#so shes like right outside my door whimpering and pawing at the floor and whining

[coern]

i have been trying to fall asleep for almost an entire gayass hour

[gaiuswrites]

yoga!din thoughts:

they've been fucking around for awhile, but only in the studio. never beyond the studio doors, not even in the cramped, single-person bathroom across the hall. their relationship is purely physical—probably couldn't even consider it fwb. he likes her, is irritated by her, likes the smoothness of her pussy. she likes him, is fascinated by him, likes the rigidness of his cock. it doesn't go much further than that.

that all changes when they run into each other at the grocery store.

I-

christ on a cracker here we go. I’m ready to die now. Cause of death, yoga!Din oh NO-

This... I have no idea what any of this is, but Jess and I have been having a good ol’ time with it. I also want to give a shout out to Rachel for always being a rock in these unprecedented times and taking interest in this main man and I’ll probably be sending you similar messages for your masseuse au to torture you and im not even a little sorry about it

(warnings: SMUT, spanking, language, so pls minors, politely, go home thanks)

She always does this—why does she always do this? 

She drifts down the aisles with the practiced effort of a trapeze artist, juggling the load of groceries bundled to her chest.

Get a cart. Just get a damn cart—a basket, something.

But no. She doesn’t. It happens every time: she goes in for one item—maybe two—and two turns to three and three turns to four, and suddenly they’ve multiplied like rabbits and she’s got half the store in her arms.

Trail mix from the bulk bins, almond milk, coffee grounds, bananas, spirulina powder, those delicious chickpea chips that were buy-one-get-one—how was she supposed to just walk past that—spinach, tofu, zucchini noodles, salmon fillets—

And she nearly drops it all when she spots him. Dark hair, dark eyes.

She stalls out, puttering to a halt. He’s reaching into the frozen meats section, rifling through the various cold cuts. She’d recognize the yawn of his back anywhere, the slope of that broad plane— his arms too, how his tricep cuts across the tawny gold. The shapes they can make. 

The positions they can bend her into.

Maybe it’s best if she just turns around now, sneaks away, pretends like none of this ever happened—she could do that. That would be easy—the easier of the two options, to be sure, because the alternative sounds terrifying and messy, and maybe if she just backs up nice and slow—

Din wheels his cart forwards and glances up. Shit.

He’s not sure what he’s even looking at at first. His feet slow, and there’s a groove creased into his forehead, brow ticking down. She’s here— right here in front of him. How can she be here? How can she be anywhere but where he knows her best—knows her at all? Inside that room, woven limbs and sweaty skin on glossed wood floors. How can she be here—outside that sacred space—in his fucking grocery store?

They stare at each other. She breaks first.

“Hi,” she mumbles out, beguiling.

“Hey,” Din responds, gruffer than he means.

“Hi,” she says again, pressing her lips together to hide a smile.

A grin tugs at him too, but he tampers it; they let a silent, pregnant beat pass between them and then—

“What are you doing he-“ “Have you been here befo-“

They’re speaking over each other—nervous and out of step—and they share a huffed chuckle. They’ve never been this before. They’ve always been physical and brash and bold and they’ve never needed words—they’ve shown each other exactly what they meant and what they wanted through touch—and now, when they need them most, they’re at a loss.

“Just getting some supplies,” she answers him with a shrug, causing one of her many parcels to slip from the precarious tower she’s constructed, and Din, ever agile, catches it before it strays too far. 

“My hero,” she quips dryly, gratefully, as he carefully places the package of tofu on top of the heap. He makes a face, wrinkling his nose. “Is that stuff any good?”

“It’s an acquired taste,” she smirks.

He’s closer to her now, less than an arm’s length away, and Din’s eyes flit to the fading mark at the swallow of her neck, peeking up from the collar of her shirt— the mark he left there just days prior, when she ground down on him, supple frame speared by his cock, rocking frantic and needy up and down on him, whimpering hushed noises into the empty studio. His hand splayed the width of her back, cradling her to him as she rode Din, stretching around him fucking perfectly. 

“Fuck, this pussy takes me so well,” he seethed through a clenched jaw, her breasts rutting against his chest with each bounce of her hips. He growled. “You’re so - shit - you’re tight-” 

Din gave her ass a sharp smack before pawing at it, grabbing a fistful of the flesh there and she moaned— she fucking moaned, depraved and oaky, and knocked her head back, lips falling open and eyes rolling shut. Din groaned at the sight—this woman, this fucking thorn in his goddamn side—sheathed around him, writhing as he fucked up into her—and she had the audacity to moan like that. 

“You like that?” He slapped her ass again and she whimpered, clawing at him, tangling her fingers into his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. He had to resist the urge to shudder—snapping his mouth tight around a whine.

Normally, she’d meet him with some sort of resistance. She was cheeky and smarmy and they both knew it—it’s a game they played—perfectly balanced, perfectly opposed. But she couldn’t help it—she was too far gone, too fucked out, and the words unspooled from her lips like yarn. 

“Yes-yes—fuck, Din- please.”

That earned her another swift crack, the pillowed flesh prickling red from the sting of his palm, and it tore a guttural sound out of her, wrecking through her pretty throat. “God, you’re a filthy little thing. So f-fucking filthy for me-“ 

He ripped her orgasm out of her, his fingers snaked between their bodies, furiously working at her clit in tight, wet circles. It felt like a punch to his gut, as her pussy clamped down around him and gushed. 

When he finally came, spilling into her slicked cunt, he had to bite down on her neck just to keep from fucking shouting. 

He tears his gaze off the bruise, returning to her face—and it’s hardly any better. The corner of her mouth has turned up, just barely, the whisper of it wry and aching. That look—that infuriating, debilitating glint in her eyes—has settled and it makes his cock twitch against his jeans.

“Having a barbecue?” she asks, nodding to his cart, the beer and buns and patties there.

He clears his throat, “Something like that.”

Fenn insisted on it—’I’m not wasting the perfect weather. We’re all doing something, whether you like it or not’— He could only fight her on it for so long. Lesser men have tried and failed, and he knew it best to quit while he was ahead.

“Sounds fun. It’s supposed to be a beautiful weekend.”

“Yeah, so I hear.” Din has to fight the roll of his eyes.

The spell had been broken. They’d spirited themselves away—lying to each other and themselves—as if their tryst existed above consequence, above ramification—like they weren’t even real people. Just ideas, ideas they’d fuck and then suddenly and conveniently vanish—out of sight, out of mind; would disappear as the sun that set on them, blurring lines into the dark.

But he sees her here, clumsy willow arms and cotton tee and cut-off shorts and those beautiful fucking legs he loves wrapped around him so much, and she’s glowing despite the ugly fluorescent sheen cast up from the linoleum tile and—

It’s different. She’s different. Fuller. He knows her now—like this. And he can’t unknow her.

His throat bobs. Maybe he should ask her if she’s free. If she’s got plans. Maybe—

“I’ll see you on Wednesday then,” she says, something unreadable in her voice.

Din swallows. He nods. “Wednesday.”

Oh fuck, he likes her.

She tips her head to him, grinning something small, and shuffles off towards the register.

He watches her go, eyes following as she rounds a corner and slips away. She can feel them on her, his eyes, boring into her backside—all the way to her car, through the town, up to her driveway, into her kitchen where she cupboards her groceries—she feels him, the heavy heat of him, melting against her spine.

@djarinsbeskar @frannyzooey @pedros-mustache

[dumdumsun]

And Dusk

A/N: Prayers for poor Olga 🙏🏾

Warnings: blood, violence, straight up murder

Word Count: 4096

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Chapter 13: Öga för Öga

Clicking steps echoed the hall Sir Reginald Hargreeves currently walked down, leaving a very discontent Five behind. Once the man disappeared down the hall, the boy left the lounge, growling and rubbing the back of his neck. Mind racing, he hopped on the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. Just as the doors were about to close, (Y/N) slipped between them, Pennycrumb under her arm, and grasped onto Five’s arm. Eyes wide, the boy watched her in shock. “(Y/N)? I thought you left already. What are you doing?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” She whispered. “Five, I’m sorry… about lying to you. I-I was gonna tell you all about living with Dad a-and being adopted by him again, but then I didn’t and it was selfish and stupid-”

“(Y/N)-”

“But what I’m sorry about the most was for not speaking up about us. It wasn’t fair to you,” She shook her head. “I just… I’ve been doubtful about us lately. It’s like, everyone’s saying we shouldn’t be together… And after hearing it for so long…”

Five placed his hands on her shoulders firmly. “No,” He breathed. “I’ve waited too long for this, dammit. Listen to me, (Y/N). Don’t let what others say determine your opinions. What we have is fine. I know it seems fucked up, I know it seems wrong. But does any of this ever feel wrong to you?”

Glancing up at him, she shook her head. “No…”

“Exactly. This… Our entire upbringing was so dysfunctional and confusing. Nothing ever felt like true family. We were strangers in our own childhood home. We’re just now behaving like an actual family unit and it’s still confusing. So, no one has the right to tell us how to love. Especially not Reginald Hargreeves. The man who caused this.”

The two rested their foreheads against each other as the elevator doors opened, but they didn’t bother leaving just yet. As the doors closed again, (Y/N) sniffled. “So, you’ve never thought this wasn’t going to last?”

“I’ve never, ever doubted us. I know… compared to you, I know next to nothing about love. But this? This is real. And I promise you, Starlight, once the timeline is restored… I’m making this official. If you’ll have me.”

Snapping her head up, (Y/N) let her tears fall. “Are you… You’re serious?” She grinned. When Five nodded, she quickly elevated herself on her toes and pecked his lips repeatedly. “Yes. Finally.” She whispered. Five grinned and tightened his hold on her, blinking them both out of the building and outside.

“Well, then, why don’t we speed up the process? Here’s what's going to happen,” He started and pulled away, gently wiping her tears away. “I’m about to meet up with The Handler. She offered me a deal to kill the entire board of directors of the Commission in exchange for a briefcase to get us all home to 2019. No more World War III, no more apocalypse.”

(Y/N) glanced down at her pup, who peered up at her, tongue hanging from his mouth. “How can you trust her?”

“I don’t know if I even should. But I’ll have to. She’s our only… our only option.”

From the way he sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets, she could tell he was already regretting his decision. Gently caressing his cheek, she offered him a small smile. “You don’t want to kill, do you?” She whispered, receiving the shake of a head as an answer. “I-I don’t even know what to say to that… Just… Just know that I won’t think any differently of you. You’ll still be my Five. And I’ll be right there beside you if you need me.”

“My god, I don’t deserve you…” He sighed. Quietly chuckling, (Y/N) set her pet down and pulled Five into a hug. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I appreciate you, I really do. I’m gonna get us out of here, but I don’t want you helping me on this. The Handler already knows about you. I can’t have her using you or anything like that against me. So… just wait for me.”

“Wait? Five, I can’t just let you do something like this alone.”

“I know I’ve asked you too many times at this point, but this will be the last. I promise I’ll get you as soon as I come back.” The boy tried a smile as he pulled away. When she gently bit her lip, he sighed. “(Y/N), you can’t come. I’m sorry, but you’ll be by my side after this is over. I promise, okay?”

She shifted her eyes away from him. “You don’t have to keep promising. I trust you.” She whispered. Five exhaled and gently picked up Mr Pennycrumb, placing him in her arms before pecking his love on the lips. With a small smile, he turned around to leave. Just as he blinked away, (Y/N) very gently pinched the back of his blaser, allowing herself and her pet to be teleported with him.

(Y/N) considered herself very lucky for the fact that Five hadn’t noticed her presence. Or maybe she had her stealth to thank. She would quickly duck behind walls, corners, tables and so on whenever she felt that Five was becoming suspicious of her. After all, she knew him like the back of her hand; she could tell when he was subtly glancing over his shoulder or out of the corner of his eye. She waited outside the door of the room the boy had entered, keeping her hand over her pet’s mouth to silence him as she attempted to eavesdrop on the muffled conversation between Five and who she assumed was The Handler.

She had to admit, it did set her blood boiling at the thought of him being alone in that room with another woman, but she knew he would never be disloyal to her. Not after his confession and proposal. So, she shook off her jealousy and hid once again when he exited the room, briefcase in hand.

She gave herself a great pat on the back when she successfully managed to blink with him for the second time. And the third. And when he used the briefcase to teleport. By this point, she was light-headed and nursing her whimpering pup as she followed Five from a distance. She had no idea where or when they were, but judging by the cars people drove and the hairstyles they wore, she wasn’t in the sixties anymore. Most likely the late seventies or early eighties, she assumed.

Setting Mr Pennycrumb on the ground, (Y/N) grabbed hold of his leash and kept a close eye on her love as she blended in as a teenage girl, in outdated clothing, walking her puppy towards an inn. After watching Five enter, she walked onto the porch and sat herself in one of the rocking chairs. She tapped her fingers and toes to the rhythm of the upbeat polka music sounding from the inside. To pass the time, she reviewed tricks with Mr Pennycrumb, clapping and excitedly petting him in praise whenever he’d succeed. What the puppy expected, though, was a treat. It was then that she realized neither of them had eaten in quite some time.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, baby…” She whispered to the pup, who only whined and pawed at her ankles. Huffing, she jumped to her feet and led the two of them inside. Everyone seemed to be dressed for polka dancing, considering their attire and the music playing from a nearby room. With a polka party, there had to be food. Turning to her left, she was met with a nest of blonde curls. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Well, hi there,” The woman looked up with a jolly smile. “I just told the young man before you, we don’t put out the cookies until three.”

“That’s amazing,” (Y/N) smiled. “I was actually wondering where the… polka dancing takes place.”

The woman assessed the young girl with a raised brow. “Very… interesting choice of clothing. And I’m afraid we can’t allow the dog.”

“Ah- Yes, my mom’s actually in there with my clothes. I just need to find her and change. And this is her… service dog.”

“He looks a little young to be a service dog, sweetie.”

“That’s what I told the doctor,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling down at her pup. “But he does his job very well for the cute little thing he is. However, he cannot do his job if he isn’t at my mom’s side, so…”

Sighing, the woman gestured to her left. “All the way down that hall, dear. Just keep an eye on the dog, will ya?”

“Of course. Thank you.” She nodded before leading her and Pennycrumb in the direction of the room jumping with cheery music and the clicking of dancing feet. She found herself a table in the corner of the room after meandering her way past attendees. Just as she sat herself down, she was greeted by smiling faces, allowing them to gush over and pet her puppy. This eventually resulted in them wanting to feed him their scraps of food, much to her delight.

(Y/N) helped herself to the buffet as she watched the door carefully, wanting to keep an eye on Five’s whereabouts. What she didn’t expect after eating the majority of her plate was to be pulled onto the dance floor. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she genuinely had a blast learning to polka dance, as embarrassing as it was to her. She caught on rather quickly and allowed herself three dances before she politely excused herself, collected her dog, and crept out of the room. Just as she entered the hall again, she saw the blonde attendant from earlier storming away from a broken vending machine and into a room for a meeting labeled ‘Midwest Soybean Society’.

That doesn’t even sound like a real thing, she thought. That must be where the board is meeting.

Deciding to wait out Five’s ‘work’, she strolled over to the vending machine, wincing at the broken glass that once contained the delicious snacks inside. Squinting her eyes, she noticed a certain candy bar, the Fudge Nutter, was leaning just out of its slot. It was just hanging by a thread. That’s when (Y/N) realized, Five hadn’t eaten in a while either. This must’ve been his doing. Using her foot, she kicked the glass out of the way and stuck her hand in, plucking the candy out of its place and pocketing it. Just when she did so, she heard Mr Pennycrumb’s barks aimed in front of them. (Y/N) blinked at the sight before her.

A man- could she even call him that? - with a fish tank holding a goldfish for a head came running in her direction in a panicked hurry, huffing and puffing through what looked to be an intercom of some sort. Tightening her hold on the leash, she swirled her way in front of the fish-man any time he’d change his direction. “Out of my way!” He hissed, but (Y/N) continued to block his path until Five blinked right in front of her. From where she stood behind him, she saw that he was drenched in blood and could only imagine what he looked like from the front. The boy clutched a paddle in his hands, his movements fidgeting. The fish-man gasped in shock at the boy. “Surely, we can come to some form of agreement that benefits both parties,” His British accent quivered. “Quid pro quo? What do you say?”

“Why not?” Five shrugged. “Here’s your quid.” The boy swung the paddle into the man’s side, eliciting a shriek from him. “Here’s your pro.” Then to his leg, sending him to his knees. “And here’s your quo.”

“No! No! Please, don’t!” He whimpered as Five aimed the paddle to his glass tank containing the goldfish. “No!” He cried as the boy smashed the paddle through the tank, glass shattering and water pouring all around. The body fell to the ground with a thud as well as the goldfish. Five loomed over the fish just as Mr Pennycrumb happily barked and skittered to the boy. Blinking, he turned to the dog in confusion.

“Mr Pennycrumb?” He whispered. From his peripheral, he spotted (Y/N) joining his side. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?! How did you even-”

“I’m surprised I made it this far,” She hummed and crouched down, a bag of water in her hand she had fetched the moment Five had blinked into the hallway. “No, baby, you just ate. You fatty.” She chuckled and gently pushed her very hyper golden retriever away, preventing him from gobbling down the fish.

Five watched as she delicately picked AJ up with her index finger and thumb, plopping him into the bag of water before holding it closed. “What’s the poor bastard’s name?” She asked and stood to her feet. Five let out a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling.

“AJ Carmichael…”

“Well, then… It’s nice to meet you, AJ.” She whispered to the bag. The teens quickly looked up when two giggling women exited the polka association room. They stopped in their tracks, observed the scene, and headed straight back inside without a word spoken. (Y/N) sighed and handed the bag over to her love before picking up her pup’s leash. “Oh! I almost forgot.” She perked up and fished the candy out of her pocket, tucking it into Five’s instead.

“For your hard work.”

“Thank you, my love.”

Not a word was spoken between the two after Five took them back to 1963 via the briefcase. “Why couldn’t we just use this to get back home?”

“Because of that,” He pointed to the case that sat on the gravel before them. It shook and sputtered and crackled, an electric blue light emanating and swallowing it whole until it was gone. “She’d never hand me a ticket out of here until she got what she wanted.”

“Yeah, I guess I should’ve thought of that…” (Y/N) whispered and turned away.

They stood in the middle of an alleyway, awaiting The Handler’s arrival as (Y/N) took her handkerchief out of her breast pocket and began ridding Five’s face of the blood splatter the best she could. His eyes wouldn’t meet hers no matter how hard she tried to capture them. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, with the way his brows scrunched and his bloodied fingers rubbed against each other. Once she finished what she could of his face, she gently took his hands in hers and cleaned those as well. Their eyes finally met, both pairs filled with concern for the other, just before the sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

The Handler, in all her glory, walked towards the two, briefcase in hand. Five wouldn’t even face her, even went as far as to keep his back towards her even after she stopped to stand in front of (Y/N). “We meet again, dear.”

“I had a feeling…”

“Do you bring the mutt everywhere you go?”

(Y/N) shrugged at her pet, who was busy scratching himself behind his ear. The Handler hummed and turned to Five. “Well?”

Without a word, the boy stretched his arm that held the bag behind him. The Handler gasped and set the briefcase down, moving her veil out of the way and taking the bag into her hands. She cackled, cooed and sighed at poor AJ before settling her sights on Five, who was now turned to face her. “You know, you’re really starting to fill out those tight little shorts of yours. Isn’t he, (Y/N)?”

Said girl only watched her love, who looked anywhere but at her. She realized he was ashamed, he was regretful. The Handler frowned at him, hand on her hip. “What’s wrong with him? He’s never this quiet after a job like this. I thought you’d be buzzing after this morning’s slaughter, Five.”

“All this killing,” Five sighed. “I’m done with it.”

The Handler raised her brows and moved forward, going to caress his cheek as she usually did, but (Y/N) stepped to his side, hand firmly on his arm. Chuckling, she turned back to Five. “Am I supposed to take that seriously?”

“What I did today, I did for my family. I did it to save the world.”

“Please. Spare me your little assassin with the heart of gold routine, will you?” She tapped his nose before picking up the briefcase and stretching it towards them. “Here. Per our agreement, this will get you, your siblings, and dear (Y/N) back to 2019.”

To spare him the humiliation of taking the briefcase, (Y/N) did it herself, glaring at the woman.

“You have ninety minutes.”

(Y/N)’s stomach dropped as Five snapped his head up. The Handler turned to walk away as he quickly followed her. “You said nothing about a time limit!”

Glancing at her watch, she smiled. “Actually, you have eighty-nine minutes and thirty seconds. Better hurry.”

“You fucking-”

“This is impossible, okay?!” Five interrupted (Y/N)’s insult in a panic. “My siblings are scattered across the city!”

“Nothing’s impossible. You proved that this morning when you killed the board.”

“I need more time.” Five rushed, glancing at his love for a moment, the girl clutching the briefcase in one hand, Pennycrumb’s leash in the other.

“Any more time, and people will start asking questions,” The Handler’s neutral tone contradicted Five’s rushed, panicked voice. “The sooner you get home and out of this time period, the better off we’ll both be, so ticktock, ticktock.”

Growling, Five charged up to (Y/N), the girl watching as the she-devil happily waved at them before Five blinked them out of the alleyway. The blood-scrawled message on Elliott’s floor was hard not to notice when they appeared in his home. (Y/N) widened her eyes at the message written in Swedish:

ÖGA FÖR ÖGA

Five snatched the briefcase from her hold and sighed before he hurried up the steps. (Y/N) followed close behind, the voices of Diego and Luther becoming more apparent the closer they got. Reaching the top of the stairs, they noticed a chair with a sheet-covered figure laying in it. (Y/N) dropped the leash and approached the chair, slowly uncovering the figure and gasping at the sight of a bloodied Elliott. His face was frozen in agony, the light within his dark eyes vanished. She and Five let out a simultaneous ‘damn’ before she covered him back up. “The three psychopaths…”

She looked up as Five wandered the lounge room, searching for a safe place to store the briefcase. As he did so, (Y/N) entered the kitchen, watching her brothers share a single brain cell.

“My name? Is, uh, Luther Hargreeves, and-”

Diego snatched the phone out of Luther’s hand and put it up to his own ear. “You killed one of ours, Olga,” The misinterpretation had (Y/N) rolling her eyes to the back of her head. “Now we’re coming after you. You will be dead by nightfall.”

“Hey!” Five called as he entered the kitchen, beginning to take off his blaser. “It’s Öga För Öga, idiots. Swedish for ‘an eye for an eye’.”

(Y/N) moved behind him and assisted in removing his blaser, glancing up at her brothers. “The Swedes killed Elliott. Not poor Olga.” As she pulled off Five’s vest for him, Diego slowly turned back towards the wall.

“Wrong number. Have a lovely day.” He smiled before hanging up the phone. (Y/N) scoffed and held the boy’s clothes out of his reach when he tried to take them.

“Shower.” She demanded, Five clenching his fists.

“(Y/N), we don’t have time-”

“We’ll have plenty of time. You shower while I wash the blood out.” She explained and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. Five gently swatted her hands away.

“I can undress myself!”

“Then hurry and give me your disgusting clothes!”

“Fine!”

Five scoffed and moved around his brothers, ignoring whatever they had been calling out to him. (Y/N) shook her head and set her love’s clothes into Elliott’s kitchen sink. Diego and Luther leaned against the counter on either side of her as she began washing the blood from the vest.

“You gonna explain what the hell happened?” Diego whispered.

“Why’s he covered in blood?” Luther leaned closer.

“I tried to clean it, I really did.” (Y/N) shrugged.

The brothers gave each other a look before moving their attention back to their sister. Luther cleared his throat. “How’d he, uh… get the blood on him?”

She didn’t give him an explanation, though, and picked up the pile of clothes Five had just dumped outside of the bathroom door before returning to the sink. When the two saw she wasn’t going to speak on Five’s behalf, they both sighed and left her to her work.

Despite his irritation, the boy couldn’t help the swelling of his heart when he cracked the bathroom door open to find his slightly damp, but clean clothes neatly folded on the floor. Grabbing the clothes, he quickly tugged the uniform back on, save for the tie and blaser. Swinging the door open, he was met with a smirking (Y/N). He rolled his eyes as she approached him, taking his tie and putting it on for him. “Doesn’t that make you feel a bit better?”

“No,” He mumbled, but caught the amusement in her eyes. “Maybe a little… but it doesn’t matter because we’re losing time.”

“Well, sorry for not wanting you to smell like you just killed twelve people.” She whispered and pecked his lips, exiting the bathroom after his tie was fastened. Glancing in the mirror, Five adjusted his clothes as Luther did the same just outside the bathroom.

“So, I found a way home.”

“What? How?”

“All the details are irrelevant, but… I made a deal to get back to our timeline.”

(Y/N) watched from the lounge room as the boys spoke, gently petting her dog. Diego joined in the conversation as he pulled a jacket on. “What about doomsday?”

“Won’t happen.”

“And the 2019 apocalypse?”

“Everything will be back to normal,” Five sighed and exited the bathroom, blaser in hand. “Now no more questions. We gotta go. We have to find the others, right? Luther, you get Allison. Diego, Klaus. I’ll get Vanya. Now, we meet back in the arrival alley in seventy-seven minutes.” He pulled on the blaser and picked up four watches, handing one to each person in the room. “I’ve synchronized these watches.”

(Y/N) stood to her feet once the watch was given to her. “Five, what should I do?” She raised her brows. Five shook his head and busied himself with fastening the watch on her wrist.

“Starlight, I want you to gather your things, say your goodbyes to Mr Pennycrumb, and meet back in the alleyway as soon as possible-”

“Wait, what? We’re leaving Penny?” She widened her eyes. Five exhaled through his nose and wordlessly nodded. “Five, why? N-Nothing will happen, he’s just a dog.”

His eyes flicked up to her when her voice broke, his hands coming up to hold her jaw. “He may be just a dog, Starlight, but he isn’t insignificant. Every little yawn he takes, every bark he makes… it all matters, okay? We can’t risk it. I know Mr Pennycrumb was a comfort for you and I’m so sorry… but we can’t take him.”

(Y/N) shakily inhaled, desperately trying to blink back the tears in her eyes, but Five saw them long before she even noticed. Glancing down, he saw the puppy chewing at the toe of his shoe. With the utmost care, Five picked the puppy up and placed him into her arms before leaning down to look into his eyes. “Thanks, buddy… for taking care of her,” He reached forward, Pennycrumb instantly nuzzling his nose into his hand. “You did what I couldn’t. And for that, I am eternally grateful. Goodbye, Mr Pennycrumb.”

“I’m glad you two met.” (Y/N) whispered. Five smiled and sweetly kissed her before stepping back. Clearing her throat, she held her puppy close and walked down the stairs. She only allowed herself to cry when she stepped outside, the door shutting behind her.

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[missmitchieg]

The first time Julie has a nightmare that the guys are gone gone, a week after The Almost Forever Goodbye, she panics. She wakes up with tears in her eyes, her whole body shaking in horror at the horrendous images her brain had been conjuring up for the last half hour. The guys- the guys were just gone. They were destroyed. Removed from existence. To be remembered or cared about by Julie and Julie alone.

Julie sobs softly as she puts on her glasses and her monster paw slippers, running out of her room to get to the stairs. She trips over her feet and nearly falls a few times, still somewhat blinded by her tears. She manages to get all the way down safely and runs outside to the studio doors. She yanks the doors open and flips the light switch on, tears still streaming down her face and lungs still working on overdrive.

She gasps out little sobs as the boys look up and run to her from the couch, frantically touching any part of her boys she can reach, their shoulders, their hair, their hands, their cheeks, anything, just to make sure that they’re there and they’re fine and they’re safe and it’s not a hallucination, they’re really still there. As her panicked, sad mind starts to understand that her boys are there and they’re fine and they’re safe, she starts to calm down but still keeps a tight hold on Reggie’s shoulder and Luke’s arm.

“Hey. Hey.“ She hears Luke whisper, his voice gentle and soft. “Hey. What’s wrong?“ He asks, desperate to make it ok and make Julie feel better. He places a hand over hers on his arm, raising his other hand to tuck a curl behind Julie’s ear as her breathing slowly returns to normal.

Julie shudders and whimpers out that she had a nightmare, her cheeks turning a little red as she realized what a baby she must have looked like. Running to them crying about a bad dream. She sniffles and starts to let go of Reggie’s shoulder, her hands still shaking slightly. “You we- You were gone.“ She sobs out and grabs hold of Reggie again on instinct, looking up at them.

She whines as she sees the moment her boys’ ghost hearts break in their eyes, lowering her gaze to the floor. “I just- I needed to know you were still here. Still with me.“ She hiccuped, blinking her tears away.

“We’re here. We’re right here, Julie.” Reggie whispers quickly from her left side and wraps his arm around her waist gently, rubbing small circles with his thumb, tears in his own eyes at seeing the girl he saw as his sister so distressed.

“We’re here and we’re ok.“ Alex promises quietly from the right of his favorite lifer, pressing his forehead against her temple. His lips turned down in a frown, blinking tears away quickly.

“We’ll always be here, Julie. We’ll never leave you.“ Luke promises, squeezing her hand gently. “What can we do?“ He asks, the hand that was previously in Julie’s curls now cradling her cheek like he had just the week before.

“Just- Can you hold me? Please?“ She begs them softly, sighing in relief as her boys surrounded her in a hug, burying her face into Luke’s shoulder. She slowly felt her frantic anxiety and desperate sadness melt away as she stood their surrounded by the boys and their love, maybe for a few minutes and maybe an hour. She slowly pulled away with a small, slightly embarrassed smile, adjusting her glasses on her nose. “Thanks, guys.“ She said softly, clasping her hands.

“Anything for you, Julie.“ Luke promised and Alex and Reggie nodded instantly, making Julie’s smile grow.

“I love you guys.“ She tells them, genuinely meaning it.

“We love you, too, Jules.“ Reggie smiled. “You should get back to bed. It’s late.“

“Oh, right.“ Julie nodded and glanced at the doors behind her, looking back to the boys with big puppy eyes. “Walk me there?“

The ghost boys laughed fondly and nodded, Julie turning the lights off, Reggie taking her hand in his, Alex linking his pinkie in with hers and Luke wrapping his arms around Julie’s neck from behind, clumsily but cautiously walking out of the studio. They walked back into the house and up to Julie’s bedroom, Alex and Reggie sitting on the floor while Luke sits in bed in front of Julie.

Julie smiled as she kicked off her monster slippers and set her glasses down, getting comfortable under the covers.

“We’re not going until you fall asleep.” Luke promises with a smile.

“Yeah, we’ll stay right here.“ Reggie tells her and Alex nods, chuckling when Luke summoned his acoustic guitar and started to play quietly, singing a tune he hadn’t heard to Julie.

Darling, it looks like fate is on our side Yeah, the planets and the sparkling stars are all aligned Two hearts and souls all intertwined And I love the way that your hand fits just right in mine

Think it could’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to be Right here with me

Yeah, it must’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to stay Stay here with me

Dearest, we were just kids sitting by the lake Skipping on stepping stones and playing pat-a-cake Making angels with tongues covered in snowflakes And it felt like we could really stay that way all day

Think it could’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to be Right here with me

Yeah, it must’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to stay Stay here with me

Lover, remember the promises we made When we met on that September day A sacred vow that we would never stray And that we might even wed some special day

Think it could’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to be Right here with me

Yeah, it must’ve been destiny That brought you to me All I know is I want you to stay Stay here with me

All I know is that I’ll always stay Stay here with you

Luke finished the song with a smile, scratching the back of his neck shyly as he looked at Julie. “So, um, did you like my lullaby?“ He asked in a whisper, making Julie giggle.

“I loved it, Luke. But when did you write that song?” She asked.

“Um, just now, as I was singing it.“ He admitted, making Julie laugh again.

“Well, it was adorable, Luke.“ She said and yawned, her nose crinkling.

“Looks like it worked.“ Alex whispered as Julie finally fell back asleep and stood up slowly, giving Luke a look that said ‘the three of us are talking about that song‘ before poofing out.

Reggie bit his lip to keep from smirking and poofed out, leaving Luke alone with Julie.

“Sweet dreams, superstar.“ He whispered before he slowly started to walk out, deciding to leave that way just in case Julie had another nightmare or just got scared so he could get back to her quickly. He glanced at her one last time and smiled at her sleeping peacefully before heading to the studio to get his ear talked off about his lullaby and how he clearly belonged with her.

When he did show up in the studio with a smile on his face and a sparkle in his eyes, Alex and Reggie immediately bombarding him with questions about the song and insisting that he and Julie were indeed soulmates like the kids in his song, he didn’t disagree.

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

HASO “Evidence.”

Still working on the trial arc, and sorry I am late in posting. I had to go to work at seven and am trying to write in between helping guests. 

CREDIT and a THANK YOU to one of my amazing discord community members Eddi, who has been working for the last few months on the audio visual and transcript logs seen here. I did not write them, Eddi wrote them an was kind enough to let me use them in this story. I loved it and thought it brought a lot of authenticity to the story by bringing in an outside voice. 

WARNING: GRAPHIC blood, gore, and bodily mutilation. The Steel eye project development is VERY horrible, so don’t read if that is something that bothers you. 

It was a beautiful day.

The sky was a bright eggshell blue stratified with only the occasional cirrus cloud highlighting the sky with a touch of distant white. The sun was bright though the temperature was moderate only in the mid eighties.

Swimmers could be seen as distant pinpoints of light and froth on the surface of lake Geneva. Voices echoed up from the city coerced mostly by the purring of hover-car engines.

Towering white buildings rose high into the sky adding height instead of width to a city that had not grown outside its own borders for the past thousand years other than to go up.

Itw as a more environmentally efficient way to build, and left the countryside untouched by the scars of infrastructure and humanity.

Adam stared out the window for a long moment wishing for the peaceful embrace of the skies and the roaring of a jet engine. A soft whimper at his leg, and he looked down to see Waffles sitting at his heel, her head tilted back to look up at him. WHen he didn’t immediately respond to her she whined again and scooted closer, her paws making soft clicking sounds on the wood flooring below.

Finally he reached down and scratched her behind the ears.

She could sense his agitation, and it was clear that she didn’t much like it.

He couldn’t blame her.

He didn’t like it either. He sighed and turned his head away from the do and he window, back to the mirror in front of which he now stood. He didn’t see himself.

The man in the mirror was tall, straight backed with sharply trimmed and styled hair, jaw squared and raised. Both eyes were green though one expanded and contracted like the appriture of a camera. The expression on the man’s face was stern and unyielding.

He looked…. Like his father.

He had never seen much of a resemblance between them, but now he could certainly see it.

It didn’t help that the stars on his uniform seemed to add an extra ten years to his age.

With a soft sigh, he pulled his captain’s cap down snuggly onto his head and whistled low for his dog.

She fell into a perfect heel at his side, and he clipped the leash onto her colla.

Her black service vest was strapped on tight with a pair of doggie saddlebags on either side carrying water bottles. Waffles always liked having a job to do, and a little extra work would help to keep her relaxed during the trial rather than antsy.

She was going to have to stay very still for a very long time for the next few days.

“Ready girl.”

Her tail thumped against the floor at his voice.

“At least that makes one of us.”

He transferred her elash to his left end, though he didn’t technically need it, and led her out of the bedroom and into the large living room. It was a lot of hotel room for just one man. He would have been fine enough with a double queen personally, but he supposed if the UNSC was paying there was no reason to argue otherwise.

It felt strange, going to a hotel on the UNSC’s Dime to testify against the UNSC in one of the biggest trials of the century.

His stomach churned.

Waffles nosed his hand.

Dr Krill floated down from his examination of the chandelier, “I admire human artistry, but pragmatism is still my preferred way of living.” he motioned around the room, “A bit opulent.”

Adam nodded his agreement, “You can say that again. I haven’t slept on a bed that big in my life.” In all honesty, he was trying to keep his mind off of what was to come. He didn’t really care about the bed and certainly didn’t know if he had ever slept in a bed that large.

He sort of doubted it, he was in the UNSC after all.

A knock came on the door and he turned reaching for the handle and pulling it open. The driver from yesterday was waiting for him, his suit pristine. He bowed slightly, “The car is waiting for you, sir.”

He nodded, and motioned the other man to lead the way.

The man nodded and thanked him, stepping down the hall and leading them down into the lobby. They got a lot of looks as they made their way down, most likely because of krill, though his uniform might have caught some attention.

He was led out towards the car and slid into the back seat, suddenly surprised to find that he wasn’t alone.

“Admiral Kelly!”

“Good morning, Adam.”

“What are you doing here.”

“I am here to witness the trial. UNSC representatives thought it would be best if some of the newer brass came to oversee proceedings.”

He quickly looked out the window, suddenly remembering which side of the conflict this was on.

A hand rested on his arm, “I’m not here to make you feel bad about your decision, Admiral. You’re doing what needs to be done.”

He sighed and nodded, “I… thank you ma’am.”

“You sure this is something you are ready for.”

He paused and then shook his head, “No… I’m not ready, and I never will be.” She went to open her mouth but he stopped her, “But I’m the only one we have, so I will do what it takes.”

The car went silent as it slowly accelerated into the early morning traffic.

It was going to be a very long day.

Admiral Kelly turned to look at Krill speaking with him quietly while Adam looked out the window.

He wasn’t in the mood for talking right now though he knew how odd that was.

His stomach continued to churn as they drove through the streets heading towards the outskirts of the city where the Geneva court had been built just over 200 years ago.

The last buildings on the outskirts of town  went by and their first view of the court appeared in the car window. It was made in the classic greco-roman style with large white pillars and sloped rooftop and carvings on the top that depicted all the deities of justice ever conceived by historial religion, all cast and depicted in marble.

The thoroughfare up to the building was long and wide with a decorative reflecting pool at the center and a set of daunting steps leading up to the ornate front doors.

The grounds were meticulously kept with hedges shrub and flowering bushes, with what must have been miles and miles of water features and fountains off to the side.

It was a beautiful location, and it seemed that visitors found it a nice spot to rest while they enjoyed touring the sites.

He didn’t see much in the beauty today.

This was the UN supreme court, and the history of Geneva made this place hallowed in ways that made the court case for today all the more poignant.

The car pulled to a stop before the doors and a few gloved attendants stepped forward sharply dressed and opened the doors with almost militaristic precision as Admiral Vir and Admiral Kelly stepped out.

Waffles followed at his heels

He knew as soon as he stepped onto the marble steps that he wanted to leave, an the only thing that kept him there was the memory of those faces…. All the people counting on him back at the house, all the people who had never been given a chance to recover like he had.

He took a deep breath and ford himself up the steps and towards the front doos where a group of people were already congregating.

There were a few reporters there, without cameras, waiting to attend in the audience and record the proceedings for their news stories and daytime television. A few of them snapped discrete photos of him as he passed and was led through the wide double doors into the expansive inner hallway with a beautifully muraled ceiling and a line of decorative plants down the side.

Voices echoed inside the building, rising up around him to bounce off the marble.

The voices themselves were indistinct and difficult to understand as he made his way further into the room.

Men in suits lined the walls.

He eyed them critically wondering if any of them happened to be the defence.

A hand was placed on his shoulder, and he quickly turned to eye another attendant, who had evidently been trying to get his attention, “Right this way sir.”

He nodded and was led through the halls and into a nearby antichamber.

A wand was passed over his body.

“Please hold out your arm , sir.”

He did as ordered and watched as his forearm implant was temporarily deactivated. 

“The room is completely radio proof, sir. No signals go in or out. If you must make a call, I urge you to take it during the court recess.”

“Understood.”

“Please step inside and sit on the second row on the right side behind the prosecution.

He did as ordered, and stepped into another wide curving room.

It was much bigger than he would have thought, two stories high with amphitheater seats, and a massive curving desk at the front where nine Geneva court judges would be seated on their entrance.

There was no jury.

The Geneva court judges would be the jury for trial at this time.

Law practices had changed a lot since world war III but there was still some semblance of the old ways that still lingered on.

He took his seat, waffles grumbling softly as he slid onto the ground beside him.

Two people in suits followed him inside one in a dark blue suit and brown shoes, the other in pinstriped balck.

The one in blue was a woman, dressed sharply, her hair pulled back into a bun so tight you could have strummed out a tune on the hairs. She paused next to Adam and held out a hand, “Admiral Vir, we spoke over the phone.”

���Ms. Trevor.”

She nodded and motioned to the man, “And my partner Mr. Jackson. I trust you understand your purpose here today?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Jackson lifted his head, “Our case here is solid, admiral. This case isn’t about who is going to be punished for what happened, but about how long they will be punished, not to mention it is likely to set up some new legislation for the ethical creation and use of military hardware. Once we are done, something like this is unlikely to ever happen again.”

He wasn’t entirely sure he believed that, but he nodded and let them take their seats in the desk before him.

Waffles whimpered and prodded at his hands with her nose.

He stroked a hand over her big pointed ears.

The courtroom filled up within the next hour, and, Looking across the room, he saw a line of men and women sitting on the second row of the defence. Something about them put him on edge.

He had a feeling they were the scientists.

They were the ones who had developed the steel eye armor.

“All rise! For the honorable Geneva court judges!”

The entire room took to their feet as the nine judges filed out of a back chamber and stepped onto the floor. All of them wore traditional black robes with white collars as had been tradition for nearly thousand of years. They took their seats with a mass shuffling.

“Please be seated.”

The room shuffled back into place.

The head judge,at the center of the table leaned forward.

“On this day June 24, 4024 we open the Geneva Court case of The People VS UNSC Biomechanics Division. the court will begin by hearing opening statements from the council.”

Council for the prosecution stood, shuffling her papers once before stepping up to the lectern.

“Honorable judges and members of the court, today we are here to present evidence against a faction of the UNSC scientific division for gross ethical violations, torture, and pruposeful endangerment of human life. Evidence suggests over 29 killed, over 21 critically injured, maimed, or permanently crippled, and over 61 with lasting mental trauma. This is not counting over 50 Steel eye soldiers coerced without prior knowledge, into participation in the program, 30 of which are now deceased 15 of which have lasting mental trauma, and five that, while functional, still feel the effects today. Today we will be presenting, written documents, video recordings, and audio files from prior testing as well as first hand witnesses of both the testing and the war as well as expert witness from the scientist who read and compiled the files before trial. What was done to these men and women constitute as war crimes and their victims deserve compensation and closure for what was done to them.”

She stepped back from the podium and nodded.

The defence stood and made their way to the podium in turn, “Your honors, and members of the court, while it is true that some unfortunate incidents happened during testing and development of the steel eye project, there is ample evidence to prove that none of these men or women were coerced against their will into participation. All subjects were volunteer and duly informed before proceedings began. Furthermore, scientific ethics had not advanced far enough at the time to cover weather or not what they were doing was an ethical violation. The Defence is not asking for complete vindication for the accused, but the sum of what happens is surely less than war crimes.” 

They took their seat.

Adam wasn’t a lawyer, but he knew which opening statement he liked more. Now maybe he was biased, but certainly he felt that one presented greater amounts of evidence than the other. Of course it was up to the prosecution to show evidence that would convince the judges, beyond a reasonable doubt, that these men and women were guilty.

He listened to some more speaking, half falling asleep and assuming maybe this would be as bad as he thought it would when one of the prosecution stepped back up to the podium.

“The prosecution presents time stamped dated and logged evidence to the court for consideration. The first testing log we wish to present is from the eighteenth of October 4016 and overseen by Dr. Tato Nkosi written as log number 23.” 

Experimental Log #023:

So far we have not experimented with a human subject, All the sample tests and simulations indicate that there should be no interference with normal function nor create any feedback loops that could induce seizures. This is the first human testing that we will be doing. We have noticed that the animal testing resulted in significant irritation and irrational behavour from the subjects, We however suspect this was because they were unawares of the reason for the implantations.

The subject is unconscious for the process of implantation to prevent movement. 

-recording break-

The subject reacted violently to the implant, removing it in a highly violent manner while screaming and trying to injure any nearby scientists. We expected some level of resistance, but this indicates far more sensitivity than expected. Further testing will be required.

“The council for the prosecution wishes to present the audio/visual log.” A light flickers on as a video clip begins reeling.

Audiovisual Log Transcript:

The subject wakes suddenly, seeming to be woken by extreme pain. Screaming almost instantly and scrabbling at implant on their hand and wrist. Subject seems to be attempting to remove the implant. One of the scientists attempts to calm the subject only to be beaten by the subject who continues screaming. The scientist retreats from the subject just as the subject finally removes the test implant by ripping it from the subjects skin, tearing with it the subjects local nervous system along with large sections of the subjects musculature and ligaments. Seeming relieved at the lack of contact with the implant, the subject sinks to its knees. The subject is losing significant amount of blood, though we suspect the subject is unaware of this as large sections of the nervous system is still attached to the implant. The subject appears to be in shock as it observes its ruined lower arm and hand. The subject has resumed screaming and is now trying to get the scientists attention to fix its ruined lower arm and hand. The subject is sedated and arm treated. The recording ends here. 

Adam throws a hand up over his face feeling bile rise into his mouth at the image seared into his brain. Muscle and ligament dangling uselessly against a steel eye prototype. He felt a bit lightheaded but takes a deep breath in and out to calm his breathing. All around the room there are gasps of shock and disgust. A few people stand to leave the room unable to witness any more.”

The council steps forward, “This was the first log in a recorded series of proceeding logs with similar effects. We know in experimentation that accidents happen all the time, and we might have considered forgiveness if the experimentation had stopped here. Clearly implementation on human test subjects was not ready, as evidenced by the animal’s discomfort. Perhaps if they had stopped here, some measure of understanding might have been allowed. But they continued past this point with full knowledge that this sort of catastrophic event could happen. This test subject will never regain full use of his hand. Instead of stopping the experiment like hey should, the scientists determined that the use of painkillers was in order to make the subject operational. For this the prosecution calls expert witness Dr. Alexander Gladstone to the witness stand.”

On the bench to his side, a man stands slicking back his salt and pepper hair as he moves to sit in the witness stand and is sworn in.

“Dr. Gladstone, tell us a little of your credentials.”

“Of course, I received my PHD in Biomechanical interface and Engineering as well as an additional PHD in Mechanised robotics. I have worked as the head scientist for the UNSC testing division for nearly five years now after my predecessor quit. I helped to re-engineer this project under Iron eye as a step forward from the Steel eye project in a more controlled and ethical environment. I am also the scientists who reviewed these logs and compiled them for analysis today.”

“Thank you Dr. Now, may I ask why these scientists would have chosen to implement a drug dosage?”

“To understand why they had to do this, you must also understand the steel eye project itself. Steel eye was designed to enhance the strength, speed and durability of the wearer. We already have exo suits designed for use in factory and industrial settings, however the main issue we run into in a combat setting is that the machine responds too slow. The nodes detect electrical impulses from the muscles and then have to fire following that meaning the subject has already begun moving almost seconds in advance of the machine. Steel eye was created to integrate the machine directly into the body to intercept nerve impulses before the muscles even fire, thus making the wearer faster, and the augment making them stronger. To do this you have to make a direct interface with the nervous system. They first implemented small microfivers which would wrap themselves around the nerves in question to detect electrical signals. These were designed to cluster primarily along the spine but have additional nodes in the major muscle groups. However, direct stimulation of a nerve or nerve cluster sends signals to the brai nthat are interpreted as…. Unbelievable agony, which is likely the agitation that they were seeing in the animal test subjects. However, with a high enough drug dosage, you can mitigate these effects, or distract the brain enough to keep the wearer functional for some time.”

He sat back in his seat.

“And in iron eye, how did you get around this problem?”

“Subdermal implants that do not require direct contact with the nerve endings themselves.”

“And does Iron eye cause any significant damage to the wearer?”

“No sir, the only danger is an infection of the implants, but that is with almost any implanted medical devise.”

“The subjects have no pain.”

“A general soreness that goes away within two to three days.”

“So in my understanding it is clear that there were alternatives to their original course of action. They could have pulled back and tried to implement a way to mitigate the pain rather than mask it with drug dosages?”

“Certainly.”

“But that isn’t what they did.”

“No.”

“The prosecution presents Transcript 27 to the court for viewing.” 

Experimental log #27:

We have begun testing various drugs to suppress the pain, this test is with acetaminophen, commonly referred to as Codeine. 

As per usual the subject was implanted while unconscious and atop this it was given a high dose of codeine prior to it awaking. 

-recording break-

It appears that while the subject was capable of withstanding the pain from the implant for a longer period of time than our previous subjects However the subject clearly seemed to suffer increasing mental instability as the sensations returned, culminating in the subject violently trying to destroy the implant. Learning from prior experiments and in an attempt to reduce harm to the scientists, the subject was left alone while it was in this state and no attempt was made to aid the subject.

Adam turned his head away unable to stomach what was coming next. His hands were sweating terribly. He felt cold and weak. He had seen horrible things in war and in his time, but watching this… .watching steel eye. It was just too much.

His mouth had gone dry, and his skin was hot as if he had a fever.

The dog nosed his hand but he barely acknowledged her.

Audio-visual log transcript:

The transcript begins once the Codeine begins to wear off. 

The subject begins by itching at the area around the implant, the reaction is far less violent than the prior subjects. After several minutes of ever more irritated scratching and aggressive tugging at the implant and plaintive noises the subject began to violently bash the implant against the wall. Growing ever more violent with the abuse of the implant. This continues till the test implant is mangled and ruined with the subject pulling the mangled chunks of metal off their skin, this however seems not to alleviate the subjects pain and irritation. This is likely due to the destruction of the implant not removing the interfacing needles The subject continued to scratch and pull at its skin, the plaintive noises slowly becoming screams of pain. This action continued without interruption from the scientists till the subject had torn most of the skin of its arm and taken chunks out of its musculature, the subject finally passed out from pain or blood loss after several minutes of self mutilation. 

The room spun around him, and he took a few long, deep breaths hoping that it would stop.

He wast sure he could survive another few hours of this.

He wasn’t sure at all 

[henrycavell]

homecoming part 3

summary: Syverson has been medically discharged from the army after a suicide attempt. He’d been able to hide his deteriorating mental health for years from the men around him, but now he has to face it head on. Hopefully not alone.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: Syverson x OFC warnings: suicide attempt, please read with discretion. it’s not very detailed, i don’t think, but just keep yourselves safe ok

authors note: sorry this took so long, i was facing a bit of writer’s block! let me know what you think about this chapter c:

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Penelope sat rigid in her vehicle, both hands clinging on to the small phone as her eyes read over the text message for what felt like the fifteenth time. Just four words, four short little words and still, Penelope felt her heart hitting her stomach, turning to stone and somehow sinking even lower. An overwhelming sense of nausea crashed over her like a wave and she peeled her eyes away from the lit screen. Why was she feeling so much guilt eating away at her insides over this message? Just hours earlier, she'd felt so terrified, so fearful almost for her life that she never wanted to see that man ever again and yet... Now, here she was, sitting and feeling bad. Like she'd given up on someone who really needed her help, even if he wouldn't admit it.

She felt like there was nothing she could do anymore, at least not now. Well, she could. Penelope could get back out of her car, march back inside the offices, and head back to Syverson's counselor, tell him she'd changed her mind. That she didn't want to drop him, but something stopped her. Reason, logic, any single one of her last brain cells were practically screaming at her that the man was dangerous, or so it seemed. Telling herself she had a day or two to think about it, Penelope just dropped her phone into the passenger seat and turned the key over in the ignition.

That Friday evening seemed rather solemn. The sky was darker earlier than usual, especially for it to be still in the middle of Summer. Deep reds and purples washed across the sky as Penelope stopped her car on the side of the street, just a short walk up to the bar she liked to sit at sometimes. It was a quiet place, not the type of establishment where you had to worry about college students or fuck boys. Stepping out of her car, she felt a gust of cool wind and looked up to the sky, just in time to feel a raindrop smack right into the center of her forehead. Flinching from the sudden chill, Penelope wiped the droplet off of her face and shoved her hands down into the pockets of her jacket. Penelope loved the rain, storms of all kinds, but she didn't want to be caught in one.

Hurrying up the sidewalk, her crystal blue eyes fell on the red door into the bar, the blinking neon sign that read open. It was a little hole in the wall bar, the windows covered in stickers and logos for different beer and liquor brands, and on the inside of the door, a thousand different flyers for different local bands and art exhibits were littered. It was warm inside, comfortable enough that she could shrug her jacket off as she made her way over to the bar. Throwing her light coat over the back of the barstool, Penelope helped herself to sit before looking up at the bartender and raising her finger, trying to get his attention to. "shot of bourbon, Four Roses if you have it."

The bartender nodded in understanding, before turning away from her, tossing the cloth he'd been using to clean over his shoulder. It was mere seconds before she had a double shot in front of her and she looked up at the man with a raised brow. He'd waited on her hand fulls of times, but she'd never learned his name. "Can tell you need it today." Penelope took in a deep, shaky breath before letting it out, allowing her shoulders to droop. Was it so obvious how shaken up she was?

"Thank you," she answered him before picking it up and shooting it back with minimal effort. The liquor burned going down, leaving a sweet, spicy taste in the back of her mouth. One she normally didn't care for, but now it was almost welcomed, a pleasant distraction until her phone was buzzing off in her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Did you get a call from Syverson?" It was his counselor, Kenton, that was his name.

"Uh no, a text message... Why-"

"I think somethings wrong, he ain't the type to go around apologizing... Do you care to go check up on him for me? I know you didn't want anything to do with him anymore, but I have to pick my kid up from soccer practice..."

Her eyes couldn't have rolled back farther in her head. If it wasn't for Penelope feeling a pull, like she needed to speak to Logan anyway, she would've given Kenton a mouthful. The ex-captain had nearly laid his hands on her and he had just so quickly forgotten that?

"Yeah, I guess."

Dropping her phone back into her pocket, she looked back up at the bartender and gave him a small smile, before laying a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the counter. "Thanks, keep the change."

Penelope's cheeks were already tinted red from the bit of alcohol she had, parking her car outside of Logan's house for the second time that day. On the drive over from the bar, she found herself thinking she should've asked more questions on the phone to Kenton. About the call he must've gotten from Syverson, what he said, or what had him worried. It seemed a bit odd to get worked up just from someone sending an apology text, especially after what he'd done... An apology was in order, in her mind. But, Logan must've apologized to Kenton too and that was what she couldn't wrap her mind around.

Taking a few seconds to gather her composure, Penelope found that she was having to curse herself out in her head to force her hand to reach for the door handle. Walking up to Logan's porch was even harder, something just seemed wrong, off. Her footsteps felt heavier and the air around her was so brittle, sending goosebumps down her arms. The front yard looked frozen still as if she was looking at it from a photograph and not actively walking through it. Stepping up onto the porch, Penelope rolled her eyes at herself and grumbled under her breath, "get it together, what are you scared for?"

Tightening her hand into a fist, Penelope knocked on the door a few times before letting her hand drop back to her side. Even taking a step back, a little nervous for Logan to answer the door. She didn't want to be too close to him, but... an answer never came. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his pick up truck in the driveway, so he must be home. Penelope reached out for the door handle to the glass door, tugging it open so she could knock again against the wood. "Hey, you in there? I got your text-" Penelope called, getting up on her tiptoes to try and look through the small glass panels near the top of the door.

Barely able to glance inside, Penelope caught a glimpse of Aika. She was resting at the foot of the stairs, her paws hiding over her face. Even weirder... Knocking again, Penelope lifted up on her tiptoes to get another look at the dog. "Aika, hey girl! Get Sy?" Calling through the door to a dog to go and get her owner made Penelope just feel silly. Aika lifted her head up, barely looked at Penelope through the pane before dropping her head back to the floor and going back to hiding behind her paws.

Penelope's face scrunched up in confusion and without any more hesitation, she reached down to the doorknob and twisted it, relieved to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open, Aika just whimpered but stayed stuck next to the bottom stair of the staircase. That wasn't much like a guard dog, to just lay still when an intruder was right in front of him. Granted, Aika kind of, sort of knew her, but still... Penelope's heart had lurched up into her throat, a whole new sense of dread washing over her as she looked up the staircase to the dimly lit second floor.

"Hey girl, what are you doing down here all alone?" Penelope tried again to get Aika up, her eyes slowly coming back to the dog, but she still just sat perfectly still, like a statue. "What's the matter?" Penelope squatted down at the base of the stairs, reaching out with her left hand to scratch behind Aika's ears. The dog just whimpered, before forcing herself up on all fours and tiredly creeping up the stairs.

"Okay..." Everything about this situation just seemed unsettling. Penelope shifted from one foot to the other, nervously looking around before she took the first step up the stairs. The second floor was even darker than she imagined, every light turned off and every door shut tightly. Aika moved over to one of the doors and let herself fall down on her belly in front of it, whining and whimpering again as she looked up at Penelope with sad eyes. "What, in there?" Penelope asked Aika as if she'd be able to answer her.

Her eyes lifted to the door and Penelope quietly reached forward, holding her breath as she twisted the doorknob and let it pop open. She didn't swing it open, no, instead just stared at the slim crack in the door, still trying to gather her courage. Pushing it open a bit, Penelope stepped up as close to the door as she could, trying to steal a glance inside before just stepping in. Hearing a low, disgruntled moan, as if someone was in agony, Penelope was chilled to the bone, her hands beginning to tremble as she tried to push the door open entirely.

Stepping into the room, it was cliche to think, but nothing could've prepared Penelope for what she was met with. Three or four liquor bottles littered the floor, among the dirty clothes and trash... Three or four that she could make out at least. The curtains over the windows were pulled tightly closed, not allowing in even a sliver of light. Penelope could see Logan's form on the bed, one arm dangling off of the bed. It was too dark to make out any details, but she just knew something was horribly wrong.

"Logan?" She breathed, taking a few steps further into the room, trying to tiptoe around the clutter and mess on the floor. Her eyes were fixed on the ex-captain, how his body seemed so stiff and tense, and yet his breathing was rigid and shallow. Another pathetic grunt came from the man, but no discernible answer. "I got your message... Thought I'd come to check on you..."

The closer Penelope managed to get to the bed, the clearer the picture became. The arm that dangled off of the bed was trembling, blood running down all over his hand, dripping off into the floor. His face was pale, a thin layer of sweat had collected across his skin and his lips looked ghostly white and chapped. Penelope's eyes ran up his arm, her blood running cold as she tried to make out where the source was, but there was just so much red. Penelope had stayed petrified in her spot for long enough, forgetting to breathe until she rocketed forward, collapsing onto her knees next to the bed.

"What... what... are you... oh my god!" Her voice came out in chopped bits and pieces, just a testimony to horror-stricken she was. The girl had been sent into a straight panic, her brain refusing to process thoughts as she reached her hands out, trying to figure out just what to do. Her eyes dragged up to Logan's face once more, his eyes were closed and his lips were parted slightly, quiet breaths leaving him. Looking like he was hanging onto life by a thin, silver thread.

"It's... fine..." His voice came out hoarse and gravely, slow and slurred, too. Penelope's eyes widened at the words that left the man's lips, her hands gently hanging onto his arm now, his blood coating her hands and jacket, a bigger mess being made all over her. "Just... go... let me..." Syverson's words were coming out in just gentle, raspy breaths, barely audible, Penelope had to listen so closely because she couldn't believe what Logan was muttering.

Her hands started to shake even worse, finally flinging herself away from the man, scrambling out into the middle of the floor. "No, no, this isn't fine! I... I'm going to help you...!" No one had warned her about this man having any sort of mental health issues besides general anxiety, a slight case of depression... Kenton told her a slight case of depression!! Nothing to worry about, but now here she was, sitting terrified in the middle of his bedroom floor, watching him bleed out on his bed.

Penelope stared for a few moments more before something forced her to rocket to her feet. He's going to die, she thought, racing out of the room, back into the hallway. She had to get out of that room, had to scrub that image from her eyes, had to just... take a breath. Penelope checked every wrong pocket first before finding her phone in the left side pocket of her jacket, her shaking thumb punching 9-1-1 into the keypad.

[chubbyreaderchan]

Blood and Fur | 1 | Geralt x Reader

Geralt wandered the small town. It was a quiet one, for the most part. However, it seemed a werewolf had been lurking in their forest. It hadn't been very long it seemed, from what he could gather but he knew it would be best if he killed it. The job didn't pay much, as it was again a small town. Barely one or two merchants and no sign of a blacksmith. Apparently the only one they had went with a few hunters to try and take care of the furry problem. That pissed Geralt off, especially when it could have made the problem worse. They were lucky that they were all killed instead of cursed like who ever was lurking in the woods.

He adjusted the swords on his back and rubbed Roach's muzzle. He needed to prepare for the night. A drink and some food would do him some good, that was sure but he was concerned whether or not they would serve him at all. He secured Roach in a horse stall and wandered into the small tavern. It was quite crowded, but he supposed it made sense. They were afraid to leave anyone alone at night.

Geralt pushed through the crowd, golden eyes looking at an older barmaid probably well past her 40th winter. Her eyes still shown bright as she chatted with a man around the same age in a flirty fashion. She chatted away, ignoring the Witcher as he approached the bar.

The white wolf began to speak but stopped as she held up a hand. A younger woman had approached her at the same time.

"Mama" the girl was probably in her late teens. "(Y/n) is walking home alone again. At this hour."

Geralt half groaned in annoyance and a bit of anger at the delay in getting mead and bread. He supposed he'd choose speaking to his daughter over some monster hunter if he was in her shoes. His thoughts paused however, as she mentioned a young girl walking alone at night where a werewolf lived. He growled low and deep.

"Which way does she live?" Geralt interrupted.

The barmaid had a bit on concern in her deep chocolate eyes. She glanced at her daughter and then at Geralt. The daughter was the one to speak. "About a half an hour ride east of town. It's quite deep in the woods. We tell her she needs to come and stay in town but she never listens! She doesn't even have a horse since the last one-" She half whined, tears fell from her eyes she couldn't finish speaking. "She's always been lucky before but I'm worried... She might not always be so lucky."

Geralt let a small his of frustration leave him. He wasn't planning on fighting a werewolf the second twilight hit but damn it, he supposed he had no choice.

"She's alone? No father...?"

The girl looked up at him. Her dark hair held kinky curls that just framed her face, they bounced as she shook her head. "No, she lives alone. Her father was one of the men that..." She whimpered. "Witcher, please find my friend." Geralt grunted again, shoving past the crowd once more. He slammed the door open and hopped aboard his dear Roach.

"Let's go Roach" his voice was gruff as he pulled the reins to turn the horse the correct direction. He dug his heel into the ribs of the horse allowing the horses speed to take over.

"Faster" he grunted as the sun began setting into the greying twilight. He was on full alert as the forest became thick with trees. His nose tingled, there was an earthy and herbal scent all around him. She must've been some kind of healer or at the least grew the herbs. He noticed some berries for an elixir that he may need later but opted for racing to make sure this girl didn't die. He hadn't smelled blood, at least not much. Perhaps the blood of a chicken which would make sense with her living alone. Nothing human. At least not yet.

There it was.

A small cabin in the deepest part of the woods. Surrounded by herbs and--. Shit.

The door had a large gash and the coop of chickens nearby were not gone but eaten. Feathers and blood lined the pen. He growled. Did she get attacked? Maybe she was still inside the cabin? Maybe the wolf was still inside.

Geralt took a deep breath in. It was hard to filter through wolf, chicken and herbs but he could smell her. A faint smell. Nothing metallic besides what was discovered earlier. He sighed again, a small fuck escaped him. A massive gloved hand pushed the door open with a soft creek. It was unlocked. His golden eyes scanned the room. A ripped piece of fabric laid on the ground. A bit of blood stuck to it, glueing it slightly to the floor. He squatted down picking up the piece. He sniffed it. Human. Definitely human. And something sweet.

He groaned, he better find her damn body.

Geralt gripped his silver sword, leaving the small farm allowing his horse to stay where it would be safest. The beast would definitely be in a cave, he knew. He sniffed the air again, searching for any fresh scents.

More hair.

He sniffed it up close, wincing slightly at the musky wet dog smell. "Mm" he grunted throwing it down and following that path. Deeper he went into the woods, not quite sure where he was, he followed it into a small cave. Blood, musk and piss filled his nostrils. A thin and freshly dead body laid in his path. There wasn't a face but he assumed it was the girl. He stepped over it, tensing when he heard a bowl echo through the cavern. The sound of paws against damp earth became louder as a large set of wolves and a large werewolf approached. It hadn't seemed as if they knew he was there yet but it wouldn't be long.

As if on queue a large wolf came bounding towards him, clearly smelling his own scent. Geralt held up his silver sword gracefully slashing the beast.

One after another until it was just he and the werewolf. It lunged at him and he block. He swung and hit. It felt like the damn thing wouldn't die. Geralt cursed at the damn beast when finally his silver sword landed a blow against it's leg. It yelped in the same manner a pup would, running past the Witcher before he could react and out of the cave. He felt sick. Light headed as he fell to the cold dirty floor of the cave.

"Shit." Was the first thing out of the Witcher's mouth. He shifted, a rough blanket caressed his skin as a cool wet cloth ran over his forehead. "What the fuck?" He say up quickly, his muscles body was bare save for a slightly bloodied wrapping around his torso.

"Don't move!" She half shouted. 'She'? He looked around in a slight daze. "What the hell?" He groaned. His golden eyes landed on a woman. She looked around (age). Geralt looked around again, he was inside that cabin.

"You live here?"

She frowned, clearly taking offense. "I suppose I could have just left you in that cave to be eaten by who knows what kind of beast"

A grumble came up from deep in his chest. His body twitched from pain but he was already better than before. "Are you the one who insisted on walking home alone at night during a full moon in a village that has...?"

"Yes. Yes.. I know it's stupid but I really would rather be here alone and risk..."

"Where were you?'

"Last night? I was here."

He grunted. "No, you weren't. I looked."

"I was out looking for wolfbane" Geralt wasn't sure if he believed her but left it alone.

"I know it's stupid.." she sighed.

"No, you were lucky you weren't home when I came. You would've been dead."

"I pieced that together,"

"Hm" he grunted. She grabbed a pestle and poured oil in it, grinding it a bit and grabbing a spoon. "Swallow this. It'll heal you... You are free of bites too... I made sure to look"

Geralt looked at the mashed green on a spoon. He grunted, if she was the one to kill him with green goop so be it. He felt like shit. With one hand he took the spoon shoving the whole thing into his mouth swallowing the bitter leaves in one quick gulp.

"Fuck." He complained. It was awful.

"It's not supposed to taste nice" she grabbed the spoon taking it to a small bucket of water and dropping it in.

He watched her walk across the room to do so, noticing a slight limp in her step. He frowned. Muscles tensed in a painful way. "How did you get me back here?"

"I'm a lot stronger than I look" a shrug accompanied a sweet look of 'no biggie'. "And a lot more patient than I look"

Geralt watched her again as she pulled a loaf of bread from the fire nearby, carefully placing it on a platter. She twirled again, wincing slightly as she filled a bowl with some form of broth. She placed that on the same platter and began slicing the bread.

"Here"

Her strides were sure as she held out the tray. "Eat. This will help you"

His strong brow furrowed. When he did, he felt warm blood begin to leak through the apparent bandage around his head. The woman frowned, leaning over him to fix and clean the wound.

"What is your name?" She asked while her breasts were mere inches from his face. "I know you're a Witcher but--"

"Geralt" he said slowly.

She pulled away, smiling at him now. When was the last time someone smiled at him, he wondered?

"I'm (Y/n)" she introduced herself finally. "I'm sorry the Tabitha was so worried about me"

"She had every right to be. I will say I assumed you to be younger... Since she said you were friends" Geralt wasn't one for small talk but something about her held his curiosity.

"Mm... No. I'm just reaching Tabitha."

The Witcher gently stirred his broth wondering if it may be bitter like the medicine from before. Or poisoned. He sniffed it from the distance before deciding to take a sip.

"I've lived in these woods my whole life. A werewolf isn't going to change things."

Shit. He still had to kill that wolf. Or cure it. He'd prefer to cure it but killing it wasn't far from the prefered.

He hmm'd softly at her words, shifting slightly.

"Were are my pants" he spoke suddenly.

"Outside drying"

"Why?"

"They were covered in dirt and blood" she instantly became defensive.

"No, why did you take them."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. "I needed to make sure you weren't injured anywhere unseen. Don't flatter yourself" she could feel the tips of her ears burning as she felt embarrassment sink in.

"Mm" he grunted, taking a bite of bread. He could feel his body already getting stronger. He would be fine to destroy the best by night fall by this rate.

He watched as she left out the door and grabbed his hanging clothes. "Here. But you need to rest" she pushed.

"Mm. I'll be fine." He finished his bread and broth grabbing the clothes from her. Instantly she turned as he began shamelessly pulling his clothes on. A soft his caused her to glance over her shoulder. "Do you need help?"

"I've got it." He said gruffly.

He finally pulled the shirt over his head and his pants over his bottom.

"Geralt..." She said softly. "Are you going to kill it?"

He looked up at her, studying the back of her again. Her dress hugged her body in just the right way. (Y/n) turned to face him. He was now looking at her with intention, noticing just how attractive she was. "If it comes down to it. If I can cure him.."

"Or her."

"Hm" Geralt grunted. "If I can I will but if not..."

She winced slightly giving the Witcher a bit of confusion. "I hope you can save them."

Surprise appeared on his masculine features. "Didn't they say it killed your father?"

She looked at him with a bit of a frown. "I suppose so but I know... They wouldn't have if they were..."

Geralt frowned. She knew something.

"Just try to save them. Please." She paused. "You can even take whatever you need."

Geralt felt something was more.

Something in his gut with this girl.

He had a feeling he knew what.

[vannahfanfics]

Alone

Category: Romantic Fluff, Hurt and Comfort, Angst

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Characters: Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido

Hi guys! Here with another story for two of @bnhabookclub​‘s events; I’m combining the “Ambulance Ride” prompt from the Bingo Event with “You are not alone” from the Celebrating Mina Event! Flexing my angst fingers today~ Enjoy! 

Mina crouched down to peer around the corner of the hallway, her ears straining to catch the small snips of conversation drifting out of the room at the end of the hall. She could only catch faint snatches of information, like “ransom,” “heroes,” “hostages,” and “bomb.” The last word sent a cold chill through Mina’s body. Mina had been lucky to participate in the operation, as the hero she was interning for thought her ready for significant action. However, the investigation unit had only possessed a small amount of information. A group of bank robbers had taken the three floors of an affluent bank hostage. They had cleared the first two floors already and released the hostages, but there had been no explosives located. Mina narrowed her eyes as she remained crouched in the side hall. 

Is there really a bomb? If there was, Mina would have to proceed much more carefully. The pro hero was still clearing the second floor and had sent Mina onward to collect information about the leader of the burglars, who was hunkered down in the safe room with one known hostage that who knew the combination of the safe. The heroes had stormed on the scene and prevented them from fleeing with the stacks of cash, and now they were holed up, arguing with the hostage negotiators over radio. Mina continued to listen to the snippets of conversation she could hear, but could divulge no usable information. I have to get closer! she decided. 

Crawling slowly on all fours, Mina crept around the corner to slink down the hallway. Yellow light spilled out of the slightly ajar door at the end of the hall. With every foot that Mina proceeded forward, the conversation clarified; once she could hear the words entirely, she paused in the shadows to listen. 

“Boss, the heroes have taken the first two floors and are probably on their way up! The hostage negotiator said that another agency just arrived on the scene, too! I say we get outta here while we still can,” pleaded an underling. There followed a savage snarl, likely emanating from the throat of the irritated leader. 

“Boss,” crooned another subordinate, “you know what they say- ‘he who runs away lives to rob another day’!” Mina wrinkled her nose at the distasteful modification of the common saying. The boss snarled again. Mina jumped slightly as there was a loud bang, and a rolling chair came flying out of the room. It crashed through one of the windows and plummeted to the ground, accompanied by huge shards of glass. Screams floated up from the outside, and Mina hoped that no one had been crushed under the leather furniture or impaled by the glass pieces. 

“Damn heroes. Sticking their noses in where it doesn’t belong,” growled a deep, gruff voice which Mina assumed belonged to the head criminal. “Fine! Initiate Plan B. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Mina shuffled backward, further into the darkness, as loud shuffling and banging spilled into the hall. In the next second, a frightened young man with disheveled clothes and duct tape still binding his mouth and hands came sprinting out of the room. He rushed right past Mina to bound down the stairs, leaving behind glittering tears of terror. The thumping and rustling continued, so Mina crawled silently to the end of the hall to peek into the room. 

A gaping hole had been carved out of the wall, presumably by one of the robbers’ Quirks. The enormous metal safe lay open with large sums of money missing, as evidenced by the stray yen bills fluttering around the floor. Mina cursed loudly when she realized the criminals had fled already. She pressed down on the button on her earpiece to give report, but the pro hero’s voice cut in before she had the chance even to open her mouth. 

“Pinky? Pinky, do you copy? You have to get off the third floor! The hostage says there’s an explosive planted in the safe room!” Mina gasped, and sure enough, she spied a large time bomb cemented to the desk on the side of the room, ticking down from five seconds. The young hero scrambled to her feet to stumble into the hall, leaping out of the broken window without a second thought. It was either jump from the third story and risk mortal injury, or falter and surely die in a fiery inferno. 

Just as she had cleared the building by about three feet, it exploded behind her. Mina screamed as the shockwave struck her square in the back, followed by chunks of brick, iron, and glass. The force caused her back to bow dramatically, and she swore she heard a sickening crack, but that could have been the debris raining down upon the sidewalk below. The roar of fire followed, and Mina’s skin grew unbearably hot as the bubbling flames licked at her exposed arms and legs. She could feel the fabric of the back of her hero costume fray and snap with the heat to expose her pink skin to the hungry fire. Black spots danced at the edge of her vision among waves of gray-white, slowly darkening her sight. Everything burned and ached and stung; her muscles wailed, or maybe that was her, shrieking in agony as the explosion tore her body to shreds. 

The explosion blasted her across the street at breakneck speed; Mina could see the building opposite rushing up towards her. She tried to mentally prepare herself to crash into the harsh, unforgiving brick construct, but really, how does anyone brace themselves to splat like a bug against a windshield? Mina had the strangest feeling that someone was calling out for her, but she couldn’t be sure with the wind roaring in her ears like a hurricane. 

“Mina!” 

Mina’s stomach lurched as she abruptly jerked upward. The red brick of the building zoomed mere inches away from her face as she sailed against gravity. Barely clinging to consciousness, she could only gape at her legs flailing in the rushing wind, the concrete sidewalk and stunned crowd rapidly growing smaller. Her muddled mind took a few seconds to register that a layer of tape wrapped around her middle; a long swathe of the white tape protruded outward, pulled taut with incredible strength. Mina arched at the building’s height and was greeted by a brilliant, blue, cloudless sky. Then she was falling again. 

“Gotcha!” her rescuer cried as she flopped heavily into their muscular arms. She blinked rapidly, still struggling to comprehend the rapid chain of events that had transpired. However, even in her addled state, Mina could recognize the beaming grin shining down on her. 

“Hanta,” she croaked. Her throat burned terribly; it felt like she’d swallowed thousands of tiny glass shards which had torn her trachea into shreds. She coughed weakly, then groaned miserably as it made her aching chest muscles hurt that much more. Hanta’s strong arms held her like the most fragile porcelain, just securely enough to make her feel like she were in the world’s safest place. Suddenly, all of the emotions and fear and pain finally broke through the wall of adrenaline. Mina began to cry and hyperventilate. “H-Hanta… I… Ungh… Hanta…” she babbled nonsensically between heaving sobs. Her chest swelled with gasping breaths; it felt like no matter how much she inhaled, she simply couldn’t breathe in any oxygen. Her vision began to flicker again. 

“Hey, hey,” the dark-haired boy cooed soothingly. His fingers felt cool and comforting as he swept her sweat-slicked hair from her face. “It’s all right. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” Mina curled into his chest with another deep, wallowing wail. Her fingers pawed at the spandex of his hero suit, desperate to anchor herself to something after being flung into oblivion mentally and physically. Hanta didn’t seem to mind; in fact, he read her intentions quite well. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek. “I’m here, Mina. You are not alone.” 

His gentle, reassuring voice bled into Mina like a chill on a winter’s day. It soothed her overheating and frantic body. Gradually, her breaths became more even and less labored, and the dense fog lifted from her mind. Hanta crouched down as he held her tenderly, still pressing her hand to his face. “That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re okay,” he gently coaxed. Mina’s sobs quieted to small, muffled sniffles and the occasional hiccup. “That’s my girl,” he repeated softly as he cradled her close. Mina breathed in his scent, a mixture of adhesive and citrus that was odd but pleasant, and felt calm flood through her body. She was safe. She wasn’t alone. 

Hanta used his tape to swing them from the building roof down to the street. The crowd engulfed them immediately. Concerned passersby, police attempting to gain control, avid journalists and photographers, and the members of the two hero agencies thronged around the heroic Hanta and the injured Mina. Mina whimpered and pressed close to her savior; all the noise and flashing lights were too much, too reminiscent of the roaring fire and crashing rubble. 

“Oi! Give her some space, will ya?” Hanta roared angrily. The screaming crowd immediately hushed, surprised by the outburst by the presumably amiable boy. The momentary distraction allowed the police force and heroes to rein in the mob and clear some space for the ailing girl. Shrill sirens blared in the near distance as an ambulance navigated the destroyed street. The entire front of the bank had collapsed with the explosion, spilling a mass of bricks, mortar, metal, and paper bills into the road. The ambulance stopped as close as they could, and the EMTs immediately jumped out to haul a stretcher over. Hanta briskly strolled to meet them. “She’s severely injured,” he told the paramedics while they prepared the cot. When Hanta went to lay her on the white cloth, she whined loudly and clung to him. 

“Hanta… No… Stay with me,” Mina pleaded. The horror was still so fresh in her mind; if he let her go, she’d plummet back into that confusing dark maelstrom.

“Hey,” Hanta tutted pacifyingly. “These guys are gonna take good care of you, okay? Come on.” Reluctantly, Mina peeled herself away from Hanta. He laid her on her side on the stretcher. She kept her hand against his face until the very last second, desperate to cement herself. Hanta leaned into her touch, smiling sweetly down at her. Though Mina was disoriented, she could still see the stark lines of worry etched into his face and the hesitancy swimming in his black eyes. “That’s my girl,” he said again, patting her scratched and bleeding hand against his cheek. Mina whined as the EMTs began to roll the stretcher away, and her hand was forced to drop into the open air. 

As soon as she was deprived of his touch, it seemed like the pain intensified ten-fold. 

Mina released an agonized howl as pain like fire bloomed over her back. She could dimly hear the paramedics conversing about glass shards and shrapnel embedded in her back and a possibly fractured spine. They applied a backboard when she began to writhe and squirm with anxiety and pain, which only served to inflame her panic. Her eyes rolled in her sockets as her breaths became ragged again, searching for the one person with whom she felt safe. 

“Han- Cellophane! Cellophane!” she wailed, grasping at the open air. She struggled against the black fabric straps securing her against the stretcher. “Please don’t leave me! I don’t want to be alone!” she sobbed pitifully against the thin sheet beneath her. The paramedics fluttered around her, trying to shush her, but she was inconsolable. Finally, one of them flattened out her arm and pushed a syringe into the vein. A coldness spread into her circulatory system, and Mina fell swiftly into a deep, dark, dreamless sleep… 

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When Mina awoke, she was greeted by a white-tiled ceiling and a thin, clean-smelling white sheet. Her entire body pulsed and ached with dull pain despite the IV drip hooked up to her arm delivering fluids and pain medication. She could feel that her body was swathed in thick gauze bandages underneath the thin, flimsy hospital gown. She fought the urge to sit up and move around because she knew it would only aggravate her injuries. She settled for turning her head to stare out of the window. It was nighttime; the inky black canvas dotted with stars shone clearly above the silhouetted skyline. Sighing, she turned to look back at the ceiling, feeling like her head was stuffed with cotton. Thinking was nearly impossible, but she tried anyway. When she took a moment to recall the sequence of events, tears flooded her eyes again. 

“Hanta,” she mewled pathetically. Her palm tingled with the memory of his face and the desire to behold it again. The drops rolled down her cheeks as she cried silently. “Alone… I’m all alone…” she moaned miserably. 

“It’s okay, Mina. I’m right here.” As she snapped her head to the side, a lightning strike of pain snapped down her spine, making her writhe and hiss in the bed. Hanta jumped up from the chair beside her hospital bed to grab her by the upper arms and still her. “Hey, hey! It’s okay. Relax.” His melodic voice just had such sway over her; her muscles obeyed immediately, falling still with no resistance. Mina stared owlishly up at Hanta as he smiled bashfully and swept his bangs out of his face. “Hey, Mina,” he purred gently. Mina tugged on his arm, prompting him to lean down over her. When he did, she immediately cupped his face again. Hanta smiled awkwardly and flushed pink. 

“Hanta…” Mina immediately felt all her anxieties wash away with his presence. Hanta didn’t seem to mind at all; he sat on the edge of the bed so he could comfortably sit over her. She then narrowed her eyes with a concerned look. “Am I… okay?” 

“You got pretty banged up,” he admitted with a terse pout. “You had to go into surgery to remove all the glass and iron out of your back… They said they had to put over a hundred stitches in all your wounds.” Mina squirmed uncomfortably, feeling the sutures scrape against the thin sheet and her hospital gown. Hanta then smiled reassuringly. “There’s good news, though! All the x-rays were good; they don’t think you have any fractures, but they’re gonna do more in a few days to make sure.” Mina breathed a small sigh of relief. A fractured spine would’ve been a daunting trial, indeed. “You’ve been out for a few days. Everybody stopped by, though!” he smiled and gestured to the side table. Mina looked over to see it laden with cards and small gifts. Hanta suddenly swelled with pride. “I picked out that bouquet.” 

It was a lovely arrangement of pink peonies, purple pansies, light blue hydrangeas, and a few white daisies to accent the cool colors. 

“It’s beautiful,” Mina acknowledged softly. She looked back to Hanta with a sweet, endeared smile. Hanta smiled back, his cheeks brightening with blush. “Thank you.” 

“Anything for my best girl,” he answered casually. They both blushed simultaneously at the connotation of his statement. Hanta looked down at his lap to fiddle with the hem of his jeans. “I, uh… I was really worried about you, y’know…” he said suddenly. Mina stared at him while he peered down at her through his lashes. “Seeing you like that… I almost couldn’t handle it…” Mina felt her face flushing hot, but she said nothing, because she couldn’t say anything. Hanta’s soft gaze was electrifying. He reached out to run his first knuckle over her cheekbone gently. His expression visibly softened. “I dunno what I’d do without my best girl…” 

“Hanta.” He snapped out of whatever trance he was in. He stared at her for a few seconds, blinking rapidly, before his face turned the color of a tomato.” 

“Ah! I, uh, shit, I, um- I’m sorry, I dunno what came over me, er-” 

“Hanta.” She repeated with a blank stare. Hanta continued to gape at her, arms still up in the air from where he’d been flailing. 

“Wh-what?” 

“Stop talking and kiss me.” Hanta stared stupidly at her for a microsecond before he rushed to obey her command. He bent over double to press his lips to hers. Mina did her best despite her injury to push up into the kiss. There was only so much a girl could do after being blasted across a street like a rocket. Her hand traveled to the back of his head to weave into the soft black fibers of his hair. Hanta’s mouth eagerly moved against hers, sending waves of sweet pleasure through her body. Among many things, Hanta Sero was a great kisser. Who knew? 

When he pulled away, he smiled adoringly and stroked her face again. Mina hummed amusedly and played with the ends of his hair. He was still sitting on the bed, nearly doubled over as he leaned over her. “That doesn’t look comfortable. You’re the one who’s gonna fracture your spine,” she laughed. Hanta shrugged nonchalantly and continued to huddle over her. 

“S’no big deal… You’re my girl, after all.” Mina giggled and inched up to nuzzle the tip of her nose with his. 

“That’s right. I sure am.”

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Acting Your Age (Part 8)

Summary: Jensen and the reader are living together full time now and they start to explore what that means for the rest of their relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 5,000ish

Warnings: language, age gap, implied smut

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“Jensen,” you said, giving him a big hug when he trudged out of the bedroom in Austin the morning after you got home from your trip. “Jensen…”

“Yes my dear?” he chuckled, walking into the kitchen with a laugh.

“Happy Birthday!” you said, Jensen laughing at all of the balloons and streamers you put up.

“Aw, thank you, honey,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’m so glad I managed to get an extra day off work.”

“Okay, so I know you didn’t want anything for your birthday but I may have totally gotten you an amazeballs present,” you said.

“Oh really? What’s that?” he asked.

“Surprise!” echoed through the house, Jensen jumping slightly as his family and some of his friends popped out from the hallways and the TV room. 

“You got me,” he laughed. “Not too many people throw a birthday party at ten on a Saturday after all.”

“Well why doesn’t the birthday boy get dressed and we can celebrate?” you said.

After a few hours, Jensen’s surprise pool party started to dwindle down and you were itching to take him to his last surprise. Jensen figured it out pretty fast when you brought a towel, dog collar and leash with you, Jensen smiling when you pulled into the animal shelter parking lot.

“Ready?” you asked. He nodded and you went inside, following the staff into the back, Dean looking healthier than the last time you’d seen him. 

“Oh, poor baby,” said Jensen, kneeling down outside the pen Dean was hiding in the back of. “Is his skin okay?”

“Yes. The fur will grow back. The vet had to shave him down in some places so we could fix him up,” she said. She opened the door, the dog staying the back. “Dean, these are your new parents.”

The dog whined and Jensen got to his feet, going inside a little closer before he sat down.

“Hi Dean,” said Jensen, holding out his hands in front of him. The dog whined again but Jensen sat there patiently. “You come over when you’re ready.”

The dog turned it’s back to him, staying that way for close to five minutes before it turned around. It carefully walked over to him, giving him big puppy dog eyes before it bumped his hands with his nose. He did it a few more times and licked his finger, Jensen very slowly moving his hands and petting him.

The dog whimpered the second it was touched but quickly stopped when Jensen pulled away. They did that for a few moments before the dog climbed in his lap and rested his head on his leg.

“You want to go home, Dean?” he asked, running his hand carefully over the dog’s body. He didn’t make any sound so he carefully stood up with him. “Alright. Let’s bust you out of this joint.”

“You’re such a smart boy,” cooed Jensen when you were home, Dean wagging his tail nonstop as he looked around. “I can’t believe he’s potty trained.”

“I can’t believe people could hurt a poor animal,” you said.

“I know,” he said, sitting on the floor, Dean immediately running over and hopping into his lap. 

“I think you make him feel safe,” you said.

“You feel safe, baby?” he asked, the dog already going to sleep. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“I bet you’d make a really good dad,” you said. He smiled, glancing away for a moment. “We’ve never talked about kids, have we.”

“That’s a pretty serious conversation,” he said. 

“We don’t have to have it right now,” you said, taking a seat on the floor beside him. 

“Asking you to move in...that’s not…” he said, pursing his lips. “I swore to myself I’d never live with a woman again unless I thought…”

“Jensen. I know six months is not the longest time for a relationship. I’m not asking where you see us five years from now-”

“Right here,” he said. “Maybe some more roommates.”

“I’d be happy with that,” you said. “Roommates.”

“Hypothetically...kiddo, I know you’ve never carried about the age difference. I know. But kids with me...I will be in my sixties when they graduated high school. I’d be seventy by the time marriage happened, if they even got married younger. I may never see that or grandchildren. Honey, there are good odds that I would go out while you’re still some hot sixty something year old,” he said.

“Way to make it morbid,” you said, looking out through the back doors to the porch. 

“We never talked about it but it’s the reality of our situation,” he said. 

“You could die in a car accident tomorrow. So could I,” you said, Jensen lifting his chin. “That’s like saying not to live life because someday it gets taken away. I hate to break it to you but nobody makes it out alive. We have no idea how the rest of our lives will go, Jay. I got an idea of who I’d like to spend it with though, however long it ends up being.”

“Y/N. I want you to pick me when it ends up being that time. You have no idea how bad I want that. All I want is you to consider those things so you end up happy. That’s all I was trying to say,” he said. You scooted closer to him, his head turning to face you.

“You want me to be happy? Even if it wasn’t with you?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“You’re my best fucking friend. I’ve never been this happy in my life,” you said. “I don’t care how old you ever get, Ackles. We’re gonna be the ones causing havoc in the nursing home when we get there but until then, I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“You’re my best friend too,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder.

“You want kids?” you asked.

“I was thinking one. How many were you thinking?”

“Three,” you said, a chuckle coming from him. “Too many?”

“Two?” he asked.

“We have time to figure that out,” you said with a smile.

“You want to figure it out someday?” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you said. “Do you?”

“With you, yeah. Yeah, I want to,” he said. You gave him a kiss when you felt something move onto your lap, Dean sprawling out half on top of each of you. 

“He wants us both. That’s adorable,” you said.

“I talked to one of the people at the shelter while you were signing Dean’s paperwork. They said you walked in there a few weeks ago and when they asked what kind of dog you were looking for, you asked for the one that’d been there the longest,” he said. “No one wanted him because of the vet bills and how scared he was of everything. He didn’t scare you though.”

“What can I say, I have a soft spot for Dean’s,” you said.

“I wish I could stay here with you and Dean,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “I’ve got two months of work left and then the bed and breakfast is going to pick up and-”

“And you’re not doing it alone,” you said. 

“I know,” he said quietly, giving your waist a squeeze. “I haven’t been in a long time.”

Two Months Later

“Guess who’s home, Dean?” you said when Jensen pulled into the driveway from the airport. Dean took off out the front door and ran over to the car, jumping up as Jensen got out. “Is daddy home?”

“Oh I missed you too,” said Jensen, bending over and giving him a hug. You walked out the door and walked outside, Jensen smiling as he pulled out a bundle of flowers from behind his back. “Pretty flowers for the pretty girl?”

“I’m so happy you’re home again,” you said, giving him a big hug. “Also, I have some big news.”

“What’s your big news?” he asked.

“The house I did for Jared and Gen’s friends...it’s going to be featured in Architectural digest. Cover story,” you said.

“Seriously? That’s amazing. We should go out tonight to celebrate,” he said. 

“They want to interview me. They never let us do that sort of thing when I worked in a firm,” you said.

“You’re gonna knock it out of the park,” he said, picking you up. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Afh!” yipped Dean, pawing at Jensen’s sneaker.

“You proud too?” he asked, Dean barking again. “Your boys are proud, kiddo.”

“I haven’t done anything yet,” you said as he set you down.

“Yes you did,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. “So does the star designer have the time to help me with my little bed and breakfast still?”

“Duh,” you said. “Once the place is fixed up, I can’t wait to get in there.”

“You know the house, our house...what’s some stuff you’d like? We got so busy with everything, we kind of put that on hold and it’s your house too,” he said.

“Honestly, it’s very beautifully done. The only thing I don’t really like is your office space,” you said.

“The den?” he asked as you nodded. “I never remodeled that room. It had a built in desk. I only ever go in there to do bills or brewery stuff.”

“It’s just...blah. It doesn’t fit with the rest of the house really,” you said.

“Why don’t you redecorate? You need the space more than I do,” he said.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah. Make it your own,” he said. “Just give me a desk to work at every once in a while and I’m good.”

“Maybe I’ll tackle that next week then,” you said.

“Oh no. Next week you’re hanging out with me and Dean by the pool. I’ve been looking forward to some lazy time for weeks.”

“Hey,” said Jared, popping into the backyard later that day. You were reading a book by the pool, Jensen and Dean passed out for a nap under some shade in the hammock. 

“Hey, Jare,” you said, setting your book aside when he sat down on the chair next to you, giving you a smile. “What?”

“Kids trip. The siblings and spouses. I told you that you get to pick this year,” he said. “It’s coming up soon and I haven’t heard anything about if we got seven or eight going.”

“Are you sure you guys want me to go? It’s always been your thing,” you said. 

“We love you. We all love you. It’s our thing. We never pushed before because you were always doing internships or were working overseas but I’m putting my foot down this year,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, leaning back in your chair.

“Is Jensen coming?” he asked.

“Yeah, he’s coming,” you said. Jared was quiet for a beat, your head turning to the side. “What?”

“I never thought the person that helped me would end up helping you too,” he said.

“He’s a pretty good best friend,” you said, Jared chuckling.

“You’re good for him too. I’ve never seen him this way,” he said.

“Is this where I thank you for setting us up?” you asked.

“I’m happy you two are happy is all,” he said. “And Dean’s very happy he has you two.”

“We were thinking maybe someday Dean can get a little brother,” you teased.

“Oh my God. Don’t get a dog named Sam,” he laughed.

“We didn’t pick his name. Must have been fate,” you said, looking across the yard, Dean rolling over onto his back between Jensen’s legs. “They’re so cute.”

“The dog is. Jensen is hideous,” he said.

“I think your diseased face rubbed off on him,” you said.

“So many comments I can make,” he laughed. “I just came over to check up on you. You guys are invited to dinner at our place, sometime around six? Dean’s invited too.”

“I’m sure we’ll be over,” you said. “We can talk about vacation.”

“Sounds good, Y/N.”

One Month Later

“Well if that’s not the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” said Jensen when you walked out of your hotel bathroom. You looked down at your dress, Jensen smirking to himself.

“Oh, you can take it off later,” you laughed. “It’s just a dress.”

“Pretty dress,” he said.

“Are you all set to head out?” you asked.

“My phone, my wallet. Your phone, your wallet,” he said, pointing at his back pocket before holding up his wrist. “Emergency hair tie.”

“I’m so keeping you,” you said.

“I’m so okay with that,” he said.

“Like totally okay?”

“Like super totes okay,” he chuckled.

“You look handsome,” you said, taking him in. He was wearing a pair of white pants and one of his usual light blue button downs he wore for dates, his hair a bit fluffier than normal. “Floofy.”

“I know you like it like that,” he said, smiling as you stepped into your sandals. “Ready?”

“Mhm. Let’s go catch up with the other guys.”

“It’s beautiful here,” you said after dinner, you and Jensen walking along the path on the edge of the resort by the beach, your siblings all hanging back at the restaurant still.

“Yes, it is,” he said. “Reminds me of Hawaii almost.”

“It was beautiful there too,” you said. 

“We can go back someday,” he said.

“I don’t need fancy trips, Jay,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “But I like the memories.”

“Me too,” you said, his hand brushing yours lightly before he took it and laced your fingers together. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he said shyly, slowing his walk. 

“Y/N?” you heard. You spun around, Jensen frowning beside you when you saw a guy round the corner on the path. 

“Gavin?” you said, scrunching up your face.

“British douche?” said Jensen.

“Excuse me, mate, but I am not a douche,” he said, turning to you. “Wow. You’re still with this guy?”

“Get lost Gavin. You had your chance,” you said, turning to leave with Jensen when you heard Gavin mumble behind you, Jensen planting his feet.

“What did you just say to her?” growled Jensen.

“I called her a whore, as she is,” he said. Jensen shook his head and you felt his grip on your hand tighten. “Mate, this one only wants one thing.”

“Don’t make the mistake of insulting my girlfriend twice,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“Jensen, let’s go. Forget about him,” you said.

“She doesn’t care, mate,” said Gavin.

“I’m not your mate, buddy,” said Jensen. “You know what? Thank you for fucking it up because now, I have an amazing woman I love so while I don’t appreciate how you made her feel, thank you for giving me the opportunity to show her what a real man is like, entitled jackass.”

“Let’s just go,” you said, tugging on Jensen’s arm. He finally let you pull him away, Gavin taking off in the other direction. Jensen was tense, his fist clenched as you walked him out onto the sand. “Relax, Jens. I’ve been called worse.”

“Fucking asshole,” he mumbled, pulling his hand away from you. “Ruining everything.”

“Jensen, forget him. Nothing’s ruined,” you said, grabbing his arm. “Let’s go get a drink at the bar.”

“Alright,” he said with a sigh. You went back to the path, walking the long way around before he went off of it. You didn’t say anything as you found another path, a quiet little hammock tucked away between palm trees with a perfect view of the water. 

“You were leading us here, weren’t you,” you teased.

“I have my moments,” he chuckled. You smiled as the wind picked up, a large boom overhead. “Uh…”

You glanced up just in time to feel it start to rain, Jensen breaking out into a laugh.

“I don’t know if the universe is trying to tell me something here,” he said, his hair getting wet and sticking to his forehead, starting to soak the both of you. 

“What?” you asked. He looked around, shaking his head as he grabbed hold of both of your hands. He took a small step back, kneeling back on one knee as it took a moment to realize what was going on.

“So,” he said, thunder booming over head, Jensen laughing as you nodded. “Nice and romantic right?”

“Oh yeah,” you said, the wind whipping your wet hair around, everything drenched at this point, water running down both your faces. 

“Y/N,” he said, the thunder cracking again. “Kiddo. Would you-”

You couldn’t hear what he said, Jensen throwing his head back.

“What?” you said, Jensen starting to crack up.

“Would you marry-” he got out before the storm was too loud. “Would you-”

“I can’t hear you!” you shouted.

“I said-” he said, shaking his head at the storm. “Ten seconds! That’s all I’m asking for!”

“Jensen,” you laughed, taking a step forward when you slipped in the wet sand, landing straight on your butt. He stared for a moment before you both laughed, Jensen cupping your cheek. 

“Would you marry me, kiddo?” he said with a big smile. 

“Yes,” you said, giggling as you looked him over. 

“I know right? I bet this was your dream proposal,” he laughed, giving you a kiss.

“You’re here so yeah,” you said, Jensen chuckling again. “It’s perfect.”

“I love you,” he said, giving you a hug.

“I love you too,” you said, giggling when he reached into his pocket. “No offense babe but with our luck, let’s save the ring for the hotel room and not the sandy beach?”

“Probably a good idea,” he said. “Let’s get out of here, kiddo.”

“Hm,” you hummed an hour later, curled up in bed with Jensen, staring at your hand. “You made this?”

“Mhm,” he said.

“Are you good at everything?” you teased, wrapping your arm around his torso, resting your head on his chest.

“Yes. Yes I am,” he said, nuzzling his cheek against you. “You any warmer?”

“Yeah. You?”

“That hot shower was pretty awesome,” he said.

“The shower sex was awesome too,” you said, Jensen kissing the top of your head. “All sex with you is awesome actually.”

“Speak for yourself,” he said, wrapping his legs around you. 

“Cuddles?” you asked.

“Obviously,” he said, letting out a big breath of air.

“You okay?” 

“Yeah. Very long day,” he said. “I was nervous enough and then it all started going to hell and then it had to storm like that and all the pretty lanterns got put out and the wind and you were just laughing your ass off and I knew you were gonna say yes no matter how bad it went.”

“It really was perfect,” you said. “Very memorable.”

“I get to marry you,” he smiled.

“Ah, I want to squish you, cutie,” you said, Jensen chuckling as he pretended to roll away, letting himself get caught by you. “Mine.”

“Yeah I am, kiddo.”

“Well, well, well,” said Jared at breakfast, you and Jensen smiling as you walked in to join them the next morning. “What did you two kids get up to last night?”

“Oh nothing,” you said. “Got engaged is all. No biggie.”

“No biggie,” said Jensen, your sister and both your sister in laws already out of their seats. “Don’t crush my fiance now.”

“It took you long enough,” teased Jared, the guys congratulating him while you were swarmed. Ten minutes later everyone was seated back at the table, Jared giving you a smirk.

“Yes, Jared?”

“Nothing,” he said. “Later.”

“Hey,” said Jared that afternoon while you hanging out by the pool. “Mind if I steal your bride to be?”

“Go for it. If I recall correctly, there’s a certain Gen around here somewhere I owe for shoving me in a pool last fall,” said Jensen. Gen popped up from her pool chair, Jensen smiling darkly. “Oh, I didn’t forget, Padalecki. An Ackles never forgets.”

She took off running, Jensen hot on her tail as Jared chuckled, grabbing your hand and leading you over to where your brother and sister were waiting. You cocked your head but followed them down to the beach, taking a seat when the three of them formed a little semi-circle.

“Uh, what’s going on?” you asked.

“Big sibling speech,” said your sister.

“When I get engaged, dad gave me this speech,” said your oldest brother. “Then when Jared did, I gave it to him but modified cause you know, siblings.”

“Then the boys gave it to me when it happened for me,” said your sister. “Now it’s your turn.���

“This isn’t some like, you guys will murder Jensen thing if he ever hurt me, right?” you asked.

“No,” said your sister, your brother nodding his head. “Kinda. I mean we would but we don’t plan on it happening.”

“Yeah, but this time is a little different,” said Jared, giving the others a sad smile. “You’re our kid sister. None of us were ever the best siblings.”

“We barely had a relationship until last year,” said your oldest brother.

“I never talked to you, even when the boys were moved out and it was just us. Not about boys or girl stuff or anything,” said your sister.

“I thought you thought I was selfish so that’s why you were always avoiding me,” said Jared. “But all three of us, we made you feel like you didn’t belong. We all know mom and dad didn’t plan you and we fed into every fear you probably ever had about being an accident and unwanted.”

“It’s fine,” you said with a shrug, playing with some sand.

“No, it’s not,” said your brother. You lifted your gaze, getting smiles from all three of them. “We weren’t mean. We were indifferent. We’ve been that way since you were a little girl. You always tried to talk about things we wanted to, talk about us. We never asked about you.”

“But we hope you can forgive us,” said your sister. “We’re happy you found Jensen. Well, okay, I was a little weirded out by the age thing at first but he loves you so much and he makes you this person we wish we’d gotten to know a lot sooner.”

“What we’re saying is, we fucked up in the past. We’ve spent most of the past year trying to make that up to you,” said your brother.

“I’m going to guess this isn’t the part of the speech dad gave,” you said, all three of them laughing.

“We’re gonna be there, no matter what,” said your sister. “You guys are gonna have fights. You're gonna have bad days and if you’re like us, you’ll twist it around in your head.”

“You can always call us, good and bad stuff,” said your brother.

“And you can always crash at one of our places if you guys ever have a big blowout and need some time to cool off,” said Jared.

“And we know we aren’t as close as siblings should be but we hope you still let us help with wedding stuff,” said your sister. 

“Guys,” you said. “I appreciate it and when I do have bad days, I will ask for help. When I need babysitters in the future or how to change a diaper, I’ll be calling. But I love you three. I have no resentment over anything. I wouldn’t be engaged to the manchild chasing Gen over there if my life had been different and I love him. I love you guys. Nothing’s going to ever change that. We good now?”

“We’re good,” they said, your head whipping around as you heard a large groan, watching Jensen get tackled by Gen into the ocean. She stood up with a smile and walked back up to the pool, Jensen shaking his head. 

“This ain’t over, Padalecki!” he said.

“Kiss my ass, Ackles. Learn how to…” she trailed off when he started running again, Gen running past the four of you quickly.

“That’s going to be my husband,” you said, Jensen finally catching up with her and picking her up, Jensen tripping in the water, the both of them going under and popping up with a laugh. 

“You could do a lot worse than that one.”

Nine Months Later

“Tom? Could you let Dean out to go potty?” you asked when you saw him pattering around near the door.

“Sure, Aunt Y/N,” he said, rushing past you, nearly knocking Jensen off his feet. “Sorry Uncle Jensen.”

“S’okay bud. Slow it down in the kitchen though,” he said, setting the pizza’s down on the counter. “Pizza’s here you animals!”

“That’s our family,” you laughed.

“Have you seen them eat? They’re like hyenas,” he said, a barrel of feet coming down from the TV room where everyone was watching the playoff game. “Told you so.”

“Where’s the buffalo chicken?” asked Jared as Josh took a few boxes up.

“I only got the one,” said Jensen, handing him a box. “Carry those up to the dining room, would you?”

“You got it brother,” he said, shoving a piece in his mouth before he carried a few boxes away.

“Alright, you’re not wrong about Jared at least,” you said, your dad and Jensen’s coming down, each grabbing a box for themselves. “Whoa. Guys. How about you two share one, hm?”

“Had to teach your daughter manners, didn’t you Padalecki,” said Jensen’s dad.

“I could say the same. I had this guy knocking on my door at two in the morning because he knew she was the one and wanted to ask permission. Two in the morning! I almost said no out of principle,” said your dad.

“You asked?” you said with a big smile. “Aw, I didn’t know he did that.”

“Yes, he’s adorable,” said Jensen’s dad with a smirk. “Aren’t you Jenny?”

“Mom!” shouted Jensen. 

“Behave!” you heard both your mom’s shout back.

“How are we the one’s getting in trouble?” said your dad.

“Because it’s you two together which is somehow worse than Jensen and Jared together,” you said.

“True,” said your dad.

“Fine. Take the two pizzas,” said Jensen. They high fived and went back upstairs, Jensen shaking his head at them.

“You asked permission?” 

“Yeah,” he said with a shrug. “What are you gonna do about it, Mrs. Ackles?”

“Maybe that’s like, super sweet cause I know my dad would appreciate that sort of thing,” you said. “Maybe you’ll get some baked goods out of it. I don’t know. What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Ackles?”

“Uh,” he said, pulling out the pizza box on the bottom marked mushrooms. You raised an eyebrow, Jensen opening the box to find buffalo chicken. 

“I married an evil genius,” you said, grabbing a piece and giving him a high five, both of you hearing the door open and Tom standing there. “Hey, Tom.”

“Are you hiding the good pizza Aunt Y/N?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Here,” said Jensen, grabbing a cookie off the tray for later.

“Pizza, Uncle Jensen,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“Son of a…” he said, begrudgingly handing him over a slice. “You don’t tell anyone about this now.”

“We’ll see,” he said as he took off back upstairs, Dean coming to sit between the two of you, staring up with puppy dog eyes. 

“Sorry but it’ll hurt your tummy, baby. None for you,” said Jensen.

“More for mommy,” you said, taking out another slice. 

“Speaking of mommy, Dean,” he said, giving you a kiss, “You’re gonna have to get used to somebody else being around little guy. According to the doctor, mommy has a very small bun in the oven.”

“I’m eight weeks,” you said. “I’m barely pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant!” said Tom.

“She’s pregnant!” you heard the whole other room say.

“Well that’s one way to break the news,” said Jensen.

“We’ve never been one’s to stick to the rules,” you said, leaning up on your tiptoes. “Better go face the music.”

“In a minute,” he said, giving you a kiss, rubbing his hand over your stomach. “I love you so much, kiddo.”

“Me too, Ackles. So, so much.”

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A/N: Read the timestamp here!

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Time for a story - Leap of Faith

“Daddy, look!”

Fastening Addie’s shoes, Oliver turned his head back over his shoulder to look at Millie. She was carrying a big smile on her lips as she presented herself to Oliver with spread arms. Her face showed how proud she was of her success as she turned around herself.

“You got completely ready all by yourself,” Oliver said with a wide smile, making sure Millie got how proud he was of her too, “that’s amazing.”

Of course Oliver could argue that Millie was wearing her gumboots which might not be the fitting shoes for a doctor’s appointment, but Oliver was just not that kind of dad. He loved to take joy from his children’s successes. He was happy when they were happy, and having gotten ready all by herself was something Millie was very happy about.

Straightening up, he took Addie’s jacket from the cloak hanger and helped his youngest daughter into it. Once her jacket was zipped, Addie angled her head back and looked at him. She was grinning widely, and Oliver tipped his finger against the tip of her nose. Addie giggled in response.

“Ready to go?” Oliver asked.

“Yes!”

Addie already tried to run towards the door, but Oliver quickly wrapped his arm around her small body from behind and lifted her against his chest. The toddler squealed in a mixture of shock and fun. Kicking with her legs, she tried to get away from him. When Oliver tightened his arm around her, she was already giggling again.

Oliver couldn’t stop himself from joining into Addie’s happy giggles. He kissed the back of Addie’s head and whispered into her ear, “Not for fast. There can be cars outside.”

Although it was highly unlikely that there were any cars moving on the front court of the house, Oliver thought that you could never be too careful. Their house was quite far back from the street, unlike Donna and Quentin’s apartment house for example. If Addie ran outside like this there, the wrong moment could cost her her life.

Addie nodded her head in agreement. When Oliver let her down, she placed her tiny hand in his safely. The sight made him smile.

“Millie, will you carry Ellie and Dorie?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Millie took her stuffed elephant Ellie and Addie’s stuffed donkey Dorie and followed her father and sister to the door. The moment Oliver opened it, quick steps could be heard and Hawk came running towards them. He hurried between Oliver and the door, sitting down there and whining heartbreakingly.

“I think he wants to come too.” Millie looked at Oliver with big eyes. “Can he come? Daddy, please.”

“Yes, daddy, please.”

Having both of his youngest daughters looking at him pleadingly with their big, blue eyes really wasn’t fair. It was incredibly hard for him to say no to either of them. Saying no to both of them at the same time felt like it was impossible, especially since their pleading eyes were accompanied by Hawk’s soft eyes and his low whimpers.

A doctor’s office might not necessarily be the best place for an ordinary dog. Hawk just wasn’t ordinary at all. He was special, special to the family and special in his own rights. He also had some experience with comforting people during doctor’s office. He had accompanied Oliver to Dr. Rosario a lot of times now, and his presence had always made it easier for Oliver to open up to his therapist.

Millie and Addie could certainly need some comfort today too. They were in for some injections which they knew which was why they hadn’t asked why Felicity wasn’t coming with them to the doctor. It was an open secret in this family that Felicity and syringes had never been friends and probably would never be friends either. He was always the one to take the kids to get their injections. It was better for everyone involved.

“Fine,” Oliver said, nodding his head towards the car, “Hawk is coming with us.”

“Yay!” Addie and Millie exclaimed excitedly while Hawk was showing his job about this news by barking loudly.

During the drive towards the doctor’s office, they listened to one of the many playlists with songs for children. Oliver could sing along to every single one of them which always seemed to amuse people that didn’t know him that well. Felicity loved to watch him and listen to him when he was singing for their children.

The waiting room at the doctor’s office was full of people. A lot of children were leaning against their parents, looking sad and exhausted. Some of them were probably running a fever and feeling terrible. He asked around if it was okay to bring his dog inside. As the parents agreed, Oliver got Hawk from the car. At the sight of the fluffy dog, some light came spread in the children’s eyes. Hawk was the start in the waiting room, and he enjoyed it visibly.

“Mayor Queen.”

Oliver turned his head back over his shoulder to shoot a brief look at the doctor’s assistant that was smiling at him. He nodded his head before he looked back at his Millie, Addie, Hawk and all the other kids that were gathered around him.

“Come on,” he said, nodding towards the doctor’s assistant, “we gotta go.”

Millie and Addie grabbed his hands on the way to the doctor’s office. Although they weren’t scared of Dr. Sanders or any doctor really, they didn’t particularly like going to the doctor either. Hawk on the other hand was waggling his tail in excitement because he knew that Dr. Sanders always had some cookies. Usually, the kids took them with them and fed them to him at home. It was why he loved when the kids had to go to the doctor.

“My favorite family,” Dr. Sanders said as soon as they came in and got up from behind her desk, “with Hawk.”

Hawk barked a couple of times before he sat down next to the doctor’s desk. He looked at the small plate with cookies there for a moment before he looked back at the doctor. It was his way of saying that he wanted her to give him a cookie. Since he got people wrapped around his paw so easily, Dr. Sanders did exactly what Hawk asked of him.

“So, now to the two of you,” Dr. Sanders said with a gentle smile, “are you fit?”

“Totally fit,” Millie replied, “and strong like daddy.”

As if to prove herself right, Millie lifted her arm and tried to show her bicep. Dr. Sanders touched it carefully and whistled out an impressed breath.

“Wow,” she said, “you really are strong. You eat a lot of healthy food, right?”

“Always,” Millie replied with a proud smile, “preferbabily broccoli.”

“Oh, I love broccoli too.”

Dr. Sanders winked at her before she lifted her onto the doctor’s couch and turned to Addie.

“And you, young lady?” she asked. “Ready for a little health boost?”

Addie nodded her head. “Yes.”

“And I guess you are just as strong as your sister?”

“Stronger.”

Dr. Sanders smiled. “So you eat even more broccoli?”

“No.” Addie screwed up her face as broccoli really wasn’t her favorite vegetable, “I like carrots and tomatoes and bell pepper.”

“That sounds yummy and healthy too.” Dr. Sanders lifted her next to Millie onto the doctor’s couch. “It’s a good thing that you are this strong because that means that you won’t mind the little prick.”

“No, it’s not bad,” Millie said, shrugging her shoulders, “just mommy doesn’t like them.”

Dr. Sanders smiled and shot a brief glance at Oliver, who just smiled back at hers. Dr. Sanders had been their doctor since Emmy had been burn. She knew that Felicity wasn’t a fan of needles and preferred to have Oliver take the kids to the doctor. It was an open secret.

Dr. Sanders sat back behind her desk and prepared the two injections for the two girls. As soon as she got up and approached them, Hawk suddenly stepped in her way and snarled quietly. He was very protective of the kids and the entire family. Just like Felicity, he seemed to consider the needles a possible threat.

“Don’t worry,” Dr. Sanders said gently and held the injection out for Hawk to sniffle at it, “it’s going to help them to stay healthy.”

Hawk shot a look for Oliver like he wanted his approval before he stepped out of Dr. Sander’s way. He didn’t go too far away though. Instead, he sat down right next to Millie and Addie and watched the doctor’s every move. He was protective like that.

“Who of you wants to start.”

Addie pointed at Millie immediately, and Millie nodded her head. She was a good big sister.

Dr. Sanders put one of the syringes into a small bowl that she put next to Addie. Then she sat down on the couch next to Millie and positioned the syringe at her upper arm. Millie squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away. She didn’t mind the prick, but she couldn’t see the needle piercing her skin.

Before the metal touched her skin, Hawk suddenly rolled his eyes and fell back onto his back. His paws were dangling in the air, a quiet howling coming from his mouth.

“What’s wrong with him, daddy?”

At Addie’s questions, Oliver got up and kneeled down next to Hawk. He touched his paw, but Hawk didn’t react to it.

“What’s wrong, Hawk?”

At that, Hawk turned around onto his stomach. He waggled his tail nervously and continued to howl like he wanted to tell Oliver exactly what was wrong. Since Oliver was quite talented at learning languages – he had learned Russian, Chinese and Arabic these last years after all – he was also fluent in Doggish by now.

“Just as afraid of needles as Felicity, right?”

Hawk howled once more and got up. He moved closer to Oliver, putting his paws on Oliver’s shoulders like he wanted to be in his arms. Sighing, Oliver straightened up and lifted Hawk off the floor slightly.

“You stay home next time, Buddy,” Oliver told him. “You really are no help.”

Hawk licked Oliver’s tongue like he wanted to apologize for needing comfort instead of comforting the kids. It was impossible to be mad with him though. He was such a darling after all.

“At least he is a good distraction,” Dr. Sanders said with a chuckle, “because the first injection is already done.”

* * *

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The Ghost Boys

A silly AU with the Junior Quartet that sits in my Psychic Dective AU, believe it or not, though in the future quite a ways. Featuring ghost hunter chaos boys, Empath!Jin Ling, and Fairy being the best emotional support doggo.

For @this-solaris-life because she’s been having a rough couple of days. Hope this makes you smile! --- “I want it known, for the record, that this is a terrible idea,” Jingyi said the moment the red lights of his friends’ cameras turned on, so they and the world at large would know he was the only voice of reason in this whole fiasco. Of course, he was ignored, as he usually was, which probably meant they were going to die.

No one ever listened to the smart one in horror movies, after all. And maybe this wasn’t exactly a horror movie, but it was close enough!

“Alright Ghosties, listen up,” Jin Ling huffed at his camera, as though Jingyi wasn’t currently whining at his back, flawless as ever, “do not try this at home, or do not do it alone if you do it anyway. And remember, safety first. Always protect your dog’s feet if you bring them along.”

Jingyi sighed as the camera panned to him, or rather to Fairy, who was happily leaning into the hug Jingyi was giving him. The huge husky’s tail wagged and he lifted a paw when Jin Ling wiggled his fingers, which had a proper shoe-booty on it.

“Keep your ghost hunting dogs safe,” Jin Ling ordered, all seriousness, and Jingyi pouted up at him.

“What about your ghost hunting boyfriends?” he demanded, already fighting a chill, and it wasn’t just from the cold. This place was seven levels of creepy and it was just the outside.

Jin Ling’s expression was all coolness, a front Jingyi knew for the camera given his warm eyes were downright laughing at him. Rude. “Eh. You can be ghost food.”

Yuan quickly lifted his own camera and stepped between them, running over Jingyi’s squawk of outrage with a soft laugh. “No one will be ghost food,” he reassured, before beaming at their unseen audience. “Hello Ghosties! Today we’re in Hong Kong to film an abandoned Love Hotel.”

He tilted his camera to pan behind him while Zizhen’s followed him too, as it usually did, the man’s eyes soft and content over his fluffy scarf. “It was built in a housing boom during the eighties, but abandoned in 2003. Lots of interesting stories about this place too…”

As he rattled off a few, filming the discreet outside of the building, Jingyi moved over to Jin Ling with Fairy in tow, shuddering as a breeze blew over the back of his neck.

“We’re not going to die, right?” he asked, needing reassurance. The perks of dating an Empath, he’d found, were that said boyfriend could feel out all ghosts and warn him beforehand. Even if he used this power for evil teasing more often than not, it was still a valuable skill to have and Jingyi leaned on it every time he agreed to do this insanity with the rest of them.

Jin Ling considered that. “Well, it won’t be ghosts that kill us if we do,” he said, because he was a demon, and Jingyi swatted his arm, cracking his cool exterior with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I got my pepper spray.”

“And I got the dog with fangs,” Jingyi said, struggling for some calm. He knelt down to muss the dog’s squishy cheeks, which did nothing to make the dog seem frightening. “You’ll protect me, right Fairy? You’re the best boy. You won’t let anyone hurt me!”

Fairy wiggled in agreement, wagging his tail so hard his whole butt moved too. Jingyi laughed, feeling slightly better, and for a blessed moment cooed at Fairy and pretended he was not about to walk into a death trap because he was obviously an idiot.

It didn’t last nearly long enough before Jin Ling was calling them all to order and holding open a break in the chain link fence they’d found to get in. Yuan ducked in first, followed by Zizhen, who finally moved his camera off of him to film a broken window; then it was Fairy’s turn to pull Jingyi along, followed by Jin Ling, who set a comforting hand on his lower back as he passed by.

“They said a woman hung herself from the third floor banister,” Yuan said as Jin Ling tried the door handle. “I think that’s a great place to try our spirit box.”

Zizhen hummed a little, considering that, as the door creaked open in an ominous scream. “Do we know why she hung herself?” he asked Yuan, doe eyed. “Was it a broken heart?”

“You will make a love story out of everything, won’t you?” Jingyi asked, appalled, and Zizhen just shrugged a helpless shoulder.

“It’s romantic, though.”

“Guys,” Jin Ling sighed, drawing them back to focus, and pulled his breathing mask out of his hoodie. “Safety first. Masks on, I can already smell the mold.”

It was another blessed pause, where Jingyi could pretend he wasn’t about to enter some apocalyptic nightmare. He pulled on the breathing mask, then knelt down to slip on Fairy’s. He gave Jin Ling the thumbs up when he was certain Fairy was having no trouble breathing through it.

“Remember, everyone,” Zizhen said, turning his camera on himself as he adjusted his scarf around his mask, “mold is no joke. If you’re going to be as crazy as us, you need to be as smart as us too.”

“How is this smart?” Jingyi scoffed, ignored as Jin Ling led the way inside. He wanted nothing more than to hide behind his boyfriend’s confident back, but he’d been put in charge of Fairy and Yuan’s spot was always after Jin Ling so they could watch for glass and nails on the floor. He had to settle for sighing and doing his best not to jump at every tiny noise, which was much harder in practice than he’d like.

Already the floor was creaking under their feet and his mind flashed to horror movies all over again. “We’re going to die.”

“We’re not going to die,” Jin Ling sighed from the front and panned his camera slowly around the front atrium. “Maybe lost, though. This place is huge, so stick close to me.”

“It must have been so pretty when it was in business,” Zizhen gushed, gooey-eyed already over a heart-shaped archway. “And didn’t you say something about themed rooms, A-Yuan?”

“I did!” Yuan grinned in excitement, eager as always to share the facts he’d researched. “I’m not sure what all is still here, but I know they had an ‘under the sea’ love suite, as well as one based on Camelot.”

Okay, so that was kind of cool. Still, “I would not sleep in a room with a suit of armor watching me,” Jingyi shuddered. “No thank you.”

“Agreed,” Jin Ling said, nose wrinkled in distaste. “Armor is such a ghost magnet. You’d have so many eyes on you while you slept. Disgusting.”

“It’s because of the iron, right?” Yuan asked, curious, and Jin Ling nodded.

“Metal is a conduit, no matter what type,” Jin Ling said, shrugging a shoulder as he pointed his camera up the stairs. “It draws in energy, so it’s easier for a spiritual imprint to remain on it.”

“Like fingerprints,” Zizhen hummed and slowly turned down a long hall. “Do we want to check this one out? Or just look upstairs?”

“The energy down here is more residual,” Jin Ling told him and started up. “We won’t get anything more than a few standard bumps in the night. The good stuff is up here.”

“I am more than okay with standard bumps,” Jingyi lamented as he was more or less pulled up the steps by Fairy. “What’s wrong with lame noises? It’s still creepy.”

“Come on, Jingyi, you know the viewers want the really good stuff,” Yuan laughed, though sweetly as though to soothe him. It only had him more on guard. “And I’m curious about a few spots that actually have stories attached to them.”

“That’s worse,” Jingyi sighed, then squeaked as something above them slammed. He was instantly behind Yuan and squishing Fairy close with a hand. “Oh no, oh fuck, I’m not ready, no, no.”

“You’re never ready,” Jin Ling pointed out, already hurrying towards the sound like an idiot. Yuan, ultimate traitor, hurried after him, which had Fairy tugging Jingyi along. Zizhen, unconcerned, followed at a more sedate pace, getting them all into a clear shot.

“Hey, another heart arch!” he said when he’d caught up and peeked into the room that it led to. “Do you think this room was a heart theme?”

He asked this of Jin Ling, who stood the best chance of feeling out the truth of the past out of all of them, Empathy and all that. Even with the room in obvious, vandalized shambles, he took it in with a slow sweep of his camera and his eyes focusing hard.

“Definitely red, is what I’m feeling,” he said after a moment. “So a heart theme wouldn’t be a big stretch.”

Zizhen sighed happily and made eyes at Yuan, because of course he did. “Romantic.”

“I think a flower room would be nice,” Yuan mused, smiling back at Zizhen, and Jingyi felt the urge to smack their heads together because they were going to die, this was no time to be gooey!

“Is there a flower room?” Zizhen asked, excited.

Jin Ling considered that. “Third floor, second room.”

“Oh hell yes.”

“If you two make out in a ghost love hotel and consider it romantic to be surrounded by spirits and mold, I will disown you both,” Jingyi threatened, though his voice jumped at the end when another bang echoed above. He immediately squished Fairy’s head into his leg again. “Fuck… how could you even be thinking of romance when we are clearly about to die.”

“I mean… it is a Love Hotel,” Zizhen wiggled his eyebrows, charming Yuan into a round of sweet laughter. Jingyi needed new, less insane friends stat. “And for a good chunk of our viewers, it’s close to Valentine’s Day. Romance is in the air.”

“So is death!” Jingyi waved his arm out at all the wreckage. “And mold! And shit, what was that noise?”

He squished in behind Jin Ling and under the hood of his jacket, whimpering as what sounded like footsteps creaked up the next flight of stairs. “We’re going up there, aren’t we.”

“Not a residual haunting,” Jin Ling agreed, a grin in his voice, and immediately left Jingyi without a hiding place as he charged up the stairs. “There’s something up here!”

Yuan was hot on his heels, as were Zizhen and Fairy, who whined when Jingyi didn’t move fast enough. Swallowing hard, he followed them all up to the infamous third floor and immediately felt far too cold. And watched. With nothing but black ruins behind him, he felt like he was being followed, and quickly reclaimed his spot in the group.

“I don’t like this,” he said and lifted his arm to Zizhen’s camera, pulling back his sleeve. “All my hair is standing up, you see that?”

“Mine too,” Zizhen agreed, though looked far less worried about it than he should. Jingyi maybe mimed strangling him when the camera turned away.

Jin Ling, meanwhile, was edging around a fallen post to get to a door, this one with peeling, off-yellow paint around the rim. “It came from in here,” he told Yuan, who immediately gasped out some facts about the room while Jin Ling slipped inside.

There was a beat of quiet, save for Yuan telling the viewers about the room - 32 - which had been the room where the woman had stayed that had hung herself, before a low curse startled them all quiet. Then Jin Ling was hurrying back out, blushing hard, and quickly dusted himself off, like whatever energy in there was contagious.

“That… nope,” was all he said, and despite the chills and feeling threatened, Jingyi started to cackle, because for all his cool guy routine in front of the camera, Jin Ling was also easily flustered, and that wide eyed look was hilarious. 

“Spirits still in love in there?” Zizhen asked, laughing too. Even Yuan was covering his mouth and shaking in silent mirth.

“Something like that,” Jin Ling muttered and glared when Jingyi busted up even harder.

“Oh my gods. Only you would walk into a ghost love session!” he wheezed. Fucking karma. “That’s what you get for trying to kill us on the regular.”

“You come willingly!” Jin Ling sputtered and smacked him in the stomach when he got close enough. Jingyi doubled over, losing his grip on Fairy’s leash, and kept on laughing. At least until the creaking started behind him, and given he had a good view of everyone's shoes, a creaking that should very much not be happening.

“There’s something behind me, isn’t there,” he whimpered, feeling a full body shiver shoot from his toes to his head.

“Yup,” Jin Ling said, smug bastard, and immediately he shrieked. It said far too much about him that Jin Ling’s arms were already up and ready before he started climbing his boyfriend like some rich housewife would jump onto a stool to flee from a mouse. Fuck.

“Oh my gods, get it off, get it off!”

The treachery didn’t stop with Yuan, it seemed, because now Zizhen was laughing at him too. He flipped them both off, but refused to detach from Jin Ling until the creaking stopped.

“That is not how it works,” Jin Ling sighed, all long suffering, and obediently stayed still until Jingyi was willing to let go. Well, willing was perhaps a stretch. He would stay in Jin Ling’s arms forever if he could, but that would mean being stuck in this place even longer, and that would never do.

“I don’t care, keep them away from me,” Jingyi ordered and wrapped Jin Ling’s arm around his shoulders, pouting there. Zizhen had already grabbed Fairy’s leash and handed it to Yuan with minimal kissing of his gloved hands, which meant he could stay here as long as he wanted and Jin Ling could just put up with it.

Amazingly, he seemed agreeable to the unspoken plan, arm tightening around him in a soft squeeze. “I will always keep them away from you,” he promised, warm and almost sweet, and Jingyi could believe it, even in this terrible place. He’d believe anything Jin Ling said when his boyfriend looked at him like that.

“Well good, because if I die I’m haunting you forever,” Jingyi pouted and wrapped his arms around Jin Ling’s middle to anchor himself there when they moved on to the next room. “And into the next life if I have to.”

A soft sigh, but a smile followed that, and he grinned despite himself.

“Noted.”

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Reunited.”

Just tying up some loose ends, also see the post I made right before this about a stupid story that happened to me while writing this. It is kind of funny :) 

The day was hot, very hot, and the sun beat down on fort harmony with merciless intent. Over the tarmac, the sweltering heat caused little mirrages, as puddles of water to appear and then vanish down the runway. 

The heat was oppressive enough that no birds sang, and even the roaring of the engines had been dulled by a day that none of the en were willing to venture out of the air cooled airplane hangers.

Only one figure remained outside staring up at the blue sky and the oppressive sun beaming down upon her.

Waffles limped over the hot pavement, the tarmac burning the delicate pads of her feet, but if she stopped walking it would only hurt even more.

Her tail drooped towards the ground,

It was so hot.

She made it across the tarmac and down to the little shaded area where someone had set up a discarded cardboard box and a bowl of water.

Her feet continued to ache, and she licked at them with her long, pink, tongue though that only brought momentary relief from the burns.

Across the tarmac two men watched her form the open hanger door. It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried to get her to come inside, they had, it was just that she wouldn't, and no amount of cajoling or bribing her had worked. THey felt bad of course, but there was nothing much else they could do.

One of the men felt bad enough to brave the heat and bring over a bag of ice which he pressed onto her paws for a time before having to return to his work.

Waffles laid her head down and closed her eyes ears drooping.

So hot 

Overhead an engine sounded. It was a familiar noise by now,and only one of her eyes cracked open to watch the shuttle descend from the sky and come to land on the scouring earth. She closed her eyes again, listening to the distant sounds as the shuttle doors open, and human voices swelled up around her.

It was then that she was hit with the smell.

IThe heat washed over her face and straight up into her nose with a smell she had been waiting for for months now. 

She shot to her feet ears up nose lifted.

Her tail began to wag 

And despite the heat of the burning tarmac, she raced across the open space yipping and barking and whining for all she was worth

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Adam stepped out of the shuttle into a sheer wall of heat. It was like being punched in the face by the sun. The borrowed flight suit he now wore was immediately sweltering and he fanned himself with one hand already beginning to pant.

Behind him Sunny and the other stepped down onto the tarmac.

Sunny Immediately yelped and sprung back into the shuttle

Adam couldn’t help but laugh, but that was when a high pitched whining noise reached his ears. A whining barking, yipping noise that immediately had him turning towards the sound eyes wide.

It started out as a small shape barely distinguishable from the sand and grass to the side of the tarmac, and then, as it raced towards him it coalesced into a furry bullet.

“Watffles!” He shouted, taking a few steps down from the ramp as she raced up, and leaped into the air.

He caught her mid arc staggering back a few steps as she attacked his face was the kind of love that could only be bestowed by man's best friend. She whined and whimpered and her tail wagged and her body wriggled so hard he had a tough time holding onto her. 

“Hey pretty girl!”

Wavvles whimpered and barked some more licking his face and the side of his head repeatedly to the point where his hair was damp.

He laughed and held her to his chest, her tail thudding against his side and back.

She didn’t seem very inclined to get down, and the Tarmac was so hot he worried about her paws burning. So instead he held her like a large baby in his arms, and once she was finally done licking his face, she rested her head against his neck and chest nuzzling every now and against at his chin just to remind him she was there.

Not that he could forget an 80 lb German Shepherd.

Behind him the others were laughing and awing.

Ramirez had videoed the whole thing, and continued to video as they made their way across the tarmac and too one of the hangers. Waffles didn’t seem to have any intention of getting down.

Finally they stepped into the hanger, and reluctantly he set her back on the floor, though she insisted on sitting on his feet every time he came to a stop.

Across the room there was a clamouring of voices, and A group of at least five people came charging across the room.

His family hugged him so hard, he thought he was going to crack a rib, and he laughed right along with them as they stammered out nar incoherent sentences.

Eventually his mother pulled back wiping her eyes on hand resting on his cheek the other on his shoulder, “Boy, you need a shave.”

He smiled, “Yeah, can't say there are many razors in a wormhole.”

“I knew it, I knew it. Our baby brother is invincible.” David announced, slapping him on the back so hard he nearly stumbled forward.

Waffles looked up at him her tial thudding against the floor, her tongue lolling form her mouth

“Where were you!”

“Not sure if I am allowed to say just yet, but i'll tell you when I know what I am allowed to say. Let's just start by saying that it wasn’t pleasant, but it’s a great story, ad it involves  miraculous escape planned and executed by yours truly in a fantastic manor.”

HIs mother sighed, “At least you came back wit hall your body parts in tact this time.”

She turned her head to look down and smiled, “Dr. Krill we are so glad you made it back too. We were devastated to hear that you had gone missing as well.”

The doctors saved a polite hand, “No matter.”

She gave him a very light hug anyway, careful to avoid crushing him or something, which he seemed to enjoy despite himself.

Thomas crossed his arms, “Hey, is anyone gonna thank me for bringing him back in one piece?”

Martha sighed and grabbed him up in a hug, “Thank you for bringing yourself home in one piece.” She pulled back, “ How was the war.”

HE grinned, “It was awesome, we mounted a revolution.”

She shook her head, “I can’t take you anywhere because you're either discovering extraterrestrial life or overthrowing corrupt governments.”

Thomas grinned, “Plus I think this has finally made me realize what I want to do with my life.”

Adam smiled as he watched his brother, this was arguably the happiest he had ever seen thomas: who was known for his sullen nature and moodiness. Life hadn’t been easy on him, and he had jumped and bounced from one thing to another in between relapses.

“Oh, and what is that?”

He motioned back to where the rest of the group was standing, “Well I was talking to Ramirez and Maverick and I…. I think joining the marines would be good for me.” He got a slap on the back from their father, who seemed more than pleased with the idea.

Martha assigned, “Of course I should  have seen that coming.” She smile, “I am proud of you. Just try not to overthrown anymore empires while you’re at it.”

He grinned, “No promises.

Adam got hugged a few more times after that seeing as no one was really willing to believe that he was alive.

Even the men he didn’t know from around base stopped by to shake his hand and tell him how glad they were that he was back.

The UNSC sorely missed him.

At some point Krill insisted on doctoring him, and dragged him back into the medical bay where he did all he docterly things, blood pressure temperature pulse. Sunny stood in the corner with both sets of arms crossed over her chest.

He might have asked her to wait in the hall, but he had a feeling that that request wouldn’t go down so well, so he let it go.

Krill examined the three large gashes on his chest and where they had healed over into large, livid puckered red scars.

“Hmm, I could probably fix this. WIth a consultation from a plastic surgeon.” He muttered 

Adam waved him off, ‘It’s alright Krill, I think they look kind of badass, sort of a tarzan king of the jungle sort of vibe.”

Krill glowered at him, “Well one of these days you are just going to have to pick ONE vibe, because space cyborg pirate Tarzan is getting to be a bit of a mouthful.”

Adam laughed.

Sunny harumphed glowering angrily at the new scars.

Krill turned to look down at the ones on his upper forearms, which hadn’t scarred up yet, but where still in the process of being scabbed over, “And what are these.”

“Er…. I had to get the attention of the keepers, and that was the only way to do it without them heightening security on me.”

Sunny’s fists clenched even further.

Krill flipped over his hand, which was still raw and red, “Let me guess”

Adam shrugged sheepishly, “Well you know how it is.”

He turned his head to look at Sunny and quickly looked away as her stare bored a hole in his forehead.

At the end of the medical bay, the door slid open and a soldier stepped inside hurrying over to offer him a set of ACUs and a pair of boots, “These should fit sir, the brass will be here in half and hour, and will meet with you in the war room… I… mean the conference room !A.” He turned on his heels and walked out, big boots clomping on the tile as he went.

Adam changed quickly and managed to hunt down a razor in enough time to get a quick shave in before meeting with his superiors. He didn’t understand why other men wanted a beard so much, it was really nothing to be happy about, and it made his face itch. Felt so much better when the thing was finally gone and he was free.

Sunny was a little miffed when she had to wait out in the hall as he and waffles stepped into the conference room, which he could immediately see why they called the warm room. It was less like a conference room and more like mission control. The room was large, lined on all sides with massive monitors which cast pale blue light down onto the large, elongated table with its holographic touch screen.

As soon as he walked in an entire room of officers stood from their seats.

“Commander!”

“Its good to see you, son.”

“We thought you were dead.”

“Earth is going to be happy to hear you’re alive.” He smiled and greeted the others with a firm handshake despite how tired he was, “It takes more than a wormhole to take a human out.” He said taking the seat offered to him near the head of the table.

Admiral Kelly had broken from her usual serious demeanor into a smile, “We are glad to have you back, Commandr. A lot has happened since you left.”

“Can I get a quick summary?”

“Well we learned that the balck hole, or I suppose wormhole now that we know, was created in part by the burg working with the voiceless kree. The voiceless have long been in conflict with the voiced and allied with the burg to turn our ire against the voiced. However, they pose no significant threat without burg technology and so we focused mostly on the burg. Your ship was of course, in pieces, but nearly all you crew survived as they were picked up by other ships in the near vicinity. You were pronounced MIA as was Dr. Krill. ONly three on your ship didn’t make it, and one of our ships was permanently crippled with over 50 casualties and 100 additional injuries.”

HE grimaced, but held back on the guilt for a moment.

“After that battle, the GA came to council, and war was declared on the burg. We sent in the GA armada and over 1000 shock troopers on to the face of the planet. While there a small team comprised mostly of your old crew discovered that the burg king was being imprisoned in a cavern below the throne room and allied with him to replace the queen with a successor.”

He had heard that part of the story , but it didn’t cease to amaze him.”

“Beyond that it was actually quite simple.”

“And my ship?”

“We will get to that in a moment, commander, but now its your turn.”

He nodded and sighed hand to his head, “Where to begin. Of course you know I initiated the shatter protocol when it seemed there was no possible escape for my crew. I stayed behind to initiate assuming, like you, it was a black hole. However, when I didn’t die and was shot out to some unknown location, it appeared as if it was a wormhole instead. I managed to crashland the command deck on the planet below, which was habitable. It was an alien world, but seemed rather…. Jurassic…. In nature. I managed to salvage the emergency kits from under one of the crew seats and survived for a week or two on the beach well fed and warm, however,while I was out in an attempt to boost a radio signal, I ran into some sort of alien creature which attacked me. The wounds I received were pretty bad, but I managed to kill it. I was losing blood fast and probably wouldnt have survived if the Omnidroids-”

“Wait, I’m sorry, the WHAT!”

“Sorry, sir, The omnidroids are what I nicknamed them because they look like something form an old movie. Think large ball with five big stumpy legs and a tiny head on toop.”

They nodded and he continued.

“Anyway, I ran into a group of them, and they helped with my sounds. I couldn’t understand them, and I am pretty sure their speech is in a much lower register because it was like listening to whales talk. Anyway, they brought me aboard one of their ships, and kept me there for a day or two. When we landed I was let out into an enclosure of some sort, turned out to be some kind of alien zoo.”

They stared at him.

He stared back.

“Your kidding?”

“No time for joking, commander.”

He shook his head, “I am not joking. I am serious, the enclosure that I was in had perfect temperature plenty of water and lots of food, but I could see other alien creatures outside the window and above me, just looking at me. Drones came in every now and again to feed me or clean the pen.”

They staired in silent awe.

“Anyway, from there I concluded it was likely they didn’t know I was sentient, so I determined that escape was possible if I let them think that. I started trying to figure out if I was being watched, and their response time if i was. Once tht was done I picked an appropriate time to escape, and used the iron eye armor I still had one from meeting with the Kree and pried open the bars before setting all of the other creatures loose. I found Dr. Krill on my way out, and we hijacked a shuttle.”

“How did you know how to get back?”

He shook his head, “I didn’t. But that was when the space dragon showed up.”

They stared at him again.

He held up his hands, “ I swear I am not making any of this up. That is exactly what happened It created some sort of wormhole and I ended up in the middle of a burg battle in space.”

“So there is an entire alien society separate from the one we already have.”

“It seems so?”

“And the shuttle?”

“It was handed over to GA scientists for examination and potentially reverse engineering.”

They nodded.

He waited for them to say anything else before.

“So…. my crew is safe but my ship?”

They shook their heads, “Is gone,” THey held up a hand to cut him off, “However it was actually a  stroke of good fortune as we have been building new ships for the fleet over the past few years, and one of them was close to completion. So, using the scraps leftover from your ship we were able to finish the job.” They leaned forward, “Commander, despite any issues we have had with your commanding in the past, we have determined that to judge you by the standards of the old military was a faux pax on our part. Space is new, and requires something from men that it hasn’t required before.”

He waited to see where this was going.

“The new armada will be nearly five times the size of the old. The captains as they are now will be promoted to fleet commanders and will be over their own unit of ships. The ship that the harbinger was recycled to make, is twice as big as your old ship with room for over 1000 crew members. It has the latest in alien and human technology and is the most advanced space vessel humanity has ever seen.”

It was an important reminder at this point not to pee himself out of excitement, so he kept his face stony, though he wanted nothing more than to jump around like a little girl squealing.

“However, since the captains would be promoted to fleet commander, that means that you will have to be promoted against as well.”

He paused.

“I… but I haven't been commander for all that long.”

“The UNSC fleet is growing at a rapid rate, and to keep up with it, we are going to have to adapt rapidly as well.”

“So, commander, do you accept?”

He paused and looked down at his hands, “I’m not moving to a desk job, sir.”

“No, no you won't. But you will be commanding a larger ship and thousands more people. Do you think you can handle that? He paused again looking down at his hands thoughtfully.

“Yes, I think I can.” 

[kmseokjins]

Mellifluous (Chapter 6)

Fandom: BTS Pairing: BTS x Reader /  Poly!OT7 x Reader Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, minor cussing Summary:   You debate leaving and returning back home, but you can't, and it's a good thing too....mostly.

Notes: <3 <3 to y’all liking and reblogging! it warms my heart

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You’d fallen asleep at some point. Your ears twitch at the silence that has engulfed the dorm, a stark contrast to just hours ago. From under the bed, you’d watched several pairs of feet slip into the room across the hall, no doubt knowing it was Blond and Blue going to comfort their packmate. Shortly after, Happy had slipped into the room. Murmurs reached your ears, but you didn’t have to heart to try to listen; what was the use? You didn’t know what they were saying. 

Instead, you laid there, squeezing your eyes shut and resisting the urge to go comfort the youngest werewolf. You wanted to. Would they open the door to let you in if you scratched at it and whined? You wanted to apologize, but yet..you weren’t sorry. Sorry for causing a scene and getting them in trouble? Yes. Sorry for attempting to maul the hunter’s face off? No. You weren’t sure what the hunter’s plan was now. It was a gut feeling that she’d known, and that made you uneasy. You had every intention of finding a way out of here tonight, but could you really leave if they were in danger because of something you’d done?

They’re werewolves. You thought to yourself. They could handle themselves. There would need to be a lot of hunters to take down the seven of them, and their famous status would give caution to even the most seasoned hunter. Surely that would buy you time to figure out what was going on, if your mother and siblings were still alive, if perhaps...your father was somehow still alive. You could come back here, find your way back to the boys and tell them everything. Tell them they were in danger, that there was a hunter stalking them. Maybe they’d believe you, maybe they wouldn’t. 

For the first time in hours, you finally willed yourself to move. You padded quietly from the room, emerging into the dimly lit hallway and to the closed door opposite. You stuck your nose underneath the door, taking in the scents and listening to the six heartbeats within beating in sync. 

Six.

You followed your nose and ears further down the hall and to the last bedroom where the door was somewhat cracked. You nosed at the door as quietly as you could, sensitive ears picking up the final heartbeat you’d been searching for. You knew immediately it was Alpha. He was sleeping alone.

Your ears dropped at the realization. None of them slept alone. There was always another nearby, never far from each other. You glanced back down the hallway to Jungkook’s room before back to the room you were peering into. The argument had been worse than you thought. The idea of you leaving looked better and better as you thought about it. With you removed from the picture, they would forgive Alpha and settle back into the routine they’d had before you had shown up, before Jungkook and Blond had taken pity on you that night.

But…what if they didn’t? You had to fix this somehow. You had to try. Not to mention that they seemed to have no idea that a hunter was so close to them. She could have seriously hurt one of them today if you hadn’t been there to expose her. Well, you’d more so exposed yourself, but that was beside the point!

Do I stay or do I leave? You owed the seven werewolves for taking you in, right? Right.

With a quiet grunt, you slipped the rest of the way into Alpha’s room. You couldn’t get in with the other six werewolves and it felt wrong to leave Alpha by himself.

There was little effort involved in jumping onto his bed, immediately pausing to eye the werewolf. He was asleep, although he looked sad and uncomfortable in his slumber. It broke your heart, really.

You were careful in approaching the sleeping werewolf before you promptly curled up on his chest. You were light and small enough to avoid any discomfort, and he didn’t seem to notice much of a difference.

Curling your tail around yourself, you watched him sleep until you finally succumbed to sleep yourself.

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The faintest scuff of a shoe makes your ears twitch, drawing you from your sleep momentarily. You flutter your eyes open, catching a blurry look at the still sleeping Alpha before you let them close again. It was probably one of the other six moving around, despite the fact it was still dark outside. How long had you been asleep? 

There it was again, closer this time. You lift your head in alarm, instincts screaming at you that something is wrong, wrong, wrong. Seconds later, something snatches you up from the scruff of your neck, and you let out a cry of alarm.

“Shit!” It’s a muffled curse as a hand clamps over your snout to muffle the sound, no doubt to avoid rousing the werewolf you’d just been sleeping on.

A snarl fills the silence of the room. Too late.

A groan of pain.

You can’t see what’s happening as you struggle in the vice-like grip, but you’re immediately freezing when you smell blood in the air.

Alpha.

You can hear his groan of pain, and coupled with that fact that he’s not absolutely tearing these men apart, you can only assume they’ve subdued him with silver. These are hunters. How did they get in without you smelling them? You don’t smell anything, and that terrifies you. How many more are in the house? What about the others?

Just as the thought crosses your mind, the six werewolves in question come stumbling through the door. The looks of horror and fear on their faces breaks your heart. Their appearance proves enough of a distraction for the four hunters in the room.

Two are dealing with Alpha, and your catch the familiar shape of a dagger plunged into the werewolf’s abdomen. The third hunter has turned towards the six new werewolves, raising the gun at his side to level at them. The fourth hunter, the one holding you, lets his grip shift ever so slightly. You seize the opportunity to fight harder, teeth snapping at his fingers and drawing blood.

Pfft! The noise comes from the third hunter, and you’re quite sure he’s shot off a round at the six. You don’t hear any exclamations of pain, but you do hear the snarl of a very pissed off wolf from that direction. 

“Fucking shifter,” The fourth curses, dropping you as he reaches for something on his belt.

You’ve shifted as soon as your paws hit the floor and you can tell you’ve probably about made him piss his pants. He wasn’t expecting the fox shifter to shift into a fucking wolf. 

Baring your much larger and potent teeth, you leap for his throat. Your weight manages to topple him over to the floor, head smacking the floor before you sink your teeth into his exposed throat. You hold tightly as he wheezes, and you only release and pull away when he stills beneath you.

A scream cuts off abruptly nearby, and you whip around to figure out what’s happening. Three hunters are still alive, two cornered by two werewolves while the other is advancing towards the doorway. You follow his line of sight, eyes widening at the sight of Happy and the three youngest lingering there. 

Happy is immediately pushing the three youngest back, despite Jungkook and Blue seeming more than willing to go toe-to-toe with the hunter. The hunter yanks a wicked looking dagger from his side, the blade glinting silver in the light from the hallway. 

You’re halfway across the room when the hunter seemingly senses the danger, turning his attention from the four to you. You jump at him, teeth sinking in his forearm as he raises it to protect himself. He yells in pain from your teeth and swipes the dagger at you. You feel the hot rush of pain to your belly and release him at the pain. It’s not a deep cut, but it hurts. Circling him to get a better angle, you leap away when he swipes at you before you pounce, teeth finding purchase on his shoulder and your weight making him stumble. 

You release his shoulder, growling as you lunge for his neck, but he stops you with a grunt. You’ve momentarily forgotten the dagger until it’s plunged into your rib cage. You yelp in pain, jerking backwards on instinct, giving him no time to wretch the dagger from you. Pushing the pain aside as much as you can, you lunge for his throat once more, catching him off guard. Your clamp your jaws around his throat, silencing the panic that bubbles in his throat.

Aside from the ragged breathing filling the room, it’s suddenly quiet.

You stumbled backwards, whimpering softly at the pain pulsing from your rib cage. You turn your head to look, catching sight of the end of the hilt that you can’t pull free. While it has no effect on you because you’re not a werewolf, it hurts. You couldn’t stay like this, besides, you have to help Alpha.

Shifting isn’t painful. It’s fluid, like water cascading over a cliff. You have to concentrate to shift from animal form to animal form most of the time, especially when it comes to unfamiliar forms you’ve never shifted into. Shifting into your human form is like a breath of fresh air. It feels odd at first, but you chalk it up to the fact that you haven’t been in your human skin for over half a year.

The hardwood beneath you feels foreign against your bare skin, although you feel the familiar material of your pajamas hanging loosely from your body; you had expected to be naked. Your clothes, a t-shirt and shorts, are dirty and bloody, and you’re surprised they survived the shift. Usually you ripped clothes when you shifted into larger forms. You can’t help but be thankful that you’re not naked in front of the six werewolves. Werewolves weren’t known for being bashful about nudity, but you weren’t quite comfortable with such things, not in front of them. Even with the scraps of clothing, you still feel naked. You were so used to having fur.

You take only a few seconds to gather your bearings before you’re stumbling to your feet and towards the bed where Alpha is. Your legs feel like jelly, unaccustomed to walking on two, and you practically fall onto the bed before you’re pulling yourself up and closer to Alpha. You continue to ignore the pain in your rib cage; you hadn’t removed the dagger yet.

“Al..pha,” Your voice is raw and hoarse, and you’re oblivious to the six werewolves closing in, only reminded of them when a crushing grip on your wrist stops you inches from the dagger sticking from Alpha’s abdomen. You gasp in alarm, raising your eyes to meet Grumpy’s. His eyes are glowing and his teeth are bared at you. “Please,” You flex your fingers in his hold, glancing down at Alpha before back to Grumpy. Can he even understand you?

It’s tense in the room before he seems to reluctantly release his grip. You don’t move immediately once he does so, watching him carefully before you finally lean forwards and curl your fingers around the hilt of the dagger. It pulls free with a sound that makes you almost wince, and you can’t toss it away from you fast enough. 

You back away along the bed as the six werewolves crowd close, their attention mostly on Alpha.

“Na bi?” You jump at the sound of Jungkook’s voice, shifting uncomfortably. You recognize the word, a word that he’s addressed you with the last couple weeks. You tentatively nod your head in conformation, although you’re not quite sure what he’s asking. 

“You’re hurt,” As soon as the words leave Blond’s lips, you’re reminded of the dagger in your side.

You reach a hand to clasp the hilt before jerking it free with a whimper, frowning at the jagged and curved blade covered in your blood. You blink several times at the lightheadedness and the fact that you sway in place for a moment.

You glance up at the werewolves watching you before your whole world tilts…

And goes black.

[holylulusworld]

Make her scream - Part 5 - Dean - Make you scream

Request: The reader doesn't make noises when having sex so it was a challenge to see who could make her well scream. The story I wanted it to be a poker game at the bunker with several people there. Of course being a Dean girl I want him to be the one to make her scream. People I wanted to come to the poker party is Reader, Jo, Bela, Meg, Jody, Donna, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gadreel, Benny and Adam {let Adam live with the boys}. I wanted Cas and Gadreel to overhear the ladies talking with their angel hearing and tell the guys. Not believing what they heard they make a bet or something to see who can make her scream. It can be a one shot or miniseries. Make Bela a good girl and Meg cured from being a demon. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Rowena, Jo Harvelle, Meg Masters, Bela Talbot

Warnings: eavesdropping, bets, voyeurism, fingering, smut, unprotected sex, fluff, comforting, tension, seducing a woman Dean Winchester style

Make her scream Masterlist

“Morning.” Waving at Dean you wonder as he doesn’t wear his usual sweatpants and a loose shirt. Instead, he wears tight blue jeans and a too-tight shirt, showing off his obscene upper arms.

Your teeth sink into your lower lip and you can’t help yourself but let your eyes wander to Dean’s ass. The jeans hang loose on his hips but his ass is on full display the moment he bends to fix his shoelaces.

“Holy…” Whimpering you need to hold back your hand from wander to Dean’s ass to slap it harshly.

You can’t see Dean’s smug grin or the way his eyes darken with every heavy pant leaving your chest.

“Do you want anything for breakfast, Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice tries to break through the fog around your mind. You only stare at his wide chest, letting your eyes travel down to his crotch and back up to his eyes.

His eyelashes are longer than yours and you gasp as his hand reaches out for you.

“Y/N? Sweetheart are you okay there? You look a bit…dunno…” Dean wets his lower lip, trapping it between pearl white teeth and you whine low in your throat.

Dean plays dirty so he steps closer, cupping your cheek to check on you. Close enough to let you smell his cologne Dean breathes against your forehead, placing a soft kiss to the skin.

“No fever, Y/N. Hmm…do you feel well?” His piercing green eyes search your face as you weakly press your hands against his body, feeling his firm chest underneath your fingertips.

“I…uh…dunno…a bit hot…” Humming Dean moves his hands up and down your arms as his lips press against your forehead once again.

“Hot you say. Maybe a shower will help?” The devil smirks and you whimper as he let go of you, taking the warmth of his hands on your body away.

“Don’t think a shower will help…” Muttering under your breath you watch Dean walk out of the kitchen, swaying his hips.

Whimpering once again you bite your index fingers as Dean removes his shirt to enter the showers. His broad shoulders on full display you imagine holding tight onto him while he drives wildly into you.

Knowing Dean is the only man not interested in you, you turn around to walk toward your room while you try to suppress the urge to touch yourself.

“So…you won so far…” Jo smirks, showing you the money once again. “How about we make things a bit more interesting…”

“Jo, all men had their chance, and none made me scream. I won’t fuck Crowley or little Jack.”

You are not in the mood for another meaningless fuck so you want to end the bet, but Dean walks out of the showers. Hair damp, only a towel hanging lose around his waist he smirks at you and Jo. Giving you a wink.

Pointing at Dean your friend smirks, seeing the way you bite your lower lip as Dean walks into his room.

“How about Dean?” Bela chuckles as she joins the conversation.

“Yeah…” Meg is all in, but you shrug, shaking your head. “Why not? Don’t you want a piece of Dean Winchester's ass too?”

“Meg…he’s not into me, ‘k. Dean would never see me that way, not at all. The reason I barely had dates was…” Trailing of you fall silent.

“Holy hell, sister! Are you into Dean for real?” Jo squeals, squeezing Meg’s upper arm. “We can still win the bet.”

“Stop right now, Jo. Dean is not into me and would for sure not want me…” Sighing you try to explain that Dean is the only man in the bunker not lusting after you.

“My dear, you accepted the bet. Now go in there and copulate with Dean.” Rowena insists as you roll your eyes dramatically.

“What shall I do? Go in there, push him onto his bed and force his cock into me? NOT GOING TO HAPPEN!” Angrily clenching your fists you remember the way Dean’s muscles flexed not half an hour ago.

“Dude…you got it bad for the cocky guy. Go and get him. Play dunk his dick…” Bela snorts, knowing Dean would kill anyone in the bunker to have a piece of you. “But don’t scream…”

“I hate you…all of you…”

Pursing your lips you want to avoid the unavoidable, but Crowley’s name leaves his mother's lips and you run toward Dean’s room for dear life.

“Fine. If he kicks me out of the bunker it’s your fault and one of you will take me home…”

Ripping Dean’s door open, you gasp seeing the tall hunter grabbing a pair of boxers, chuckling as you glance at his naked ass.

“Uh…Y/N? Do you need anything?” Smug grin all over his face Dean purrs the words and you slam his door shut, locking it. “Sweetheart?” Dean plays hard to get but you won’t have it.

All other guys pounced on you, got grabby and took what they wanted. Today is your day and you will take what you want.

“Yeah…you can help me by making me scream…” Smirking you slide your dress down your shoulders, stepping out of it you kick it aside before your bra drops to the floor.

Dean’s eyes darken and his cock twitches in interest as you stalk toward him, swaying your hips. Your lips are on Dean’s before he can react. You are shaking in anticipation as you dig your nails into his muscles, devouring his mouth.

“Fuck, Baby Girl.” Dean pants against your lips, walking you backward to cage you between the wall behind you and his body. “You sure…” Fingers sliding through your hair Dean searches your face.

“I’m sure…” Nervously chewing on your lower lip you feel Dean sliding your panties down your legs.

Your hands paw at his shoulders as you spread your legs to let the tall hunter slip one hand between your legs to toy with your little nub.

“You’re so wet for me, Baby…god…feels so good having you in my arms.”

Forgetting about the bet, Crowley and anything else Dean picks you up, he’s growling as you grab his cock to line him up with your entrance.

“Dean…”

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart, just let go…” Crying out you dig your nails into Dean’s shoulders, letting him bottom out as he splits you open. “I know…feels so good…”

Whimpering you look at Dean holding you safe in his arms. He’s capturing your lips in a soft kiss, distracting you from the slight burn.

“Move…fuck move, Dean…” Pressed against the wall you look at Dean working his cock into you. He’s determined to make you feel good so he slings one arm around your back and one large hand cups your ass before he starts moving faster.

Painfully close to your high you throw your head back, starting to whimper every time Dean slides into you. He’s watching your face contort, telling you the whole time how beautiful you are or how good it feels to have you in his arms.

“No one else can ever touch you again.” Possessiveness written all over his features Dean captures your lips in a messy kiss.

Between pants, thrusts and praising your name he tries to not take his eyes off you but the way you start squeezing him tightly let his eyes flutter shut.

The sight of Dean moaning your name lost in pleasure makes you cry out his name the moment you fall hard.

“Dean…oh…please…” He’s pressing his body against yours. A wall of muscles keeps you in place as he moves faster, fucking up into you in a maddening pace.

“I’ve got you…”

Holding your body with one strong arm he slips the hand from your butt between your legs to swipe one skilled thumb over your clit and you cry out, screaming Dean’s name and you don’t care someone squeals outside the room or you got the feeling you smell sulfur.

All you can do is falling apart in Dean’s arm and watch his features soften as he spills into you.

“Fucking shit…” Your lips nip at his soft pillows, causing Dean to groan against you. “I thought I need to walk around naked for you to notice me, Sweetheart.”

“I noticed you for years…” Whimpering as Dean pulls out you try to stand on wobbling legs but Dean picks you up, carefully placing you onto his bed.

“I’ll be right back with water and to clean you up. Won’t let you out of this room for the next days or like ever…” Dean smirks before he grabs his pants to run out of the room.

Crowley grins, while the other men stare holes into Dean’s skull.

“You won, Squirrel…” Cocking his head Dean laughs as you lean against the doorframe, waving at him with your index finger.

“Damn right, Crowley. I won the first prize. Keep the money and everything else, I only want her…”

“I hate him…” Sam curses.

“Same…” All men grumble in unison.

“Fair is fair, boys. Dean won. Let him enjoy his prize…” Rowena chuckles. “We can share the money Y/N lost as she screamed for Dean…”

While Dean throws you over his shoulder the others start talking about gambling, stupid bets, and money.

THE END...

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[jdmslut-red]

Story: In the Dark

Chapter: 4 out of ?

Pairings: Negan x OC (Negan and Lilith)

Characters: Lilith, Negan, Ghost, Mike, etc.

RATED M

Violence, mentions of rape, torture, swearing, erotica.

Chapter IV

"What do you think?" Lily asked him. 

Negan squinted his eyes down the street, observing the destruction and debris surrounding the cars. They had finally made it to the suburban streets. It was almost dusk and they were both exhausted from the long journey on foot. 

"I don't like it. This shit looks worse than a goddamn morning after Black Friday. We should keep moving." He said. 

Lily frowned. "We're losing light. Plus one of these stores is bound to have something. We need bandages Negan. And you're not gonna make it another day on the road. Don't think I haven't noticed how much pain you're in! Besides, it's just for tonight." She argued. 

"I'm fucking fine doll. We can look for supplies but we're not staying the night here. I don't fucking like it." 

"I don't either but what choice do we have Negan? It'll be fine it's just for one night. You need to take it easy." 

"Fine. But if we're staying we stay under my goddamn terms! I go in first and..." Negan growled. Lily was already marching forward to the nearest store with Ghost fast on her heel. 

"Jesus fucking Christ woman!" He jogged to catch up to her. "What did I just fucking say!?" 

She stopped him. "You're injured old man." She snickered at him, a pitiful attempt to distract him and bring some light in the matter. 

"Old man!?" He huffed. "Who the fuck are you calling old princess?" 

"Don't call me that." She frowned. "Just stay here with Ghost. I'll check it out, see if it's clear." 

"Abso-fucking-lutely not!" He grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving. She glared at him, leaving no room for an open discussion. "At least take the wolf." Negan sighed. 

"I've done this so many times I can do it blindfolded." She ripped her arm from his grip. "I get that you're used to being in charge, but like I said we're loosing daylight! You got a damn cut on your side and those stitches are just waiting to burst open! For once in your life just shut up and listen! You don't have to like it but you'll stay out here. If I need you I'll call for help. And Ghost is staying with you. You can barely stand!" 

Negan frowned. She was right. He was exhausted and the cut on his side was kicking the ever living shit out of him. He was surprised her poor stitching job was still holding. He hated being this fucking useless. He hated letting her do all the work. 

"At least take Ghost." He sighed in defeat. "Please?" 

Lily opened her mouth to argue but quickly shut it. She felt the slight pull in her chest looking into his pleading eyes. Ghost looked from his owner to Negan, making a barely audible rumbling sound as if to tell them make up your their minds already. Lily let out a long and dragged exhale. "Fine." She agreed with him. "Just... just be careful ok?" She took the Glock pistol from the holster strapped to her thigh. She took out the magazine counting the bullets. 

Five. Fucking five bullets. That's all they had left. She frowned before clicking the magazine back in place and pushing the lever back to click the gun forward in place. "Take this." She handed Negan the Glock. He looked down at the gun, he was about to argue again but quickly decided against it.    

"We need to find more bullets. Another gun would be nice too. You can't just walk around with a damn golf club and a puny knife." 

Negan almost laughed at the circumstances. Of course he didn't have any decent weapons. It was hard to find even a decent knife these days, let alone a gun or bullets. He nodded at her, tucking the handgun at the waistband of his jeans. 

"Stay safe. Be back in a jiffy." She told him before turning around and walking inside the store. "Ghost..." She quietly called her four legged companion to follow her. 

She rounded the entrance of the store, looking around for any movements. Ghost stood beside her, eyeing their surroundings. "I know it's been a while boy. But remember, just like we practiced. Move with me." She explained quietly to the wolf as if he understood her. She sighed before banging on the wall. 

She waited for any sounds or movements and when nothing submerged, she strolled forward. Her steps were calculated and quiet as she stepped around the store, looking for anything they could use. She stopped before a shelf, quietly rummaging through the items. Books, pens, smashed plastic cups and a lighter, nothing useful. Lily tested the lighter, when a small flame emerged she quickly pocked the lighter, they could always find lighter fuel somewhere. 

Before she could crouch down to search the shelves bellow she heard Ghost growling. She quickly stood up, gripping the handle of her sword strapped to her back with her left hand. "Ghost?" She she quietly called him. Nothing.

Shit! Lily quickly made her way to the back of the store. "Ghost?" She whispered, cautiously moving forward. The back of the store was completely pitch black. Lily was skillful enough to rely on her other senses but being in the dark with danger lurking around every corner always made her feel uneasy. She slowed down her steps when she heard the growling get louder. Slowly, she creeped and peered around the corner. Lily saw that her wolf had already taken out two walkers and was currently fighting off three more. 

She was quick on her feet, unsheathing her Japanese sword and decapitating the first walker before lunging her sword through the head of the second one. She kicked the third walker that was quickly approaching her. The walking corpse stumbled and fell backwards, allowing Ghost to finish the job. The wolf crushed the decaying skull with his powerful jaw, using his paw for leverage to pin the walker down. 

Lily looked around for any more walking dead, when the room was clear she breathed a breath of relief before walking to her four legged friend. "Are you ok boy?" She rubbed the wolf's torso, searching for any bites or wounds. "What did I tell you huh? I told you to stay close." She staggered in between breaths, the adrenaline still pumping through her. Lily's hand made it to Ghost's chest and neck and noticed his fur was wet and sticky there. 

Just dead one's blood. She told herself. Please let it be walker's blood. Her hands trembled, gripping Ghost's fur tightly. The wolf nudged her face with his nose before making a whining sound. Before she could worry about her pet any further, a loud crash was heard on the other side of the room followed by low growling and gargling sounds. 

"Fuck!" She gasped. Where the hell were they coming from?

Ghost quickly turned around, growling at the sounds in the darkness and ready to pounce. Before he could lunge forward however, Lily grabbed him. 

"No go get Negan!"

The wolf struggled against her grasp, fighting his way to lunge forward. More loud crashes were heard followed by gnarling sounds. 

"Ghost go!" She shoved the wolf hard with her leg, blocking him with her body. The wolf whimpered and hesitantly retreated. Before Lily could follow him she felt something grabbing her ankle, making her stumble and almost fall. She stumped on the thing that grabbed her a few times with her foot, crushing its skull. 

The other walkers were quickly approaching her in the dark, she didn't know how many there were but she knew she was surrounded. Lily rampaged, slicing, stabbing and kicking the things around her. Her sword sliced through them like butter. It wasn't difficult to pinpoint the decaying corpses trying to desperately make her their meal. She was fast to dodge out of the way every time one would grab at her clothing. 

After what seemed like forever, Lily stood still, struggling to catch her breath.  She held  her sword down at an angle, ready to slice upwards should anything come near her. She waited a few moments and listened for any more sounds. It seemed like an eternity. Finally, when she was sure nothing else was in the room with her, she sheathed her katana. Lily staggered and tripped over the dead bodies around her, making her way to the door. 

After struggling to walk through the pile of corpses, Lily finally made it out of the storage room and back to the store. She made it halfway through towards the exit when something grabbed her from behind. Lily yelped while gravity brought her down, sending her crashing backwards on the floor like a sack of potatoes. She grunted at the wave of pain that followed. The soaring pain at the back of her head and back was quickly forgotten as a large walker fell on top of her. The living dead corpse crawled its way up her body, snapping its teeth and growling at her. She raised her hand under the dead one's chin, keeping its mouth away from her while she struggle to get the knife strapped to her belt. 

The goddamn knife was stuck. She tried to wiggle her hips to untangle her knife from its sheath attached to her belt but it was to no avail. The walker was desperately thrashing on top of her, eager for its meal. She tried to push it off of her but it was no use, this was a fresh corpse. Some fat guy that died probably only a few days ago. 

There was a crunching sound behind the walker. The corpse immediately ceased its movements, collapsing on top of her. Before Lily could question what happened, the walker was quickly shoved away from her. 

"Jesus fuck!" Negan growled, bending down to help her up on her feet. "I told you! I fucking told let me go in but nooo! Fuck! Are you bit did it fucking get you!?" Negan frantically palmed his way up and down her body. 

"I don't think so. I'm ok." She gasped. 

Negan growled, gripping her arm tightly and dragging her outside. In the light, he searched her body for any bite marks or scratches. 

"Thank fuck..." He breathed, dropping his head to the ground in relief while he still firmly gripped both of her arms. "You're lucky Ghost came to get me! The fucking wolf is smarter than you it seems. Fuck!" 

"Where is he?" Lily looked over his shoulder, frantically looking around for the animal. "Negan what happened? Where..." Before she could finish her sentence she a heard a bark from the other side of the street, Ghost came running to them.

She stepped away from Negan to crouch down with opened arms. Ghost leaped to her, bringing her down with his weight. She laughed as he franticly licked her face. "Im ok." She giggled. "Good boy. I'm ok." She said between giggles. 

Negan's mouth twitched to a slight smile seeing the cute display before him. He was angry however. Angry at her and himself. He should have never let her go in the store alone... he should have never went across the street. Fuck!

Once Ghost calmed down and let Lily sit up, she searched his body for any wounds. Sighing loudly when she didn't find any. It was just walker's blood she felt before. She felt the overwhelming feeling to cry. Ghost was ok, Negan was ok. They were all ok.

[crazy-little-cool-cat]

Hand in Glove - Chapter 21 | Ben Hardy x OFC

A/N: I know y’all probs forgot about this, but I haven’t. Life has just been kicking my ASS relentlessly, but I decided to kick its’ ass back and here we fucking are. Took me about 4 months to finish, but it is what is it. Also, I am a bottle of wine and a half down and not sure how this is going to end up, but let’s pray to the gods that Tumblr ain’t gonna fuck shit up. Dropping mic now. 

Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3,  Chapter 4,  Chapter 5,  Chapter 6,  Chapter 7,  Chapter 8,  Chapter 9,  Chapter 10,  Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , Chapter 16 , Chapter 17 , Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 , Chapter 20 

Word Count: ~fucktonK. Don’t judge me. 

Warnings: the usual? idk. Ben gets quite frisky, I’ll tell you that much. Also not sure how much of this was beta’d or proofread so fucking forgive me father if I have sinned.

The shrill sound of the alarm and Ben's low, gravelly swearing snapped Annie back to reality. Her eyes fluttered open in the soft light of dawn. She fumbled for her phone on the nightstand to shut the alarm off and look through her notifications. Ben stirred behind her, snuggling as close to her as he possibly could.

"Mornin'..." he murmured and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, Benny." Annie smiled when he pulled her in and engulfed her in his embrace. "It's too early."

"Frankie needs a walk." Ben yawned. "And you need breakfast."

"I can do both of those on my own."

"You can," Ben nipped at the curve of her neck, "but I won't let you."

The bedroom door edged open, revealing the tip of a snout poking through. A soft whine alerted Ben and Annie that Frankie had heard the two "magic words" Ben had just said - "Frankie" and "Walk" - and was making her presence known. Ben clicked his tongue three times and Frankie came scrambling onto the bed, her entire body swinging from side to side as her tail wagged. She dove right in to Annie's face, licking and whimpering excitedly.

"Oh God!" Annie shook her head from side to side, trying to escape the assault. Frankie had other plans. With a paw on Annie's shoulder, she tugged at her until she was flat on her back and climbed onto Annie's chest, pinning her down. "No! Stop!"

"Franks, I was actually hoping to be the one to give mum a morning snog..." he grabbed the dog and kissed her nose, earning a few licks for himself. "Aw."

Annie seized the opportunity to sit up and stretch her arms high over her head. She slouched down with a slow exhale and gave Frankie a rub behind her ears. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Ben's Suitcase and duffel bag. She sighed and stood up, scratching her cheek as she marched over to the ensuite bathroom and flicked the light on.

"All done packing?" She asked as she examined her sleepy form in the mirror.

"Mhm." Ben shuffled behind her, pulling his sweats up over his hips. "I know, I'm a freak for doing it a week ahead of time."

"You're a freak for a whole myriad of reasons, Mr. Jones." Annie rolled her eyes and chuckled as she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and then turned to Ben, who waited patiently with his toothbrush in his outstretched hand, nonverbally asking her to please put some toothpaste on his brush, too. "So you're that desperate to leave, huh?"

"On the contrary, my love." He winked at her and squeezed her bum before brushing his teeth.

Annie shook her head with a smile and leaned into his arm, resting her head against it. When they both felt their mouths were foamy enough, they took turns rinsing. Ben decided to finish this morning's ritual with a searing kiss.

"I plan on spending every waking moment that I have left with my girls." He mumbled against her lips before pulling away and walking to the toilet. Lifting the toilet seat up, he pulled his sweats down to his thighs.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You're taking a piss when I'm right here?"

"Love, I've watched you give birth." Ben smirked. "Peeing is not half as nasty as that."

"Do you want me to watch you pee, Benny?" Annie smirked back, crossing her arms tauntingly. "Is that a sex thing?"

"Want you to?" Ben pretended to mull it over. "Nah. But if you want to hold it for me..."

"Freak." Annie scoffed and walked out of the bathroom.

"So no?" He called after her.

###

If there’s one thing Annie hated, it was not knowing where time went. One minute she’s shoveling eggs in her mouth in a hurry to leave for work, the next she’s got a baby attached to her boob again and it’s night outside. Annie walked into the bedroom, groggily rubbing her eyes after feeding Rory in the middle of the night. A full moon illuminated Ben, laying sprawled across her side of the bed.

"You stole my spot!" Annie huffed and collapsed onto Ben's side of the mattress.

Ben's arms quickly snaked around Annie and pulled her to him, squeezing her as close as he could to his body. He tucked her head under his chin and mumbled incoherently, wrapping a leg around her as well. Locking her in.

"Ben, I need air!" Annie squeaked against his chest and tickled his sides in a futile attempt to make him move.

"Shh." Ben pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "S'night time. No talking. Just sleeping."

"But oxygen!"

"No," Ben grunted and rolled over, right on top of Annie, careful not to put all of his weight on her. "Imma Human blanket now."

"Hey!" Annie flailed under him before giving up and relaxing, letting his body squish her into the soft bed. "Fine."

"Good girl."

###

Ben sat with Rory on his lap, both looking at the phone with goofy smiles on their faces. He'd just gotten the notification that Annie's series had posted a new story to the Instagram page, followed by a text message that simply said "show Rory".

The story was a boomerang of Annie in full costume, blowing a kiss at the camera lens. The next story was another boomerang, this time of Annie doing 'finger guns' and winking at the camera with her lopsided grin. Rory tried to grab the phone out of Ben's hands, babbling happily.

"So much for daddy-daughter time..." Ben murmured against Rory's soft tufts of blonde curly hair.

While he'd usually spend his day with Rory on Annie's set or with his mates, Ben decided that he needed some alone time with his baby. His departure was mere days away. Although on the outside he was his usual self, internally, he wasn't handling this too well. He knew Annie could sense that and he appreciated her efforts in trying to play it down and pretend everything's alright.

With a sigh, Ben turned the screen off and chucked his phone aside, much to Rory's dismay. She tried to crawl off his lap in pursuit of the device, but was captured and tickled by her father. Ben gently tossed Rory in the air, smacking a kiss to her cheek every time he caught her.

"You know what?" He cooed at Rory, who clawed at his face with her fingers. "We're going on an adventure! You wanna go see uncle Joey and uncle Gwil?"

At the mention of Joe and Gwil's name, Rory squealed. It was so high pitched, Ben couldn't help but blink in awe.

"Did Roger teach you how to do that?"

###

"How are you holding up?"

"I'm absolutely devastated." Joe lamented. "The mere fact that we only have a few days left is just -"

"I was asking Ben." Gwil rolled his eyes, interrupting Joe's rant.

"I'm fine." Ben shrugged and took a sip from his beer. Rory and Frankie played on the floor at Gwil's flat. "Gwil you have to duck, okay? You'll ruin the fort."

"Who's idea was this, again?" Gwil groaned, adjusting the corner of yet another blanket he managed to mess up. "Also, why are we in the fort?"

"If you're going to be grouchy, you can leave the fort, Mr. Lee." Joe stuck his tongue out at the tall man. "No grouchy people allowed."

"I'm not grouchy." Gwil retorted. "Plus, this is my flat, meaning that this is my fort, so I make the rules."

"You do realize that Rory is the actual baby here, yeah?" Ben raised an eyebrow.

###

"How are you feeling?" Mike asked between bites of ravioli during lunch break. "Jonesy all packed?"

"Mhm." Annie sighed and pushed the food around on her plate. "Got his passport extended today, too. Took Rory with him."

"Seriously?" Clara snorted. "He's taking her everywhere?"

"Yep."

"It's sickening." Jamie chimed in. "It's like they're siamese twins."

"Aw," Mikey drawled. "Bet he's gonna miss her terribly!"

"Do you think she'll even notice?" Jamie mused. "She's, what, five months old now? She just figured out she's got hands. She'll be fine."

"She loves her daddy." Annie poked Jamie in his side. "She figured her hands out two months ago, you knob."

"Could've fooled me," Jamie muttered.

"Don't be ridiculous, James." Mike pointed at his co-star with his fork. "She's going to daycare, she'll only see her mama in the early mornings and evenings. She'll notice there's an entire human missing."

"She'll have her uncles and aunties to keep her distracted." Clara winked. "Lucy and I already planned a whole Girls' Day."

"Um?"

"What?" Clara blinked innocently at her best friend.

"Why wasn't I invited?"

"Because you have more work than I do." Clara shrugged. "Gonna do it on my day off, Banana."

"Well, it's just you, Rory and Lucy, then?"

"Well," Clara looked at her plate sheepishly. "And Joe. And Rami. And Gwilym."

"What the actual fuck, huh?" Annie threw her fork down and huffed.

"Hey, you'll get to hang out with these two delicious chunks of mankind all day!" Clara smirked.

"Clearly, the superior chunks of mankind, mind you..." Jamie added, tongue-in-cheek. "We haven't had "us" time in forever, Banana."

"Don't you Banana me!" Annie hissed and turned to look at Jamie. He flashed her his best puppy dog eyes. "Oh, not the face."

"What face?" He feigned innocence.

"You know what face. Don't do the face."

"What," Mikey sighed, mimicking  Jamie's expression. "Don't you want to hang out with your own brother and husband?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

###

The next day was an entire mess. It started off well enough for everyone involved, really. It’s during the afternoon when things took a really, really bad turn. Ben tried to contain himself while Rory was napping, but his mind was racing. It was a chill day with "the band", as they now liked to refer to themselves.

None of them gave a second thought to the familiar sound of a notification rang through the living room. Then, it was dead silent for what felt like an eternity.

"Well, then!" Rami was the first one to break the silence, turning his screen off and tossing his phone on the coffee table. "Anyone see any good shows lately?"

"Ben? Buddy?" Joe shook Ben by the shoulder. "Dude, you haven't blinked in an hour."

Ben stared into space, his thoughts running wild. It was just a silly, candid, behind-the-scenes picture. Nothing more. However, he couldn't help the bubbling rage. There she was. His girlfriend, snuggled up to her ex-boyfriend turned reconciled-best friend. Her head resting on his chest, tucked under Jamie's chin. Her arm flung around his waist, his arms holding her close. One hand laced through her long hair. They looked so peaceful.

Ben knew how hard they worked. How tired Annie was all the time. How early she got up and how late she came home, trying to get as much work done while Ben was still around to be with Rory. He'd visit the set often, only to find her catching a snooze in her trailer. Stifling yawns between takes.

Yet he couldn't help but feel jealous. There was something beautiful and serene about the picture, especially when both Annie and Jamie were in full costume. The caption was what got to him most - "marital bliss".

"Mate, it's a picture." Gwilym brought Ben back to earth, cutting off his train of thought. "God knows, Clara had her pictures taken snuggled up to just about anything and anyone."

"Marital bliss?!" Ben sneered. "Marital fucking bliss?!"

"They're in costume!" Gwil retorted. "Those aren't Jamie and Annie. Those are Henry and Anne."

"That's Annie." Ben pointed at the screen. "That's how we always fall asleep."

"You're reading too much into this." Rami quipped. "Jamie isn't a threat to you."

"I'm going to be a continent away, while this arse is just lurking around..."

"He's engaged." Rami reminded him.

"It’s a bloody farce of a PR stunt and you know it just as well as I do. It's a sham."

"Why are you so riled up?" Rami's eyes squinted in confusion. "It's a stupid picture. They look pretty in it. End of story."

###

When Annie arrived later that night, Rory was fast asleep and Ben was losing his mind - slamming drawers and cupboards shut in the kitchen, cursing under his breath. He didn't even hear Annie come in.

Annie got a heads-up from Joe earlier that evening, letting her know that Ben had seen the Instagram picture. "He's definitely, 100%, not okay. Brace yourself."

"You alright?"

Ben's eyes shot up and looked at her. He wasn't just angry - he was positively fuming. Annie squared her shoulders, prepared for impact.

"I'm going out for a run." Ben muttered and walked right past her.

Annie followed him to the door, her arms crossed. Her brows knotted, she tried to figure out what to say. It was almost midnight. Ben never pulled an "Annie" before. He never walked out on an argument.

Before Annie could form a coherent sentence, Ben was out the door. She heard him stomping down the walkway, opening the gate. A shrill ringing startled her - he left his phone behind.

Annie took a deep breath and climbed up the stairs to check on Rory. After rubbing Rory's back gently and tucking her in, Annie went about tidying up. She picked up toys - baby's and dog's - and random articles of clothing. She straightened the sheets, organized the mail, stacked the coasters neatly. Anxiously waiting to hear the front door open again.

When it did, Ben walked right up the stairs without giving Annie an acknowledging nod of his head. She was prepared for an onslaught of accusations, but none came. Feeling perplexed, she absently followed him, wishing her stalking presence was enough to make him turn around to look at her.

It wasn’t. Taking his sweaty clothes off, he tossed them in the hamper and went in the shower, leaving the door open. Ignoring Annie's existence all together. Her guilt - not that she really knew why she should feel guilty - was quickly replaced with seething anger.

She stomped into the bathroom, stopping right in front of the glass shower doors. She glared at Ben, her hands on her hips. He started whistling and turned his back to her as he washed himself, suds forming on his skin. This wasn't just a cold shoulder. This was a butt-naked, frigid silent treatment.

"Are you joking?" Her voice bounced off the tiles. "Is this a bloody joke?"

"Had a good nap?" Ben snarled, still not facing her. "Looked refreshing."

"It was, actually." Annie raised a challenging eyebrow. "Woke up feeling recharged."

"Oh, yeah?" Ben turned the water off shook his hair. "Glad to hear."

"You're unbelievable." Annie scoffed as Ben reached for his towel and wrapped it around his hips. "How dare you?"

"How dare I?" Ben's eyebrows were so far up, they almost merged with his hairline. "I'm not the one snuggling my ex!"

"I also snuggled Clara!" Annie hissed. "Let me know when your little hissy fit is over, okay, love?"

"Fuck you, Annabelle." Ben loomed over her, his green eyes boring holes into her very soul. "This isn't a hissy fit."

"What is it, then?"

"I'm leaving, Annie. Leaving. In two days." Ben pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "For months."

"I'm aware." Annie said through gritted teeth. "You're also coming back."

"Will I have something to come back to?" Ben opened his eyes. "You've already replaced me as your sleep-aid..."

"Have you gone absolutely bonkers, Ben Jones?" Annie barked out a laugh. "What are you on about?"

"I'm fucking scared, alright?" Ben hissed.

"Of what?!"

"You!"

"Me?" Annie's eyes were wide. "You're scared of me?"

"Annie, I'll be gone. You'll be fair game."

"I'm not some deer you can hunt!"

"I won't be here to protect -"

"Protect me?" Annie laughed, cutting him off. "From what? The Big Bad Wolf? Jamie?"

"Well, thanks for mocking me." Ben brushed past her, bumping his shoulder with her. "Real mature."

"Ben, you're throwing a fit over nothing!" Annie followed close behind him. Ben unwrapped the towel from his hips and dried off his torso. "I'm not mocking you!"

"We've been going through every aspect of me leaving." Ben chucked the towel to the floor. "What to do with Rory, what to do with Franks, when I'll be back for a visit..."

"I know." Annie sat down on the bed. "We've got this. We're prepared."

"Every aspect except our own bloody relationship. And all this time, you've been so calm about this!" Ben grabbed his head as he sat down next to her. "You've gone on a few benders, yeah, but even then - you were so calm."

"What?"

"Annie, I'm going crazy over this. I'm devastated. Freaking out. I don't want to leave." Ben laid back. "And you? You're acting like everything's fine. Having cuddles with your ex. Looking like…” Ben sighed and balled his hands into fists. “Do you even care that I'm going away?"

Annie took a shaky breath and shook her head, running a hand through her hair.

"You'll have Joe, Gwil, Rami, Clara, Lucy, Mike..." Ben rubbed at his eyes. "Jamie. I'll have no one."

"You know they'll leave for the press tour soon."

"Yes, which I'll miss out on." Ben chuckled bitterly. "You'll still have your own mates with you."

"You'll make new friends."

"I bloody know I’ll make new bloody friends, Annie, It’s not that!" Ben scoffed and mumbled incoherently under his breath. "See? This is what I'm talking about!"

"Huh?"

"It's like you're not even sad about it all!" Ben waved his hands about as he spoke. "You're out there, snuggling your cast-mates, working for hours on end, living your best life -"

"You think I'm not sad about this?" Annie spoke through gritted teeth. "Really?"

"Well, are you?"

"Of course I am!" Annie climbed onto his lap and straddled him. "Ben, are you having a psychotic break right now?"

"You're so cheery and positive and -"

"Because I didn't want to upset you!" Annie smacked his chest. "You blithering idiot!"

"Really?" Ben's voice oozed snark. "Seems like it backfired, no?"

"You're an arse." Annie smacked him again. "You're an idiot and an arse! Who on earth leaves his wi-" Annie huffed just as the word slipped her lips "-girlfriend alone with a baby for months?"

"Annie, stop hitting me!"

"No!" Annie punched him in the arm. "You wanted to see me upset? I'm fucking upset!"

"Annie!" Ben grabbed Annie's wrists and pulled her to him. She braced herself on her haunches to avoid head-butting him. "Stop. It."

"Do you honestly think I'd replace you?" the hurt in Annie's voice was evident. "Do you really think I'd go fuck someone else while you're gone? Jamie, of all people?”

She stared into his eyes, waiting for his answer, but there was none. Annie nodded and started to pull herself up, only to have Ben's grasp on her wrists tighten. She bit the inside of her cheek and tried to pull away again. Ben restrained her, not taking his eyes off hers.

"Ben, let go." Annie's voice was low as she tried to shake her hands free. She stared down at Ben's hands holding her wrists.

"Look at me." Ben squeezed her wrists tighter. "Look. At. Me."

Annie fixed her eyes on him. His usually bright green eyes were clouded and darker, a mixture of sadness, anger and need. He bit his bottom lip as he lowered his gaze onto their hands. All of his sadness, all of his tension had finally reached a boiling point. A crimson flush crept up from his chest to his neck, his muscles clenching with ever jerk of Annie's escape attempts.

"Let go of me. Ben, I’m deadly serious. I hate you right now." Annie hissed, still tense under his grasp. Ben snarled at her choice of words. Annie noticed it and pouted tauntingly. "What, did that hit a nerve? Is that all I needed to say to get a reaction?"

"Shut up."

"Oh, poor Benny. Did I hurt your feelings?" Annie's voice lilted condescendingly. A vicious glint danced in her eyes. "Did you really think you could call me a cheater," Annie's voice was so sweet as she said that, "that you could call me a slag?"

"I never called you any of these."

"You didn't have to." Annie chuckled. "It was heavily implied. Especially when you didn’t even answer my bloody question.” Annie smirked bitterly, tongue in cheek. “So right now? I. Hate. You."

Ben felt as if his entire body is on fire under her. Pins and needles raked through his body, a tingle rushing over his naked skin as they stared each other down.

"Who in their right mind," Annie tilted her head to the side, "leaves their girlfriend and 5-month-old baby for three months and then has the balls to be paranoid about her moving the fuck on without him? Hm?"

Ben clenched her wrists tighter, his upper lip curling up.

"I know who," Annie murmured. "The same guy who'll fail to appreciate his girlfriend's efforts to keep morale high, even though she's hurting. The same guy who's so afraid she'll cheat on him when he's gone, for no fucking reason, other than his own fragile ego, it seems."

"Watch it."

"No, fuck you. Fuck being careful." Annie retorted. "What will it take for you to stop being an undercover jealous prick? Huh? What, do you actually need to mark me as your territory?"

Ben's cock involuntarily twitched at the thought, grazing the crotch of Annie's leggings. Making their eyes lock on each other again. Sending a flurry of butterflies loose in both of their bellies.

"Oh, you can't be serious." Annie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Unbelievable."

Ben licked his lips and made his move. Now that Annie was distracted, he used his body weight to roll them over and pin her down to the bed under him. His green eyes burned with raw need.

"Shut. Up." He grunted as she tried to wriggle her way out from under him while he held both of her wrists in one hand, up over her head. "Stop it."

Annie's breath hitched when Ben ground his hips into hers, his erection rubbing her inner thighs. He kissed her searingly and growled when she moved her head, pulling her lips away.

"Did I say you can move?" He whispered, his grip tightening on her wrists as his hand worked its' way to her legs. He kissed her again, physically taking her breath away, pushing her leggings down. She pulled back, gasping.  "Do. Not. Move."

"Air!" was all Annie could whine before his lips crashed onto hers again, muffling her moans.

"Do I need to punish you?" He whispered against her lips, his free hand snaking under her t-shirt. "Don't move. Be quiet. Don't want to wake the baby, now, do we?"

Annie shook her head slightly, looking up at Ben with big, doe eyes.

"Good girl." Ben cooed and nuzzled the crook of Annie's neck before pulling her shirt over her head, bunching it on her arms. "Do you hate me, still?"

"Mhm." Annie smirked.

"Guess I'll have to change your mind, then." Ben ground his hips down again.

###

After waking up all alone in their bed in the wee hours of the morning, Annie's sock-clad feet padded softly on the hardwood floor as she shuffled to the living room. She paused at the doorway, looking at the back of Ben's head. The soft, colorful light from the TV illuminated him like a halo. His head propped up on his closed fist, his arms on the back of the sofa.

Sensing her presence, Ben glanced over his shoulder and nodded his head, beckoning Annie to come to him. Smiling, she closed the distance between them and curled up on the soft cushions next to her boyfriend. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her onto his lap before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Baby monitor?" He mumbled against her hair and smiled when Annie reached in her hoodie's pocket and pulled it out. "Did she give you a hard time?"

"My arms are dead."

"She wouldn't let you put her down, then?"

"Does she ever?"

"Solid point."

"What are we watching?" Annie blinked at the bright screen in front of them and groaned when her face appeared on the screen. "Oh, no."

"I have a lot to catch up on, okay?" Ben tickled her sides as she buried her face in his chest. "I'm not sure I'll have time to binge on this while in Arizona, you know."

"Why do you need to binge on this at all?" Annie's muffled voice whined.

"Because." Ben shrugged.

"Right, then." Annie leaned back and grasped at the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt. "You won't mind me binge-watching East Enders, then?"

"You do what you gotta do." Ben sighed and leaned forward.

He grabbed his cup of tea off the coffee table and took a long sip. Annie's gaze followed his every move.

"Ben?" Annie tilted her head as she bit her bottom lip.

"Yeah, love?"

Annie caressed his cheeks as a million thoughts stormed in her mind. A sad smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

###

For the life of him, Ben couldn’t figure out how on earth it was night again. It seemed like everything was moving on double speed, nonstop. Exhausted, he laid sprawled on the bed like a starfish, with Frankie gently nibbling at his toes. One arm draped lazily over his eyes, the other tucked into his sweatpants waistband ever so slightly. The TV was on but on a low volume. Background noise.

He felt Annie's presence while his eyes were still closed, lurking at the doorway. He opened his eyes just a crack, enough to catch a quick glance of her face, and could feel his how his heart is breaking just from her expression alone.

"Don't give me that look."

Annie blinked and shook her head lightly as if her mind was an etch-a-sketch and she could just erase whatever thoughts popped up so Ben wouldn't see what they were. Considering that this very night would be Ben's last night at home, they both walked on eggshells, high on the tips of their toes.

"What look?" Annie asked sweetly and walked over to the bed. Ben stretched out his arms, inviting her in for a cuddle. "I wasn't giving you a look."

"Must've been imagining, then..." Ben mumbled with a sigh. He raked his fingers through her hair lazily, enjoying the warmth her body radiated. "Banana?"

"Hmm?" Annie purred and snuggled up as close as she could.

"I'm sad."

"I know." Annie propped herself up on one arm. “I’m sad too.”

“I need to you promise me something.”

“Ben, for the last time, I’m not going to cheat on you with Jamie!” Annie poked his side. “I swear, I’ll only cheat on you with Joe.”

“That’s not what I was going to say and you would never!” Ben grabbed her wrist gently. “Promise me you’ll always text me good night and good morning if you can’t call.”

“I promise.” Annie smiled.

###

“You know what?” Ben stopped in his tracks on his way to queue for his flight check-in, “I think I’ll stay.”

“The hell you are, Ben!” Annie moved Rory over to her other hip. “She needs toys! And  food! And diapers!”

“But Arizona is so bloody far!”

“Jesus Christ, not this again.” Gwilym chimed in and handed a bottle of Coca Cola to Ben. “Be a big boy, now, Benny.”

“God, I’ll miss you.” Ben sighed, his eyes closed.

“I’ll miss you too, babe.” Gwil replied instead of Annie.

“Do you two lovebirds need a minute alone?” Annie snorted. “I’ll miss you too, Ben.”

“And I’ll miss you the most!” Ben cooed and grabbed his baby, kissing every exposed inch of her skin.

“Thanks, love.” Annie sipped from his Coke. “I really appreciate that.”

“Ben, you’ll miss your flight, mate.” Gwil scratched his head as he looked at the huge departures sign. “You better hustle.”

“I’m staying.”

“Go!” Both Gwilym and Annie barked at him.

“I love you.” Ben murmured, his lips pressed to Rory’s cheek. “Take care of mum, yeah? Be a good girl?”

“Are you -” Gwilym tilted Annie’s head up to get a better look, “are you crying?!”

“Shut up!”

“Oh, fuck.” Ben’s eyes locked in on Annie’s face, prompting a wave of tears from his own eyes. “We said no tears!”

“Stop it, Ben!” Annie pawed at her cheeks to wipe off her tears. “No crying!”

“Goddamnit!” Ben hissed and shrugged one shoulder, wiping his tears on his hoodie. “Alright. Alright. No crying.”

“I think this is the perfect moment to separate the two of you.” Gwilym said, taking Rory from Ben’s arms and bouncing her on his hip. “Come on, children. Just like we practised.”

Annie leaped up and wrapped her arms and her legs around Ben, holding on for dear life. They kissed, one last time, their tears mixing together. Ben squeezed his girlfriend as close to him as he could and inhaled her scent as he pressed a thousand kisses all over her face.

“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” He whispered in Annie’s ear. “I love you.”

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