, hiding?” Megatron waved a hand through the air, “Mirage is able to make himself imperceivable, generally.” He clears his throat slightly.

Hound wasn’t really sure what to say, “What do you mean, imperceivable? Like, invisible? Outliers can do that?” Nodding a bit, Megatron shrugs, “Only Mirage so far, everyone’s ability is different. As for the invisibility, to everyone except your kind it would seem. Jazz in his first few weeks with us grabbed his arm while he was invisible to our eyes, said he just felt like someone was standing near him. Then there’s you.” “Me?” Pointing lightly to his own chest, Hound shook his head a bit, “I don’t,” “You end up next to him half the time in these fire fights while we can’t see him, while the enemy can’t see him. Scared him half to death the second time it happened and you started talking.” They walked for a minute, Hound opening and closing his mouth before muttering, “I thought he wasn’t there.” Megatron laughed and bent at the waist slightly.

Glancing towards Megatron, Hound shakes his head a bit, “I didn’t realize, I swear it sir.” Megatron nodded, smiling and chuckling lightly as they slowed at the edge of something large and circular, “Yes, I believe that was what Jazz called a ghostly feeling.” Hound nodded before looking out at the circle in the ground and he stopped dead. 

The space was huge and horrific, but it was understandable with how long Cybertron had been at war. Everyone had their dirty secrets, even if they were training pits that looked like illegal fighting rings. No wonder they didn’t want any on Cybertron.

Megatron leaned against the railing, staring out at a few mechs that were training, who were also wearing what was the purple sigil of the Decepticons, now the emblem of one of the many political parties that made up Cybertron’s government. Which probably meant they were either high in the military, never stepped foot on Cybertron, or were a part of the council Hound had been avoiding. Very few mechs still wore their badges, less they were in the military or involved in politics.  

Back in the first few weeks they’d been out here, him and Jazz had talked about it. Back then when it was all so new it had seemed so interesting, how similar their planets were, then horrifying. Now, politics were the last thing he wanted to think about or focus on. 

Taking a breath, Hound leans against the railing, “Sir?” Megatron nods a bit, “I hoped this would not seem familiar to you. Your kind has gone through so much already in life, this was an aspect of it that I hoped you’d avoid. No matter how similar our pasts may seem.” Bowing his head slightly, Hound brushes a hand along the railing, “It is familiar, isn’t it?” “Yes sir.” Megatron sighs slowly, fist hitting the railing hard before shaking his head.

”I apologize for my anger Hound, I swear it is not aimed towards you.” Laughing a bit, Hound glances towards him, “Just my government?” Megatron pauses, frowning slightly, “… Yes.” Hound couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up, even as it made his head pound, leaning a hit against the wall, he looked up at the sky.

He hadn’t really noticed that the color of the sky here was orange, every planet that they had gone to had been different and none had yet reminded him of clear Earth blue skies. 

“So, who is in there right now? I don’t recognize them.” Megatron hummed and looked down, “Ah, you wouldn’t. That is part of team Chaar, they live here in New Kaon and one of my old commanders is the head of their unit. They are highly skilled and even more unpredictable.” Nodding some, he sighs, “They have not made their way back to Cybertron since the end of the war and now are the primary unit for this sector.” Hound glances over at the two mecha circling each other, covered in weapons and both mechs huge. 

Megatron stares and sighs, bracing slightly, “You might want to grip the railing,” “Why?” Though Hound’s hands quickly grasp it just as his vision fills with dust and sound cuts out to prevent hearing loss. 

For a second, he wasn’t sure what the hell happened till Megatron came in over internal comms, “That would be Lugnut, he has a special weapon that causes overly dramatic explosions. It’s not very reliable, unfortunately. The mech he nearly just blew up would be Blitzwing, I’d suggest we move on before their argument starts.” Hound still couldn’t see anything, “Uh, sir, I can’t see where to go.” His cameras were trying to cycle the lenses to clear them.

A hand grabbed part of his plating and held on, pulling him away from the expanding cloud of dust.

—

Iacon was shining in the daylight, while Sideswipe was enjoying it the best he could, turning up the brightness on his visual feed. He’d slipped out of the apartment while everyone inside was still asleep, though technically breaking the rules he didn’t much care for any of them at the moment.

Copper and silicon tubing is what he was looking for, Breakdown had said he wanted to also start making vodka so that his concussion would be manageable. It was smart of him to only mention that once Hound left. 

Sighing deeply, he tilted his head back slightly for the light to hit more of his cameras, brighting the visual feed further, “God, I miss Earth.” His implants were draining unpleasantly down his neck and arms, his shoulders painful. All of them besides Jazz were experiencing overuse and it was becoming more unpleasant by the day. 

Rolling his shoulder, Sideswipe swore and grabbed it, falling into the nearby wall, “Fuck!” His mech collapsed as he sank into his seat, holding his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time he’d dislocated it and it wouldn’t be the last, but it was the first time since he became a pilot let alone while piloting. 

He was stuck, well and truly stuck, he couldn’t get up without the use of at least one arm and the weight of his assistance suit was tugging on his dislocated shoulder. Making all this worse with every second, it was as if the weight of the whole suit was on just his arm. A shadow fell over him and he looked up, visor dimmed from the pain.

Prowl was staring down at him, frowning lightly, “Sideswipe, why are you on the floor?” Lowering his head, Sideswipe swore again, grasping his shoulder painfully, “I dislocated my shoulder and can’t get up, and please don’t say I told you so. I know we are not supposed to leave by ourselves.” Nodding slowly, Prowl reached down and pulled Sideswipe up carefully, “That’s right, you're not, and now you see why.” Sideswipe swore again as they started to walk back towards the apartment.

He’d hardly been out for twenty minutes, just had enough energy to enjoy the sun projected through screens onto his face before his body started to reject it’s purpose. 

A hand came down on his good shoulder and he swore, looking over his shoulder at Sunstreaker, “You’re lucky it was the two of us to find you Sides, not Jazz or Hound. Come on, we can get the tubing later, we need to spend time not in the suits while we still can.” Nodding, Sideswipe hung his head, swearing every handful of steps from the pain. 

“You make it sound like I don’t have the intention of telling Jazz,” Prowl frowned at Sunstreaker, “Or assume that he doesn’t already know.” Sideswipe looked to Prowl, stared at him and sighed deeply, “Fuck…” Sunstreaker laughed and started to cough, Sideswipe closed his eyes.

Even without their cameras on, he knew Sunstreaker was coughing up blood, just as Sunny knew he was bleeding and his shoulder was dislocated. 

—

New Kaon really was like Fort Irwin, the buildings were squat and there was dust everywhere. None had gotten into his ventilation system yet but it was only a matter of time. 

It was a military city and made during the war, in a way for the war, but people actually lived in the cities they made for target practice. Adapting for their new society and life as it is. Megatron had gotten him out of the dust cloud and started back towards the edge of the city.

All the soldiers were loitering around some unpacked heaters, Mirage was helping a few seekers. He looked over and froze for a moment, biting back a grin, “Uh, get caught up in a dust storm?” Megatron shook his head, “Very funny Mirage,” he sighs, “There was an incident at the pits, do you mind assisting Hound with hosing off? The mechs perception has been limited by the dust.” Mirage nodded, “Of course.” He walks over and takes Hound’s arm.

To be fair, Hound still couldn’t see that well, one of his cameras had cleared up but the rest were still blurry and had turned off after the first ten minutes. Mirage helped Hound over towards the set up wash racks, “Come on, let's get this dust off. Jazz has the same problem, saying that the visors weren’t great with the visual input.” Mirage kept a hand on his shoulder, helping him along. 

What he didn’t see was other mecha making lewd gestures towards Mirage, same as they had done on the shuttle, everyone knew what the outlier felt for Hound other than Hound. 

“There’s a step up here, just to maintain drainage.” Hound cringes slightly, stepping up and nearly slipping on the tile, “Damn, I hate not being able to see.” “We’re fixing it, don’t worry.” Mirage shuffled him around and rested his hands on his shoulders, “Alright, don’t move.” With a few creaks, the solvent turned on. 

It was already bringing the internal temperature of his suit up, which Hound didn’t realize had started to drop already. He sighed slowly and shuffled his suit to open the worst of the seams, brown and red dust started to hit the floor. 

Mirage stood back for a second before moving over, “Do you need help?” His face was burning, “No, thank you.” Hound sighed again and started to work on his helm, trying to subtly clear off the camera, “I heard from Prowl that communal wash racks were a thing for your enforcers and military?” Biting back a smile, Mirage nodded slightly and cleared his throat, “Uh, yes. Of course a Prowl would tell you that, he’s been both. But, yes, usually though you can feel the other person's EM field.” And Mirage just about choked on his words.

Embarrassment was clearly running hot through the poor mech, though Hound still couldn’t see, let alone feel it, “Yeah, I’ve been told our EM fields are faint to non-existent.” Mirage hummed and shuffled his feet a bit.

“So, I’ve been told you wash primarily with water.” Hound had the helm of his suit shoved under the spray of solvent now, rubbing at his visor and activating the cycling for the cameras, keeping his visual feed to a minimum, “Uh, yes. Solvent in too high of an amount can leave burns.” Now that he was here, he honestly wanted an actual shower not just the car wash. 

Clearing his throat again, Mirage shifted, “You going to be okay then?” Hound smiled a bit and glanced over, visor finally lightening with recognition, “Oh yeah, once in a blue moon isn’t going to kill me.” Mirage winced slightly, “Can you see?” Hound brushed some of the solvent off and started to check through his visual feed, “Uh, yeah, I think so.” With a sudden jerk, Mirage had his arm and was pulling, “Come on, you need to sit near one of the heaters to dry off then.” And he was fast when he wanted them out of there, leaving the solvent running.

Hound was almost embarrassed as his suit was dripping with solvent, dragged over to where Megatron had set up a heater, Mirage frowning deeply at him before looking at Megatron, “Sir, keep an eye on him and I’ll retrieve your ration.” Before even Megatron could say anything the man was gone.

Mirage was burning up with embarrassment and everyone but Hound could see or feel it. 

Sitting down near the heater, Hound leaned back and sighed, whiplash is what he’d call that. His mech was still dripping lightly with solvent. At this moment he was thankful for the tight seals that had been installed for this hapless mission. Megatron leans forward slightly, “Are you alright Hound? Losing a sense like that is never easy.” Nodding slightly, Hound shrugs, “I could see a little bit, but the dust just was sticking to my visor, it’s not a perfect sheet of glass unfortunately.” He lightly touches the visor, taking a second to wipe some of the blood on his face.

Megatron cleared his throat, “And you are sure that you’d be incompatible with some of our replacements?” Houch chuckled slightly, “That is very kind, but unfortunately no. Most of your upgrades won’t work for us. Other than the external weapons you’ve given us, though energon is still toxic.” Megatron hummed, bowing his head slightly.

One hand rubbed over Megatron’s face briefly, staring at the glowing heater as the sun was starting to set, “Your kind are both strong and weak, I apologize if this offends, but your incompatibility with us could get you killed.” Hound smiled sadly and nodded, “I know.” They both stared at the heater.

Hound shifted a bit before sighing slowly, “Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Megatron looked over and nodded slightly, “Go ahead.” Sighing slowly, Hound rubbed at the bandage on his jaw, “Why do you have Mirage on your team? The way Jazz talked about it was that he usually works with Prowl.” He hummed and nodded, “Optimus suggested it, said he would work well with the team I was assembling, which included you of course.” Hound nodded a bit, rubbing his jaw.

”Yes, about that, why exactly did you choose me? There are five of us, you could have had any one of us.” Megatron hummed and shifted on his seat, “Yet, you’re the one who is here.” Hound tilted his head to the side slightly and Megatron held back a groan, “I don’t need your spilt sparks running rampant on my battlefield, they're terribly young. Jazz has worked with Prowl for five and a half stellar cycles, plus they are seeing each other. And I will have Breakdown on this battlefield once he is healed.” Biting his lip, Hound clasped his hands briefly. 

Shaking his head again, clearing his throat was a bit uncomfortable, “Yes sir, but why specifically me. You could have sent me across this insane universe and we’d probably get the same levels of coordination and ground.” Groaning, Megatron shook his head, “That is not the point. This is not about you being a soldier, let alone one because it’s what your creator did. Because that is your function, it is not for that.” Sitting forward again, he leveled his gaze at Hound. 

“I enjoy getting to speak with you Hound, that’s honestly why I requested you for my unit, aside from Mirage. I am a speaker, I was the voice of a revolution and now my voice only carries when speaking to or with the mech I love. Being able to speak to you and be uninterrupted while having simple conversation, reminds me of a simpler time. You hold no expectations, what is that phrase you use? A breath of fresh air. Intelligent conversation with no expectations, no strings, is a very rare and valuable commodity.” It took Hound’s breath away, sitting back a bit he stared at Megatron.

In the months that they had been planet side, he hadn’t felt like he was getting close with any of them, felt rather alien among the mecha. Glancing around at the small group, away from the other pilots for the first time in months, Hound took a breath and nodded a bit, “Thank you sir, I am glad I can be that breath of fresh air.” Mirage smiled over at him as he walked back over with two cubes, handing one to Megatron, though a light blush still covered his face. 

Smiling a bit, Megatron nodded his head, and Hound sat back to look up at the sky which had gone dark a little while ago, turning the orange to red then dark to nearly black other than for the scattering of stars. 

Knockout comes over with his own cube, sighing deeply, “Do we know when they will be entering the system?” Mirage shook his head a bit, sighing deeply as he sipped the warmed energon, “We’re tracking them the best we can, but that still isn’t great.” With a huff, Knockout sat down, frowning. 

With a glance up, Megatron smirked, “Are you pouting because Breakdown is still on medical rest?” Knockout scoffed, “I don’t pout.” Mirage snorted, “That’s scrap and you know it. Hound, what was wrong with Breakdown anyways?” He glances over and Hound turns his mobility assistance back on, setting down his own food and turns on his microphone.

Clearing his throat a bit of the makeshift alien noodle, he tries not to choke on the overly sticky stuff, “He has what we call a concussion, that’s uh, a head injury that can hurt some of our hardware.” He had been waiting for this question, “He’ll be tired, have a hard time with external lighting, be dizzy and have headaches for the first week or two. We all know what to check for so we’ll know when he can go back to duty.” Knockout leans forward, “How do you treat it?” Sighing, Hound rubbed at his neck, dislodging the soaking bandage and tried not to wince as it made a splat sound hitting the floor.

Nodding a bit to cover up the movement, Hound sighs, “With rest and some medications we had stored on the Odyssey. There’s no external work we can do to help this and no software that can be downloaded to repair it. It just takes time.” Humming, Knockout sat back, frowning. Mirage nodded, “Have you had a concussion before?” Chuckling, Hound nods, “Around six of them, I’m lucky to still be a pilot.” Megatron scowled.

“Is it easy for you to experience this injury?” Shrugging slightly, Hound shook his head, “As a pilot, sure, but we’ve done all we can to prevent them. It’s just something that happens.” Megatron nodded and bruded into his energon, Mirage smiled a bit sadly and rested a hand on Hound’s knee.

Mirage cleared his throat a bit, “How’s it been? Separated from your team?” Nodding a bit, Hound glanced around their small group at the edge of the city, enjoying the night and outdoors instead of being up in some tower or building before looking to Megatron briefly and back to Mirage, “It’s a breath of fresh air.” Megatron smiled a bit, shaking his head some.

Knockout was looking around, frowning, while the Hound, Megatron, and Mirage spoke. Relaxing and being able to simply talk.

“Does anyone smell that?” Knockout was frowning intensely, looking around the assembled group, “What?” Mirage glances up, still sipping his cube, “Rust.” Everyone who was eating nearby briefly choked on their food and it went eerily silent as the few people still moving started to glance over their plating. Hound gulped slightly, his neck burning with itchiness. 

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A/N

I AM ALIVE! But in all seriousness, I have taken the LSAT and now have time to write for a little bit.

I wanted this chapter to be a bit longer since it has been like, two weeks since part 21, so enjoy over 4k words everyone.

Also sorry if the writing is a bit all over the place, it’s my first time writing in just about two weeks.

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[themadearl]

"Finders keepers, losers weepers."

Note: I quickly whipped out this one shortly after inspiration struck. It got way longer than I envisioned which was short and cute. Slight warning for rowdy behavior.

The Name-Writing Habits of NRC Students

Like most things that spiral out of control, it started with a small thing that lead to another

A small joke from Ace who thought it would be funny to write his own name on Yuu's left cheek while she took a nap during break time

Seeing Ace's name on her face somehow sparked something competitive in Deuce and without missing a beat, another name was quickly scribbled under her right eye

When Yuu promptly woke up after the second name was written, she could only watch in confusion when Ace immediately clasped Deuce's mouth before he was able to say something

On the way to the potions class, Yuu wasn't quite sure what the deal was when students started snickering around her like there was an inside joke she wasn't in

"Did anything happen during break time that I didn't know of?"

There was a sudden pause in movement from Adeuce and both started frantically shaking their head, Deuce more desperate than Ace

Something was definitely wrong, Yuu just prayed she could stay away from this one

(Out of Yuu's sight, Deuce elbows Ace in the gut and motions to her face)

Thankfully Crewel found it less interesting than the other students and promptly excused Yuu to the washroom to clean her face

Yuu had to mentally repeat to herself to not shout Ace and Deuce's names when she saw the bright red and blue names on her face

"What's with the scowl on your face?"

Standing next to her was Azul wiping his face with a handkerchief, glasses tuck into his front pocket

"No reason. Just that there was something on my face, thanks to the two idiots I call my friends."

"That reminds me. . ."

Hearing the pause midway in his sentence, Yuu stops her actions to notice Azul has put on his glasses and has a pen in his grasp

Ah crap

"A little fish told me that someone was having fun walking around with writing on their face."

Nope

Yuu quickly wipes the dripping water from her face and makes a dash towards the door

Only to find the Leech twins standing right outside the washroom door

"Shrimpy~" "Good Afternoon."

Two equally large smiles with all their sharp teeth shown in plain view

There was no way Yuu was going to out-run the twins in all their 190-something height glory so might as well just get the dreaded over with

Azul's smile brightens at seeing Yuu's defeated face and he grabs her wrist along to an empty hallway with the twins walking behind them

The prefect closes her eyes, waiting for the inevitable to come

Only to feel her bowtie coming undone which at this point had Yuu stopping Azul's hands

"Wait wait-wait, WAIT! Aren't you trying to write on my face?! Floyd, stop taking my gloves off. And Jade, don't think I didn't notice you trying to get my coat!"

"Where's the fun in writing on a place someone else has wrote on?"

Jade answers in place of Azul with a cheerfulness Yuu didn't know he had

Yuu's protests are quickly muffled as the trio work together to take off her coat, undone the top buttons to her collared shirt and her gloves were tucked into Floyd's pockets

"I call dibs on shrimpy's wrist!"

"Then I'll take her hand."

Leaving their benevolent dorm leader to carefully write down his name on Yuu's collarbone

Once the three of them were all done admiring their handiwork, which were three varying shades of blue names, they promptly restored her school uniform back to normal

(Yuu could only look on into the blank space with deadpan eyes during the meantime as they tidied up her uniform)

"Since our goal has been accomplished, we will be taking our leave. See you next time, prefect."

With a goodbye and an impeccable smile, the trio finally turns to go back to wherever they came from

Before Yuu could finally relax the tense nerves in her system, Floyd turns around to say one last thing

"The writing will remain for a week, so shrimpy doesn't need to worry about getting it smudged~"

Which left one final thought in the prefect's mind

Ace and Deuce are so going to get it

[hazbinshusk]

I need more information on the overlords of hell, if only because I have this whole thing in my head about how they each stand in for the seven deadly sins, and I don't have one for sloth and I need it so my brain will brrr.

I know it's probably not a new idea, but here's my reasoning:

wrath - camilla carmine. she's a weapons dealer, powerful and running things (much in the same way that satan is running things - at least while lucifer is mia). she and satan also both have this whole restrained anger thing about them which I think is a great parallel (although she's got more control than he does).

lust - obviously valentino and his porn empire. now, he's a darker side of the idea of lust than our good boy ozzie. he leans more into the concept that lust without consent is greed (which ties into one of my other overlords later, you'll see), but his power absolutely lies in controlling what's 'sexy' - like how angel's work seems to be dependent more on val's kinks than what's popular with the pride ring.

envy - hear me out, but it's vox. he's constantly amassing this empire, this power, which, yeah, could be read as greed, but he's doing it because he wants what others have. he wants to be a one of the big dicks of hell, to beat camilla and zestial and especially alastor. vox creating the vees is a way to push himself above the others because he wants them to want what he has. his shows, his apps, his beef with alastor in stayed gone, everything is designed to make people like him more than the other overlords, especially alastor. hence the big smiles and posturing for audiences - he doesn't need to do that for power - he already has that. he does that because he wants to be respected/liked more than the others are. and alastor has that with the other overlords - zestial and rosie like him, camilla respects him (at least enough to speak to him like an equal). vox is looked down upon by the other overlords, and he envies that power alastor has.

pride - I feel like it's obvious it's alastor. he's so self-assured to the point that he's dismissive of everyone around him, especially those who could be seen as a threat. he goes up against adam, the most powerful of the exterminators, seemingly without any concern that he might not be strong enough to stop him (to the point where alastor isn't even armed with any angelic steel.He has some in the shield, but not even his little summoned creatures carry angelic weapons against adam). and to that point, pride is alastor's downfall there - if he'd been better prepared, he could have taken adam out. but he refused to use weapons provided by another overlord. he's threatened by lucifer (the actual sin of pride) because he can provide charlie with things alastor can't, and alastor being charlie's go-to for advice and protection and her hotel's needs are what gives him power in their relationship. it's what he needs for his ulterior motives to succeed. also, pride going head to head with pride is the most on point thing possible for the seven deadly sins.

gluttony - this feels a little lazy honestly, but rosie. but she's a cannibal, and what is cannibalism if not people throwing away all their reasoning for the joy of the feast?

greed - velvette. she's got a whole material wealth thing about her. fashion/social media overlord, the latter of which is always tied to overconsumption (hello, watch any of those grwm tiktoks where they have like, outfits for their stanley cups and twenty-three step hand care regimes where most of it is completely unnecessary). she and val are the only ones of the overlords we see consistently changing their outfits, and as I mentioned above, I see val tied into this sin, too. not just because of the outfits, but because of the love potions. ozzie calls them artificial bullshit, and we see ads in Hazbin that show that val and vel make and sell them. I also think husk would have been the overlord 'of greed' back before he lost his soul to alastor, which also fits into my headcanon that with velvette being the youngest of the overlords and having died around the 2000s/2010s (I think?), husk probably lost power before she acheived overlord status with the vees, maybe even before she died, seeing as the other residents of the hotel don't seem to know who he was in his past, so maybe it's been a while since he fell off the map.

sloth - ??? we don't really have one for sloth? I don't think the gambling overlord would have fit here, so I don't think it was husk. and we don't know enough about zestial or the others for them to fit but it doesn't feel like zestial's vibe? like, the closest we have is him not wanting to fight the angels, but that was for lack of information, rather than laziness.

so please, season two, solidify this idea for me because I love the symmetry of it and it's killing me that sloth is unfulfilled.

[tealvenetianmask]

Moxxie and His Weapons Grade Daddy Issues (Part 2)

How would Moxxie react to becoming a dad?

TLDR for part 1: Fans often overlook the magnitude of Moxxie's trauma and insecurity and the ways in which his issues make him rely heavily on both Millie and Blitz. He hasn't meaningfully worked through any of this, and I think we're going to need to contend with that in Season 3.

Let's start with the M&M relationship.

In lots of ways, Moxxie and Millie have a healthy, loving relationship- OBVIOUSLY. I actually think that one of the reasons why fans overlook their flaws is because they're so warm and sweet with each other, and from Season 1 onward, they were set up as a comforting relief from the repeated trainwrecks that stolitz kept making us watch. Okay. Let's give Moxxie and Millie credit and list the positives.

They recognize and celebrate each other's strengths. Moxxie LOVES when Millie kicks ass in battle. From the "Oh Millie" song all the way to his comments during the fight in Sinsmas, he's so smitten when she does her job well. Millie loves Moxxie's singing. She brags about his sexual prowess. She believes in his ability to excel on missions.

BOTH think each other are hot and aren't afraid to let the whole world know (sometimes in very inappropriate situations).

Both are motivated by helping each other. Millie, of course, will cut through dozens of goons to save Moxxie. Moxxie is motivated by Millie to stand up to Crimson. And to take the kill shot in Murder Family. She motivates him to set his ego aside in Unhappy Campers.

They share a zany, chaotic sense of fun.

Millie gives Moxxie a pep talk when her leg is in a fucking bear trap.

They seem to forgive each other's shortcomings easily. Millie followed up events in Exes and Ohs with "Next time, tell me if your daddy is a psychopath," and Unhappy Campers with "just don't do it again." Moxxie responds to Millie's outburst in Sinsmas with concern instead of judgment.

They give each other space for their various needs. Moxxie knows when to let Millie just spend time with her sister in Hell's Belles. Millie gives Moxxie time to do the investigation in Unhappy Campers "his way." And in turn (once he get through his freak out), Moxxie gives Millie the space and support necessary for her to enjoy her 15 minutes of fame.

Even with all of these genuine positives, I see some warning signs in their failures to communicate and Moxxie's utter dependence on the relationship.

Communication:

By the time we get Exes and Ohs, Millie has NO IDEA that Moxxie grew up in a mob family. I understand that it's because of trauma and concern for her that he keeps it secret. But they're a married couple and she knows nothing about his past. So Moxxie is carrying around a secret, and Millie is unable to help him with his trauma.

Moxxie refuses to ask for help from Millie when he needs it (Exes and Ohs, Unhappy Campers, just NOT COMING HOME without texting or anything when dealing with the "math nightmare" in Ghostfuckers). His need to prove himself actively harms their relationship in these situations.

Millie knows that Moxxie is insecure and traumatized (at least instinctively), so she waits until she ABSOLUTELY CAN'T STAND IT ANYMORE before calling out his behavior. Millie waits until she reaches a boiling point to tell Moxxie to pay attention to her needs in Unhappy Campers. She supported Moxxie through an entire day of buying stupid art on the streets of LA before finally snapping about it after dark in Seeing Stars.

Now, Millie doesn't want to tell Moxxie about her pregnancy. And this is speculation, but I think that in addition to Millie grappling with her own emotions about this situation, she also doesn't want to sort out those emotions while having to take care of Moxxie's very intense emotions at the same time.

Dependence: First of all, it's okay to depend on your significant other for aspects of your wellbeing. Especially if it's mutual and especially if needs and capacities to give are properly communicated. But I do think their relationship is somewhat imbalanced.

Millie gives Moxxie a pep talk while her leg is in a fucking bear trap.

Millie's very often in a caretaker role, or making sure that Moxxie is being taken care of. She attends to his emotions in The Harvest Moon Festival, in Unhappy Campers, in Exes and Ohs... Even in Ghostfuckers, when Millie can't be present, she makes sure Loona is taking care of Moxxie. While sometimes one partner needs a lot of care, it CAN put a lot of pressure on the person who is doing all of the taking care.

It seems like usually, Moxxie's emotional needs come first, unless Millie demands to have hers met (i.e Unhappy Campers).

As explained above, Moxxie doesn't tell Millie about his emotional needs, so she has to do the emotional labor of figuring those emotions out before helping him with them.

I just . . . I love them, but I worry about them too.

Predictions for how Moxxie will react IF Millie decides to go through with the pregnancy:

These are predictions, obviously. The show very well might prove me wrong.

Personally, I'll think Moxxie will be overjoyed for about 5 minutes, because he loves Millie and has a fun and caring nature and wants to do a better job than his father did with him. And . . . oh shit . . . his father . . . he'll quickly start to freak out.

Moxxie's insecurity will play a role. Will he do a good job? No one can walk him through this, and he'll feel like if his kid ends up messed up, it will be HIS FAULT. And there's the masculine stereotypes that get involved when it comes to "being a good dad." I can picture Moxxie trying to build a crib from scratch and crying in the fetal position when the whole project falls apart. I can picture him getting stressed about the baby's health and early education and buying products that are marketed as "what the baby NEEDS" that are completely unnecessary, and all of this leading to a very frustrated Millie.

Moxxie will be extremely protective over Millie and their child. I think he won't want Millie going on assassin missions at all. He might fear that Crimson could want to hurt his child. I think the result is more perfectionistic planning and stressing and breaking down.

Moxxie has never been needed to this degree before. Millie is a self-sufficient person. With Millie's body going through terrifying changes and a huge shift in responsibility for both of them, he will have to be as present for her emotional needs as she is for his. He CAN'T get fully absorbed in fear or perfectionism or the need to prove himself, because he has to be there for his wife.

I also won't be surprised in Moxxie is faced with increased responsibility at work. Stolas doesn't know what he's doing, and are we getting more new I.M.P. employees too? Millie won't be there to take care of him, at least for a time, and he might actually have to lead other people. He's NOT READY for this.

So . . . is Moxxie capable of handling all of this if he goes through much needed character development?

I think so. He has the makings of a good partner and a good dad.

BUT I do expect at least one major blow-up (worse than the ones we've seen so far) along the way. And I hope it leads him to think very deeply about the baggage he brings and be open about this with Millie. Because they both deserve it, and they deserve to find happiness with each other, whether or not that involves a kid.