#surely a gun down the back of your pants isn’t a good plan

[blueicequeen19]

A Million Reasons

Warnings: theft, coercion, non-con/dub-con, overstimulation, forced orgasms, face fucking, anal play, oral, creampie, the works..

I couldn’t contain my smile as I plopped down in my new comfy chair in my new shiny apartment that I drove to in my new fancy car. It didn’t matter how I’d come into the money. What mattered is I wouldn’t be waiting tables at the fucking country club anymore, serving arrogant Kooks over priced alcohol and barely making shit from tips. This was all mine now. Paid off and no one could take it from me.

I had a five year plan now and nothing was going to stop me. I was going to go full Kook and make every one of those dumb motherfuckers look me in the eye when they realized I had more money than they did. They would respect me one way or another.

I grinned as I logged onto my new computer to pull up my accounts when suddenly there was a knock on my door that startled me so bad I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was almost midnight. Who would be here? I slowly got up and made my way to the door, my gun already laying on the table. I checked the peep hole but the person - a guy - had his head down.

What the fuck? I unlocked the door and it was suddenly shoved open, knocking me back on my ass before I could snatch my gun off the end table. I moved to jump back up to my feet when I realized who was in my apartment and smiling at me.

“Hi doll, how’s the new place?” He smirked, dropping a duffle bag onto the floor and not taking his eyes off me as he locked the door back. I was too stunned to speak, let alone move. My eyes moved to the gun but he snatched it up, tucking it in the back of his fucking khakis.

“This is a nice place. You did good? What did this put you back?” His blue eyes take in everything as he side steps me and ventures deeper into my apartment. I eye the door but I can’t run. He’s here because he knows what I did. I slowly rise to my feet, hating that I’m in a pair of booty shorts and oversized shirt as I turn to face him.

“I like the car too. That had to be at least fifty grand. And I’m sure this place is well over two grand a month unless you bought the place out right. I guess I could rent it out and flip the profits if I don’t decide to stay here.” He rambles on, tilting his head back to look at the vaulted ceiling.

“What do you want?” I finally find the strength to speak, my heart in my throat as his bright eyes level on me again.

“That’s the million dollar question, isn’t it? What do you have that could be even remotely worth me keeping silent and not turning your ass in?” His voice hardens, that playful look long gone.

I bite my lip, my nails biting into my palms as I fight to remain calm. There was no use lying.

“How did you know it was me?”

“That stole my card information and hacked over a million dollars like it was chump change?!” I back up, his voice growing louder as he moves towards me, that look in his eyes becoming more sinister by the second, the ruse finally fading.

“It was easy. I just followed the scent of someone with new money. Someone not being cautious of their spending and paying with big items in cash.” He lunges with a growl, cutting off my scream as his hand wraps around my throat. I fight and he knocks us both onto the couch, pinning me beneath his weight. I lash out with my nails, clawing his cheek and he snarls, shifting his weight more onto my chest so I struggle to breathe. I fight harder when I feel the bulge in his pants. The sick fuck was hard.

“You feel that? Who knew I could get so hard from someone not fawning over me?” He taunts, leaning down to press his lips to my cheek.

“Girls are always tripping over one another just for a chance to suck my dick but not you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” I wheeze, tilting my face away when he leans in too close. It’s like a bucket of cold water being dumped on me when he throws his head back and laughs.

“Oh, wow, you’re funny. I’m going to have so much fun with you in MY new apartment.” He shimmies down my body, pinning me with weight and keeping his mouth dangerously close to my own.

“You can have it back. You can have it all back. I don’t care.” I bite out, slipping my hand out from under his weight in an attempt to slap him but he catches it and pins both my wrists above my head.

“We’re way fucking past that. Now I’m looking for payment.” His eyes rake over my body as his free hand comes up to tease my nipple through my shirt, making it harden.

“Stop—.”

“I don’t even know where I’d start. You’re fucking exquisite.” He chuckles, burying his face in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. I whimper, his free hand still playing with my nipple. I needed to get the upper hand. I needed him to think I was defeated.

“Ugh, fine fuck me. Fuck me and get out. Punish me, do whatever you need to do then leave.” I snap, hating the way my body heats as he sucks on the skin of my neck.

“Whatever I need to do, hmm?” A hum leaves his lips before he bites me and I cry out, my thighs squeezing together as my core tightens.

Suddenly, he’s off me and sitting on the opposite end of the couch. He’s no longer crushing me under his weight yet I still can’t catch my breath.

“Strip. Show me what I paid for.” He throws an arm over the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide and looking every bit the entitled Kook he is.

“You didn’t pay for—.”

“Strip. Now.” His harsh words have me jumping to my feet on shaky limbs and quickly yanking my shirt over my head, the cold air hardening my nipples into painful points. My skin flushes under his intense blue gaze as he eyes me like a prize. Like he’s never seen a topless woman before.

“Not too bad. A solid handful. I can live with that.” He says, like he’s buying me from a grocery store. I grit my teeth, moving to cover myself but he gives a single shake of his head.

“Don’t you dare cover up. Remove the rest.” I try to look anywhere but the prominent erection in his pants or his hungry gaze as I slide my sleep shorts and panties down in one go. I kick them away but not before he sees the wet spot my traitorous pussy left in my panties.

“Fuck you.” I growl as his smirk grows and he palms his dick through his pants.

“No, baby girl, fuck you. Spin for me. Show me that ass.” I turn away quickly at the sound of his belt being unbuckled, my skin covered in goosebumps. I was so cold but hot at the same time. My clit was throbbing painfully and I hated it.

When I face him again, he’s still wearing that smug smirk but with his pants hanging open and his dick still safely tucked away.

“I could tie you up and just play with you for fucking hours.” He practically moans, his eyes washing over me like a warm caress. God, I hated this. I was painfully turned on and humiliated at the same time.

“Would you just—.”

“Lay down on the couch and spread your legs. If you kick me, I’ll tie your legs to your chest with my fucking belt.” Part of me wants to kick him just so he can make good on his threat but I refuse to give him the satisfaction as I lower myself onto the opposite end of the couch.

I barely get my legs spread and he’s moving between them on his stomach, his hands hot on my skin as he spreads my pussy lips wide.

“Mmm, nothing like the smell of desperation.” His eyes light up with mischief and I debate actually kicking him until his tongue suddenly swipes up my slit and my brain turns to mush.

“Fuckkkkk.” He growls against flesh, his hands tightening on my inner thighs as he tastes me again.

“Oh—fuck—.” I’m trembling uncontrollably, my body on fire and no longer under my control. He keeps cursing and mumbling praises but I can barely hear him as he feasts on me like he’ll die if he doesn’t. When he sucks my clit into his mouth and curls a single finger inside me, my back bows and I see stars. My orgasm is on the tips of my toes but he stops, pulling back with a laugh.

“Not so fast. You don’t get to cum anytime soon. I don’t care how good you taste.” He stands and quickly strips until he’s as naked as I am, his cock hard and leaking with need. I try not to stare but he’s so goddamn long.. and thick. I’m almost worried. I can’t even check to see where he’s placed the gun..

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit wherever it goes.” My worry dissolves into anger again and I narrow my eyes, attempting to get up only for him to shove me back down and straddle me. I’m confused until he moves onto my chest, his knees holding most of his weight as he positions his cock in front of my mouth.

“Do I need to warn you what will happen if you bite me?” He says, using the swollen tip to smear precum all over my lips.

“I don’t think I can—.”

“Breathe through your nose.” He pushes his cock firmly against my lips.

“You’re too—.”

“You can take it.” My jaw pops as I’m forced to open and let him down my throat. I gag immediately around the smooth length of him, tears filling my eyes as he reaches the back of my throat and holds it there.

I can’t even push against him because my arms are pinned beneath him. It takes everything in me to keep from retching.

“Fuck, that’s not even all of it. Look at you struggling. Do you regret stealing from me yet?” His eyes are hooded and his breathing heavy as he slides partly out and thrusts back inside my mouth, making me continue to gag.

“You will by the time I’m done with you.” His words have my chest tightening, afraid of what I’ve gotten myself into as he starts to fuck my mouth like he would a toy.

“Fuck, yes. You’ll be a pro in no time. That feels so fucking good.” His breathy moan has me trying to squeeze my legs shut but he reaches back, slapping my thighs apart and starts to play with my clit. I buck beneath him, humming around his cock as I try to speak. I can’t do this. I can’t handle it. Tears fill my eyes every time he pulls back enough for me to catch a breath only to force his way deeper down my throat all while rubbing my clit.

“If you cum, you’ll regret it.” He growls, scaring me while also giving me a thrill of what if? I stick out my tongue to try and make room in my mouth but he only moans louder, thrusting harder before slapping my pussy. I cry out around his length, gagging and trying to breathe.

“Get ready to swallow.” My eyes widen and suddenly he’s deep down my throat, holding his cock in place as he cums. I gag but he only groans louder, shooting his hot cum right down my throat so I have no choice but to swallow. My vision is spotty when he finally pulls out, my face streaked with tears and my throat on fire. I’d never been face fucked before and I’m given no opportunity to recover as he quickly flips me onto my stomach and comes down on my back. My cheeks are spread and he’s licking me from front to back, my body trembling with the need for release.

“P-please—.” I croak, arching into him as his tongue penetrates my pussy. I moan into the couch, my core burning with need. When his tongue moves higher, my eyes snap open but I’m unable to stop him from forcing his tongue inside my unused hole. A broken cry leaves my lips and I try to lift up only for him to shove me back down.

“Keep begging. Let me hear it, you little thief.” His voice is thick with need as he moves up my back, his cock resting against my ass.

“Please.. Rafe..” I whine, feeling him reach between us to guide his cock to my pussy.

“So you do know my name.” He chuckles, stealing my breath as he slips just the tip inside me. My body tightens and he curses, pushing down on the center of my back.

“Remember my fucking name when you cum. I want to hear you scream it.” His threat barely registers before he buries himself deep inside me with one go. I cry out, my pussy forced to stretch to accommodate his size.

“Goddamn.” Rafe bites out, rising up on one knee and keeping his hand on the center of my back as he starts to fuck me slowly.

“You’re swallowing me so fucking good. Sucking me in nice and deep. So wet and tight.” My nails bite into the cushion, my hips lifting on their own as his pace increases. The burning quickly subsides and pleasure washes over me as I moan loud and helplessly.

I hear him spit then his thumb is pressing inside my ass, triggering my orgasm as I scream into the cushion.

“Dirty fuckin slut.” Rafe chuckles, not slowing his rhythm until one orgasm turns to two and my release drips onto the couch. It becomes too much and I quickly try to pull away, pleading as best I can but he refuses to let me go.

“We’re not done so fucking take it. I want to see you break.” Another finger enters my ass as he pounds my sore pussy, an explosive orgasm wrecking me until tears stream down my face.

“Rafe�� please—.” I sob, his mocking laugh reaching my ear but I’m too far gone to be pissed off anymore. He gives me a moment to rest when he pulls out and drags me onto his lap, impaling me on his cock so I’m facing him and forced to ride him.

“I can’t..” I cry, my entire body trembling as he begins to move me himself, his cock practically in my stomach.

“Should’ve thought about that.” He smacks my ass, digging his fingers in and squeezing the flesh as he thrusts up into me. My hands tighten on the back of the couch as we move in sync, his cock stroking something deep inside me to the point I’m practically mush in his hands, his throaty moans music to my ears.

It’s not until I feel my hand brush something metal that my eyes snap open and I see the gun laying on the end table against the back of the couch.

I don’t think before snatching it up and wedging it under Rafe’s chin, making him look up at me. My lips tip up in a snarl while his form a smirk, his blue eyes lost in a blissed out haze.

“Stop.” I bite out, blinking past the pleasure deep in my core. He was so deep like this. I could almost cum again.

“Stop what? You’re riding me. I’m not moving.” Rafe says with a breathless smile. My body freezes when I realize he’s right and he groans as I tense around his length.

“Keep doing that and I’ll cum deep inside you.” Rafe moans, adding to that fire deep in my belly. There was something so hot about a man being vocal during sex.

“You like that? The thought of me filling you with cum make your pussy throb? Or is it the thrill of the gun? You could kill me right now and my cock would still be hard. One or two more pumps and I’d still finish inside you.”

“Shut. Up.” His words make me break out in a sweat, his cock throbbing deep inside me. I don’t doubt that he’s telling the truth.

“Seems like a waste to not finish, don’t you think?” Rafe’s blue eyes sparkle up at me as his hands find my hips and he delivers a hard thrust to my core. I cry out, my eyes threatening to flutter as fire ignites deep within me.

“You want me to finish.” Rafe taunts, sliding one hand up to grip my throat as he begins rolling his hips until my eyes nearly cross. He was too deep and stroking my g-spot while I held a gun to his chin. My body began to tremble as another orgasm raced forward, the gun shaking in my hand.

“Cum all over my cock. I know you want to.” Black spots dot my vision as he tightens his hand around my throat, stealing my ability to breathe and giving me the most intense orgasm of my life. The gun is snatched from my fingers then he’s pounding into me with vigor, grunting and moaning as he empties himself inside me.

My eyes barely manage to stay open as he lifts me so he can stand then my back meets the couch, his cock never leaving my pussy. His lips find the shell of my ear as I try to wrap my brain around what just happened..

“I’m going to have so much fun with you, roomie.” My body stiffens and he groans, rolling his hips and making me whimper.

“This.. isn’t..”

“You didn’t think once was worth a million dollars, did you? Because I plan on thoroughly using this pussy. Call it interest on my new investment.”

[weskie]

O Captain, My Captain! (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

18+ | 2100 words, dubcon, gunpoint blow job, sex fantasies, gender neutral reader, wesker being a little shit but somehow still a lil soft | Fic Directory

original request

You always were his favorite.  So smart and perceptive, sharp and witty.  Of course you would be the one to find him first.  It almost pained him to devastate you in such a way.  To see the way your face fell when those words left his mouth.

“I’ve always been with Umbrella.”

The way you whispered his title in disbelief when he pointed his gun at you was… perplexing.  He figured you’d have one of your usual wise-cracks to chuck at him.  Instead you–

“I trusted you, I–” You quiver, staring down the barrel that could spell your undoing in a mere flash. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the tank containing the Tyrant.  “Please don’t kill me…” 

Beautiful, isn’t it?  Wesker thinks to himself.  He wonders what you must think of his good work.  What you must think of everything.  

Deep down, he doesn’t want to do this. In fact, it had been his plan to grab you before death could take you in some twisted form or another.  You were the only one he wasn’t keen to place in this experiment.  He fully intended to run off with you in his arms, play the hero, whisk you away to safety and maybe finally allow some of his affections free to make an attempt at something more.  You weren’t supposed to find him.

You’ve certainly dashed his plans.  So what now?  

“I’ll do anything!”

Of that, he’s certain.  Most people staring down the barrel of a gun would say the same.  Perhaps…

Now that’s a thought.

“Anything?”  He asks with a cock of his head.  “And just what could you do for me, my dear?”  The corner of his mouth twitches in a small smirk as the term of endearment hits you.  He saunters forward, handgun still trained on you.  Little do you know he’d clicked the safety on before raising it toward you to begin with.

It’s precious how you shiver under his gaze.  Like you know exactly what he’s thinking, or you’re at least partly aware of it.  

This situation has obviously ruined his plans to pursue you once the dust had settled.  Perhaps he should take what he can get now while he’s got the opportunity.  Sure there’s terror in your eyes, but he’s seen the way you looked at him before.  The glint in your gaze, the pining glances and shy smiles.  Wesker was no fool.

But he is an opportunist.

“I don’t kno–”

“Oh, but I think you do.” He purrs, pressing the muzzle under your chin to force you to look right into his eyes.  He glides his thumb across your lower lip, tongue peaking out to wet his own.  “Ah, ah… Don’t squirm.  You wouldn’t want my finger to slip, would you?”  It isn’t even on the trigger.  He smiles sweetly as you take a breath to still yourself.  “That’s it, sweetheart.  Very good.”

You’re adorable like this.  Eyes wide, lower lip quivering beneath the pad of his thumb.  Wesker leans forward until his lips are next to your ear.

“I want you on your knees, my dear.  Think of it like a new training exercise– just you and me.”  His breaths fan against the shell of your ear, words shocking your eyes even wider.  He can hear you gulp in anticipation before you start to descend.  “Show your Captain what you can do, hm?” The sight alone has him twitching in his pants.  He’d never admit to the overflowing excitement in watching you kneel before him, knowing full well he was about to have you in a way he’s only dreamt of.  God, the thoughts he’s had of you– the way he’s come apart at mere fantasies all because of you…

His breath stutters as you work him free from his pants, halting entirely when you grasp his cock and stroke.  He can feel the tremble in your grip, so he smooths his free hand through your hair to coax you to relax.  He nudges you forward gently. 

He knows you can’t see his eyes behind the lenses of his glasses, but he almost wishes you could.  If you could only see the exhilaration in his eyes coupled with the lack of genuine hostility, maybe you wouldn’t be so afraid of the gun in his right hand.  Maybe you’d know it was all for show to keep you from getting any bright ideas.  And fuck, he could’ve dropped the damned thing the second your tongue grazed the underside of his tip.  It’s been so long since he’s been touched by another; he never has the time to even consider it with his double-triple-agent life. It’s almost embarrassing how sensitive he is to the warm wetness of your tongue.

But he needs more.

His fingers curl in your hair to pull you nearer– his signal for you to open wide and take him. He releases a shuddering breath when your lips wrap around him, descending nice and slow.  The sensation of you sucking him is simply beyond words, completely and utterly tantalizing in the way it combines with the hot drag of your tongue.

A soft moan works past his lips when that pesky gag reflex of yours makes your throat clamp deliciously around him.  He doesn’t let you pull off.  He can’t drop the facade quite yet– can’t be too gentle lest you get any stupid ideas.

“Ah, ah… Hold it.”  He breathes, fingers gripping tighter in your hair, pushing your head down.  “That’s it, dear…”  For all of your sputtering below, you manage to resist the need to release him by the time he finally jerks you back.  

He gives you a minute to gasp desperately before pressing the gun to your temple. Your eyes flutter open as if you'd forgotten the lingering threat.  Your pupils are blown and the way you squirm is all too obvious.

He knew you'd like this. 

Somewhere, deep past that layer of fear, there was a part of you so aroused by this that you couldn’t help but let it affect you.  Maybe, with his cock down your throat, you realized that this was what you’d always wanted too.  That all those sweet little looks you’d hide when he’d turn your way weren’t for nothing.  That your lust for your Captain was coming to fruition in an unorthodox way that was still just as delicious as whatever sinful thoughts you’ve kept of him all this time.

“I'm impressed. But you can do better for me, can’t you?”  Wesker’s eyes roll when you dive back in of your own accord, suckling and swirling the tip in a way that screams more than mere survival instinct.  It takes no time at all for him to give in and start with slow thrusts into your mouth.  Paired with the way he controls the bobbing of your head makes it truly like heaven itself.  Wesker could damn well forget everything– where he was, all that had happened, even the Tyrant mere feet away meant nothing right now.  Your little gags and chokes around his shaft ring like music to his ears, drowning out the hum of machinery preserving his subject, echoing in his mind to wash away every scream he’s heard since this mission began.

There’s just this.

Just you and him.

“That’s– mmh, that’s it!”  Wesker’s breaths grow heavier by the second and he presses the muzzle harder to your temple, wordlessly demanding that you keep up with those wicked glides of your tongue, keep swallowing his cock, keep fucking taking him.

His mask begins to slip with every weakening moan that was never meant to make it past his lips until finally– fucking finally– he holsters that damned gun and grips your head with his other hand, hips rolling until that familiar tightening sensation grows and grows and your name chokes breathlessly from his lips.  With one last sharp thrust, Wesker buries himself to the base, hands pulling your face flush to his groin as he paints your throat with his release.  His thighs quake and he can just barely register your hands grasping to still him.

He tries so hard to be quiet and maintain that perfect decorum of his, but it’s useless to try.  Not when he’s balls deep in your mouth, not when he knows he’s claimed you from the inside out.  He’s thought of this too many times.  Of how he’d have loved to have you on your knees under his desk back in his office.  You’d suck him just as sweetly as you’ve done now, one hand stroking the base of his cock while the other smooths up and down his leg.  He’d let you get him close– so fucking close. He’d let you get him right on the brink of losing himself and then kick away in his swivel chair and fuck you senseless on the desk.  He wouldn’t even care if the rest of the team could hear the sweet sounds you sing for him.  He’d fill you over and over again until his come leaks from you.  He’d kneel down and eat you clean just so he could fill you all over again.

Every fantasy flashes in his mind as the throbbing bliss tapers away.  This absolutely cannot be the last time he has you.  

It won’t be.

Wesker pulls out slowly, staring down intently to watch every inch slip free.  His thumbs wipe away at your tear tracks before kneeling to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”  He asks as if he hadn’t just put you in an impossible situation and made you think your only way out was to let him fuck your mouth.  He smiles at you, though, try as he might, he can’t quite manage that same wicked smirk he’d given you earlier.  The facade has faded, and he’s back to the same old Captain Wesker who used to hide his smiles at your quips.  The same one who now feels the tiniest pang of guilt at how spooked and used you look.

There's one last thing he needs from this moment. He couldn't possibly let it pass him by knowing he may never have the chance again. And, if he's lucky, you'll understand every unspoken word. 

Wesker leans forward, hands cupping your face to bring you into a kiss that was far from the depravity he'd shown you mere moments ago. Your squeak of shock is swallowed by him, and it's the perfect opportunity to wiggle his tongue into your mouth and explore to his heart's content– pleased to no end when you reciprocate.

“You've always been,” he pants between wet pecks to your lips, “my favorite of the bunch.”  One of your arms loops around his neck, and that’s when it hits him.

Cold steel presses beneath his jaw and he smiles against you, proud beyond measure that you'd pulled one over on him so easily. 

“Still trust me?”  He asks.

“Should I?”  You counter, panting softly against him.  He can see the way doubt blends with belief.  You’re the picture perfect specimen of indecision and he would just love to see your reaction to this…

“Go on.  Pull.”  Wesker murmurs. “Trust your Captain.”

When you make not even so much as a twitch to flinch from what you’d expect to be an exceptionally loud mess, he grasps your hand, finger creeping over yours to direct it onto the trigger.

How peculiar that, much like he’d done, you hadn’t even put it on there.

You look at him with wide eyes for the hundredth time since you found him, suddenly looking much more terrified than when he’d first aimed it at you.

“Wesker, I–”

Click.

You flinch for nothing, and Wesker simply gives you a smug grin as he watches you realize you were never truly in danger.  You run through a variety of emotions.  Anger, betrayal, disbelief, acceptance… 

“What's wrong, my dear?”  Wesker purrs, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.  “You didn’t think I’d actually kill you, did you?”

The look on your face elicits a deep, amused chuckle. 

“Foolish.  I suppose you’ll need to be made to understand just how deep my appreciation for you goes, hm?”  With his free hand, he removes his gun from your grasp before pushing you slowly onto your back.  Your chest heaves in anticipation, though you lack that deer-in-the-headlights look from earlier.

Good.

Wesker removes his glasses, placing them on your head to rest against your hair.

“Remember,” he whispers, leaning down to nibble at the side of your neck. “Trust your Captain.”

[toxycodone]

ship. swansea x reader

content. post crash, drunk swansea, implied suicidal reader so tread with caution, reader is gn but there’s mentions of afab genitals

an. written in one setting and not proofread just uh kill me or whatever

You don’t remember much.

As days have passed, routine’s grip on you has had your mind numb. For such a desperate situation, you’d expect to feel anxious. Depressed. Enough time has passed that you could even have a odd sense of acceptance by now due to the fatal end for you that lingers on the horizon.

Yet. You feel nothing. Days blend into weeks. Weeks into months. You only do your usual work routine because the others depend on you to pull your weight still. That, and well, there’s not exactly a simple, effective way to off yourself on this ship. Damn Pony Express for hiding anything deadly behind a code. And damn Anya for hiding that gun. You’d kill for it right about now.

Everything seems bleak. Daisuke’s the only crew member that still manages maintain a shred of positivity nowadays, but even that’s becoming a rarity. Only a matter of time before he succumbs too, you bet.

Despite it all, the most negative one of your bunch before the tragedy is the most upbeat. Swansea drinks himself stupid on that disgusting mouthwash every day. He’s jovial, partying and dancing all the time, save for the fact he needs to interact with Jimmy. Oh, and the odd bouts spent down in Utility.

What were you doing again?

Right. Checking on him. Jimmy’s gung ho about finding a way outta this mess all the sudden. A report from Swansea about the ship’s status is “necessary for him to make plans”. You doubt anything’s changed, or that Swansea could work on the ship in his state, but whatever.

And as usual, the conversation with Swansea is unproductive. Nothing, as you figured. The man’s giving you a bored expression as he answers your questions between swigs of mouthwash. It’s not until you take a break to stretch, revealing a little bit of your midriff, that Swansea’s thick brow quirks with interest.

“You seem tense.” He stands up from his workbench, which surprises you. You’re sure he’s gone through like, at least three bottles of mouthwash since the day started. The fact he’s still conscious is astounding, really. “Anybody ever teach ‘ya to lighten up a little? Relax?”

Swansea pats your shoulder, like how he would Daisuke, you think, until the hand lingers. His large fingers dig into your skin. He’s trying to massage the area, you think. But being so intoxicated has him unable to recognize his own strength.

You grimace. Thinking he’s about to offer you a swig of his half finished bottle of mouthwash, you start to wave him off. Then you notice his bulge. Holy shit. He has a hard on.

It’s not difficult for you to put two and two together. Your addiction to routine begs you to turn around, pretend this isn’t happening, but the desire to feel something, anything, overwhelms it.

Barely minutes pass before you’re spread over the cool metal surface of Swansea’s workbench. The man doesn’t take any time to prep you. There’s no kissing, sensual touches, foreplay of any kind. That hint of the Swansea you remember from before lingers true—the one that’s strictly business.

Anticipation makes you whimper, rubbing your legs together as the drunkard has trouble undoing his belt and shuffling off his pants. You catch a glimpse of his cock from over your shoulder and your eyes widen. Holy shit. He’s not particularly long, but Swansea’s thick as a soda can. You start to back out of this, but Swansea’s already pushing the thick head past your entrance.

It hurts. It fucking hurts. But it’s so fucking good you want to cry. It’s something other than the monotony that’s plagued your soul for lord knows how long. You squint your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as the older man’s length splits you open.

Once Swansea’s lodged himself deep in you, he lets out a satisfied groan. He’s still for a moment, relishing the way you pulse around him, before fucking into you without mercy. He takes advantage of your position, pulling you down onto his length instead of rutting his hips into you—likely to spare his energy. Each one rudely puffs the air out your lungs. You’re barely able to make strangled whimpers or moans yourself. His weighty balls smack against your clit every time you sink down, sparking little yelps of pleasure from your lips.

“Like that?” Swansea asks between grunts. He sounds cocky. You’d quip back if his dick didn’t make your hole burst at the seams.

You claw at the cool metal below as Swansea rams into you. The pain never really leaves even as you get wetter and wetter for him, only ebbs. But you don’t want it to be gone anyways. You feel alive for once, the mix of pain and pleasure making your brain go from numb to delirious. Your hips start to move on their own now, meeting Swansea in the middle as you fuck yourself on his length. The feeling of your pubes meshing when he bottoms out, that sticky mix of you, Swansea’s precum, and a little bit of his spit that he so half-assedly lubed you with earlier webbing between your crotches. You’ve never felt closer to heaven. If this is what Swansea feels like when he drinks, then you’re starting to get it.

Swansea grumbles, then grunts as he repositions himself. His hands hold your shoulders now, forcing his weight on you as he starts to drive his hips into you. He must be close, plowing into you with thrusts strong enough you’re sure you’d fly off his desk if he wasn’t holding you down. He’s fucking you like a sexy toy, using you for his own pleasure, and you’re loving it. Sweat starts to bead between your furrowed brows. Your gut flares with that familiar feeling of tightness, spreading tingles down your legs like TV static.

And it’s as if he senses it too. Swansea takes one hand off your shoulder to rub deep, slow circles on your clit, and your eyes roll back. Holy shit. You know his wife back home misses him bad. Fuck, maybe in a different life you’d feel guilty for this. But the way Swansea’s cock and calloused fingers have you seeing stars is more than enough to send any regrets out the window. Doesn’t help that the man isn’t intent on stopping to let you process your first orgasm in months, either. Your ears are filled with his wanton groans and wet sounds of skin on skin until he’s finally spent. Swansea cums with a deep groan, sheathing himself inside you as his balls drain.

You can’t be bothered to care. Not even when when he slumps his full weight onto you. The feeling of his warm cum and cock inside you makes you feel full, whole. Something you’re not sure you remember feeling, well, ever.

You could die like this, you think. In fact, you probably will soon. But not now. At least you have something to keep your preoccupied.

[carriedawatermelon]

Ronancetober day five. Quick little semi-angsty thing, Nancy-centric.

Prompt: Blood

They’re on patrol in the woods, Robin and Nancy and Lucas and Max, when Nancy gives the signal, two flashes with her light. The others stop and circle up, all signaling back with a single flash, waiting quietly and readying their weapons.

There’s a pack of dogs stalking them. Nancy hears them, hears the weird clicking that means they’re talking to each other, knows they’re going to do their best to trap them before they attack.

Nancy doesn’t like being boxed in, and she’s gotten good at this. They all have, though she has particular skill with a gun, is the only one who carries one on patrol. It’s one deep breath, letting all the noise aside from her own body fade until she can focus on the sounds she wants. The sound of movement, clicks and shuffling leaves and a high-pitched buzzing whine, almost like a light bulb not screwed all the way in. She’s got them. Three to the back, two branching at the sides.

Or they’re starting to. Nancy takes two rapid shots with her rifle, a gift from Hopper that holds a magazine big enough that Nancy doesn’t have to worry about a reload every minute. The familiar, desperate whining snarl lets her know she hit what she wanted to, and the rest of them snarl too, trading stealth for a full charge.

She hits three and then four, and five is in her sights when she hears it, that clicking sound, that awful buzzing, coming from the wrong direction. Her heart, which so far had barely pinged with now-familiar warning, begins to thunder, and she takes the shot at five and whirls as fast as she can.

It’s too late.

Robin goes down, hard, a dog’s body atop hers as she shields Max and Lucas, who are charging with their bats and chains.

“Stay back,” Nancy yells, because she needs a clear line, and they listen, thank god, habit and trust overcoming the panicked desire to save Robin as fast as they can. The dog is dead immediately, three viciously accurate shots dropping him. Three viciously accurate shots Nancy can make because Robin hadn’t been moving. Robin hadn’t been moving. Robin hadn’t been moving.

Nancy’s on her as fast as she can be, Max and Lucas not far behind, and she cries, not bothering to try to hide it, when she finds Robin’s dazed blue eyes open and looking at her, a wobbly smile on her face.

“Knew you couldn’t take the shot if I was squirming,” she says, breath uneven and blood seeping at an alarming rate from her shirt and her pants, and then her eyes close, and Nancy nearly loses her mind.

-

“It’s not your fault,” Steve says lowly from the chair on the opposite side of Robin’s hospital bed.

“Sure,” Nancy says, because she doesn’t want to argue, Robin’s clammy hand in hers, her already pale skin gone totally pallid, freckles washed out from blood loss.

“She’d tell you the same thing. She will tell you the same thing, when she wakes up.”

“I know.” And she does, but that doesn’t mean Robin will be right either.

Steve doesn’t say anything else, gets up and comes back with coffee for them both a few hours later, and they wait and wait and watch.

-

“Nance,” Robin says, so gently, like Nancy is the one coming home after a week-long stay in the government-run, we-don’t-talk-about-it hospital located, of course, in fucking Hawkins Lab. “I’m okay.”

“I know,” Nancy says, less gently, because she’s not as good as Robin, not at things like this. She can patch a wound. She can plan through a crisis. The after part? Well.

Her hands are gripped tightly on the wheel, car parked in the driveway of Steve’s house, which is Robin’s house, too, now. Her parents had left more than a year ago, accepting I’m eighteen as a good enough reason to let their only child stay in a literal hellhole while they drove somewhere not full of demons and cracks bleeding poison into the air. Nancy is, selfishly, happy that she’s here. Isn’t sure what she’d do without her. She also wants to throttle her parents.

A hand comes to rest over hers, fingers rubbing soothingly at her knuckles until she lets go, turns her hand until their fingers lace. She lets Robin bring their joined hands over, feels her whole body relax despite herself at the warm press of Robin’s lips to the back of it, the fond, tilted smile waiting for her when she lets herself look, blue eyes far too knowing.

“C’mon, baby. Take a nap with me.”

She nods, and Robin kisses her hand again, the inside of her wrist, and then squeezes before letting go, opening the car door even as Nancy says, “Hold on, hold on, hold on.”

She does, amused when Nancy gets to her side of the car, and it feels like a grate against Nancy’s guilty, worried chest. Because she is who she is, it shows as anger, which she knows because Robin’s face shifts to contrition.

“Sorry,” she offers, with a small smile, and god, Nancy’s a bitch.

She gets down on her knees, concrete damp through her jeans, and puts her palms over Robin’s thighs, callouses against the soft cotton of Steve’s stolen sweats.

“I love you,” Nancy says, looking into inexplicably soft eyes, and means I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. She can’t always say it, her pride blocking her airways even though she hates it, wants to claw it out and throw it away because Robin deserves a real apology, so many real apologies.

“I know,” Robin says, and cups Nancy’s cheek, leaning down to kiss her. “We’re gonna have to talk about it at some point,” she whispers as she pulls away. “But first we need a nap.”

“Okay,” Nancy says, the way she only really says it for Robin, the way that means I love you and I’m sorry both. Robin knows her well enough to understand.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Let’s accept I have a problem shall we?

1-Bones Imagine Dragons

“Is this fucking entertaining?!” Izuku can’t help the shout as he stares at Bakugou on stage, the muzzle on his face. He won’t lie, a part of him is spitefully amused seeing his former bully looking like that. The rest of him is angry. Bitter. Disgusted.

“I think it’s pretty funny,” Tomura snort, grinning at the display on the screen.

“Isn’t this what we want to change?” Izuku demands. Tomura rolls his eyes, shrugging carelessly. Izuku grits his teeth, nails biting into his skin as he makes fists.

He’d made a horrible mistake, hadn’t he?

2-Senorita Shawn Mendes, Camila Cabello

She shouldn’t be doing this. She should be running away right now, should be grabbing her phone to call the police.

Instead she’s got her arms wrapped around the broad shoulders of a villain who is busy kissing her like there’s nothing else he could ever want to do.

Izumi gasps, pulling back as she pants, wincing at the taste of blood in her mouth. He’d nicked her tongue.

“Sorry,” Todoroki Shouto, the villain known as Frostbiter said. He grinned, his tongue flicking out to show it’s piercing. “Changed it out,” he went back to kissing her and Izumi lost herself. “Oh sweetheart,” Shouto whispered in her ear, hands grabbing her hips. “You’re so good for me.”

Izumi shouldn’t be doing this.

But she couldn’t stop.

3-Toxic Britney Spears

“-and another murder has been discovered today-”

“-this is the third prohero in the last two weeks to die-”

“Look, all I’m saying is we should be looking into people with analyst quirks-”

The news blasted from all directions as Izumi walked down the street, clutching her bag in her arms. She kept her eyes down, not wanting to look up at anyone. Her shoulders lifted as more news came from a random persons phone, saying the recent death was part of class B from UA, a pro-hero named Battlefist.

Izumi scurried away, heading to her apartment. Opening the door, she froze.

“Hello Izumi,” Tomura said, looking up from his video game. Izumi stared at him, before she dropped her bag on the ground, kicking her shoes off. She threw herself at Tomura, who snorted, but caught her, enjoying the firm kiss she pressed to his mouth.

“Was it bloody?” she begged.

“Only the bloodiest,” he said. “All according to your plans,” he lifted the notebook she’d given him that day, with her sparkling eyes, eager to know what he would do.

4- Hayloft II Mother Mother

BANG.

Tenya barely has a second to realize what’s going on before Stain dives away from a bullet. Standing at the end of the alley is the green haired figure of Green Knight, the TA for his class. Tenya stared at the other teen in surprise before he shoots another bullet. Stain dodges again, cursing.

“You, Green Knight- you FAKE-” the villain says but Green Knight doesn't stop. Stain’s fast enough to dodge bullets, and Tenya has to know how he learned that, but Green Knight gives no rest, moving forward slowly and surely. Stain lunges while dodging, aiming to cut the hero, but it seems that was his plan all along, as the Green Knight lifted his gun to press it right against the villain’s head.

BANG.

Tenya stared in horror at the body as Native coughed from where he was. Green Knight turned his head towards them, eyes calculating.

“Well Iida, it seems you may be getting special lessons soon.”

(I have to include this: imagine Stain running right at Izuki who steps aside at the last second. The camera slows as Izuku lifts the gun, Stain looking at Izuku in shock before he pulls the trigger. That was what was going through my mind)

5- Mine, Bazzi

“What?” Izuku asked, looking up from where he’d been writing in his notebook, babbling a mile a way as Rody watched.

“You’re beautiful,” Rody told him. Izuku flushed, glancing away before looking up with a smile.

“So are you,” Izuku told him. Rody shrugged, grabbing his coffee to sip it.

“Not as much as you.”

“Rody, stop distracting me!” Izuku laughed. “I need to get this ready for my students.”

“Ah you just reminded me of my teacher-”

“RODY!” Izuku shouted, but he was smiling, so Rody won.

6- Shivers Ed Sheeran

Izuku’s Quirk isn’t something he likes thinking about. Or well he does. It’s a useful Quirk! Izuku likes his Quirk!

He just also doesn’t like using it because of the connentations. A kissing Quirk is all good, but when the kiss has to be on the mouth?

It gets side eyes. Izuku remembers discovering it, kissing his aunt on the cheek but she was turning her head when their lips connected. Suddenly being able to tell what your Quirk was, what it did, and what you could use it for.

He loved it. At first.

It kind of stopped being something cool when he was told he just wanted to kiss people. When he got called pervert. Even actual proof of his Quirk did nothing to quiet the rumours. So when people forcefully kissed him to make him write it down, no one would believe him. Even his own mother didn’t- not really.

Izuku didn’t like thinking about his Quirk. It wasn’t a bad one.

If only he didn’t need lip contact.

“Wait, we have to kiss for it to work?” Shinsou Hitoshi flushed, touching his lips. Izuku felt his face flush. The handsome purple haired teen didn’t seem upset…

Maybe it wasn’t that bad of a thing then… sometimes.

(He still wished it didn’t though.)

7- Feeling Good Micheal Buble

No one understood it. Not really.

Oh sure, she was the doll of Tomura. A little pet he kept around. The Quirkless girl with the big boobs who was always with him. Izumi knew exactly what they thought of her. She didn’t mind it. But no one understood it.

Even Dabi barely gave her a glance, though that was the mommy issues he had mixed with the sexism his father tipped down his throat. He didn’t understand the power she had.

Toga didn’t, but then Toga was to in love with blood to care.

Twice just didn’t notice.

Mr. Compress was oblivious, Spinner had a one track mind…

No one understood it.

Izumi smiled, looking at her notebook as she wrote down a list of targets. Tomura had been ‘accidentally’ reading over her shoulder the first time he used her list. A list of people who hurt her. A therapy tactic to write it down and burn it she learned after the death of her mother.

It made her feel better knowing they were dead.

8- The Other Side, The Greatest Showman

“Don’t you want him dead?” the villain asked. Tenya took a step back, eyes locked on the other teen. Midoriya Izuku, or Mastermind, smiled with all his teeth.

“I don’t know what-” Tenya began, but Midoriya cut him off.

“Stain. Don’t you want him dead?” the question made Tenya pause. “I can make it happen if you want.”

“No,” Tenya shook his head. He… no, after being denied internships after the murder of classmates they made him go to therapy. He would not-

“I liked your brother,” Midoriya said. “He was a good hero. What Stain did, was horrific. I don’t hold with that way of thinking. Stain is scum, and he should be put down like the animal he is.” He offered his hand. “Don’t you agree?”

Tenya looked at the hand, and back up, his heart pounding in his ears.

9- Believer, Imagine Dragons.

Izuku smirked, looking at the crowd of people who had all gathered around to hear him. He ran a hand through his short hair.

“So, to finish my sad story, Bakugou here told me to kill myself.” Izuku gestured at the blonde tied to the chair, who’d been to busy staring in horror at the green haired teenager to speak. “And then, All Might, said I should be more realistic about my goal,” Izuku motioned to the other blonde tied to a chair, though a nicer one.

“Young Midoriya-” All Might, in his skinny form, tried.

“And my mom,” Izuku laughed darkly. “She’s been deadnaming me since I came out, only at home though. Has to give forth the image of a perfect mother right? So when she texts me that my husband has been chosen and he’s eager to meet his wife… what choices do I have?” Izuku laughed, harsh and loud.

“And wasn’t Bakugou right? I got a Quirk in the next life.”

10- Sway with Me, Saweetie, GALAXARA

Izumi had a concert to do, one that all of 1A went to. Partly because PR, having Iuzmi’s class support her, partly because they wanted to do it. None of them were ready though for it.

A ballet designed to tell the story of the final battle between Materhorn and Lady Nebula was not what they expected, but watching the story of a battle between here and villain was entrancing.

Shouto could barley look away, watching her dance. She played Lady Nebula, the villain bent on world domination. She was beautiful, dancing around the stage, her moves powerful.

He couldn’t look away.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

On the 15th, as promised! Ngl, I definitely almost forgot this. I have SO many feelings about this one, y’all check the tags if you want my ramblings. Buckle up. Also, happy stabbing Caesar day.

Part 1 | . . . | Part 64 | Part 65 | Part 66

Steve works his jaw, staring at Will. “Yeah,” he whispers. Will looks down. “Hey,” Steve says gently. “That’s not on you, okay? And Jonathan’s a really great guy. He and Nancy both had a lapse in judgement. They got together a while later and they were better for each other than she and I ever were.”

“But they hurt you.”

Steve chuckles. “In the moment, sure. But I’m fine now, I’ve moved on. It surprised me just now because I didn’t expect her to react like that. I know that’s not who she is as a person, and I’m sure as soon as Joyce talks to her about it and she’s had some time to think about it, she’ll come apologize. But none of that is on you, okay?”

Will shrugs, playing with the hem of his pants.

Steve glances at Eddie, who winks and plops down cross-legged next to Will, nudging their shoulders together. “My dad’s in jail.” Will looks up at him, surprised. Eddie shrugs. “I’ve had time to process, but it took me a while to realize he just isn’t a good person. Now, my momma was an angel among women, she just had a disease. It didn’t make her a bad person. But they’re my parents, so that must mean I’m a bad person with a disease, right?”

“No!” Will says emphatically. “Just because they-” he pauses, mouth a perfect circle, before flushing and ducking his head, smiling a little. “Okay. I get it.”

“Good kid,” Eddie says fondly, ruffling his hair. “Now, back to the planning?”

“Probably,” Steve nodded. “First things first, who wants out?”

“Papa hurt El?” Mike asks. Steve nods. “Then let’s kill this fucker.”

“Language,” say all the adults, and Mike rolls his eyes.

“I’m in,” Will adds.

“Me too,” Dustin says, and Lucas nods.

Steve looks around, and all the adults present nod at him. Robin squeezes his hand, and Alli pulls him closer to her by his shoulders. “Alright, little brother,” she says. He elbows her. “What’s the plan?”

Steve sighs and looks to El. “What do you think, Ellie?”

“Everyone else is dead,” she murmurs. “But if I go into the rainbow room, I will see them.”

Steve’s heart breaks. “You don’t have to go anywhere you don’t want to.”

She smiles sadly at him. “You cannot promise me that, Steve.”

He meets Robin’s eyes above El’s head, watches her heart break. “Watch me.” He looks back to El. “I know what he put you through, El.”

“He loves me.”

Steve takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. “Remember what I told you, last time you said that?”

El nods. “You thought the same thing about your parents.”

“Exactly. It took me a long time to learn, but they don’t love me. And there’s nothing I can do to change that. Even if I was perfect, that wouldn’t be enough for them. Does that make sense?”

She nods. “You love me differently from how Papa loves me.”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers. “Which do you like better?”

“Yours.”

“Do you know why?”

She thinks about it for a minute. “You love me because you see Ellie. He loves me because he sees Eleven.”

Next to him, Alli makes a broken sound. Steve reaches back to hold her hand. “Yeah, Ellie. That’s exactly right.”

“I do not want to only be Eleven anymore,” she decides. “I want to be Ellie.”

“And that’s why I’ll do all of it myself if I have to,” Steve tells her. “So you can be Ellie. You don’t have to go in the rainbow room, okay?”

“Okay,” she nods, wiggling around until she can bury her face in his neck and whisper, “I trust you.”

He blinks quickly. “I’m glad,” he whispers back.

“Ellie,” Wayne says, voice not much steadier than Steve’s. She shifts to look at him from where she’s tucked into Steve. “We all want you t’be just Ellie if you want it. We’re all gonna be right there with you.”

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I won’t be strong enough. If I see Papa.”

“That won’t be a problem,” Hopper says, checking his gun. She shifts to look at him. “He’s not going to hurt you again.”

She frowns and buries her face back in Steve’s neck. “I’m happy,” she murmurs. “But I’m also very sad.”

Steve sighs and hugs her tightly. “I know how you feel.”

“I don’t like feeling this way.”

“I know, El. I don’t think there’s really any way to get rid of the feeling, though.”

“Just life,” Alli says quietly, scooting closer and laying a comforting hand on El’s upper arm. “I know it’s a cliché, but it’s true.”

El looks up at Alli. “Okay. What’s a cliché?”

Alli meets Steve’s eyes, a smile starting to spread, and Steve thinks everything’s going to be okay.

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Lead the Way (RJ MacCready x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Author's Note: Posted on A03 as well. It was really a matter of time before I posted a fanfic for him or Valentine. Am I taking requests for MacCready? "You're damn right!"

Warnings: 18+, Gun Violence, Canon Typical Violence, Language, Like 3 sexual comments, Drinking, Mention of Drug Use (Uh Hancock, nuff said), MacCready being the dumbass that he is

Word Count: 3.1k

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The first time MacCready crosses paths with her it’s between buildings in what was formerly Downtown Boston, with him narrowly dodging stray bullets while she takes down raiders left and right. Ducking behind a wall, he tries to take a peek at her face, but it’s obscured by a mask that blends in with the rest of her ammo clad armor. In fact, the only way MacCready can really decipher that the shooter is a female is the smaller, slender frame and the slight protuberance in the chest area.

Normally, MacCready isn’t the one to shy away from a firefight, but from his standpoint, it’s not his barrel, not his monkeys. He also has a kid to provide for and getting himself into trouble for no reason isn’t a great method of survival.

Crouched down on himself, his crystal blue eyes watch the way the unnamed figure easily dodges bullets, taking down raider after raider. He has to admit, for a lone shooter, she sure knows what to do. 

With the gun smoke settling, MacCready moves out from his spot behind the wall, standing 30 paces away from the stranger. 

“You gonna try your luck or you gonna walk away?” Her voice is modulated by the mask and sounds distant while she crouches over the dead bodies, picking random objects from their pockets, causing MacCready to scoff. 

“Why waste your time with sh-junk like that?” The figure stands to her full height, adjusting her bandolier across her chest. Hopping off of the platform, she reaches for her rifle and slings it along her back.

“Maybe next time I get to see you actually fight.” Her comment is sharp off her tongue and it takes MacCready by shock. Nodding to MacCready, she takes her leave, leaving him in his thoughts. Who is she?

MacCready’s legs burn as they race up the ever winding stairs. He needs to get a good vantage point. His target is making their way through the Commonwealth way faster than his lead had originally planned. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

His rifle slings from his shoulders into his hands as he gets a clearing. High enough for a good vantage point, low enough for his target to not escape his scope. He needs the caps more than anything, and his client, well, is paying a hefty sum. Enough to hire some help with Med-Tek.

His fingers fiddle with the setting on his scope, focusing the hairline on the oblivious target, walking in the middle of the road, in broad daylight. MacCready scoffs. “Idiot.” Before his index finger even brushes the trigger, a resounding static crackle echoes off the destroyed buildings and his target falls into a heap on the ground, unmoving. MacCready jerks away from his gun in disbelief. His one chance of caps, gone. Now who’s going to hire him? “MOTHER FU- UGH!” His eye peers through the scope and settles on a hooded figure, dragging his target through a valley. Taking a deep breath, he narrows his eyesight, trying to make out any telltale signs about the second, unwanted party. The only thing he can make out is the all black attire and a mask hanging from the belt. Wait. “That bitch!”

Grumbling as he gets up, MacCready dusts off his pants before grabbing his rifle with a scowl. What is he going to tell his employers? Sorry boss, someone else killed him before I could even get my finger on the trigger. He kicks the ground beneath him, bringing up a plume of dirt and dust as his mood sours by the second. He needed that money. If she starts picking off more of his targets he might just have to take matters into his own hands and get rid of the competition. Can’t have two mercenaries in the Commonwealth.

“I need a drink.”

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Magnolia’s singsong voice echoes throughout the repurposed subway station as MacCready downs another round of whiskey. He should be saving what little caps he has, but his mood demands alcohol, even if it’s not the best idea. 

“You better have enough caps to pay up Mac. You know what he will say if you leave your tab open,” Charlie comments, filling up MacCready’s glass while he scowls.

“Yeah yeah,” MacCready dismisses the robot abruptly, swirling the glass in his hand, ignoring the person sitting down next to him.

“Bourbon, neat.”

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. What are you doing in a place like this, lass?” MacCready peeks at the person beside him from the corners of his eyes and nearly chokes on his drink. A woman, a gorgeous woman, sitting next to him. He can’t recall the last time he saw a woman that clean with straight white teeth and washed hair. 

She takes the glass from the Mr. Handy and raises the glass to her mouth, parting her perfect, plump lips. Hell, maybe MacCready drank way more than he should and is imagining things. “Hello to you too, Charlie. It’s been a while.”  MacCready can’t help but to tilt his head as he tries to get a wrap around her voice. Why does it sound so familiar? She takes a sip of the amber liquid and MacCready watches the way her head slightly tips back, accentuating her smooth neck and damn he wants to place his lips on it. Turning fully in his seat, he looks at the bar patron drinking in the sight of her jacket wrapped around her waist, revealing a clean, white tank top that left something to the imagination. His mouth dries in response but she doesn’t make a move to acknowledge him. 

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” A familiar voice to MacCready joins in on the conversation, leaning against the bar on the other side of the stranger. “What are you doing in Goodneighbor sunshine?” The merc watches the woman on his left down the rest of her drink before smiling at the mayor.

Charlie refills her glass while she gets down from her seat, wrapping her arms around the ghoul. “John. So good to see you.” Hancock immediately hugs back, hand creeping lower on her back before giving her butt a small grab much to MacCready’s shock. Sure, Hancock has always been flirtatious, but he doesn’t think that he’s ever seen him openly grope a person outside of sexual situations. The hug lasts for another second or two before they pull away, resuming their positions at the bar while Robert watches, drink in hand forgotten. 

“You didn’t answer my question, doll. What brings you around to these parts? Last I heard, you went out west.”

“I did, ran into some NCR soldiers, blew some shit up, hunted down some people. Was good fun, but I heard some rumors that the Commonwealth has an uptick in jobs, so here I am.” 

Hancock’s black eyes gaze her over, licking his lips while MacCready scoffs. “So here you are. Had any luck?”

“Yep, took care of a bounty earlier today. If bounties like that keep coming in, I might make the Commonwealth my home.” Mac’s blood freezes as it all sets in. She’s a bounty hunter. She’s the one he saw taking out the raiders. She’s the one who caused him to lose his job. She stole his kill. He can’t believe this! He oughta draw out his gun and blow a hole in her head. The sound of glass shattering brings the whole bar into silence, drawing MacCready out of his rage only to look around for the source of the shattered glass.

“What’s wrong with you Mac? That was a perfectly good glass!” Hancock chastises, grabbing a towel from behind the bar and moving towards the merc. It wasn’t until Hancock put the towel on his hand that he noticed that he was the one who shattered the glass and was bleeding. 

Charlie’s motors whir in annoyance as he brings out a broom and dustpan, sweeping up the shards off the floor but all Mac can see is the woman right in front of him, confusion written on her face. “That’s going onto your tab!”

“What was that about Mac?”

“You stole my kill.” He points an accusing finger in her face as her eyes narrow. 

“I didn’t steal shit. There was a bounty. Game is game."

“No. I was paid to take him out and you stole that from me.” She scoffs as Hancock backs away, eyeing the two people.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been slow. Maybe then you would have your pile of caps, merc.”

“Woah woah, I don’t need more blood spilt in my bar. Why don’t you two take this outside.” MacCready rolls his eyes as the rest of the bar watches on in anticipation. Why should he have to leave because of some stupid girl. 

Scoffing, he slams some caps onto the table. “Whatever. Good luck trying to get the next one.” With not another word said, he leaves the bar, hellbent on beating the stranger at her own game. 

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He doesn’t know who or why she continuously gets bounty after bounty, but it’s well past the point of him being nice. He’s 0 for 7 and if he doesn’t get one soon he might actually kill her in cold blood. It doesn’t help either that anytime he sees her all he can think about is slamming her against a wall and shoving his dick in her mouth to wipe that smirk off of her fuc-freaking perfect face. 

“Face it Blamco, you’re just too slow. You’re not as good as me,” she comments from beside him at the bar, glass of bourbon in her hand as he scowls.

“Oh wow, you came up with another name. Good for you.” This is how it’s been. Trying to beat each other to a bounty, her eventually winning, him coming to the Third Rail, her following and gloating, him drinking, her teasing him, him scowling more before eventually leaving. Then it repeats.

“Have you ever thought that maybe this isn’t the line of work for you? Maybe you should do something simple, like farming.” Ok, now he’s livid.

“Why don’t you just shut the hell up and leave me the hell alone.” It comes out more soft and depressing than he was hoping for. He was wanting it to sound angry, to be intimidating, but the softening of her facial features tells him that it had the opposite effect.

“Damn MacCready. What’s got you down in the dump? I’m just teasing you.” She places a tender hand on his upper bicep and he can’t deny how nice the contact felt, but he shoves it off, standing up and towering over her.

“I’m sick of you and your stupid teasing. You don’t know how much I need those caps. You’re so selfish, taking all those bounties. Maybe leave some for other people. Why don’t you go back out west where you belong. And God, you’re so annoying. I don’t know whether I should shoot you in the mouth or kiss you just so you would shut the hell up!” She closes her mouth, brows bunched together in thought. MacCready scoffs, downing his watered down whiskey. “What. Don’t you have anything to say now?” 

“You’re such a fucking dick Robert. You don’t know shit.” She sets a bag down on the counter and he can tell it’s full of caps. He watches as she turns to Charlie who hovers ever so slightly, eagerly listening in on the conversation. “When he isn’t throwing a temper tantrum, give him the package.”

“Sure thing Miss (Name).”

“Oh and put his bill on mine. It’s covered.”

“Will do ma’am.” She doesn’t spare him another glance before grabbing her stuff and setting off, leaving the pile of caps on the counter.

“Is she actually just leaving that?”

“She left it for you, wanker. Honestly, your behavior as of late is unsavory. No wonder why you have had no clients.” He floats away for a second before retrieving a box and setting it down in front of the former gunner. “Now are you going to grow up or am I going to have to leave this with me until you fix yourself.” Mac’s curiosity of what lies in the box automatically shifts his mood to tolerable. Removing the lid of the box, his breath catches in his throat. Inside the brown box lies a red syringe with the words “Med Tek: Prevent” printed in white.

“Is this what I think it is?” His heart races as he picks up the syringe. This can’t be it. Can it?

“Miss (Name) went there the other day with Mr. Hancock. Took out the whole subunit of ghouls to bring you this. I do hope you reconsider your abrasive words.” How the hell was he supposed to know that she went to Med Tek to get this cure? How the hell was he supposed to know that she knew he was looking for this?

“Who told her about Duncan?”

“I imagine the same person who went with her.” Hancock. He should’ve known. Grabbing the syringe and the pile of caps, he races up the stairs and out of the building, running right into one of the people he wanted to see.

“Slow your roll MacCready. What’s got ants in your pants?” Hancock’s cool tone questions him as MacCready pockets the syringe, his hands itching in nerves.

“I want to kick your ass so hard, but first, why the hell would you tell her about Duncan, let alone Duncan’s disease? You know damn well that that is none of her business! I trusted you to keep that between us, not to tell some random ass stranger who just happens to be good with a gun. Second, where the hell did she go? I need to give her a piece of my mind.” MacCready makes a move to brush past Hancock, but Hancock is physically stronger and stops the young man in his tracks.

“One, she asked why you needed the caps so bad since you were being a bad sport about a kill and I had one too many hits of jet. Two, good luck finding her. You can be a dick when you’re drinking and pissed off.”

“I had every-”

“Every right to, yeah yeah, but still. She has a heart of gold and maybe if you didn’t have a fire lit up your ass, you would’ve known that.” MacCready calms down in Hancock’s grip, letting the ghoul loosen his hands. “I don’t know where she went, but I bet she doesn’t want to be found. Sunshine is one of those people who if you seriously piss off or hurt, they like to lick their wounds in private.”

“Why would she care what I said? She doesn’t like me.”

“I forget how naive you are, kid. A girl like that doesn’t just hang around people to hang around people. She obviously digs you. Gives her some… competition.” Robert scoffs.  

“As if she needs any, she’s too damn good on her own.” Hancock shrugs, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders, walking him over to Daisy’s shop.

“If you manage to find her, let her know how you feel.”

“I don’t-”

“Mac, yes you do. You like the competition too, and you know it. Now get this cure to Duncan.” Hancock slaps him on the back forcing MacCready forward, hand in pocket.

“Hey Daisy.”

“Hello RJ, whatcha got for me today?”

“I got the cure.”

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It took MacCready a solid month to track her down. Whenever he would get to where she was, she was already gone. Despite wanting to give up and get back to work, he couldn’t drop the nagging feeling in the back of his mind. If anything, he wanted to thank her for getting the cure for his son, but he can’t deny how lonely the past month has been without her presence. 

The gates to Diamond City stand tall in front of him as his stomach tangles in knots. She should be here, he thinks to himself, hoping Hancock’s information is correct. What is he even going to do once he finds her? What is he going to say?

Nodding to the guard, he walks through the entrance to the baseball stadium where the city rests before him. “Well, now or never.” Taking a deep breath, he inhales the smell of Takahashi’s ramen and it makes his mouth water. “What’s a few more minutes?” Sitting down at the makeshift bar, MacCready absentmindedly sticks his hand in his pocket and runs his calloused fingers over the pile of caps. Once she had left and he had delivered the cure to Daisy, Mac counted the caps in the pouch she had left on the bar and couldn’t believe that she would leave that much. It was around 800 caps, which was practically the amount he could’ve gotten had she not collected the bounties before him. “What’s up Taka? Set me up with some of your shima… uh… whatever they’re called.”

“Nan-ni shimasho-ka?”

“Yeah, yeah! That’s the stuff.”

“Nan-ni shimasho-ka?”

“You’re damn right I’ll take two servings!” The robot sets the noodles down in front of him as he lets out a groan. Maybe he’s more hungry than he thought. Digging into the noodles, the real purpose he came to Diamond City slips his mind. Until it’s right across from him, oblivious to his eyes. Slurping down the last bit of noodles, MacCready wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before setting a few caps down, quickly hopping off the stool and rushing towards her. 

Skidding to a halt, he stops a few feet behind her, his blue eyes piercing her back. “Took you long enough to find me Macaroni. Are you always going to stand behind me?” That’s it. MacCready huffs out in frustration, taking large steps towards her as she turns around, a soft smile on her gorgeous face. “Still getting upset over nicknames?”

“Just shut the hell up.” He takes her face between his hands and brings his lips down to hers, the force of the kiss causing her to stumble back, dragging him with her. Needing air, MacCready pulls away, a string of saliva connecting them to each other as he rests his forehead against hers as they catch their breaths, ignoring the way people are looking at them. “Got anything to say now?”

“Kiss me again you idiot.” He doesn’t hesitate as his arms snake around her waist, holding her close to his body while her arms wrap around his neck, fingers tugging at the ends of his hair. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?”

MacCready chuckles, his hand moving lower and lower on her back before resting on the swell of her butt. “Lead the way.”

[sstarfruitt]

Responsibilities

Joe Friday X Reader (SFW)

a friend suggested writing a Joe Friday fic, so this is what I ended up with :)

     “Joe, what do you want for Christmas?”

     “A gun holster, black wingtips, and a belt.”

     “Oh, c’mon, Joe,” you whined, rolling over to prop yourself up on your elbows. Joe set his book down on his chest and looked over at you, his brows lightly furrowed. “That’s it?”

     “Yep.”

     “Nothing that isn’t part of a work uniform?”

     “I’m a simple man, Angel. A good outfit, a fulfilling job, and a happy wife is all I need to be content, and I have all three,” he answered confidently.

     You set your head in your hand, propped up by your elbow. “Awww, but Baby… You could ask for anything in the world and you pick a belt.” You rolled over a little to lay your head against his chest, and looked up into his eyes. “There isn’t anything else you’ve ever thought about? A vacation or something?”

     His eyes gazed back at you thoughtfully, the lines of a furrowed brow still on his face. After a moment, his eyes wandered to the wall. Another moment of silence passed before he finally spoke. “As a kid, I always wanted to take a road trip, go to San Francisco or Monterrey or San Diego. See some of the other things this great state has to offer.”

     You lifted your head and smiled warmly at him. “Then how about I take you to one of those cities for Christmas? Y’know, you could take a few days off. You pick the city, and I’ll do the planning, so all you gotta do is just enjoy the break from the work.”

     “And leave this city down one detective? It’d be irresponsible of me to leave.”

     “Baby, LA will be fine. It’s got Streebek, and it’s got Captain Gannon, and it’s got all those other hardworking people at the LAPD looking after it. I’m sure they can hold it together for a weekend without you, and LA will still be waiting for you when we get back.”

     “But, Angel, this job is my responsibility. I promised I’d always be here to protect the people of this city.”

     “But you also married me, Baby,” you responded. “And I made a promise to look after you. That includes making sure you take time to let your mind rest. Besides… they say an occasional vacation is good for performance.”

     “I suppose.”

     “C’mon, Joe. I know you’re passionate about your job, and you wanna take care of this city. But you gotta let me take care of you from time to time.”

     Joe only smirked at you gently. “Well, when you say it like that… It’s a hard bargain.” he answered gently.

     You beamed happily. “So? You wanna do it?”

     “Only a weekend, no more. And not during the weekend of Christmas, because it’s one of our busiest weekends at the department.”

     At that, you giggled happily and scooted up to press your lips to his. He accepted it happily, his hand gently settling on the back of your neck. You pulled away and panted, “It’s gonna be great, Joe. We’ll figure out all the places you wanna go, and we’ll figure out how to visit as many as we can. It’ll be the best trip you’ve ever had.”

     “I believe it, Angel. I can’t wait.”

[walker-extended-universe]

We Go Down Together, Chapter 1

Relationship(s): Cassie Perez & Cordell Walker

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Kidnapping, Torture, Captivity, Psychological Torture, Grey Flag, Hurt, Hurt No Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Angst, Angst and Feels, Blood and Injury

Summary: An AU in which Cassie was kidnapped along with Cordell. How will Cassie handle the torture? And how will Cordell handle Cassie?

Written for @whumptober prompt 11: Captivity

@walkerverse-bingo square filled: Captivity

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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“Hope you boys weren’t planning on starting without me.”

Trey laughed. “No, we know better. You’d just chase us down when we were least expecting it.”

“Are you sure you want to join us though?” Liam asked. “I mean, we’ve been at this for a year already and our times have only been improving-”

“Don’t listen to him,” Cordell interjected. “He’s just trying to psych you out so he doesn’t end up in 4th place instead of his usual 3rd.”

“Hey, I made second once!”

“Because Trey had a cold!”

Cassie couldn’t help but chuckle, watching them bicker. “Please, I’ll smoke all of you. I was the fastest in my Trooper class three years in a row.”

“Hm, they must’ve lowered standards since I was a Trooper….”

Cassie lightly punched Cordell in the arm. “Ha ha, very funny. Hey, maybe the next time your badge is on the chopping block you should just give in and start doing stand-up at the Side Step.”

Liam groaned. “Nooo, don’t tell him that! Isn’t it bad enough that we have to suffer through his jokes? Why would you subject the rest of Austin to that?”

The brothers started bickering again and they went at it until Trey broke it up. “Come on, let’s be on our best behavior. Wouldn’t want Cassie to think we’re unruly schoolboys.”

She shrugged. “Eh, I already do. But anyway, how does this work? Just first one back to the house gets the hat and the loser buys drinks? Do we keep a hand on the fence until we say go or is it a free for all?”

“Well,” Cordell started. “First we put one hand on the fence….” He waited until she copied his movement before continuing. “And then we….GO!”

He was off like a shot and she was right behind him, laughing as she tried to keep up with him. So he wanted to play dirty? That was fine; she would still catch up to him. She imagined herself snatching the hat right out from under him and taking her trophy home. Maybe she’d put it on top of the bookshelf in the front room, where everyone could see it. Or maybe she’d just start wearing it to work. Yeah. That might be fun.

She was so lost in her head, she almost didn’t notice that she lost sight of Cordell. Almost.

Considering the path they were on was straight (aka, no curves for her to lose him on), that was not a good sign.

She slowed down to a jog, peeking into the brush around the path. Maybe he was just trying to mess with her and he’d jump out any second with that playful grin he used whenever he got away with breaking policy at work. Probably trying to actually psyche her out. She smirked and shook her head. “You can’t fool me, Walker!” she called. “I know you too well!”

She slowed and her smile fell when he didn’t pop out. Unless…. He was still trying to psyche her out? But she already called him out on it. Why wouldn’t he come out? “Come on, I know you’re hiding. It’s not fun for either of us if I know the trick!”

The crack of a gunshot cut through the air and she ran toward it. She pulled her pistol out of the concealed holster in her running pants and kept going until she found the source of the noise.

Walker was on the ground in front of a white van and two men were securing his wrists and ankles in cuffs. She instinctively reached for a walkie she didn’t have and cursed. She didn’t even have cuffs. She was on her own and she was outnumbered. But she had a gun and they weren’t paying attention to her. If she aimed right, she could at least incapacitate them enough to get Walker out of there. If she just…

She froze when a branch broke under her foot.

The man paused after Walker was put down in the van. “You hear that?”

Maybe if she stayed still, they wouldn’t notice-

Something hit her head and the world went dark.

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Cordell felt the rumble of a vehicle under him before he heard the engine. Random bits of soft conversation flowed from the front seat, not that he could make out much of it. He tried to remember where he was, how he’d gotten there. He remembered waking up this morning and setting out his clothes for Stella’s graduation. He remembered prodding Liam out of bed for their daily run. He remembered meeting up with Cassie before the race.

He remembered someone grabbing him off the trail and punching the wind out of him before he could react. He remembered getting a shot off before something hit him in the back of the head.

He carefully opened his eyes, just enough to see what was right in front of him. He was in a van; he had no idea how long they’d been traveling, or where they were now. He could see duffle bags, rope, guns, and-

He nearly gasped when he saw her. Thank god he stifled it in time.

Cassie was laying against the far wall of the van. She was cuffed just like he was and had a sizable bump on her head. And she was waking up.

He watched her open her eyes and take stock of the situation, just like he had. Her eyes went wide when they landed on him. “Walk-”

“Shhh. Don’t talk,” he whispered. “Whatever they do or say, don’t react. Play dead.”

She clamped her mouth shut and nodded.

They hit a small bump in the road and the van started to slow down. Cordell gave Cassie a look and closed his eyes, hoping she would follow suit.

The van jerked when it finally came to a stop. The doors open, sending a warm breeze into the stuffy van. Their captors roughly grabbed at Cordell’s face and he felt a blindfold slide over his eyes. So they weren’t going to kill them right away but they wanted to keep their location secret for when he and Cassie “woke up”. Interesting.

He was dragged out of the van by his arms; he heard them pulling Cassie out shortly after. Asphalt changed to concrete under his feet and he was hauled up to his feet to navigate the stairs. From there, he was dragged down a labyrinth of hallways until they stopped and dropped him, leaning him against the bars of a cell. Through the small gap under his blindfold, he saw them bring Cassie in and rest her against a different wall.

“Can’t believe we got two for one. The boss is gonna be happy with us.”

“Just be glad we got this one.” A pair of dirty boots stopped in front of him. “So this is the war hero, huh? I thought he’d be taller.”

The men talked for a bit longer before leaving him and Cassie alone in their cell. Once the men were out of hearing range, he spoke up. “You okay?”

“I’m sore, blindfolded, and Liam’s not buying me any drinks anytime soon, but other than that, I’m fine.” Cassie huffed. “Who were those guys? And where are we?”

“Those are two great questions I don’t have answers to,” Cordell muttered. He reached forward with his hands, feeling along the floor. “Maybe we can figure out the ‘where’ on our own. Do you hear anything over there?”

“...Dripping water. And I think there’s sunlight behind me; I can feel it.”

“So definitely above ground. Somewhere abandoned but not condemned. A place that can be maintained….”

“You got all that from sunlight and dripping water?”

Cordell smirked. “What can I say? I’m good at my job.” It also wasn’t the first time he’d been kidnapped but that was a story for another time. “Anyway, there’s about 100 specific locations we could be but I’m willing to bet we’re still in the Austin area. We weren’t in the van for that long, though I’m not sure how long we were out….”

“Right,” Cassie agreed. “I’m sure James and everyone are already working on finding us. We’ll be out of here soon, right?”

“We’ll see,” Cordell said. “These guys know what they're doing, but so does James. We just need to hold out for a bit.”

Their conversation was cut off by footsteps heading their way. Cordell went back to pretending he was out and signaled for Cassie to follow suit. The longer they were “out”, the more information they could get.

“I know you’re awake,” the new person said, kicking Cordell’s foot. “Do you know why you’re here?”

Cordell saw the boots, the stance. Definitely ex-military. Probably all the guys that took them were. “Let me guess- you wanted to join in on our race and got jealous that I was winning.”

The blindfold was ripped off and- yeah that haircut was definitely ex-military. The guy loomed over him for a moment then took off Cassie’s blindfold too. “Do you know why your partner’s here?” he asked her curtly.

She shrugged. “I mean…. Just based on the vibes I’m guessing this is some kind of revenge plot….”

The guy smirked. “Not exactly.” He went back to Cordell. “Boss wants to talk to you; this could clear things up.” He lifted Cordell by the cuffs and dragged him out of the cell. Cordell turned to look over his shoulder to see Cassie try and get up and follow him, only to be stopped by a leash on her ankle. These guys really were professionals.

Cordell was both surprised and not by his meeting with the leader, Sean He didn’t expect it to come so soon, nor did he expect it to be someone he didn’t know. He’d been thinking this was some elaborate revenge plot too, so seeing some random person was odd. But he wasn’t surprised this was some kind of domestic terrorist thing. His whole spiel about how the system was broken and they needed to tear it down and start over again was a bit boring and expected. Aside from the bit about his wife, but he was trying not to think about that.

On the way back to the cage, the warning Sean left him with echoed in his mind. The meeting was a courtesy, he’d said. If Cordell didn’t decide to work with them of his own accord, they were going to take more drastic measures. He didn’t want to think about what that meant. Hopefully, James would find them soon and they wouldn’t have to worry about it.

Just outside the door for their little cell, he heard a commotion and his stomach dropped. He should’ve known they wouldn’t just leave Cassie alone while he was out.

His new prison guard buddy got a good hold on his cuffs before opening the door, like he was preparing for a fight. And he was right to.

Cassie was hanging by her cuffs from a hook in the ceiling of the cage. Just as the door opened, she screamed as they shocked her in the side with a cattle prod. Based on the number of bruises Cordell could see, they’d started this a while ago.

He grit his teeth and pulled against the guard’s hold but didn’t fight too much. He didn’t need to make the situation worse than it already was.

They got one more shock in before they left and it took everything in Cordell not to lunge at them as they passed each other.

He was taken to the opposite side of the cage as Cassie and given a leash of his own. A leash that stopped him halfway across the cage so he couldn’t try and comfort Cassie. “Are you okay?” he asked stupidly.

Cassie groaned and slowly stood up. She held her right side, which had more bruises. “I’ll be fine,” she hissed, taking shaking steps toward him.

“Don’t do that,” he said. “Save your strength. You’re gonna need it.”

Cassie nodded and quickly sat down. “Yeah, yeah, okay….”

His hands flexed uselessly at his side. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna figure out a way to get us out of here,” he promised. “We’ll be fine. I’m good at my job, remember?” He tried to smile. She tried to smile back. 

Neither of them did a good job.

[wandering-night19]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag @jesuisici33

I wrote 2.5k in that last two days for this fic that is trying to be the death of me...

“Judd!” TK isn’t sure who yells, him or Paul. Maybe both of them. Paul catches Judd under his arms and helps lower him to the ground. He’s clutching at his thigh. TK takes a moment to breathe, glad it wasn’t his abdomen or chest or his head. 

He’s frozen in place, terrified to try and go help for fear the prisoner will shoot again. Paul is helping Judd apply pressure. It’s hard to gauge how bad it is from here, but it doesn't seem to have hit an artery.

“Let me help him, please,” TK begs. 

The guy laughs, but nods his head and gestures with his gun. “Yeah, okay, go on.”

As TK walks over he has the terrible thought that maybe he’s going to be shot in the back. If he is, there’s nothing he can really do about it. But he’s worked himself into quite a state by the time he’s kneeling next to Judd, heart pounding in his ears and palms almost too sweaty to pull on his gloves.

“Hey, Judd.” He unzips and opens his pack, grabbing the trauma shears. He cuts along the seam of Judd’s pants to a couple inches above the wound. The bleeding is steady, but not pulsating, so no artery. He feels for an exit wound on the other side and sighs with relief when he finds it. “All the way through,” he tells him.

Judd lets out a shaky exhale. “What’re the chances we don’t tell Gracie this happened?”

“Pretty sure she’s going to notice a hole in your leg, big guy,” Paul reasons as he gives his shoulder a pat. Judd leans his head against the wall with a sigh. 

“I don’t think you need a tourniquet because it doesn’t look like it hit an artery and we also don’t know how long we’ll be in here. Do you trust me?” TK asks, already knowing the answer and grabbing what he needs out of his medkit. 

“Of course, but I don’t like that you’re askin’ me.”

TK grabs one of the smaller ET tubes, one they’d use on a pediatric patient.

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” Judd questions as he watches TK attach a 10 ml syringe to it before inflating and then deflating the balloon that’s near the tip. 

“It’s a bastardization of a balloon tamponade for use during traumas. Usually they use a foley in the ER, but we don’t carry those.”

“You’re gonna put that in me?”

“That’s the plan.”

Judd looks like he wants to argue, but then changes his mind and gives a quick nod. “Alright, then go ahead and do it then.”

TK doesn’t bother telling him it’s going to hurt—they’re all very much aware of that. He feeds the tube into the wound made by the bullet. Judd lets out a strangled yell before clamping his jaw shut tight. Paul helps keep him upright, letting him squeeze his hand as TK works. 

Once the tube is in a few inches, TK inflates the balloon and waits to see if the bleeding stops. It does. He gives it a gentle tug to make sure it stays in place. He cleans the blood from around the wound with gauze and saline before pulling the tube taut to create tension and taping it down on Judd’s thigh. Next, with the help of Paul, he places gauze on either side of the wound before wrapping it.

“There,” he says as he finishes taping his dressing. “Good as new.”

Judd’s breathing is still a bit fast and shallow, but the color is returning to his face. “Yeah, kid. Sure.”

Sorry it’s a bit long, but there wasn’t a good cut point. Anyway... tagging @rosedavid @ramblingdisaster73 @whenshereads @heartstringsduet

[rpmemestorehouse]

Until Dawn Real-time Fandub Starters: Part 1

Change wording as needed

“Oh my Goood, it’s so fucking cold in herrrreee!”

“Are we seriously complaining about how cold it is right now?”

“Oho this is gonna be so fucking funny.”

“There better be some goddamn blankets in here.”

“Hey, I’m not a blanket but maybe I can keep you warm.”

“Whoa! That guy was straight-up looming! I wish I could loom like that...”

“You have pants?”

“You told me it was Shorts Sunday!”

“I heard there were pants in here!”

“It was for a prank video! Come on!”

“I gotta loom at somebody!”

“You’ll teach me how to loom, right?”

“I didn’t bring my phone! It was in my other pants!”

“This is a really long high-five...”

“Are you gonna laugh at me for wearing pants again?”

“Grab my stinky hand!”

“You see, that’s a joke there. I like to try and play a trick on people when they come into my office, lighten the mood a little.”

“My real name is [Own Name]. They got my name plate wrong.”

“Well, with my 10-step plan, I’ll be happy to go plumb the depths of your sad, scared little mind, and see what makes you...tick, as it were.”

“I noticed you don’t have much of a sense of humor.”

“I don’t speak corn.”

“Oh so NOW you’re a funny guy, huh?”

“It’s going to be a long, and arduous, couple of weeks.”

“Who talks to screens? Maybe you can! With this new video series.”

“I’m not gonna answer that. Not look like an idiot.”

“When those girls died? That was funny.”

“A Butterfly Affect appears when your actions have changed the narrative of the game.”

“WH- HELLO?!”

“I love Animal Crossing!”

“Check it out! I have this gun. It’s really really cool.”

“I’ve just been playing a lot of Among Us recently, I’ve just been really trying to get good at lying, but the thing is I yell so much so that they think I’m lying.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so hungry.”

“Where are we going, anyways? We, I-I was just kinda following, following you.”

“Are we going somewhere safe?”

“Why did you hit me?! That hurt so much!”

“I’m sorry, I’ve - I’ve been in jail, for a while.”

“Alright, just gotta make sure I packed all of my equipment. Uh, I packed the USB interface, I packed the...did I pack the shirt, or...”

“I gotta get the precision!”

“This is my Smash invitation, and frankly I deserve it!”

“You don’t have to butt in to every conversation.”

“Jesus. Everyone is so rude.”

“What is this, Rude Mountain?”

“I just got my lips unstuck.”

“I can’t believe you brought me all the way up here.”

“I’m here to be rude to people.”

“As a gamer, I know exactly all about Among Us.”

“ ‘Sus’ - it’s used when someone is suspicious.”

“I think I just want to, lay down, and sleep.”

“That’s pretty cringe of you, buddy!”

“They don’t, carry packages, I haven’t unlocked that skill yet.”

“Eh, you know what? I have two arms. So, I guess I can carry both of them at the same time.”

“You got the bag carry skill?!”

“It’s a very expensive perk.”

“Hey babe, you wanna go, and, record a vlog with me? In my expensive studio?”

“See, aren’t my pranks as good as Markiplier?”

“You better pay me back that fucking quarter.”

“Mmm, I love hugging. This is as far I as I know.”

“Wait wait when did they get the hugging perk? I haven’t gotten the hugging perk!”

“She won’t even hug me!”

“I wasted all my points on two-arming!”

“Yes, there’s, there’s a lot of grinding, I won’t say it’s worth it.”

“You see, that’s what I think of your problems as, they’re just some kind of joke.”

“Gender isn’t real.”

“I think you have some very strange misconceptions about, you know, publicly perceived notions about masculinity and femininity.”

“That’s the only reason I bought this metronome, is to make people feel bad about not being able to play the piano.”

“Your insurance isn’t covering these sessions, by the way.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I made it up to Rude Mountain, only to be discovered by, rude people.”

“I did not pack warm enough for this.”

“We can send like, aura to each other, y’know, like, uh, vibes.”

“You’re not believing the vibes? You’re not believing the aura?”

“And really I miss my Xbox more than anything, so...”

“[Console exclusive] is like the only good game on it!”

“Have you ever heard of the Kinect?!”

“I don’t guess, I know, I never guess anything, I know everything, I do the math.”

“Why am I getting hurt so much?! I think I’m okay, I think I just hurt all of my bones...”

*from the other room* “DID YOU SOLVE MY WOLVERINE PUZZLE?!”

“This is place is kinda big, and, cold.”

“I’ll show you what this two-hand perk can do!”

“Save the fight until I have the camera ready, okay?!”

“Hello? Are the recording demons out there? They always mess up my takes.”

“You should trust me, I have Gold Play Button from YouTube. That means a million subscribers.”

“Hey look at this! It’s a view!”

“Here, let’s take a picture!”

“Framing is not your strong suit.”

“I was born in a lab out of a tube.”

“I think you’re in the Corridor of the Monkey!”

“Next, you go to the Papaya Room and solve the puzzle!”

“I should have known coming to, Rude Mountain would have made you worse as a person.”

“If you throw that at me, I’m gonna flip my goddamn lid.”

“You want some snow, BITCH?”

“Oh shit they don’t have my bath salts here!”

“Water’s lookin’ a little green, that’s just the way I like it.”

“Hey [Name], did you make sure that the, that you put the mud in the pipes, right?”

“Did the ghosts take my friends again?”

“I’m actually half-ghost.”

“It’s the vibes. Once you get connected to the vibes, you kinda die.”

“Only if you ask *very nicely*, say please, and accept the Pact of the Vibes.”

“I’m kind of working on the Curse of Rude Mountain right now, I kind of want to dispel that so we’re not dicks to each other this whole trip.”

“Drama is necessary for content.”

“I had a fucking dragon egg in here, and they fucking stole it!”

“God I’m feelin’ the Rude Mountain effects.”

“Oh God why did I high-five with a scalded hand?!”

“[Name] you gotta be nicer to yourself.”

“You know, your self-deprecation’s not getting you nowhere.”

“We’re in Rude Mountain I’m not nice to anybody.”

“You gotta be nice to yourself or else it’s gonna get us!”

“I lost my hearing in the war, but I felt it.”

“Quickly, use a psychic blast on it!”

“I do dig the wizard robes you’ve got now.”

“I’m gonna level with you: I hate being the same room as you.”

“Aahh, hello patient. I see you must have woken up by about now.”

“You like philosophy, kid?”

“You ever heard of the Ship of Theseus?”

“I know a little place down by the bay...”

“This isn’t a proper Luigi board, I mean there’s no ‘yes’ or ‘no’, you can’t say ‘goodbye’ - you’re gonna get fucked if you can’t say goodbye to a ghost!”

“I can get fucked? FINALLY!”

“Well I’m the only one in the group who knows how to read, and that’s the only reason you invite me to your parties.”

“Could you read me another bedtime story please?”

“I got some Sonic comics, but uh, they’re Ken Penders era so it’s not gonna be very good.”

“I don’t think I can stay here. I’m a Gemini, and I know my vibes don’t go with Libros.”

“THAT WAS A HEALING SPELL?!?”

“I can be as rude as I want and I can say it’s the mountain’s fault because we’re on Rude Mountain.”

“I don’t care about your agency.”

“I’m casting a hex on you now.”

“Oh, my god, I-I have so much trouble with doors.”

“Telling them the vibes made you do it won’t hold up in a court of law.”

“The nose is off.”

“Not like you’ve ever done anything on purpose in your entire life, you fucking hack.”

“Would you look at the time? It’s time for me to rip you a new one again!”

“I love runnin’ through the forest like a fuckin’ weirdo.”

“Would dropping be so bad? No, let’s go - ow it was bad!”

“The thrill of the hunt has gotten my adrenaline pumping high. I don’t feel any pain.”

“I didn’t see a single draugr in that cave!”

“Hey funny voice! Fuck off! Please!”

“It’s a Saw trap, you dumb piece of shit!”

“I will live on in the vibes!”

“PERISH IN A FIRE YOU HORRENDOUS BEAST!”

“Get your smelly, sweaty hand off of my fucking face.”

“Wow. We’ve had an uneventful day so far.”

“Are you charging a super attack [Name]?”

“You’re just not receptive to my methods.”

“So that’s it. Our partnership is over.”

“You had your chance. Go home.”

[icarusthelunarguard]

This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter. Better yet! Check out “Heart of the Game, Fredonia” - they can sell you those D12’s with the symbols on them! Get in contact with them on Facebook, shipping to the U.S. only, and tell them “Shujin Tribble” sentcha. “Hail, Hail, Fredonia!” Home of the Blue Devil!

There’s nothing to be done about it - we HAVE to give you Halloween Costume ideas. It’s a contractual obligation now. But nobody ever said they had to be GOOD ideas! So we’re taking you down a rabbit hole of costumes that COULD be done in a “Sexy Mode”... but, really-really shouldn’t be.

Aries 

AH, N.Y.C.! Remember how The City That Never Sleeps had all kinds of image problems over the decades - with people associating 42nd Street as being Hooker Central? Well you’re not going there - you’re going about 5 meters under it! Say hello to your costume, “Sexy Pizza Rat”. Not only can you look that one up, but apparently nobody copyrighted the term, “Pizza Rat”. So This Week… If you CAN still find an older version of this costume, wear it! And if you run into some other Pizza-Centric Sewer Animals of the Ninja Variety, pick a fight with em! And remember… hot pizza oil can cause, at best, only 1st degree burns. Not enough to win the fight, but it’s all about sending a message, right?

Taurus 

There are a lot of costumes where you can just slap a little padding on it to make it sexy and just call it a day. Well, we’re not sure how you’re about to make this work, but… You’re getting the “Pretty Pencil Costume”. Yeah. A literal stick of wood is being anthropomorphized into having boobs and hips. Why on Earth do you companies need to make inanimate, non-mammal things sexy? So This Week… Pencils are not sexy. They should never be made to look that way. Hell! Why did you even want to BE a pencil in the first place? Do we need to schedule an appointment with your therapist again? ‘Cause we’ll do that for you.  

Gemini 

Most of these costume ideas tend to be for the more curvaceous bodies, but this one is specifically going out for the butch amongst you. Plan on finding the “Sergeant Short Pants Sexy Cop” Costume and hope for a warm Trick or Treat evening. Anyone familiar with the show Reno 911 knows this costume is supposed to be Lieutenant Jim Dangle, but it’s nowhere NEAR short or tight enough to pull it off. So This Week… If the Hot Cop outfit doesn’t work for you, you could always just wear your UPS Driver uniform. You look like you’re ready to deliver ALL the packages in that anyway.

Cancer Moon-Child 

The pencil before was a flat 3D object turned sexy, but what about turning something 2D into a costume? Well, look no further because you’ve been given the “That Solves That Cartoon Character” Costume, aka Sexy Velma! Listen, you can do sexy Velma and still wear a sweater, I promise! Keep warm, it's chilly out there in late October! So This Week… Remember, Velma never carried a gun. Do NOT wear a Bullet Bra under whatever sweater you decide to wear. Plus orange really isn’t your colour. Trust Us!

Leo 

Your costume, by design, does not come complete and accurate to the source material. And when you’re dealing with The House of Mouse, it’s probably a good idea to not piss them off in a highly visible way. With that warning done, you’re getting the “Snake In My Boot” Costume, aka Sexy Woody! We can hear some of you hooting like you’re a middle-school kid learning for the first time that you can type, “8-0-0-8-5” on your calculator, turn it upside down and see something naughty in the display. What this costume is lacking, besides enough material, is a pull-string on the back. So This Week… Seriously, you knew the numbers we read off were wrong? You’ve been out of high school HOW long now? Grow Up!

Virgo 

Speaking of “5-8-0-0-8”, we’re just going to tell you straight up… you’re getting a “Giant Boob Costume”. It’s just what it sounds like: it’s a giant apron with an oversized cloth BOOB on it. Just one, though! We’re not trying to get you picked up for Lewd and Lascivious Behaviour or anything like that. So This Week… We all know the type of guy who would wear this, and you do not want him at your party. They’re the type to tell you that the material it’s made from is called, “Felt.” As in, “Felt Up A Boob In Public”. Tell them to get a better costume before you’ll let them in for the party. 

Libra

Look, this one is tough on us all. If we tell you what the name of it is, you’re not going to picture the right thing, so just hold your disappointment at bay. Your costume is the “Pink Baby Doll” Costume and it’s literally getting you dressed up to look like a Kewpie Doll. So it’s got a giant bonnet and oversized diapers with a giant safety pin in it… So This Week…  NO! You know what? I'm not even gonna say it! If you can’t return or exchange that costume, then just wear your street clothes with a shirt that says, “This Is My Costume.” It’ll be FAR classier. (*Underbreath*) Jesus Christ, man…

Scorpio 

Listen, we have no problem with pun costumes when the pun is good - which, yes we understand there’s an argument to be made about Good Puns vs Bad Puns. But the costume has to be more than just a body-hugging dress with the pun PRINTED RIGHT ON THE FRONT IN TEXT. That's just lazy! Your costume is the “Tater Thot Costume”. Yeah… “Sexy Tater Tots”! Just… HOW?! So This Week… Honestly, Scorpio, just… Holy hell, man. We don’t even know you anymore. How about going to something simple like, we don’t know… maybe Elasti-Girl? She’s a right-proper Thot, right?

Sagittarius 

Seriously, we don’t know where you all come up with this stuff. OK, another 2D to 3D character called, “Fab in the Lab Sexy Cartoon Character Costume”... aka Sexy Dexter's Laboratory! We have just one thing to say about this. JUST ONE… So This Week… Who came up with this and where can I find them? We just wanna talk with them. Repeatedly. Re-Pea-Ted-Ly!

Capricorn 

Now we’re talking! We’re getting you a character voiced by Boris Karloff back in the day, so you KNOW this is going to be an actual monster! So check this one out! Yours is called the “Mean One Sexy Movie Character Costume” - meaning you’ve gotten the Sexy Grinch. (*Long Pause*) Isn't the original Grinch sexy enough for you!? (*Long Pause*) So This Week… You were looking at Jim Carrey’s Badonk in the Grinch Movie, weren’t you? Yeah - you’re getting that costume and we’re going to Hot Glue Gun the zipper in place until you learn your lesson. Bad Capricorn! BAD!

Aquarius 

Here’s your chance to be mistaken for “Sexy Willy Wonka”, which, to our credit, there doesn’t seem to be one for sale. You’re getting the “Keep It Pimpin' Costume”. So a “Sexy Pimp”! There are many, many things that are problematic and wrong about this costume, but one of them ISN’T the boots, cane, and the choker that says "SEXY"on it. So This Week… Yeah, Purple might not be your colour, but at least this costume comes complete for you. So… maybe it’ll be worth it? Learn how to twirl a Swagger Stick.

Pisces  

You’re going super old-school with one of the great sexy characters from mythology and we’re actually jealous! You’re going with a Satyr! And wow, there’s so much to dissect here. How about we just centralize on the most obvious part; the lower half of the body. We found the listing from “ChaosCostumes” who make the “Creature Feet Hooves with Faux Fur Pants and Leggings” and they look amazing! Trouble is that part ALONE runs about $325 US Dollars! So This Week… When you said if you won the lottery you wouldn’t say anything but there would be indications, this was NOT what we expected. We’re proud of you, but you could have told us! How about you trust us next time.

And THOSE are your Horrible-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know - or check out the Ko-Fi page ( https://ko-fi.com/icarusthelunarguard )! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, Discord, and BLUESKY.

[indigolover97]

We Hid In The Shadows

Chapter 4: Daydream

As the months pass, Jin becomes more and more agitated. His fits of rage now hold new power as he’s able to take down their men with ease. It’s only the members of the Inner Circle that stand a chance against him. Even though it’s irritating for Hoseok to play babysitter, he has to admit that he’s proud of Jin’s progress.

“I’m not going on another dead end mission!” Jin barks, tossing the file onto the table angrily. “You can’t keep ending me away just because I point out the holes in your plans!”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, Seokjin!” Yoongi growls, plunging a knife into the wood of the table. “I’ll put you in a fucking coma if you don’t step in line!”

“Stop damaging my table!” Namjoon barks before Jin can retort, pulling the knife out of the wood. “The pair of you need to get yourselves together! We’re not going to find Jang-ssi’s killer this way!”

“We’re not going to find him at all, if you keep bringing on useless hackers!” Jin shouts, throwing a knife at Namjoon’s head. Hoseok catches it mid-air and glares at Jin, the man huffs and sits down in his seat with his arms crossed.

“It’s not my fault that they’re all liars,” Namjoon huffs, giving his brother a grateful look. “But that doesn’t mean you should just kill them! You’re starting to piss off our allied companies!”

Jin rolls his eyes, “Then why don’t you just bring on that Vante person that everyone keeps talking about. Every single hacker we bring on seems to mention him.”

“We already sent in a request to the Hwarang Boys,” Yoongi huffs, standing from his chair. “We’re waiting for an answer, apparently there’s a waiting list. It’s going to take a lot of convincing to put us at the top.”

Jin sniffs indignantly as Yoongi stomps out of the room, picking his knife back up when Hoseok slides it to him. “He can’t be that good.”

“Believe me he is, I don’t know how the Hwarang Boys have kept him on their payroll.” Namjoon mutters, following closely behind Yoongi’s retreating back.

Hoseok rubs his face tiredly, “What exactly is your goal by pissing us off, Jin? We’re the only ones that are going to help you.”

Jin glares at him, “I could find him myself! I don’t need any of you to help me!”

Hoseok pulls his gun out of his holster and slides it down to Jin angrily, “Fine then! Go and get your sorry ass killed! We’ll bury your body next to your father when they dump it on our doorstep!”

Hoseok’s hands shake as he leaves the table, he catches himself on the doorframe as the tremors begin to wrack through his body.

“I really need you to stop doing this to me,” Jin huffs, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s waist and pulling him to his firm chest. Hoseok grits his teeth as Jin gently moves them down to the floor as his body shakes in his arms.

“Stop pissing me off then!” Hoseok pants as the tremors die down and he lays slumped against Jin’s chest. “My body can’t handle all these emotions on top of a horrible sleep schedule!”

Jin huffs and pulls Hoseok’s sweaty bangs out of his face, “Stop drinking so much whiskey then, I’m sure it’s not helping.”

Hoseok huffs as he tries to bring his breathing down to a normal level, he sighs as Jin’s croaked fingers brush through his hair. “I get that you’re angry Jin, but can you please tone it down a bit. I can’t keep fighting with you and keep my brother from driving himself into the ground. Yoongi and I are barely keeping the company together as it is, finding Jang-ssi’s killer is our top priority, but it isn’t our only one.”

“Sorry,” Jin mutters quietly, leaning his head down on Hoseok’s shoulder. “There’s something else bothering me right now and I’m taking it out on you guys. I’m sorry, Hoba, I know you’re doing a lot to help me.”

Hoseok sighs and reaches a hand around to pat the back of Jin’s head, “Just take it out in the boxing ring or the shoot range next time. I’m tired of sending apology letters to our allied companies for sending back their hacker with a bullet in their brain.”

Jin huffs but nods against Hoseok’s shoulder, the pair just sit there for a moment taking deep steady breaths together until Hoseok’s body stops trembling slightly.

“Can I ask what’s bothering you Jin?” Hoseok asks, laying a hand over top of the arm across his chest. Jin sighs into Hoseok’s shoulder and slumps against the wall behind them.

“It’s going to have to be another secret between us, do you really want to keep so many from your brother?” Jin asked, peeking out of the corner of eyes over at Hoseok.

“Namjoon has his own secrets, we may be brothers but we’ve learned over the years that we don’t need to tell each other everything.” Hoseok says softly, tilting his head to look at Jin better. “And keeping what’s bothering you to yourself is obviously not helping, so you need to tell someone, Jin.”

Jin sighs heavily, “I have a younger brother, I had to leave him with a friend of mine when I came here. I didn’t want him to be around our mother while she’s in a drug coma, he keeps asking me to come home. The longer I’m here, the more I worry that my excuses for being away aren’t going to work.”

“How old is he?” Hoseok asks, not bothering to ask for the boy’s name. He knew Jin would want to keep his brother away from this world, even to the point of no one knowing his name.

“He’s twelve and follows me around like a little puppy,” Jin chuckles fondly. “This is the longest I’ve been away from him, other than when I was at school but even then I’d visit now and again. He doesn’t understand why I can’t now.”

Hoseok hums in acknowledgement, “We’ll find him soon Jin, we’ll bring him to justice. I wish there was something I could do to help you.”

“This is enough,” Jin murmurs, tightening his arms around Hoseok’s body. Hoseok pats his arm and relaxes into Jin’s hold, hoping that Yoongi doesn’t come across them until Jin is ready to get off the floor.

“I thought you were going to take it easy!” Jin grunted as he blocked Hoseok’s swing at him with his bamboo katana, the wood of the blades clanged together the wooden sound echoing off of the sparring room.

“I am taking it easy,” Hoseok counters, dodging Jin’s charge at him with a simple side step and moving to swipe at his back, Jin blocked it as he quickly turned to face him again. “This is basically meditation for me.”

“In a world of guns and bombs, why did you choose a sword as your main weapon?” Jin huffs, flipping over Hoseok’s swipe at his feet and swiping down at him as he landed back on his feet.

Hoseok smirked as he watched Jin dance around the room with him, dodging and countering his moves with ease. “You’ll always need a silent way of taking down your enemies, there’s no gun in the world that can kill as quietly as a blade. And a swordsman can use any weapon at any time, marksmen are limited if they only focus on that skill set.”

Jin huffed as Hoseok slowly backed him up with his swipes towards the tall pile of gym mats, he back flipped and landed on top of them. Pointing his blade down triumphantly at Hoseok, “I have the high ground now, Hoba. You have no chance of beating me.”

“You underestimate my power, Jin.” Hoseok teases, kicking at the pile of mats causing them to tumble to the ground and forcing Jin to roll onto the floor to avoid the fall. Hoseok had his blade against Jin’s neck before he could rise, “Like I said, my young padawan, you still have much to learn.”

Jin smirked at him and gestured down with his eyes, Hoseok looked down to see Jin’s blade pointing at his heart. He bursted out laughing as he dropped his blade and helped Jin off the floor.

“It seems you’ve proved me wrong,” Hoseok chuckled, patting Jin’s shoulder before moving to return the practice blade to its stand. “You’re training with me might truly be over now.”

“Don’t break my heart now, Hoba.” Jin teased, setting his own blade down above Hoseok’s, handing him some water. “I’m sure your other trainees have been able to get the jump on you before.”

Hoseok scoffed, looking over at Jin with raised bows, “How long have you been here Jin?”

“Five months, but I don’t see how…”

“How long do you think it takes my trainees to get the jump on me? Especially with my weapon of choice.” Hoseok challenged, taking a sip of his water as Jin crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know. If they went through the same training as I did, maybe seven months.” Jin guessed, shrugging as he looked confusingly at him.

“Three years,” Hoseok answered, smiling as Jin gaped like a fish. “Don’t let it get to your head, Jin. The only reason you’ve been able to get there so fast, is because I’ve never once held back with you.”

Jin stared at him for a moment before glaring, “How the hell was that useful? No wonder I struggled so much in the first month! Why would you do that?”

Hoseok looks at him for a moment, before sighing. “Does that promise to keep secrets between us stand with what I’m about to tell you?”

Jin looks at him oddly as he nods, “If you trust me enough to tell me, I’ll keep your secrets.”

Hoseok smiles at the echoed words, before it drops from his face. “I had a purpose in my training with you, ever since I learned that you were Jang-ssi’s son. It seems hypocritical of me to accuse you of having a death wish, when I do.”

Jin’s eyes widen and his arms drop to his sides as Hoseok turns away from him.

“I’m just as guilty for Jang-ssi’s death as Namjoon is, the day they left for that meeting I should have gone with them. It seemed suspicious to me that they only asked for Namjoon and Jang-ssi, but I didn’t press when my brother told me to stay behind.” Hoseok says quietly, staring up at the wall of katanas that hung across the wood panels. “It never should have been Jang-ssi to jump in front of a bullet for my brother, it should have been me. That’s my job, that’s my role in the Bulletproof Company. To be the shield in front of my little brother.”

Jin’s footsteps came behind him and he slowly placed his arms around Hoseok from behind, “You couldn’t have known what would happen that day.” He whispered against the back of Hoseok’s head.

“No, but I should’ve been there,” Hoseok whispers hoarsely, placing both of his hands onto Jin’s arm around his shoulders. “You don’t know Namjoon like I do Jin, you don’t know what he’s been through under our father. I made a promise to myself to stand next to him, to protect him from everyone and I failed.”

“He would have been more broken if it had been you who died for him,” Jin countered, squeezing him tightly. “I can be angry at that man and know that he needs you in his life. You don’t see how he watches for your approval of things. Yoongi is his hyung and his Second, but you’re his big brother. He wants to protect you as much as you want to protect him.”

Hoseok hung his head as Jin’s words pierced through his heart, “I trained you to be the only person in the world that I’d face and not be able to come out the other end. If we ever met as enemies, Jin, that would be the day I die.”

Jin huffed as he laid his head down against the side of Hoseok’s neck, “Don’t piss me off then, I’ll give you real hell Hoba.”

Hoseok chuckled wetly, squeezing his hands on Jin’s arm. “I’ll try not to, but you have a short fuse. It probably won’t take much to put me in the ground after I steal your gun oil.”

“That stuff is fucking expensive,” Jin huffed, his breath tickling the back of Hoseok’s neck. “It’s criminal that they sell it for that much! It’s not like it's liquid gold!”

Hoseok laughed as Jin continued to vent about the prices of the underground market, shuffling in the man’s arms as they walked out of the sparring room together.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

what if you let them all in on the lie? (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i am not lying to you when i say storm warning is the only series i’ve ever finished in a timely manner. it’s the power of cowboys. i kind of fucked up the ages a teensy bit so just.. ignore that. author oversight

summary: Rooster learns the truth. 

title comes from kelsea ballerinas “homecoming queen”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | storm warning masterlist | forget what you’ve been told | but i’ve found that time can heal most anything

folks who wanted to be tagged: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp​ @shanimallina87 @abaker74​ 

warnings: swearing, death of both parents, mentions of cancer, kissing, a handful of allusions to sex if you squint, gross overuse of italics

word count: 4,108

He sighed, moving the coffee cup up to his lips as he listened to his friends chatter. They’re discussing their plans for their last day, leaving the small town early tomorrow morning. 

He can feel Hangman’s eyes on him, their relationship back to being tense ever since whatever he had going on with Hangman’s girl ended. He hasn’t seen them together since he ended it with her but he assumed they were just trying to keep it on the down low, not hurt his feelings any more than they already did. 

He hears footsteps on the stairs, eyes drifting to the figure of Hangman’s girl. She’s in a pair of pajama pants, Navy blue with shooting stars, and a black t-shirt with her high school’s name on it. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes, yawning as she turns the corner and her eyes lock with his own. Swallowing, he looks away, not wanting to talk to her. He can sense Jake standing up but is greeted with the sound of the front door shutting just a few moments later. 

Looking back over, he watches Hangman sit back down, sighing and rubbing a hand over his eyes. He takes a sip of his coffee once more. 

“The two of y’all still fighting?” 

“Yes, of course we are, Em.” Hangman snaps. He almost raises an eyebrow at this, sure they were back together.

“Wasn’t asking you Seresin.” His gaze flickers up to catch Emma’s, realizing she’s talking to him. He doesn’t respond, just stretches out his arms as he moves to cross them. “Shame. Dating one of Jake’s friends severely decreased his chances of being stabbed by his little sister.”

Payback lets out a laugh. “What does Hangman’s little sister have to do with Rooster?”

Hangman- Hangman has a sister?

Tyler threw his friend a confused look. “That... that is Jake’s little sister.”

“Rooster’s been running around with Jake’s little sister.” Madison confirms as he feels his stomach begin to sink.

He’s fucked up. 

“You have a little sister?” Fanboy asks, sitting a little straighter from where he’s sprawled out on the floor. “I didn’t know that.” 

“I did.” Coyote says, leaning back against the couch. The group collectively turns to their attention to him.“You mentioned her once in passing a few years ago, when your Mom...” He trails off, looking around the room. “You know.” 

He very much did not know. 

Coyote clears his throat. “Anyways, she looks a lot like you, actually now that I think about it.”

Phoenix eyes grow wide as she turns to look at him. “Oh, you’re stupider than I thought you were Bradshaw.”

Now that’s not fair.

“Okay, no- hang on for a minute Phe, up until two minutes ago I wasn’t even aware Hangman had a sister. I thought she was his ex-girlfriend for Christ’s sake!”

Hangman makes a noise in the back of his throat. “That’s disgusting Bradshaw, this isn’t sweet home Alabama.” 

“Do you blame me Seresin? The two of you haven’t gotten along since we got here!”

“I wonder why.” Emma scoffs, rolling her eyes.

“Shut up and mind your business Em.” Hangman shoots, eyes narrowing at the girl. 

“You made it my business.” 

“Actually, Ty made it our business when he convinced us all this was a good idea.” Lucas says, appearing in the doorway, the sound of the front door shutting following his words.  

Tyler startles. “Don’t put the responsibility all on me, Madi agreed to having them here.” 

She shoots her boyfriend a glare. “You were the one who came to me Ty and had I known this is how it was going to go, I would’ve told you to tell Jake to keep his ass back in San Diego.” 

“Et tu, Madi?” Hangman asks, huffing out a dry laugh. She turns to him. 

“Your little sister is hurting Jake, and somehow, you fail to see that.” 

“No, I see it, but I don’t know why.”

“Oh that’s bullshit Jake.” Riley says, moving off the couch. 

“What is going on?” He mouths to Coyote, watching the ranch hands fight. Coyote gives a half shrug, looking every bit bewildered as he feels. 

“The reality is Jake, that you know exactly how you’ve fucked up. But instead of taking responsibility for it, like a man, you’re cowering your way out, pretending like you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“I’m not- Ty, back me up here.” 

“I don’t disagree with them, Jake. I just thought... I thought that if the two of you were in a room together, after ten years, maybe you could sort your shit out.” 

“Ten years?” Coyote exclaims, eyes widening as his head swings towards his best friend. 

“Been longer than that at this point.” Emma mumbles. 

“Maybe she’d forgive me if she didn’t have Em in her ear, talking her out of it.” Hangman shoots, words dripping with venom. It’s one of the only time he’s seen Hangman’s attacks not be carefully crafted, precise, meant to needle their exact target. It’s messy and angry and all too personal. 

“You know what, fuck you Seresin. When you take off again, and you will, because that’s exactly the kind of person you’ve proven yourself to be, it will be me picking you sister back up again. You leaving shattered your sister once, Jake. I don’t think she’ll survive a second time.” 

A silence settles over the room as Emma leans back against the back of the couch, tongue pressed in her cheek. “Em-” Hangman tries, voice much softer this time. 

“And you know what, no one wants to say it, but it’s time someone addresses it. Your Mom is dead. Your Dad is dead. Your sister was here. And where were you?” 

“Emma, you can’t-” Tyler says, but she turns to him.

“Can’t what? Say the truth? It’s about time someone did. Because I mean, fuck his sister right, if he gets to be out, traveling the world for the Navy, right? Fuck her, if it means he gets what he wants.” Emma sighs, standing up from the couch. “Go the fuck back to San Diego, Jake. Do what you do best and leave. But do me a favor this time and stay there.” He watches as Emma moves out of the room, pushing past Madison and Tyler to disappear into the kitchen. 

He looks over to Hangman, who is looking down at the floor, eyes glassed over. “Jake, she’s just looking out for your sister, she doesn’t-” Lucas says as Hangman stands up, setting his hat back on his head. 

“Yeah, I know.” He says, voice gruff as he slips past Riley, heavy boots sounding against the wood as he walks upstairs. He flinches as a door slams shut and he looks back to Phoenix. 

“Phoenix, I am so sorry your engagement trip has been bogged down by all this petty sibling drama. I should’ve- should’ve expected this.” Tyler says, catching his team’s attention. Phoenix shakes her head. 

“It’s okay.” She says softly. 

“I just thought- I thought maybe they could change things. But I was wrong and I’m sorry because I know y’all came out here to celebrate the two of you.” 

“No, it’s okay. Bob and I- we get it. It’s fine, please don’t worry about it.” Tyler nods absentmindedly, like he doesn’t quite believe her. Phoenix swings her head to look at him. “And how are you going to fix this Bradshaw?” 

He shakes his head. “I’ll admit that I fucked up, but it’s not worth it. It was never realistic anyways.” She stares at him as he pointedly avoids her look, taking another sip of his coffee. There’s a long pause between the two of them as he continues to count the chips in the peeling paint of the ceiling. 

“You’re not letting this go, are you?” Halo asks, a hint of laughter in her voice. 

“Absolutely not.”

“Phoenix, how would I even begin to fix it?” 

“Groveling would help.” 

“Phoenix-”

She grabs his arm, pulling him to his feet. “C’mon Bradshaw, you’re gonna go grovel and explain to your girl that you’re a moron, and patch this right up.” 

“Can I at least finish my coffee first?” 

“No.” She says, grabbing the cup from him and setting it down on the table with a little more force than necessary. She all but drags him out of the house as he can do little but follow her, walking towards the stables. 

He briefly catches the sight of her talking to Bob, still in her pajamas, as she paces barefoot. She catches sight of him and Phoenix and pauses, chest heaving. 

He shoves his hands into his pockets, suddenly feeling a little silly. “Hi Cowgirl.” 

You cross your arms. “You have an eavesdropping problem.” 

Bob locks the stall door they had been at and moves to Phoenix, slipping his hand into hers. “We’re gonna go back inside. We’ll see the two of you in there, yeah?” 

“Remember what I said Bradshaw! Don’t want to see you again till you’ve groveled!” Phoenix shouts over her shoulder as she leaves with Bob. He looks up at the roof of the stables, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. 

“Can’t believe I’m a grown adult being lectured by my friends.” 

“Kind of think you deserve it.”

He doesn’t disagree.

“We should talk.” 

You nod. “Yeah, let’s talk.” The two of you walk out of the stables, settling at a picnic table not too far from them. It’s old, the paint peeling, and he takes it as a good sign when you settle next to him instead of across from him. 

“I- I should start by saying I’m sorry. I, kind of stupidly, thought you were Hangman’s ex.”

“So I’ve been told.” You murmur quietly, picking at the skin on your fingernails. 

“He’s just- he’s never told us about a sister so I didn’t even- and well, I- I liked you a lot.” 

It’s the first time he’s said the words out loud, really contemplated the fact that he liked Hangman’s sister quite a bit more than he originally anticipated. 

“Liked, past tense?” 

“Like, present tense.” He corrects, taking one of your hands. “The thought that you might end back up with him- it scared me and uh, I didn’t want to be the pawn in whatever was going on between you and him.” 

“You were never a pawn. My issues with my brother remain the same but I’m not the type of person to just... use someone in that way.” 

He swallows, nodding as he squeezes your hand. “I believe you. I should’ve asked, but I didn’t, I assumed, and I’m sorry.” 

You shake your head. “It’s okay, I figure I could’ve said something but- when someone hurts you deeply like that, it’s just- it’s hard to explain.” 

“I get it. Trust me, I get it.” 

If anyone understood betrayal, and the anger that came with it, it was him. 

“You know, he wasn’t here. My mom died of cancer when I was a freshman in college and he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here when I graduated from UT. He wasn’t here when Dad died. He left me alone and it’s been years and I just- He got out, got to see the whole goddamn world, and I was here, stuck in this shitty little country town, playing ranch hand until I died.” His grip on her hand tightens as he looks down at you. “I didn’t- I’m so tired of having to be the perfect one, the one to keep it together. To be the one to stay.” 

“Hey, you don’t have to anymore. You’ve got quite a few good friends in there and for what it’s worth, I’m here too.” 

He’s not entirely sure you processed his words as you shake your head. “Well, anyways, I’m sorry you and your friends got caught in the middle of all that.” 

He shakes his head, turning to press a soft kiss to your forehead, choosing to let it go. You let him, leaning into his side. “Don’t worry about any of that. What matters to me is if this between us is still fixable.” 

You look up at him. “I hope it is.” 

He nods as he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Unlike the other times he’s kissed you, it’s slow, more meaning rather than passion. The feeling he felt that first night he met you is back and he knows he’d be a fool to walk away again. 

You pull away first but don’t go far, leaning your forehead against his own. “I wish we had more time.” You whisper, barely reaching his ears. 

“Me too.” He presses another kiss to your forehead. “We’ll figure something out.” You look up at him. 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, confirming. “Yeah, if you want to put up with my dumbassery, then I’d be a fool to let you out of my sights again.” You let out a light laugh.

“Oh Bradshaw, if you only knew.” 

It’s you who initiates the kiss this time, hands finding the edges of his flannel to pull him against you. He breaks the kiss, ducking his head. 

“We should get inside. Shower. Start the day.” 

You snort, leaning your nose into his cheek. “Yeah, showering. That’s what we’ll be doing.” 

-

Phoenix grabs your arm as the group makes their way back inside the house, returning from their last night celebration. It was originally meant to be just their team but Bradley had asked you to come along, and Phoenix and Bob had just smiled and said the more the merrier. 

Jake was noticeably absent the whole day and didn’t make an appearance the whole night. 

You watch the kitchen door shut behind Bradley as you turn to face her and Bob, who are both smiling at you. “Hey, so what’re you doing a year from now?” 

You shrug, slipping your hands into your back pockets. “Probably here. Why?” 

Bob and Phoenix exchange a look. “Well, we wanted to formally invite you to our wedding.” Bob says, eyes gleaming with a hint of nerves. 

You raise an eyebrow, suddenly struggling to breathe. “I mean- yeah, if you want me there, of course I’ll be there.” You say, words coming out in a breathless rush. 

Phoenix smiles wide, reaching over to pull you into a hug. “”M so happy to hear that, because we’ve all enjoyed getting to know you.” You smile as you hug her. 

“Thanks for letting me into the group.” 

“Well, Bradley seems to really like you so we’d best be keeping you around.” You laugh as you turn, pushing the kitchen door open. Your friends are there and your brother is leaned up against the stove. You hop on to the counter to sit next to Bradley and smile at him as he hands you a beer from the fridge. There’s a silence as Phoenix and Bob take seats at the table that continues as you all sit there. 

“We should talk before I leave, kid.” Jake says softly. 

“I don’t really think I have anything left to say to you Jake.” 

He sighs. “Kid-” 

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? That name was reserved for someone who cared about me, something you haven’t done in years.”

“That’s not true.”

Your eyes widen. “It’s not? Okay, did you care when you left with no goodbye? Did you care when your little sister was left all alone with our abusive father? Did you care when you didn’t call when Mom got sick or when you didn’t show up for her funeral? Is it caring, hm, to show up after more than a decade of radio silence? What the fuck about any of that is caring?” He doesn’t say anything and you take that as a cue to continue. “No, the only person you care about and look out for is you, Jake. What you fail to see about all of this, isn’t just the fact that you left. It’s the fact that you didn’t come back.” 

“What would you have me done? You know just as well as I did that I was not welcome back here.” 

“You could’ve called. Picked up the phone. Showed up after Dad died. Not left your 15 year old sister alone in this godforsaken house. God, Jake I know. I grew up here too. I know what it was like, but you have had chance after chance to fix things. To reach out. To say hey, I’m sorry for leaving and letting everything fall to you and carry lifelong burdens starting at the age of 15. But you haven’t done any of that. Instead, you skirted your responsibilities and left me here to carry the weight alone, to be stuck and pigeon-holed in this life I don’t want, just so you could get out. I had to bury our mother alone Jake.” 

He sighs, crossing his arms. Another silence falls over the room as he thinks over your words. His voice is gruff one he does speak. “Okay, kid, I hear you and I’m sorry. I am sorry. I can’t imagine what that was like, what this has been like, for you and I would like to fix it.”

You huff, sliding off the counter. “Too little, too late Jake.” The kitchen door swings shut behind you as you walk through the house to the front door, wanting to escape to the porch swing and night air. 

You all but collapse on the swing as the front door slams shut behind you. It’s not long that you’re out there alone as the screen door creaks open again, revealing Bradley. He wordlessly walk to the porch swing and you move to allow him to sit next to you. He doesn’t say anything as he opens his arms to pull you close and you take the invitation, crawling into his side. 

You aren’t sure how long you sit there with him, the porch swing gently swinging from the force of him rocking it as you sit curled into his side. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” You finally say, unsure what else to say about the exchange you and your brother had had. He squeezes your shoulder. 

“’S okay.” He doesn’t say anything more as he begins to rub soft circles into your shoulder. There’s another pause as you look out over the vast emptiness of the driveway and night sky. “Do you think you’ll ever forgive him?” 

You shrug. “I don’t know if I can.” You whisper, a fear unfurling in your chest that you may not ever be able to forgive him. “I’ve been angry for so long that- I don't know if I know how to not be.” 

He doesn’t stop his movements as he nods. “I understand.” There’s another pause as he moves you to be able to look into your eyes. “He is sorry though. Genuinely.” 

“I- I just- I’m his sister. I deserved more.”

He nods again as he reaches on of his hands out to cup your face. “I agree.” 

“And you know, it’s not like it’s all been shitty. I have great friends, a good job, and I haven’t hated home as much since Dad died. But I’ve always wanted more. I never got to have more because of the choices he made.” 

“What’s stopping you now?”

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean, your Dad is dead. You have no more tethers here. You could... get out. Take the chance to explore the world.” 

You’re quick to shake your head. “No, I’m- My time, my chance, to have more has come and gone. These people need me and my place is here.”

He sighs, crossing his arms. “I just think you’d be happier if you stopped being afraid of taking the risk to seek more.” 

You swallow, unsure about how to respond. Your chest ached at the thought of leaving this place you had so long called home, with these people who you’d known all your life. But what made your chest ache even more was the thought of never getting out. Of staying here, because he wasn’t wrong, that you were afraid. Of not seeing the world, of never knowing more than this. 

“I’m terrified.” You finally admit softly, hoping the words will be lost to the night. “I’m terrified that I’m not as bright as I think I am, that I won't be as good out there as I am here, that I’ll walk way like he did, and not have a home to come back to, just like he did.” 

Bradley pulls you close once more. “Don’t worry honey, I’ve got you. I’ll be right here in case you fall.”

-

The morning chill sweeps through you as you hug Bradley, not wanting to let go. 

“This isn’t goodbye.” He whispers into your ear, as the pilots stand around you, getting their bags loaded in the cars and saying their final goodbyes. “It’s just see you later.”

You nod. “I know.” You swallow, not wanting to cry again in front of this boy you met just a handful of days ago. “Just gonna miss you.” 

He pulls back to cup your face. “Hey, I’ll still be here, just a phone call away. I’ll see you before you know it.” 

Last night, long after your conversation about Jake had passed, you and Bradley discussed the two of you. Where you went from here. While not ready to label things quite yet, you both agreed that you weren’t planning to date any one else moving forward. You guys had time to figure the rest out. 

You had all the time in the world. 

“I know.” You whisper softly as he leans down to kiss you. 

Kissing never seems to stop taking your breath away. It’s full of words neither of you know how to say just yet. You cling to his UVA sweatshirt as he pulls away. His eyes flicker over your shoulder and he straightens up. 

“Sorry, it’s your brother.” You glance over your shoulder to see Jake standing off to the side, eyeing the two of you with a hard look on his face. “You gonna say goodbye?” 

You sigh. “Probably should, shouldn’t I?” He nods. 

“Think that’d be best.” 

You take a step back, Bradley letting you go. You turn, walking towards your brother, who raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. You stick out your hand, offering him a small smile. “Don’t be a stranger, Jake.” He eyes your hand as he sighs, taking it and pulling you into a hug. You blink, feeling tears sting your eyes at being this close to him after so many years. “You stay safe out there, okay?”

“Same goes for you kid. No more horse-related injuries.” 

“No promises.” You whisper, squeezing his shoulders as he laughs, pulling away.

“Alright pilots, let’s hit the road. Y’all gonna miss your flight if we don’t head out.” Tyler says, shutting the trunk of one of the two cars, Riley and Lucas taking the other. Jake squeezes your shoulder as he walks towards the car, pulling Tyler into a hug. Emma and Madison come to stand behind you as Bradley jogs over, pulling you into one last kiss. 

“For the road.” He whispers. You smile into his lips. 

“Stay safe, Cowboy.” 

He presses a kiss to your cheek as Phoenix calls out for him and he turns, heading towards the car. Emma wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into her side as the cars pull out of the driveway. The three of you wave goodbye, watching them pull down the path. Madison wraps an arm around your waist as you stand there, even after they’ve driven away. 

“You gonna be okay?” She asks. You shrug.

“Just hope it’s not the end.” Emma squeezes your shoulder. 

“Even if it is, we’ll be here. And if not, if this is the door to the rest of your life, then we’ll still be here.” You smile, wrapping your arms around the two girls to pull them into a group hug. 

“Y’all want pancakes? ‘M starving.” Madison says after a moment, stepping back from the hug, and you nod as the three of you turn towards the house. Emma keeps her arm around slung around your shoulder as you walk through the creaky screen door. 

“Hey, for the record, I’m expecting my invitation to the Seresin-Bradshaw wedding.” She says and the three of you burst out into laughter, your soul feeling a little lighter. 

Maybe this was it. 

[darling-i-read-it]

Husband

Nicke Goode x fem!reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: murder, being okay with murder, kinda…overal sadism kinda. I don’t condone what nick did or this fic. It’s fiction and I obviously would never condone this in real life 

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy dear <3 I’m glad I was able to actually write it instead of just talking to you about it lol. Also if you think you can get a better crack at this please do! I would love to see what your take on the idea would be. 

Requested: by @russian-soft-bitch, Can I possibly send you the idea we discussed as a request? If not, that's okay 😌Ziggy and the kids asked you to help kill nick, and you're like yeah of course, and then you just trying to kiil them with an ax, saying something like 'I didn't realise you never noticed that he's my fucking husband'

Thank you, I love you 😌✌️

Summary: the request 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

There were so many things happening in Sunnyvale that you barely even noticed the recent string of murders. You had to run different events and Nick was practically keeping up with all this stuff. It was his job to deal with the Shadysiders. It was your job to make sure Sunnyvale continued its reputation. 

You did however notice he was gone more often. Ever since you had gotten married he had made it a staple to make sure he was home at least three days out of the week. There wasn’t a lot of crime on your side of town and honestly, most of the Shadyside crime was petty teenagers. It had been years since there was a serious offense. 

“I’m slightly worried about this,” you said. Nick was standing at the edge of the couch, thinking hard. He had already sent the next person for his whole devil worshiping thing. You had found out about it a month into your marriage but you never thought you would live to see the day it was enacted. “You didn’t choose someone inconspicuous.” 

“I didn’t think…it’s never inconspicuous. It’s murder,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “I’ll deal with it. Don’t worry.”

“It was clean cut back in the 70s, yeah? This isn’t clean cut.”

“I’m aware. This is the first time I’m doing it by myself.” 

“You’re not by yourself. You have me.” He gave you a small smile and nodded. 

“And I’m grateful for that.” The phone rang. You both turned your heads to it. You pursed your lips and let out a sigh. 

“You should get that.” He shook his head. 

“I know what it is. I’m gonna go out there. You stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” He had a one track mind. He was already grabbing his keys to leave. You let out an annoyed sigh and flopped down on the couch. The stress was eating you alive. You sat there and you got up and you paced and you sat back down. All until the phone rang again. You walked over and picked it up this time, needing to do something. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi, is this Y/N Goode?”

“Yeah, whose this?” 

“My name is Deena. I really think we need to talk.” 

-

Deena and Ziggy explained everything to you. You promptly acted like everything was a surprise. They told you their plan and that they needed you to lure Nick into the mall for everything to work. You went along with it. You were flying by the seat of your pants and needed an out. 

The mall was set up with lights and blood and weapons. And you were ready for Nick to show up. 

“I’m sorry this happened to you. He fooled me too,” Ziggy said quietly, giving you a compassionate look. You cleared your throat. 

“I’m sorry too. About your sister.” She nodded once. 

“We need to end this.”

“We sure as hell do.” You cocked back on the shotgun you were holding and readied yourself. 

It wasn’t long before Nick walked through the doors. He looked around, hands at his side, one resting on his gun. You met his eyes and he met yours and there was an ounce of miscommunication you didn’t want to have. He was illuminated by black lighting, his concern drawn over his face.

“Ziggy?” Nick asked gently. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Ziggy took a step forward. She opened her mouth to speak. You pointed your gun up at her back as she stood in front of you. 

“Nick duck,” you muttered. He didn’t even think about it. He dropped to the ground. The blood fused water guns shot right above him as you put the cool front of the shotgun against Ziggy’s back. “You seemed to forget. That’s my fucking husband.” 

“I’m going out the back door,” Nick said, passing you. 

“Are they coming?”

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re safe, don't worry. Meet me in the car.” You nodded and he brushed your shoulder as he went. 

-

Nick was waiting for you in the car by the time you got outside. You jumped into the passenger seat, breathing heavily, now unarmed. He turned quickly and kissed you harshly. You breathed in his breath. 

“What’s that for?” you asked.

“I thought for a second you had turned on me.”

“Please. They have a pretty good case but not that good.” “I also told you to stay at the house.”

“You would’ve been dead without me. Just thank me Nick.”

“Thank you.”

“There you go. Now drive.”

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Cute & Nerdy- Dean Winchester x Nerd! Reader

Warning: I’ve never done an ‘x Reader’ fanfic before so don’t judge. Don’t like, don’t read.

It was no surprise that Dean Winchester had a crush on Y/N. She was cute, a great hunter and she had no problem being herself. They first met her in a Vampire Nest and, to their surprise, she wasn’t scared. She was smart and she obviously had a plan. By the time the brothers got there, the Nest was cleared out.

“Holy shit…! Are you a Hunter?!”, Dean asked. Y/N nodded and said, “And these Vamps were pretty stupid. They didn’t search me for any knives, or even my gun”. Sam smiled and said, “Well, good job”. She smiled back and then put her weapons away before saying, “I hope I see you both again~!” Dean hummed and said, “She’s cute…”. “Aww… someone’s gotta a crush”, Sam teased. “Shut up!”

And Sam turned out to be right, especially when she started living with them. He quickly found out that she was a nerd and that made her even more attractive. Usually, he wouldn’t have a problem asking a girl out… but this was different. “Dude. You’re in love with her”. Dean gave his brother a look and said, “No, I’m not!”

The door to the Bunker opened and Y/N ran down the stairs, humming to herself. “Woah! You look different!” “Yup~! I decided to dye my hair F/C. What do you think?”, she asked. Sam smiled and said, “I think it looks great. Fits your whole aesthetic. Dean?” The older Winchester just nodded and said, “Looks great…”. But inside, he was screaming. ‘She’s too goddamn cute!’

“Also, I have a side job at the nearest Comic Book Store”. Dean choked on his drink and said, “You do?” Y/N nodded and said, “We need to get money in somehow. I know it’s not much… but it’s something”. “That’s very responsible of you Y/N. Thank you. We really appreciate it”, Sam said. She giggled and said, “The owner even gives me some of his product to be put around my room. Isn’t that awesome?”

“No! No, it’s not!”, Dean shouted as he stood up. “It’s obvious that this man wants to get in your pants!” She blinked in confusion. “Why would he do that? I mean, I’m not exactly—!” He stood up and grabbed her arm before walking out into the hall. “Smooth Dean, real smooth”, Sam mumbled to himself as he tried to find a case for them.

The two walked into the ‘Dean Cave’ and Y/N asked, “What’s going on with you?!” “Okay, you listen to me. It’s obvious that this man finds you attractive and is trying to get into pants by bribing you with things you might like. And that’s dangerous!” She frowned and looked down, then he lifted her head up. “Look, I’m not saying you should quit. But— dammit!”

He walked away from Y/N and rubbed the back of his neck. “Dean, what’s going on with you? You’ve been acting strange lately”. “Because I like you Y/N!!! That’s why!!! And… the fact that other men look at you with lust in their eyes, just pisses me off. But, you don’t seem to notice!” She walked up to him and said, “Maybe because I don’t care about them…”. “What are you talking about?”

She giggled and her cheeks turned pink as she grabbed his flannel and pulled him in for a kiss. Dean’s eyes widened in shock, but then he slowly kissed her back, pulling her close. Once they broke apart she said, “And you call me blind”. He stroked her cheek and chuckled. “I suppose I am. I love you Y/N, I really do”. She smiled and said, “I love you too, Dean”. Then they hugged each other.

“Okay… when’s your next shift?”

“Tomorrow. Why?”

The next day, Dean walked into the Comic Book Store and Y/N waved at him as she sorted out the comic books. He looked at the Funko Pops, when the Owner asked, “Can I help you?” “Yeah, you can…”, Dean said before walking up to him. “You’re gonna leave my girlfriend alone. Or else”. Then Y/N hugged his arm. “Damn… your girlfriend sure has a—!!!”

Dean punched him and shouted, “Look at her like that again and I’ll put holes in your knees! Understand me?! Do I make myself clear?!” The owner nodded as he felt blood run out of his nose. “Asshole”. Dean then walked out of the store and said, “You be careful, okay? I think he gets the message. Call me if anything else happens”. She nodded and kissed him, before saying, “Thank you, sweetie”.

END