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lupismaris · 4 years ago

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For the requests silver flint Hamilton adopting a cat?

(aahh i loved this thank you!!! it got a bit long so I’ve put most of it under a readmore but I hope you like it!)

Silverflintham in my general modern au.

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“What’s this?” Silver asked, digging through the grocery bags that now littered the kitchen counter.

Flint was busy sorting through the day’s mail, tortoise shell reading glasses perched on his nose, brow furrowed as he read over a dinner invitation for himself and Thomas.

“What’s what?” he asked, tossing aside the invite and shuffling through bills.

Silver rolled his eyes and slid the stack of high end tins of cat food across the counter until it was in Flint’s line of sight. He knew that if he went down to the first floor he’d find a large bag of high end kibble to match, likely resting by the patio door.

Flint looked up, saw the cans, and snatched them off the counter. “Nothing. Just- for the shelter-“ he muttered as his ears started to burn.

“The shelter you send a check to once a month and whenever they ask?” Silver clarified, perching himself on the edge of the bar as Flint tucked the cans of food in the back of a cupboard. “That shelter?”

Flint scowled at him. “Yes for that shelter, they put out fliers asking for supplies alright? Figured I’d drop some off on my way to work tomorrow,” he snapped. There was very little bite to it, it was rare that Flint ever truly got annoyed with him.

“And it’s not for the slowly growing cat colony you totally aren’t feeding out in the alley each night?” Silver asked in a sweet voice.

He’d known about the stray cats in the neighborhood almost from the beginning of his relationship with Flint, how he’d keep a bag of food at the bar in case any of them came to the kitchen door, how according to Gates he’d managed to trap a few and get them to a rescue. He hadn’t found out about Flint’s unofficial colony of strays, however, until he had moved in. At present Silver guessed it was only a handful, four or five adult cats who were either content being feral or just waiting for the right home.

Flint liked to think he was subtle, that he wasn’t so obviously sneaking out each night before bed to leave food and water in the alley, to make sure the little cat boxes another neighbor had built were in tact. Silver let him believe it, though he couldn’t be sure whether or not Thomas knew about his husband’s unbearably endearing hobby.

Silver laughed softly at the flustered and indignant look on Flint’s face, the flush in his cheeks making his freckles turn ruddy. He reached for his hand. Flint took it without hesitation.

“It’s kitten season,” he said softly, not meeting Silver’s eye, “and that always means a few more strays on the streets. The little ones need different food, more calories so they put on the proper weight. That’s all.”

Of course Flint would be thinking about the kittens. Of course. God Silver had fallen in love with a truly ridiculous, wonderful man.

“I’m only teasing. You’re awful sweet,” he said, pulling Flint in for a kiss. It was enough to soothe Flint’s bristly demeanor, though he was still a bit flustered when he pulled away with a muttered ‘am not.’

Silver hooked his arms around Flint’s middle and tucked his face into his neck, purring slightly when Flint leaned into him and went back to sorting the mail. “You are. Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your husband might though.”

Flint huffed a laughed and kissed Silver’s curls. “Oh without a doubt. Speaking of, he home yet?”

Home, that was still taking some getting used to.

“No but he did say he’d be a bit late today, last minute student meetings or something.” Silver said against Flint’s throat, pausing to mouth a bit at the hinge of his jaw. He could feel the vibration of Flint’s soft rumble of content and he nipped the soft skin below his ear.

“Well dinner won’t take long, I can fridge the duck for now, wait till it’s closer to supper time.” Flint’s voice held a note of mischief to it. “I’m sure we can think of something to entertain us in the mean time.”

Silver smiled against Flint’s throat, lifting his head to kiss him. “Oh I have a few ideas.”

Flint chuckled into the kiss, pulling back despite Silver’s whine of protest. “I’m sure you do. Help me finish the chores, pup, and you can tell me just what kind of ideas you have hm?”

As if Silver could say no to Flint, in his reading glasses and half buttoned shirt, his hair pulled back in a messy bun so the well trimmed undercut was visible.

They got the groceries put away, the ingredients for dinner prepped and stowed in the fridge, the duck legs braising in the oven, and when Silver thought he’d finally be able to get Flint at least to the sofa to make out like twenty year olds, Flint instead asked him to follow him down to the garden.

He took Silver out to see where he left the food for the cats, no longer keeping up the old pretenses that he was keeping it secret. Three of the cats were lingering in the alley when they stepped out of the back gate, a big black bruiser of a cat with a clipped ear and a few scars on his muzzle. He didn’t like silver one bit but he went right up to Flint as if greeting an old and cherished friend. The other two were younger, long haired domestics Silver would’ve guessed.

“Those two are brothers I think,” Flint told him, as the one with a white belly and rusty brown spots came over to inspect Silver, the other with tabby markings watching warily. “They’re new, oddly friendly, which means they likely had a home first.”

“Poor things,” Silver murmured, letting the two cats inspect his hands. He noted that they didn’t have their ears tagged. “Are they much younger than the others?”

“Probably only a year or so old, I’d guess. I was waiting for them to get a bit bigger before trying to take them to a rescue, so they can get fixed and all their shots and stuff. I could trap them rather easily I think but the closest shelter is overwhelmed right now.”

Silver nodded, setting out a bowl of food for them to share. “This explains all those random scratches you keep coming home with,” he said flatly, relishing the way it made Flint laugh.

Half an hour passed and Bruiser, as Silver now called him, trotted off to do whatever it was stray cats did. The brothers were happily playing with each other, tumbling and rough housing down the alley.

“You know, I’m surprised you haven’t just…” Silver mulled over his words as he and Flint went back inside, pulling the garden gate closed behind him. He was too focused on Flint, and his own thoughts, to double check if the latch had caught properly.

“Brought them inside?” Flint offered.

“Yeah. I’ve only just met them and I find myself considering how to convince Thomas we should adopt them. Well, I dunno if Bruiser wants to be adopted but the others-“

Flint shrugged, leading the way up the back stairs to the deck that extended from the back of the kitchen, leaving the glass door cracked a little to let in the cooler evening air. “Between you and me, Bruiser is about a week away from being adopted by the little old lady on the next block. I was seeing him less and less and got worried but it turns out shes got a whole set up for him. I’m sure it won’t be long before she gets him inside and he refuses to leave. The others though… I dunno I guess I’ve always had strays and never an actual cat. We had them back in Padstow, and in Camden, in Manhattan, and even when I was stationed abroad. There were always strays.”

Silver considered him, following Flint into the kitchen and again perching himself on the bar. “You knew how to take care of strays but the concept of being their forever home scared you.”

It took a moment for Flint to reply. Silver watched him roll up his sleeves, tattoos vibrant in the golden hour light that filled the kitchen. He watched as he washed his hands, pulled out the prepared ingredients for the duck sauvage and rabe he was making, and set to work.

“I never felt stable enough to have a pet,” Flint said as he coated the pan in butter. “Not even when Thomas and I were first over in Manhattan, once he’d recovered from the accident, it just- there were too many risks, too many variables. We already had so much on our plate, between his recovery and the bar that any pet we did have wouldn’t get the attention it needed.”

He set the seasoned duck breasts in the pan and let them cook, stepping away to pour them each a glass of negroni from the pitcher he’d made the night before. “I refused to adopt an animal only to risk neglecting it. So, once we moved here I found the local ferals and the people with their own colonies and did what I could.”

Silver nodded, taking the drink and the soft kiss that came with it. “And now? Since you both seemed so settled here?”

Flint smiled fondly at him. “I was too busy making sure I could bring you home for good to think about pets.”

For an asshole, Flint really was an unbelievably sappy romantic.

Silver felt himself blushing, knew he must have been from the way Flint’s smile sharpened a little before stealing another kiss. “I suppose thats fair.”

They looked up at the sound of the front door and sure enough Thomas’ voice echoed down the hall. “I hope you two aren’t fucking without me again.”

“Do blow jobs count?” Silver called back as Flint flicked his ear, the sound of Thomas’ laughter preceding him.

“Whatever you’re cooking smells divine,” Thomas said, joining them in the kitchen. He looked tired, his carefully styled hair a bit ruffled from the wind and his fingers toying with it, his shoulders heavy with a full day of lectures so that he leaned more heavily on his ornate walking stick than he had that morning. Silver watched as he pulled Flint in for a kiss, noting the way his body began to relax and shed the stress.

“It’ll be ready in forty minutes, if you both can stop distracting me,” Flint teased, kissing his husband’s cheek before turning back to the stove. “How was your day?”

Thomas groaned, moving around Flint to greet Sliver with a kiss hello. “Don’t ask me that till I’ve had time to process it. Exam season approaches with it’s usual misery.” Silver managed to steal a few more progressively dirty kisses before Thomas pulled away with a hum. “Hello pet.”

“Evening Professor,” Silver replied sweetly, feeling a thrill at the way Thomas’ blue eyes darkened at the title. “Need some help freshening up before dinner?”

Thomas laughed, though he looked like he might be considering it, and took a sip of Silver’s drink. “No, no, best save that for after dinner. I’m just going to go wash up down the hall.”

Begrudgingly Silver let him go, moving to sit in one of the bar chairs so he could watch Flint cook more comfortably. For short time the kitchen was quiet, save for the sounds of food cooking and Flint occasionally muttering to himself.

Then, suddenly, they heard Thomas’ voice in the hall.

“Oh- oh my goodness hello precious! Oh hello just look at you-“

Flint looked up from the stove top with a frown that Silver returned. They listened a moment long as Thomas cooed and made soft little noises, the kind someone made when talking to a cat, for example.

There was a moment of silent realization as they stared at each other. The glass door to the deck was still open.

“Did you make sure the gate was closed?” Flint asked, already moving to clean his hands.

“In theory?” Silver replied, scrambling off his stool and out into the hall.

Thomas sat against the wall with the white and brown stray in his arms, the cat purring loudly and rubbing himself all over Thomas’ shirt. His brother was sniffing curiously at Thomas’ shoes, though upon seeing Silver, he trotted over to him with his long fluffy tail held high. Silver crouched down as best he could without his prosthetic, holding out his hand to the cat who greeted him happily.

“You didn’t tell me we were adopting kittens!” Thomas said in bewildered delight when Flint finally joined them, the poor man staring at his two partners in equal disbelief.

“Uhm.”

“They were curled up in the parlor! They woke up when I came in a suppose and they followed me over to the bathroom- where did you get them? They’re such angels oh my goodness-”

“It’s a bit of a story, actually.” Silver held back his laughter as the more skittish brother crawled into his lap, Flint’s face growing more and more overwhelmed, and more and more flushed as he watched.

“They’re uhm. Strays.” Flint finally managed to say. “From the neighborhood. I must’ve left the gate open, and the- the deck door was- they must've slipped in while I was cooking-”

“Oh you saint of a man,” Thomas said, getting carefully to his feet with an armful of cat. “Were you feeding them? Of course you were, thats a ridiculous question isn’t it. Have they had their shots? Oh we need to find a vet, schedule a visit. And they need baths, and a groomer too I imagine. Do we have enough food-” his voiced trailed off as he went back to the kitchen to search the cabinets.

Silver looked up at Flint with a fond smile.

“Guess I brought a few extra strays with me, huh?” he asked, holding out a hand so Flint could help him up.

It got him a weak laugh, Flint helping him carefully to his feet and greeting the cat in his arms. “Looks like it. Though I don’t think any of you are strays anymore, what with a home like this and all.”

Silver tried not to think too hard about the way his heart ached at Flint’s words, leaning in for a kiss instead. “Go finish dinner, I’ll help Thomas get these two washed up.”

The cat in his arms lifted his striped shaggy head and nuzzled into Flint’s beard a moment, as if to reassure him and Silver watched as any possible argument Flint might muster vanished in an instant.

“Good thing I bought that extra cat food, huh?”

#my fics #silverflinthamilton #@zacklover24 #jamie's fic prompt fills #john silver #james flint #thomas hamilton #this got really long because i got caught up in the idea of flint caring for strays and brooklyn has SO MANY STRAYS!!!! so like!!!!#thank you for this i loved writing it so much

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doyoufancyathought · 4 years ago

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Through The Utility Closet Part 3: Get Tested

Y/N had never been a fan of hospitals. In fact, she had gone above and beyond in her efforts to avoid going to them. She thought she could probably count all of her hospital visits on her fingers. Thankfully, she was a fairly healthy individual, so it wasn't hard for her to stay out of the Emergency room. They were too sterile, too clean, and everyone was always bustling and grumping around, and poking and prodding all the time. Y/N knew that the hospital wasn't supposed to be an enjoyable place to spend time, but she definitely was of the opinion that steps could be made to make it at least comfortable. Or hospitable, if you'll excuse the joke.

Still, she was in a new dimension, apparently, and so exceptions must be made when it comes to personal dislikes against institutions. She wanted to get home, after all, and this was a necessary step. In order for these scientists to send her back home, they must figure out where exactly she is from, otherwise they could end up sending her to a completely wrong place or time or what have you, and that would just be a disaster.

Once she was up on the exam table, Y/N did her best to appear friendly to the business-like nurse. She was quick and efficient as she hooked Y/N up to at least different machines, and tied a rubber band around her upper arm. For a moment, Y/N was worried that these strangers might be shooting her full of drugs, but then she remembered that this was simply routine for drawing blood. She hoped that medical procedures weren't too different in this world from her own.

Y/N was relieved when the nurse brought in a tray of empty vials and begin to explain what she was doing.

"I'm going to draw some blood so we can do some tests. I'll also need a hair sample, and I'm going to do a saliva swab as well, just so we can take a look at your DNA. How's that sound?"

"Invasive."

The nurse smiled. "I promise you'll barely feel a thing. The swab will be oral, same as checking for strep."

The nurse did her tests, and then let a few scientists in lab coats in. They pulled up chairs in front of the exam table and introduced themselves, although Y/N forgot their names as soon as she heard them.

"Okay, so I guess the first question is for you to introduce yourself and where you're from."

"My name is Y/N Y/L/N, and I'm from (hometown) in (country). I was working at one of my jobs when I fell through an inter dimensional portal and ended up here."

"Good start. Can you tell me about the planetary system from your home world?"

"I guess so." Y/N thought about it for a second, trying to remember those astronomy lessons from many years ago. "Earth is the third planet from the Sun, which is the centre of the system. Then there's Mercury, Mars, Earth, Saturn, Jupiter, Uranus, Pluto, and I think I'm missing some. I can't remember the order, sorry, I've never been good at planets."

"That's all right. Can you tell me how many days in a year?"

"365."

"And how old are you?"

"22."

"And how old do people usually live to be?"

"Uh, I don't know. Maybe anywhere from 70 to 90 years?" Should have paid for attention in stats class.

"How big are spiders in your world?"

"Some of them are super tiny, like you can barely see them. And then some of them are huge, like a dinner plate."

"I see. And how big are chickens?"

"What?"

"How big are chicken? I know it's a weird question, but some worlds have gigantic chickens that actually prey on humans."

"Thats, um, disturbing. But my chickens are normal size? Like small enough to fit in an oven."

"Ok, well that's good. "

There where more questions like this, some about history and some about geography and flora and fauna. When they were all done, the scientists discussed for a minute by themselves.

"Okay, well, from what we can tell, your world is incredibly similar to our own, with the major differences likely being social development. You say you don't have the Avengers in your world?"

"No, we don't have any superheroes or superpowers at all. I wish, though."

"Yeah, that makes sense. How much do you know about inter-dimensional portals?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Ok, well that's fair, it's a tough subject. So pretty much, each dimension has kind of bridges to reach out to other dimensions. When two bridges line up, there's a chance for people or things to cross over."

"Okay, that makes sense I guess."

"A lot of the time, these bridges go unnoticed. Some dimensions are connected permanently, some are connected cyclicly, and some are connected for less than a second at a time, which makes them extra hard to track. You with me so far?"

Y/N nodded.

"Don't worry if you don't get it. Basically, what I'm trying to say is that we might have a hard time tracking down your world."

"Okay, but how long do you think it'll take? How long does it normally take?"

The scientists shifted uncomfortably. "Well that's the thing. There is an infinite amount of universes you could be from, and it'll take a while to narrow it down to just the most likely. From there, we would have to figure out what kind of bridges they all have, and figure out how to predict it, and then figure out a way to send you back."

"Oh, that does sound complicated. So like a month?"

They glanced at each other. "We've never done this before, and we've never sent anyone back through a bridge."

"Two months?"

"Maybe a year."

"What?"

"I said, maybe a year?"

"I'm going to be here for a year."

"Maybe, like I said we've never done this before so we can't really give you an idea of how long it will take."

"Oh my God."

"We're very sorry. We'll give you some space."

The scientists left, and the nurse from before came back in and started unhooking Y/N from the monitors.

"We've run all the tests we need to, dear. Do you have any questions?"

"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin."

"That's understandable. We'll have your results back in a few hours, and that'll help the scientists get a head start on where you're from. I've got your clothes here, if you step through that door you'll be able to change in privacy."

Y/N nodded and jumped off of the table, gathering her clothes in her rooms and she quickly walked across the cold floor to the changing room. She pulled on her work clothes, which consisted of jeans and a black t-shirt, but opted to leave the apron and baseball cap off. There was no need to wear them here. Y/N put her shoes back on, simple canvas slip-ons, and reflected on what she had just learned. Here are the facts.

1. She had magically teleported through a door.

2. She was now stuck in a world that apparently had superheroes.

3. The superheroes had no idea how to get her back, or how long it would take to figure it out.

4. She was stuck.

Now, a normal person might cry when they considered this situation. But, Y/N was not a normal person. She had the fun meal-deal of anxiety and depression, and at this moment, she thanked her ill little brain for causing her to overthink every little scenario so she would be prepared for the worst to happen. Of course, none of those thoughts covered time and dimension travel, but they had covered a sudden zombie apocalypse, so it was just a matter of adjusting the survival strategy. Find shelter, find friends, and fight to live.

So far, Y/N had maybe found friends. The Avengers seemed like a friendly bunch, if oddly beautiful, and Sam had offered his basement as shelter. Now, all she had to do was figure out the day to day stuff. Get a job, live a life, and get back to her world.

So she stepped out of the changing room back into the hallway, and say the Avengers gathered around. They all turned to her as the door closed behind her.

"And what did you find out from the scientists, Y/N?" Vision asked.

"Well, they tried explaining how inter-dimensional portals work. That went way over my head. But basically, I'm gonna be stuck here for a while until they can figure out where I'm from and figure out how to get me back. So, I guess I'm going to need to find a job or something pretty quick."

Tony shook his head and stepped to the front of the group. "That won't be necessary. I'm loaded, and I'll make sure you're set up to not need anything."

"Why?"

"Because I want to? You just flew through outer space into a whole new world, and you're worried about getting a job? Come on, live a little! You look like you work too hard. What work do you do?"

"At which job?"

"Well how many do you have?"

"Three."

"Holy moly."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

Y/N shrugged. "I get bored."

"So you work?"

"Beats sitting around on my ass."

"Fair point. Well anyways, enjoy the vacation for now, and in the future if you still want a job, we'll have to figure out the proper documents. For now, enjoy your vacation! I'm loaded, and this is the perfect opportunity to share, okay?"

"If you really want to, I mean, I don't mind working."

"Clearly, you have three jobs. Psycho. But no, I don't mind. In fact, I would be offended if you didn't accept my offer."

"Okay, well, then, thanks!"

"No problem. I already gave Sam a credit card for you, so you can go shopping on your way to his house. You do know how to work a credit card, right?"

Y/N grinned. "Yes, Tony, I know how to work a credit card. My world apparently isn't that different from this one, just a few small differences I guess."

"Good. Alright, well, roll out, team."

The Avengers dissipated until it was just Sam, Steve, and James standing around with Y/N.

"So you're still coming with us, right?" Sam asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't mind, of course."

"Not at all. It'll be nice having a girl in the house, for once."

The group of four started walking down the long hallway.

"So do you just collect strays, Sam?" Y/N asked, curious of why he was so eager to offer his spare room to a total stranger.

Before he could answer, Steve cut in. "Yeah, I mean, why else did you think we lived with him?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you were in a band, or really good gym buddies, or maybe even a throuple."

Sam choked on a laugh, but Bucky and Steve looked confused. "What's a throuple?" James asked.

"It's like a couple, but instead of it being two people, it's three." Y/N explained.

"And you thought?" Steve almost looked offended.

"Look, sorry, I don't know what's normal for you here, and I didn't want to assume it was all platonic!"

Sam was dying laughing. "You thought -" he had to lean on a wall to keep standing upright. "Man, we're just good friends, and these two have absolutely no credit, so it's hard for them to find places to stay."

"Ah. I guess being a superhero might not pay well."

"Well, I mean there are other reasons too, but yeah let's go with that." Steve didn't exactly want to jump this poor girl with the fact that he was also over 100 years old and had been frozen for a while. She had enough to worry about.

Y/N didn't pursue the other reasons, because they had finally exited the building and she was looking around, comparing this new world to her own. It was dark out, because it was night. She looked down the street and saw a McDonalds sign, which made her smile. At least she could have her chicky nugs if things got too tough. Turns out this world was just like hers, just with a bit of a different history. A lot more violence, hence the need for superheroes.

They got into the car, and Sam drove them to a mall, where they spent an hour and a half hopping around to different stores to get stuff. Y/N got used to spending someone else's money, and she definitely took advantage of the three guys following her around who offered, nay, insisted on carrying her bags. However, she insisted on going into the drugstore alone so she could collect toiletries.

She grabbed a cart (and honestly who uses a cart in a drugstore unless you have serious money to spend) and spent about 45 minutes going up and down most of the aisles to find what she needed. Luckily, the products were exactly the same as she was used to, so it was only a matter of finding exactly what she needed.

When Y/N finally walked out, she spotted her new companions sitting down on one of those middle-of-the-mall benches that are intended for senior citizens and mothers with rowdy children and men waiting for women to finish their shopping.

"Got everything you need?" Sam asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Yup."

"Alright, let's head home. You feel like pizza for dinner?"

"What's pizza?" Y/N deadpanned, and the three guys looked shocked.

"You don't know what pizza is?" Steve asked.

"Nope, never heard that word before in my life."

"Seriously?"

"Why would I joke about it?"

"You've never had pizza before." James reiterated.

"Nope. What is it?"

"No, you gotta experience it." Sam smiled and started walking back the way they had come.

Steve and James were perfect gentleman, and oddly strong as well, but Y/N again did not complain when they grabbed her bags from the drugstore. She opened doors for them as they went out to the parking lot.

Once they were back in the car, Sam got on his phone and ordered pizza that would be delivered right as they got home, provided traffic cooperated. Y/N spent the drive looking out the window at all the lights and people she saw, and didn't pay much attention to the conversation the guys were having. Nothing looked too out of the ordinary, except for the whole superhero thing.

Once they got to Sam's house, a tidy little bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood, they unloaded the car and headed inside. Steve and James ran downstairs to put Y/N's bags in her room, while Sam gave her a tour.

As they were walking down a hallway, Y/N stopped to look at family pictures hanging on the wall.

"Is this your family?" She asked.

"Yeah, that's my sister and her two boys. They've grown a lot since that picture was taken though."

"They look like lots of fun."

"They're a handful, that's for sure."

"And these are your parents?"

"Yeah," Sam said quietly. "They passed a few years ago, that's the last picture we ever took of them both together."

"Oh I'm so sorry." Sam shook his head as Y/N reached out to touch his arm. "They have really kind eyes." She said, her gaze returning to the picture.

"They were the kindest people I've ever known." Sam said, and just then, the doorbell rang. "Sounds like the pizzas here."

Y/N could hear the two boys thundering back up the stairs as she followed Sam to the front door. She expected that he would need help carrying all the food in.

She was right. The delivery driver had to go back to his car to get a second load of pizza. Y/N brought the first load into the kitchen and got a few plates down from the cupboard.

"Oh, good, you found the plates!" Sam said as he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Yeah, lucky guess."

They set the table in silence as Steve and James washed up, and then they sat down for dinner.

Sam decided he wanted to know more about Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell us a little bit about yourself."

"Ok, well," Y/N hated this questions, because how do you boil yourself down to just a few facts? She just wished people would ask direct questions, because she could answer questions if they were clear. She hated vagueness. "I'm 22, I still live, or lived, with my parents. I like dogs. My favourite colour is yellow. I have three jobs, as a nanny, in retail, and also at a Bubble Tea shop in my hometown. What else do you want to know?"

"Well that's a lot. Why do you have three jobs?" Steve asked.

Y/N shrugged, having to explain her workaholic tendencies twice in a day. "I get bored. And I like working, keeps life interesting."

"I'll bet. What do you do for fun?"

"I read a lot. And I like to go to the lake. And crochet."

"What kind of books do you read?" Steve asked.

"It depends. Sometimes fantasy, sometimes mystery. I read a lot of those cheap drugstore romances."

"Wait, you crochet?" Sam asked. "What are you, a grandma?"

"Like a crazy, chaotic grandma, kinda. I drink a lot of tea and wear a lot of sweaters, sorry for being comfy!"

They went back and forth for a few minutes. "How do you like the pizza?" Sam asked.

"Well," Y/N waggled her head back and forth, debating how to break the ruse. "Not the best I've ever had, but it's close."

"Wait, you've had pizza before?"

"Yes."

"You said before though-"

"And you believed me?Rookie move, gentlemen."

"Why would you trick us?" They weren't mad, just a little confused. And amused. James hadn't really said much since they sat down for dinner, but he grinned and chuckled at the confused looks on his friends faces.

Y/N shrugged. "Gotta keep you guys on your toes, yaknow?" They all laughed. "But hey, tell me more about you guys. You're super soldiers? What does that even mean?"

Sam and Steve took turns explaining who they were, and how the Avengers came to be. They didn't touch too much on James, who excused himself fairly into the evening. He was a little shy and quiet around newcomers, apparently, but Y/N wasn't bothered. She had bigger things to worry about than someone being shy around her.

When the talking turned to yawns, Sam offered to show Y/N to her room. He took her down the stairs into the basement, which opened up into a spacious rec room. There was a massive TV and a pool table. Down a short hallway were the two previously spare rooms, both of which were now occupied by strays that Sam had picked up. The only bathroom was unfortunately across the basement, but Y/N didn't foresee any problems with that.

Sam explained how every room had it's own colours for sheets and towels and stuff, and Y/N was very impressed with how domestically organized he was turning out to be.

Sam went back upstairs, and Y/N took a few minutes to settle in. She would unpack and run her new clothes through the laundry tomorrow, but for now all she wanted was a hot shower and a good long nights sleep.

She went into the bathroom, and saw that James had already made space for her stuff in the shower caddy, on the towel rack, and in the medicine cabinet above the sink. With a smile on her face, she put her few new belongings in those empty spaces, then drug herself through the shower and fell into her bed, exhausted.

Before her eyes closed, Y/N considered what had happened to her today. In a new dimension, living with three strange yet wonderful men, something that would be sure to give her mother a heart attack. And yet, she was excited for the morning to come. Part of her hoped that when she opened her eyes again, she would wake up in her home world, and she would be surrounded by people she knew and recognized. That's what a normal person would hope for in this situation, right?

But as I've told you before, Y/N is no normal person, and the other part of her was wishing that when she woke up, she would still be here, in Sam's house. She wanted to opportunity to explore, so see what else was out there. Maybe she'd discover a new life, a new chance to be the person she had wished to be but never got the chance. Whatever happened, she knew that tomorrow would be full questions, and hopefully a few answers. She hoped, anyways.

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surveystodestressme · 3 years ago

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o1. With which one of your friends do you spend the most time? With which friend do you spend the least amount of time? Would you like to change this in any way?Before i moved i spent the most time with Claire or my mother tbh. I definitely spent the least amount fo time with Mariann but she is still one of my best friends regardless of the amount of time we spend together. I would’ve loved to spend more time with all of my friends. Now i only spend time with my boyfriend because we moved across the country and we haven’t really made friends yet.

o2. What four states in the USA would you most like to visit? Which four countries would you most like to visit? States: Tennessee, South Dakota, Florida, Pennsylvania. Countries: Greenland, Iceland, Ireland, and Madagascar (idk if that one is a country or not tbh)

o3. If you have one, how often do you watch your favorite television show? How long has this show been your favorite? I don’t really have one right now. I used to love Cops and i own all episodes of it so occ. i’ll put it on and watch it. George Lopez is also a favorite of mine that i watch randomly.

o4. Would it bother you if your boyfriend hugged other females (think hypothetically if you don’t have one)? Why or why not? I mean yes and no. I’m just a jealous mess lol. I trust him so much so I would be comfortable knowing it is nothing more than a friendly hug but I can’t say I’d be stoked about it

o5. If you had snow-days as a kid, how did you spend them? Do you like the snow, in general? Probably playing video games or watching tv/movies. i never really went outside when there were snow days because fuck snow lol it was too cold for that shit. i don’t mind a bit of snow but for snow days it was usually over a foot of snow and that much snow just sucks

o6. Do you know anyone who does hard drugs? Would you ever befriend someone that did? Not that i know of. I mean, i don’t actively seek friends with addictions but I wouldn’t necessarily say no to being friends with someone who had one. I would try my best to get them the help they need

o7. When was the last time that you were afraid for your life? Did this incident change you in any way? I don’t know to be honest.

o8. Do you enjoy taking pictures? Is it just for fun, or do you make an attempt at actual photography? I do like taking pictures. I wanted to do photography when i was in high school. I just do it for fun now i don’t actively try to do it for the actual photography

o9. Have you ever had low self-esteem? How is your self-esteem now? I have totally had low self esteem for most of my life actually. I am much better. I am not 100% by any means, there are still aspects of myself that i would like to work on but i definitely like myself a lot more and feel more comfortable with myself.

o1o. When you see someone sickly-thin, what is your first thought? I would probably think that they had an eating disorder because i have been there

o11. Do hospitals make you nervous? Why or why not? Do you have any bad hospital experiences? hospitals do make me nervous but i have not had a traumatic experience at one or anything i just dont like the thought of being in such bad shape that other have to take care of me idk

o12. What did you dress up as the last time you went Trick-or-Treating? Who went with you? no i did not. i have not dressed up for halloween in a while

o13. What is one thing you miss most from your childhood? What do you miss the least? i miss life being so carefree, being able to do just about anything i wanted. not having responsibility at all and just hanging out with friends

o14. What would be the biggest challenge involved in raising a child at your age? raising a child in general, lol. i could never do it. cudos to all the people that have raised children

o15. If you happened to get pregnant before you were ready for children, how would you cope? Do you think your parents would support you and help you out? i would never have a child. take that for what it is. i would never tell my parents if i got pregnant because they would not agree with me terminating the pregnancy

o16. Have you ever had unprotected sex? What would you tell a young teen thinking about having unprotected sex? yes. i would tell them to be safe. i would tell them to try it with protection first. i got on birth control before i ever lost my virginity and it as probably saved me from getting pregnant lol

o17. What are some gender double-standards anger you? all of them tbh

o18. Other than the usual qualities (honesty, respect, etc), what are some attributes you want your BF/GF to possess? I really need patience because i am a lot to deal with and i have a lot of issues. i need someone who can make me laugh because i have a lot of down days. i also really need someone understanding.

o19. Do you still talk to the first person you ever dated? If not, would you want to? Why or why not? I do not. i have no talked to him in years. I would not mind talking to him. he usually only ever messages me when he’s missing me and wants to talk about getting back together or hooking up or something lol.

o2o. Five years ago, what was the most important thing in your life? How about the most important person? i don’t remember, probably jack lol. we had been together for about a year by then.

21. How would you describe your sexuality? Have you ever wondered whether or not you might be homo/bisexual? i think i am pansexual. i don’t really understand sexuality very much tbh. i just know that i do not base my love for people on their gender. i would date anyone whether they were cis, trans, non binary, gender fluid, etc.

o22. Do you think that homosexual couples should be able to raise or adopt children? Why or why not? I think they should be able to do whatever they want

o23. Think of your worst fear. What would you do if you were confronted with it right now? probably have a panic attack

o24. If you were to become a vegetarian, what meat-product would you miss the most? Have you ever been or wanted to be a vegetarian? i would miss steak thats for sure. i have been a vegetarian before and it was really hard. i am not sure if i would be able to do it again tbh

o25. Do you think that someone’s sexuality is something that they can control? No.

o26. What do you like most about your favorite animal? I love them, they are super cute and cuddly but mostly spicy

o27. What is your favorite way to eat your favorite food? How often do you eat your favorite food item? with my hands? lol idek what kind of question that is. my favorite food is sushi and i eat it with chopsticks lol

o28. What is something you are craving? Will this craving be satisfied? i really want a pepsi but i am trying to be good and not drink as many sugary beverages. it will not be satisfied anytime soon

o29. What is the largest number of texts you have sent in a day? Do you often text this much? a lot probably i used to text a lot of people when i was in high school just for shits. i didn’t really want to talk to them i just wanted to talk to people. i don’t really text that much anymore.

o3o. Do you like the holiday season? Why or why not? What could be better about it? i don’t mind the holiday season at all. i especially like halloween season. christmas is ok. i don’t like the stigma around christmas that i have to go broke to show people that i love them.

#bored #quiz #questions #survey

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boneswriteswords · 5 years ago

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Alien Boyfriend: Duxob

I wrote this over a year ago and it was on my wattpad so I decided to move it over here too. Its my first crack at an alien and a space story. Let me know what you think and if I should continue this world building.

I reread it and I’m not a fan but I never like any of my work so eh. Its unbeta’d because we die like men here.

Length: ~7900

Male Alien x Female Reader

~~~~~~

The sun that rose in the west was at its peak as you pretended to rummage through your backpack. It was the kind of hot that evaporated the sweat from your body before it even had a chance to drip and you could feel the skin at the back of your neck boiling. Stealing the large tub of sun cream you in preparation for your days on this hell-site of a planet was honestly one of the smartest things you had ever done in your life.

A few feet away, Duxob leaned against your bikes, tinted band hiding half his reptilian face as he scanned the area - particularly the cargo wagon by the gateway- under the guise of adjusting something on one of the handle bars.

It was a believable enough scene. Your bikes looked like they were on their last legs, barely functional and ill-maintained, what with all the scratches and chipped paint, the dangling wires and exposed gear shifts. The tires were covered in duct tape. The seats were tattered and stained. The metals looked rusted and dangerous.

No one needed to know that they only looked that way though.

No one needed to know that you designed them to look like heaps of junk. Aside from the things that you needed to fix on them the next time you hit a decent port city, they ran smoother and faster than anything on this side of the galaxy. But, for the purposes of keeping your head down and not getting robbed, life was easier when they didn't look appealing.

Across the clearing, you could hear the men attaching the empty wagon to the jump ship, checking over the mechanics one last time. They're yelling something The driver of the jump ship revs the gears in quick bursts, filling the silent port with noise, and you know that you only have a few minutes before they leave.

You adjust your band down over the bridge of your nose, turning up the the tint so your eyes weren't visible. If anyone was watching, you didn't want them to have any more identifiers than necessary. It was bad enough that your roots were showing, revealing your natural hair color to the world.

Glancing up at Duxob, you nod. His scales shift colors -green to blue to purple- in silent agreement, running his hand over his pants and mounting his bike. There was no need for words when you've been working together as long as you have. There is no doubt between you and it makes picking out the best targets easier than breathing.

Like the driver. You would have approached him. He was an old Culxan, wrinkles deep in his wide face and expression set in a way that shows he has never known much other than struggle and hard labor in his long life, but he was soft around the edges. He likely had a family or at the very least, he wished he had one. You'd be able to play into that if you had the time, chipping away at him with curious glances and innocent but intrusive questions until he broke rules about stowaways and border jumping.

But time was the one thing you didn't have at the moment.

Which was why Duxob was taking the lead while you kept watch, one hand on your gun and the other on your bike handle. There were no visible security measures - the region you were in was way too poor to afford drones and bots and all the other high tech shit that smothers the galaxies - but that didn't mean much. This was an outlaw station - used more for transporting produce and drugs than intel and technology - and that meant anyone could have some sort of weapon on them at any time.

Which meant that they all did.

It also meant that you both needed to be extra careful. What you were doing was still illegal - Duxob could be arrested the moment he set foot by the gates - but there was a lawlessness about the way they dealt with criminals. There were no questions. There were no arrests. There were no calling the authorities.

You didn't just have to watch for guard passes through the jump, you had to watch for anyone who looked at your partner for longer than 10 seconds.

It made you anxious but you knew Duxob could handle himself. He was Alzeanian after all - one of the most deadly species to exist on this side of the cosmos - and while they were rare and were hardly ever seen off their own planet, everyone knew what they were capable of.

It was an advantage you had utilized many times since you met him.

Still, you also never looked away from him as he approached the cargo wagon. Between the whirring of refueling pods and the grinding of the lines, the whole area is drowned in a sea of noise that made it damn near impossible for you to pick up what Duxob was saying. He was off his bike and if you hadn't redesigned it yourself, you would have thought it was turned off.

'Not safe yet,' you thought, watching as he adjusts his gait into a saunter as he approaches the driver. His wide smile is all sharp teeth but his flat nostrils are closed into slits as he scented the wagon. After a moment, the slits flared open again and He stretched, his lean body on display as his dirty shirt rode up.

You tried not to stare but it was difficult when your job was literally to watch his scales to see if they shifted or not.

Duxob's toothy smile morphed into an easy grin as he reached down into his pocket and pulled out a small bag, slipping it into the driver's pointed claw in a pseudo-handshake. He flashed green and you knew you were safe for the moment.

Relieved, you hitched your backpack over your shoulders as Duxob drove back over. "We good?"

"Yeah. One bag of units and four ounces of dust," he husks, removing his own backpack from where it was hooked onto his bike, "Pretty cheap but then again, the wagon is empty, they're jumping through a moon shift, and its heading to the Triquaz region so anything more than that would have been bullshit and he knows it."

"Ew."

You hated the Triquaz region. Hated it. On your list of choices for destinations, it wouldn't even make it to the top 500 but the reality was that you didn't have a choice at the moment. They needed to get off this planet and find a port where they could stock up on their dangerously low supplies. You were human, which limited the amount of things you could consume in the galaxy apparently, and finding stations that imported Earth produce and the like took a bit of research to find.

"I know but at least the temperature doesn't fluctuate so suddenly or so dramatically."

"This is true," you sighed, adjusting your grip on your handle bars as you walked alongside the bulky alien, kicking up dust as you did so "Do you know which planet we're going to?"

"No but I do know we will be confined inside the back for a good five days before we get there."

"Well fuck," you groaned, "Do we have enough to get us through til then?"

His lips quirked up and you couldn't help be annoyed at it. You had real concerns damnit! You knew how much you had in your bag but that was it. You didn't touch your partner's bag unless it was a severe medical emergency, like the time you got bit by a Qon and needed a poison pack or when Duxob accidentally burned off an entire forearm's worth of scales and skin trying to readjust the thrusters on his bike without your supervision.

"Don't fucking smirk at me dickhole."

His grin widened minutely before disappearing completely, "We will be fine. We have enough to last until we get off-world and find somewhere to sleep."

God you missed sleep. It felt like ages since you were able to get more than an hour here and there. The tension in your body was tight enough to choke someone to death. Your body was not made for the rough interstellar outlaw lifestyle that you found yourself in and it loved to remind you of that.

The alternative wasn't any better so you tried not to bitch too much about it.

The wagon was attached to the jump ship, the back door closing as it prepared to jump. The gatekeepers on both sides of the portal gate were bustling too and fro, making sure everything was secured for a final time before departure.

"Ready?" Duxob grunts, picking up the pace.

This part, along with literally everything else about being a stowaway, made you nervous. Jumping was a very serious, precious thing. If you fell back, it usually wasn't so bad. Depending on how far you are, you could come back unscathed. If you fell to the side.....well, it wasn't pretty thats for damn sure.

"Ready."

As one, you run forward, kicking up even more dust and shoving your bikes upwards, hopping into the wagon just as the doors close. You can hear the clicking as the metal latch seals and the overpowering light from the east sun was consumed in darkness. You quickly dropped to your knees and clutch onto the metal door handle, feeling the start-up of the initial burst of speed that is required in order to jump.

Duxob worked quickly to secure the security locks and activate the bracer shields on the bikes, knowing full well how awful it could be if the bikes remained unsteady during liftoff.

The wagon rocks as the buildup increases. There is heavy clanging happening outside, slowly being drowned out by the familiar ghostly noises of the portal as the wagon approaches it. You brace yourself as the rocking turns into lurching, knowing full well that no matter how hard you clutch onto the door, you are going to be flung.

It always hurts and this time is no different. The bruises on your back are going to be a fucking bitch.

"Y/N?" Duxob pulls a light stick from his bag as it ends, snapping the two ends together and holding it up. The wagon illuminates and you give him a thumbs up from where you landed on the floor on the opposite side of the wagon.

"Is anything broken, you weird fragile creature?"

The thumbs up quickly turns into middle finger and he snorts, which makes you bend your arm and snap it up a few times to emphasize the level of 'fuck you' you are directing at him. You hated everything.

The wagon lurches again and flings you over to another side of the wagon yet again. Pain shoots into your side but its quickly quashed when you realize it hurled you right into Duxob's body, causing him to grunt and slam back into the wall forcefully.

Fucking aftershocks.

"Ish what you get for talking shit asshole," you mumbled, face pressed uncomfortably into his abdomen (?)- you had no idea because Duxob dropped the light stick on impact and it rolled underneath one of the bikes and died.

A solid hour goes by before either of you move, wanting to be completely sure that the jump was successful.

"Only five days to go," you grumble as you finally shift away from the chilled body of your partner, "Fuck."

Five days of sleeping on a hard floor, working in the low lights of your remaining sticks, sucking on dehydrated food packs and ignoring the grumbling in your stomachs, and trying not to go stir crazy in the darkness of space. Again.

"We'll get through it. We always do."

"I know," you sigh, "I just wish it was different sometimes."

He doesn't say anything but you can feel his clawed hands stroke the top of your head and you hum, content despite the complaints on your lips. You'd cope. You both would. Just like you always do.

Because you weren't alone and neither was he.

~~~~~

Five days was four days and 23 hours too many to be confined in the dark with nothing to do. You were ready to tear your skin off just to have something else to focus on. As awesome as it was, travelling the galaxies wasn't a luxurious process if you didn't have the money to book passage on a tourist ship or buy your own. More often than not, if you wanted to get somewhere off-planet, you either hitched a ride or you snuck your way into empty crates and bag holds, spending hours upon hours being quiet and still.

It was maddening at the worst of times but you always felt better knowing that Duxob was with you, keeping you company in the quiet.

Nevertheless, the moment the secondary engines turned off, you were up and ready for action, securing your stuff back onto your body before the clinking and clanging of the descent even stopped.

Duxob was too by the looks of it. His face was always hard to read but you could tell he was just as anxious to escape your wooden prison as you were. You couldn't see it too well in the dark but his scales were more red than any other color and bright than normal, indicating his level of irritation. You watched as he pressed close to the wood, listening to the shouting coming from the outside through his comm chip.

You would have but yours was damaged and the parts were too small to see and repair in the total darkness of the wagon. The universe was filled with other languages and you picked up what you could but everything on the outside sounded foreign.

"Can you make anything out?" you whisper, already straddling your bike with your hand on the starter. After being confined for so long, the rush of adrenline was blinding. You wanted to go.

Duxob jerks away from the wood quickly and hops on his own bike, "We've descended. They'll be opening the door any minute now. Get ready." His long clawed hand turned his bike on before reaching over and flicking yours on too, "We have to be quick. This port is more heavily armed with border agents and just as ruthless. Be careful."

"You too."

The seconds seem to drag on and anxiety causes your grip on your handles to strengthen even as you start to sweat. Border patrol agents were nasty pieces of work, hired to check and process travellers as they come and go off planets but, because there were no uniform regulations to keep them in line, they often just did as they pleased to people, especially those that are illegally jumping.

Like you and Duxob were.

"We will be fine Y/N," Duxob mumbled quietly, his voice hoarse from disuse and oh how you loved how he said your name "They haven't caught us yet. They never will."

The darkness seems deeper in the contours of his face as you look at him, emphasizing the brightness of his golden reptilian eyes and the gold pseudo-eyes that rest above them and bleeding over the contours of his cheekbones. (He never explained to you what the 'pseudo eyes' were - you weren't even sure if they were eyes to begin with- or what they did and you couldn't bring yourself to care about you- not when he was looking at you and you had more important things to focus on).

He's all hard lines and safety, a reminder of all you've gone through the last few years to get where you are, and you relax just the slightest bit.

"No. They never fucking will."

His lips quirk up again, "Now get ready. Its almost time."

And he was right. No sooner than you had turned back to face the wagon door, did it open with a hiss, revealing several border patrol guards with scanners and tasers and all the pretty toys you wish you could get your hands on.

"Show time."

~~~~~~

The getaway was as dramatic as you would expect. The air tasted wet, the humidity of the planet already working its magic on your already beaten body as you sped away from the guards. The port was a mess - Duxob finding it absolutely necessary to snatch one of their stun bombs and let it off over the entire port. There was a pain spreading from your side and you knew without a doubt that you got hit.

But it was worth it.

Duxob was unharmed.

You glance over your shoulder and assess the chaos left in your wake. Its nothing more than a smoky ball of dirt on wet and slimy hilltop and you grin when you see that the guard patrol bikes are still hovering around the port.

"They didn't see us. I think we're good," you shout, grinning wide despite the pulsing pain in your side. You could feel the blood dripping down your back, a burning sensation crawling over your flesh. Carefully, you engage your auto-drive.

"Lets get farther away before we get comfortable," the reptilian man warned, doing nothing to stop the smirk forming on his lips but kicking his bike into the next gear. You untie and retie your jacket's belt quickly, using whats left of your clothes as a makeshift bandage to staunch the bleeding, before putting your bike into the next gear to catch up.

"Where to?" You could feel drops of water splashing up from your wheels and you pointedly do not think about how much fucking mud you are going to have to clean out of your rechargers later. Instead, you focus on how exhilarating it feels to be alive.

Alive and with Duxob.

"There is a city not far from here but I think we should head out farther. When they release we got away, they'll immediately head to it to try and smoke us out."

"Sounds good to me." It really didn't, not with the way the fire in your side spread and consumed you but auto-drive was a beautiful thing and it wouldn't be the first time you passed out and needed your bike to take you to safety. Duxob was more than capable of syncing your bike to his so you didn't get separated and he was more than used to you passing out due to your human stamina.

It would be ok.

~~~~~~

It was not ok.

You had been on the road for at least a full 12 hours before Duxob found a port city to stop in, every rock, bump, and hurdle ripping at the ever-growing wound on your side. There was nothing special about this particular port - same lost cost rooms, dingy dive bars, questionable food marts, and horrific pleasure buildings, all the same shit that comes with being a hub for the transients and the poor - and that what made it the perfect place to lay low for a bit.

It also meant that there likely wasn't a med bay anywhere in the vicinity and you're going to have to try and fix the wound yourself when Duxob went for food.

There were plenty of buildings advertising rooms but Duxob was picky, choosing the one that had the least amount of skeevy employees and cleaner bathrooms. It had a parking lot right outside the rooms, which was good since being able to get to their bikes at a moment's notice was vital in your combined survival.

Your room was all the way in the back of the building, on the first floor, another thing Duxob insists on when you bunker down in actual rooms for a night or two.

"I got us a room for five nights," he says, flashing the card keys and slipping them into his jacket pocket.

The surprise on your face must have been obvious because he snorted, "We need a rest. And we need to restock. Shipments are due to come in all this week at this port. Better to lay low and stay than run off with half empty gas tanks and no food."

Point.

"They didn't charge me too much," he murmured, knowing how anxious you got when you ran low on units, "I bartered."

Bartered meaning threatened the clerk until he was satisfied that they wouldn't bother you both. You smirked up at him, "Good. I'm assuming we also have an hydration pod?"

Duxob leveled you with a stern look before it broke into a small grin and a wink, almost sending you to your knees in shock.

"Oooh, whats got you all playful?" you joked, subtly adjusting so you could poke his abdomen through his thick jacket. The movement was enough to make you want to die but you could not pass up the opportunity to tease him.

"You're going to stop smelling like shit and I'm excited about it."

"Fuck you, you stoic cumstain," you cackled, knowing full well that he was right. A downside to the life is that cleanliness often had to be traded for survival. Weeks could go by with only light rinsing and scrubbing through hoses and water containers and lakes. Soap was an almost nonexistent luxury as was conditioner and lotion.

Honestly, it was one of the hardest things you had to give up when you first left Earth and the thought of slipping into the pod and being able to do a deep cleansing of your body and wound was heavenly.

The scales on his head shift to a deep violet, spreading down his neck and chest in striping patterns and you know he is just as excited as you are to bathe. He reeks just as much as you do, the skin between his scales caked with ingrained dirt that probably drove him insane.

You made a mental note to offer to swab them out for him after his initial wash. You know, if you didn't pass out from the pain.

He swipes the card through the door before walking back outside to secure the bikes. You immediately drop all your stuff onto the bed in the corner, slowly lowering your body down next to it. You side screamed in protest, sweat starting to drip down your body as the wound shifted from a spreading pain into paralyzing infection.

Which means that it wasn't just a normal blaster the guard was wielding.

Which means that it was one of the million different kinds of biological weapons they had at their disposal.

Which means that not only did it feel like your flesh was being fried and eaten, it likely was being fried and eaten to create the ideal environment for whatever chemical or disease that was inside it to make itself at home and infect you.

Which meant you were fucked.

The world got really fuzzy.

"....hey....Y/N? Are you ok?" your partner said, voice sounding distant.

'Oh...I think I'm dying,' you thought sluggishly as Duxob's face appeared above yours, handsome reptilian face slowly fading.

"Nope," you slurred, making sure to emphasize the pop of the 'P', "I got shot at the port. Thought it was a normal blaster shot but looks like its not...."

"What?"

Oh, he sounded mad.

"Yeah. Don't be mad."

"Oh. Mad doesn't even begin to cover what I'm feeling," he growled, easing off your jacket and the majority of your shirt off as carefully as he could to inspect the damage. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"We had to get away." There were pieces of fabric melted into the wound and no matter how gentle he was being, it was not pleasant and you couldn't stop the choked noises from escaping. Something cold was sprayed on the blistering skin and you vaguely recognized the smell of antibiotic spray.

'He's so smart,' your mind supplied as it floated in dead, squishy remnants of your ability to think rational and continuous thought, 'Knows just what I need.'

"We could have stopped sooner! This needs to be dressed and treated!"

You didn't have the strength to argue, blinking to fight off the very tempting urge to just pass out and ignore the way your body was succumbing to the infection. There was an unhealthy amount of sweat pooling in your collarbones and in the small of your back but there was ice in your bones.

"Stay awake. Stay the fuck awake Y/N! Do you hear me? I'm going to wrap you up and get some help."

"Too dangerous."

"Fuck you, I swear if-"

You didn't hear what he said next. Everything went silent, like when audio is cut right in the middle of a movie. You were positive he was still talking but his lips were moving way too fast for you to read them and it wasn't like you could see them clearly anyway.

A feeling of calm washes over you before the world goes black.

~~~~~

The first time you regain consciousness feels like something out of one of your nightmares.

There is pain.

Lots and lots of fucking pain.

And you can't move. Your body was frozen, limbs unresponsive and weak.

And there is one - no, two - faces hovering above you covered in blood and neither of them was Duxob. You didn't recognize either of them but you knew that the blood was yours.

The screams formed and fizzled out before they could reach your teeth.

'Please. Please let me die. Oh my God, please let me die. I can't....help me. Someone help me!'

The darkness gripped you tight and you hoped that you never woke up again.

~~~~~~

The second time you wake up, you are in a different room and the pain is gone but it was replaced with a throbbing ache in your joints. Its dark, the only light coming from a small light stick in the corner of the room, but you can make out the shape of something moving in the room behind weighted eyelids.

"Dux?" you rasp, mouth dry and disgusting, "That you?"

The shadow figure moved closer. Right away you knew it wasn't Dux and you couldn't stop the anxious whine from escaping. It crackled painfully in your throat. The dark hid everything from you, fear slamming back into you forcefully.

"Shhh. Shhh little love," the shadow whispered, voice feminine and sweet, "Dux is nearby. Cade had to take him to the back room while R fixed you up."

A cool cloth was placed on your head and you flinched, whining again when you realized you couldn't move away from it. The ache spread throughout your body as it tried to shiver. The bed beside your hand dipped before a soft hand stroked your cheek and hair.

"Rest. You are out of danger now. I'll let Dux know you know you woke up," the shadow said, a smooth lilt to its voice as they continued to soothe you. "He worries."

As much as you want to protest, to jump up and demand answers, scream for Duxob to come in and protect you from the shadow and this strange, awful place, you couldn't help but the shadow's touch was comforting. Something beeped somewhere in the darkness followed by a burst of sweet-smelling aroma.

Before you could stop yourself, you slipped gently back into unconsciousness with the bitter knowledge of waking up alone on your tongue.

~~~~~~

The third time you woke up, you felt better. The throbbing ache was centralized to the spot where you knew your wound was. You kept your eyes closed for a few moments, cataloging your body, relieved when it seems that all your limbs seemed back online and capable of movement.

"Y/N?" a familiar voice asked and you couldn't help the grin as it formed on your mouth.

"Dux?"

"Yeah, its me," the sound of wood scraping on wood filled the room and the bed dipped a little, "I was starting to think Jazza lied."

"Who?"

"Don't worry about it right now," he murmured quietly and you didn't have to look to see that his face was next to yours on the pillow, "How do you feel?"

"Sore," you whimpered, shifting a bit on the bed, "but good. Better."

"Good. Good."

After a moment of struggle, you were able to roll your head to side and open your eyes. Duxob's face was, indeed, very close to yours on the pillow. Close enough that you could trace the green patterns in his iris's.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Hey."

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

"Promise?"

He chuckled at that, the sound reverberating through the pillow, "Promise. Go back to sleep. You need more rest."

As soon as the words left his lips, you yawned, sending what was probably a really nasty-smelling gust of gross-mouth into his face. His face contorted in mild disgust but stayed put. You admired his restraint.

"Sleep." There was a hint of command in his tone.

So you did, eager to fall into a place that was just Dux's cool hands and vibrant scales.

~~~~~~

Weeks had passed before you were able to stay awake for more than three hours and each time you woke up, Duxob was there with fresh blankets, soup, and a new story about what he had done while he waited for you to wake up again.

You quickly became acquainted with Jazza, a fiery little humanoid Flazian woman with artificial purple eyes and scars across her pink body who you recognized as the shadow who lulled you back to sleep, Cade, a small golden alien (you couldn't place his species for the life of you) with bright orange antennae and tattoos covering his body, and R, a tall tentacled Carcog who trained as a doctor on Pantone but left the practice to lead a rebellion after he discovered that the institution that hired him had been giving placebos to the poorer populations of beings instead of actual medicine.

You had also learned that the building you were in was where R worked to heal the disenfranchised and those injured by border agents and those they work for in the various riots and rages he leads and organizes. It was beaten down and broken, windows boarded up with wood and red tape, floors splintered and decayed, regularly infested with at least three kinds of parasites at any given moment - seven if Cade didn't parasite bomb once a week -, and the smell was enough to make you vomit. It was incredibly well-hidden - it had to be in order to fly under the radar for extended periods of time.

However, despite the shitty state of the building and most of its rooms overall, the healing rooms were immaculate and perfectly sterile. The medicine cabinets were lined up neatly along the walls and labeled with the different medicines they stored. There were neat charts and lists hanging on the walls - patient schedules, post-its with cute doodles on them, restock lists, all manner of relevant papers.

Air purifiers hung in every corner just high enough to reach and adjust if needed and you were thankful for them because without them, you could imagine it getting quite stuffy in the room.

Cade had found the building right before the last time they had been forced to run - over 3 years ago - and they still hadn't been found, which put you at ease. You wouldn't be able to fight your way out if there was a raid on the building.

Especially since you were unarmed and unable to get out of bed without risking rupturing all of R's hard work.

They were quite the trio, always on the go and doing something, getting in each other's way - sometimes on purpose just to get a rise out of the other - but, despite their strangeness, you were grateful. They saved your life and, from what Jazza had said, kept Duxob from losing his shit all over the place while you were out.

"Dinnertime!" Jazza sang as she sauntered into the room, a steaming bowl of gross mush that was supposed to promote rapid healing.

"Oh goody," you reply sarcastically, dog-earing the page you were on and putting the book off to the side so she could place the bowl on your lap table.

"Hush now," she mock-scolded, purple eyes whirring as they focused on you, "This is helping."

"But it tastes like shit," you whine loudly, exaggerating random syllables, "Its NASTY!"

"Child, I will spank you."

"Pfft, that is sooooo not a punishment," you smirked, wiggling your eyebrows at her as she cackled.

"If it makes you feel better, the rest of us are stuck on this canned garbage until we can make another run and it tastes even worse than the shit R is making for you."

"You're right, I do feel better."

"Oh fuck off."

You laughed, only stopping when your side started to throb. R had told you all about the stuff you had been shot with, and, because you waited so long before getting it treated, you would likely always have a residual pain in your side from where the nerves had been frayed and rebuilt. Over time, the pain would fade into a more manageable level and you'd be able to resume most activities but it would likely never go away.

It bummed you out in more ways than you could ever imagine and for once, you were thankful Duxob wasn't in the room. You were 90% sure R had already told him everything a;ready, there was no way he wasn't going to get some answer from R after he had fixed you up, but you sure as hell didn't want to have a conversation about it.

"So, I have more questions," Jazza smiled and you groaned obnoxiously, causing her to shoot you a playful glare.

Jazza had grown up with very little knowledge of the worlds beyond her own, having come from a very secretive sub-community on a moon in some quadrant you hadn't even heard of, and only started experiencing other beings when she hitched a ride with Cade off her birth world. As a result, she had at least 20 new questions for you every time she came in and grilled you endlessly as she tried to understand. Most of the time, her questions were about humans and Earth but there were times when her curiosity drifted to your partner.

It was sweet, the way she lit up when something made sense to her. She's get all starry eyed and excited and you felt a pang of loss over your own loss of wonder.

"Ok. Shoot."

"What is up with Dux's scales? One minute they're green. Then they're blue. They get really bright and then dim down like a Hashi craft. I fucking turned around yesterday and he had bright red fucking elbows for no reason and I don't know dude, is he sick? Does he need a catheter too?"

If you had been drinking, you would have choked, "First of all, thank you for reminding me that I have one of those in right now. I really needed to be reminded that I can't pee on my own."

"You are welcome," she responds with all the seriousness of condolence.

" Secondly, its partially how he communicates," you said, rolling noodles onto your fork, "Alzeanian scales are a lot more complex than what people think. Probably because they don't leave their planet often and anyone who visits their planet gets killed so no one really has any data on them." You shrug, dipping your fork of noodles in the little sauce pot. "Each scale looks like its just a flat color from a distance but the closer you get, the more you can see that they are more of an iridescent duo-chrome. Alzeanians can control how muted or how bright their colors are and can make them shift from regardless of where they are standing in the light. Duxob has a green to blue-purple shift in the majority of his scales. In others, he has a gold to red shift and he has a tiny patch that shifts between purple and red but that's literally just on his elbow. Depending on where we are and what we are trying to do, he uses them to talk to me from a distance."

"That is so cool," Jazza whispers, eyes wide and whirring as she slurps down her own food with her double-tongue.

"It can be," you acknowledge, "and its always nice knowing that your partner is adept at handing any kind of situation and can alert you real fast if things get...unsavory. I lucked out big time that he took me on."

You couldn't help the twinge of sadness that came when you thought too deeply about Duxob's presence in your life and the implications of how recent events were going to change that.

"How so? I saw your Wanted reel. You are quite handy with a gun," she grinned, nudging you with a dirty hand and you couldn't help but grin back. You were extremely proud of your Wanted reel. It really captured your insanity and desperation for freedom. Other outlaws try to seem as scary as possible when they know they are being filmed to dissuade anyone from coming after them.

Not you though.

You welcomed the challenge.

'Come and get me. I dare you.'

"I try."

"You succeed."

"Its all I know how to do. Wield a gun and fix bikes," you shift your now empty bowl away from you. There is a bitterness lurking there, something you try to keep down as much as possible. Jazza seems to understand.

"Lets change your bandages," she suggests and you are grateful for the change in topic.

~~~~~~

You hate physical therapy.

Hated it.

You also hated Duxob.

Because the piece of shit loved to get you up early and do the exercises with you until you cried.

This morning was no different. The stupid lizard wouldn't stop smiling as he guided you into each stretch.

"Stop enjoying this," you grumbled as he pushes down on your torso so you get an actual stretch instead of one of the fakes ones you did before he took over because you didn't see the point of putting yourself in more pain.

"I'm not," he said, smile stretched, sharp, jagged teeth on display, even further on his usually stoic face. Fucking liar.

"You are, you - ow, ow, ow, owwwww," you screeched as he eased you into the most painful of the stretches, "Whhhhhyyyyy?"

"You need to use your muscles again. You were in a coma on and off for two weeks and you've been recovering in bed for two more. You're going to get squishy and useless."

"I already am squishy and useless though!"

"No, you aren't," he murmured, letting you come out of the stretch and falling back onto the bed, "And you need to get your body used to movement again."

"Leave me to die," you whine dramatically, turning your head and throwing your arm over your eyes like a princess.

The words formed and hit your mouth before they hit your brain and the silence that follows is deafening.

"I think recent circumstances would suggest that I wouldn't," Duxob says, soft and displeased.

"I know," you sigh.

~~~~~~

"Tell me," Jazza begins, a couple of days later, "How'd you get hurt anyway? I feel like we've talked about literally everything else since you've been here but that. You had a pretty sizable wound when you came in. R wasn't sure you were going to pull through and he's done multiple surgeries on Gorglax creatures."

"Oh um, well," you wrack your brain for a good explanation but the look on Jazza's face suggests a finger right in your side if you lie. "Ok well. We had gotten off a port wagon and the usual 'run for your lives before the space coppers get you' game ensued. Dux had managed to get a hold of one of their stun bombs and released it, paralyzing the border guards. Most of them anyway." You take a deep breath, a weird flash of emotion flowing through you as you relived it. Ew. Not going there. "There was a smaller one following close behind us as we fled from the port. I don't know if he saw me or what, maybe he completely disregarded me as being the less important catch - whatever - but he aimed at the back of Dux's bike. His recharger wasn't in the best shape - I only had duct tape with me when I rewired it - and any sort of hit would have caused an explosion. He took aim at it and I swerved in front of him, causing him to slam on the breaks and swerve away."

Your side throbbed dully at the memory of your skin splitting open as the gun went off anyway, haphazardly, hitting you just enough to burn away a chunk of your body.

"It went off anyway and got me in the back as I was speeding away."

"It wasn't a direct hit?"

"No, thankfully."

"Then why was it so bad?"

You chuckled awkwardly, "I, um, didn't tell Dux I had gotten hurt so we, kinda, sorta...drove for 12 hours before I collapsed and he brought me to you."

The furious look on Jazza's pretty face would have been hilarious if it hadn't been for the fact it was directed at you, "You are an idiot."

"Hey, no I-"

"Yes you are! Did you have some kind of death wish?!"

"No-o...I-"

"You what? What could possibly have gone through your head that would justify you allowing yourself to burn and rot?"

It was silent for a moment as you tried to think of a reason other than the truth but, it just wasn't worth it. Not anymore. You were tired.

"I thought it was a normal hit, something minor," you whispered, unable to keep looking into the girl's pretty purple eyes, "I thought that I'd likely be okay. We'd stop, I'd patch myself up, and we'd rest. It wasn't until we got there that I realized I was fucked but even so, I was content. It hurt like a bitch but I've long accepted that I'm going to die in a shoot out or in a shitty sleep room in some shitty port," you sighed, leaning back into your lumpy pillow and rubbing your face, "And you, if I was gone....Dux would be safe. Safer, I should say."

Jazza's round face softened, the anger melting into a calm understanding.

"How so?" Her voice was soft, like the night she had soothed you to sleep in the shadows.

"I am a liability. I am no use to him, not really. I get hurt more. I eat more. I sleep more. I am more high maintenance than he is. I require things he doesn't and that make being on the road difficult. There is a reason humans aren't an ideal partner, especially when you are running from space cops! I mean, look at where I am now? In bed! Hurt! He had to go around in a strange place and put himself at risk to try and find someone who could help. And he's waiting for me out of some misplaced whatever when we both know he could dip at any moment and he'd survive just fine!"

You didn't realize you were screaming until you stopped to catch your breath, throat hoarse and frustrated tears rolling down your face. Everything that had bottled up the last few years poured out, exploding in a tsunami of bullshit you didn't want to have to deal with. There was a throbbing in your side that you knew was from overexertion but you didn't give a fuck anymore.

"He would be fine," you reiterated, suddenly feeling sluggish. The drip in your arm had turned up on its own at the feel of your elevated heart rate and increasing level of agitation. R had set it up to monitor your activity and keep you from doing something stupid out of boredom and ripping yourself open. It was such a staple in your life that you had forgotten it was even in.

"No, I really wouldn't."

Oh shit.

He did not.

"Dux?" your mouth was slow, dripping over the syllable as he entered the room. A silent conversation took place between him and Jazza, one too fast for your slushy mind to process, before Jazza took off out of the room without another word.

The door closed and he sighed, all but collapsing on the chair next to you bed, looking more ragged than you had ever seen him before. His scales flashed and shifted uneasily as he looked at you.

"It seems we need to talk," he said, the finality of his tone telling you a talk was going to happen despite his phrasing.

"If you want."

"No but we're going to."

"Fine, you start."

Coward, you scolded yourself but hey, feelings were scary, which is why you never dealt with him.

"Fine," he growled, scooting the chair even closer and putting himself all in your personal bed space, "Things are going to change."

"I figured," you shrugged, "I can't run anymore. My side will never allow me to do all the strenuous activity of being an outlaw."

"Agreed. You can't do that anymore," he said, eyes roaming over the bandages peeking through the shredded top you were wearing before meeting your eyes again, "So I came up with a solution."

You leaned your head back, your neck unable to hold it up due to the sedation pumping through you, "Where are you going to take me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'd like for you to drop me off in a place I'll be able to get around easily enough. I liked that little blue planet we stopped at like 2 years ago."

"You aren't going anywhere."

"But you just said I can't run anymore. I can't stay here forever and we are still Wanteds. I'm going to need to be in a place where I can live and blend in without drawing suspicion."

"Who says you can't stay here?," he asked, harsh golden-green eyes boring into yours, "And who says that I'm going to ditch you on some random planet?"

"Dux, I can't," you pause, mind really blurry because he isn't making any sense and it's making you anxious, "I am very drugged. Please stop."

His gaze softens and he reaches a stubby clawed hand out to stroke your head, "Calm down, ashistoiro. You are ok. You are safe. I am here."

"Ashi-what?"

"Ashistorio, Y/N. Beloved in Alzeanian...well, the closest translation for it," he murmured, claws scraping gently along your skin, "I discussed it with R. He is letting us stay. There is a bunker attached to this building that he is going to let us have until its time for all of us to leave. I am not leaving you. I won't. I can't. You are my biggest asset."

It wasn't a normal confession of love, not by a long shot, but it was one of the most meaningful you had ever heard.

And you hated that you were passing out in the middle of it.

"Yeah?"

He smiled as he watched you nod off, "Go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

You couldn't wait to wake up.

~~~~~~

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Shattered Lives Ch 22 Pt 2

“Well let’s see, I won my case, secured a major company as a permanent client, I’m on the list to make partner, and I just got fucked so good I’m not going to be able to walk for the next few hours.” She kissed him as they both laughed. “Today is a pretty good day.”

“Wait, you made partner?” Her kiss had blanked his mind for a second before he could process what she’d said.

“On the list for, it’s not mine, yet.” She smiled.

“Thats a pretty big deal.” He breathed out looking at her in awe. She was wicked smart and her mind amazed him.

“I guess.” Her shrug was nonchalant.

“You don’t think so?” He looked at her surprised.

“I’m not sure I want it to tell you the truth.” Her finger toyed with his scruff.

“Isn’t that every lawyers dream job?”

She shrugged. “I guess, if you’re every lawyer. If I’m offered it and take it it’ll mean more work, more hours, and I’m not sure I want that. It’s hard enough keeping up with the kids and being there for them, for you.” She trailed a finger down his cheek and across his jaw. “I know I can do the job, it’s more money which would be nice, but I’m just not sure I want it. I like what I’m doing and I was hoping for a few more years for things to settle down with the kids before taking something like that on.” She kissed him and he deepened it. “A few years ago I would have jumped at it but now? I don’t know.” She shrugged with a sigh. “Life’s changed for me I guess, more than I’d thought.”

“Only you can decide love, but for what it’s worth, I think you’d be really good at it. Good progression for your career. We’ll make it work if you decide to take it. No pressure from me either way, but I think it’s an awesome opportunity and if you want to take it on I’ll be here to help out any way I can. If you want to stay where you are then that’s good too, but don’t make a decision that you’ll regret later.” He kissed her. “Think it over fully before you give them an answer.”

She rolled on top to straddle him and kissed him sinfully.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

“What for?” His chuckle was met with another kiss.

“For not pushing.” She kissed him longingly. “For not pushing either way.”

“It’s your career love, you call the shots not me.” He said honestly and her grin said it all, relief and happiness. “I’m happy for you and I’ll support you which ever way you choose to go as long as it’s what you want.”

“What I want, is you.” She purred and kissed him again. “Just you.”

“You have me love.” He said softly. “All of me.”

Her kiss was tender, that love finding its way into his heart and filling him. As her kiss lingered his hands lightly brushed up and down her spine, lazy patterns to both soothe and arouse. He let her taste his throat, the gentle nip of her teeth making him hiss, her lips ghosting his pulse.

He rolled so she was pressed into the mattress, the feel of her curves under him making him hard. Her hands stroked up and down his back as he feasted on her neck, the slow seduction a complete opposite of their mating earlier. He kissed her sweetly and let the love flow from him. He would give it all to her, his love the world, the entire universe.

He hooked her legs around his hips and devoured that clever mouth as he slipped inside her. Swallowing her moan he took her slowly. The gentle thrust and pull, hands caressing, lips teasing. He made love to her, the soft sighs, the pleasurable moans from her lips, they sang to him as he tipped her into bliss.

“Look at me.” He whispered and came as those pale blue eyes locked onto his.

He kissed her and she couldn’t help but feel completely and totally safe, loved, he had so much love to give. His huge frame towering over her, the weight pinning her to the bed, home. He relaxed his weight on top of her as they caught their breath.

“You’re beautiful love.” He said softly, those dusty blue eyes more at ease than she’d seen in weeks.

“Only to you.” She kissed him, that slow loving kiss that seared his brain. Her fingers toyed with his scruff and he leaned into her hand. “You doing ok?”

His eyes met hers and his slight smile set her further at ease. “Doing better.” His kiss was erotic. “Better when I get to have you all to myself for an afternoon.” He chuckled.

“Mmmm don’t get used to it. Oliver cut me a break today.”

“You’ve been working hard these past weeks and I’ve been an ass.” He kissed her again. “I’ll have to thank him for giving you the afternoon so I could make it up to you.”

“You’re enough love.” She murmured. “This is enough. You and me, here together. It’s all I want, nothing fancy, just this.” She smiled at his slightly shocked expression.

“You’re incredible you know that right?”

“Not really.” She snorted and he grinned before kissing her deeply.

“Ok.” He said quickly. “I need food before the monster in my belly chews its way out.” He said as his stomach gave a rather loud objection to the lack of sustenance. Kissing his way down her body, he lingered briefly to taste her, make her moan, and then climbed off the bed. “You want something?” He asked as he pulled his sweatpants on.

“You.” She grinned and he laughed as he shook his head climbing back on the bed toward her.

��After food.” He kissed her deeply. “Fuel up for the next round love, you’re gonna need it.” He murmured in that low timbre that made her wet, his grin playful.

She lay there grinning as he padded out into the kitchen. Should she just ask him to move in, she thought? Was it too soon? Maybe after Christmas, let things settle down from meeting his family? “There’s too much going on.” She grumbled to herself. “And I suck at this.” She got up and pulled her robe on and went out to see him pulling something together for them both to eat. She stood behind him, wrapping her arms around that expansive chest and burrowed her face into his neck. God she loved the smell of him.

“You smell tasty.” She said quietly as his chuckle made her smile. “Sorry. I have a thing for you today. I have a thing for you every day but this, I don’t know where the hell this came from but I can’t get enough of you.”

“No complaints here love.” He said, turning in her arms to kiss her seductively. “Stress relief maybe? It’s been a rough few weeks and you’ve been stressed out of your mind.” He kissed her jaw, her neck, and sucked on the pulse there. “Not that I’ve made it any easier on you.” He added and kissed her again, the apology evident.

“It’s done love, we move past it remember.” She said gently. She’d remind him when he was starting to beat himself up more than necessary, he couldn’t descend into a depressive spiral, or wallow. She’d forgiven him and he knew that, he had to move on from it.

“I know, I just still feel like shit for putting you through it and how much it’s rippled out and touched everything, everyone.” He kissed her tenderly.

“We’re ok love.” She kissed him, that mind altering kiss that made him weak for her.

“Fuck me I love it when you kiss me like that.” He breathed when she let him up for air.

“I only kiss you like that remember.” She winked and his smile was one of mischief.

“Come on let’s eat.” He kissed her quickly. “Then I’m going to watch you come undone as I have my way with you.” He growled.

They sat and ate and discussed what Gustaf would tell his family about Sildie and the kids before meeting them Christmas Day.

“Thank you.” She said softly.

“You’re nervous.” He stated more than asked as his fingers entwined with hers.

“Yes.” She blew out her breath. “And a little concerned.”

“Why concerned?” He asked gently, knowing where her mind was heading.

“That they’ll hate me. You’re not just dating me Gustaf. You’re dating me and took on four kids who you treat as if they’re your own. I’m concerned that it’ll be seen as gold digging. I know that’s not the case, far from it but...”

“It’s on your mind regardless.” He finished for her and kissed her fingers tenderly. “They won’t see it that way love. It’s my life and my choice to be with you and the kids. We’re close but our lives are our own.” He said gently and let his fingers toy with her hair. “As are our decisions with it.”

She blew a breath out. “Ok.” She nodded. “That makes me feel a little better. When will you tell them? About.. you know?” She asked hesitantly, her hands wringing in her lap. This he thought was stressing her out.

“I’ll tell them in the next few weeks. Mum and Sam are the hardest to pin down with their shifts at the hospital.” He paused and looked at her choosing his words carefully. “I told Bill when he was over. He started asking questions so I gave him the bare necessity version.” He had to come clean with that, if she found out it would only upset her more. She called the shots with this not him but he’d protect her and the kids at all costs.

“Ok. I figured you might have had to tell him something. I just don’t want pity.” She said gently, and it was the truth. The way people looked at you with pity in their eyes, or the fake empathy.

“They’re not like that love, but I get it.” She was strong, she was dealing with more shit in her lifetime than most, and she was right, she didn’t need pity. She needed understanding and support. “You want it to be a normal Christmas, a normal meeting.”

“Exactly.” She breathed out with relief. He got it, got her. “I know there will be tears, I’m kidding myself if I think there won’t be but, I just want to get through the day without imploding, without the kids imploding.”

“I’ll let them know. They’re looking forward to meeting you and the kids, tears and all.” He smiled. “They’ll understand love.” His kiss tender. “They want to meet the mystery woman that’s made me so incredibly happy.” His kiss was sweet, that love he held deeply surging forward to consume her.

“You finished?” He asked in that tone that made her wet as he pointed to her plate.

“Yeah.” Her voice breathy.

“Good.” He growled and kissed her seductively as he stood, collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen.

He left the dishes in the sink, he’d take care of them later. For right now he had a woman to satisfy. Standing behind her he massaged her shoulders and the boulders that had lodged there. Stress, he’d see it lessen after today and she found the release she was after.

His hands slipped under the silk fabric of her robe and pulled it open as they drifted to cup her breasts.

“Stand up love.” He growled gently as he felt her body relax and give itself over to his touch. She did as he instructed, loving the way he took control so she didn’t have to think. He undid the robe and let it fall from her shoulders, fingers already starting their delicious torment.

“I want my dessert at the table.” He whispered and heard the gasp as his fingers pinched her nipples. “Where I can savor it.” His lips gently kissed the pulse at her neck before biting down, those fingers equally erotic. While one hand held her breast the other made its way to her throat. He gently pulled her head back to rest against his shoulder and kissed her jaw.

“Give yourself to me.” He murmured. “Let me take you.” He whispered in that low growl making her whimper.

“Please.” She sighed as his lower hand traveled to the other breast and teased her.

“Are you sure love? Once I start I’m not stopping until I’ve wrecked you.” He said quietly as his finger slipped over her clit and he squeezed her throat gently.

“Please.” She choked. She felt his smile against the nape of her neck. A promise that he’d do just that.

Without a sound he stood there with her pinned against him and stroked her. Over her clit, her nipples, palming those heavy ripe breasts. Every touch, every kiss, every breath against her skin relaxed her further, aroused her beyond thought.

“Turn around.” He murmured as he kept the slow torture across her body going as she moved in his arms. He kissed that clever mouth, tongue teasing as he pressed her thighs against the edge of the table gently.

He hooked a foot around the leg of a chair and pulled it to him as he devoured her mouth, her throat. As he sat he kissed a blazing trail down over her breasts until he was seated with his face buried in her belly. He breathed in her scent, her arousal and felt his cock twitch. He would savor this moment, his goddess being devoured, pleasured one orgasm at a time.

Her hands caressed his shoulders, toned muscle flexing under them as he moved. She craved him, wanted no one else but him. Was he ready for her to tell him she loved him she wondered as he helped her sit on the table and lay back? Was it too soon after dealing with his memories of Ana? His hands drifted up her arms and pushed them gently above her head so she could grip the edge of the table. All thoughts went out of her head completely as he sat back down trailing fingers down her torso. She spread her knees wide, his hands caressing her inner thighs softly as he kissed a path behind them, tongue trailing into the dip where hip met leg and nipped her gently.

“So beautiful.” He purred.

She could feel his hot breath on her skin as those devilish hands worked her body into a state of total bliss. Finally the last few weeks started to melt away. He was home, with her, with the kids, he’d come back to her. Those hands, she thought, as they started stealing her train of thought, those talented hands that completely wrecked her at every touch. So gentle yet so strong, so powerful yet so erotic.

“Don’t think love, just feel.” He murmured as his lips journeyed closer to her pussy. She was so wet for him, practically dripping with need, a need she only had for him.

He sat comfortably, and moved her feet to rest on his shoulders, spreading his hands along her inner thighs opening them wide. He would feast on her until she lost her mind. He had every intention of completely wrecking her.

He heard her breath quicken as his fingers trailed dangerously close to her pussy, brushed a knuckle over her mound without dipping in yet, he wanted her begging. He let his hands wander to cup her breasts, fingers toying with her nipples until the hard buds could be gently pinched. The tiny sounds of pleasure from her lips made him harder and he fought the urge to just pound into her for his own release. Those tiny moans and soft cries as his fingers and tongue ignited a fire across her body. This would be slow and devastating, just what she needed.

His knuckles brushed along her soaked pussy and she almost came, the guttural moan making him smile against her thigh. He ghosted his lips over her mound, his hot breath the only contact to her arousal and he felt her tremble.

“Please.” Her hoarse voice cried as she arched off the table. He teased her, repeating the pattern over and over again until her pleas became his name, her moans and gasps begging him to touch her.

He let his finger dip in and slid along her labia, that gentle touch causing her to almost stop breathing as the sensations battered her system. She was on the edge of a mind altering orgasm and he’d held her on that edge for what felt like an eternity, the slow torment completely frying her thoughts. He left her clit alone knowing as soon as he touched it, sucked it, she’d come.

He rested a finger at her entrance and slowly circled it, the pad caressing the swollen and aroused flesh. Her whimpers grew louder as that finger slipped into her to the first knuckle, circle and sink to the second, circle and sink to her core. Her hips tried to arch but he held her firmly as he slowly curled that finger as he withdrew it.

He pulled the tune of arousal from her core with each stroke, each kiss until her whimpering had almost turned to tears. He gradually added a second finger in much the same way as the first and watched her body tense. As he added a third his lips sucked and kissed her clit, a cry of desperation tearing itself from her throat.

He gently pulled her orgasm from her, the deep euphoria thundering through her as she cried out, that clever mouth destroying whatever thought tried to flutter about in her head. That glorious feeling of being taken.

He was painfully hard for her now, his cock straining against his sweats as he tipped her over for another mind blowing release. As she lay there writhing against his fingers and mouth he stood and pulled his sweats down to pool at his feet. He groaned as he stroked himself harder.

She felt him stand, his fingers still destroying her as his mouth travelled up her body. He sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down gently, the erotic sensation making her hiss. He gently removed his fingers and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“Soon my love.” He murmured as he kissed her neck.

“Please.” She whimpered, her fingers white and her hands gripped the table. “I need you.”

“I know love.” He purred. “And you’ll have all of me in a moment. Let me take you, wreck you.” He took a hold of his cock and rubbed along her wetness, her cries fueling his own need. Her hands left the edge of the table to clutch at him as her body was overwhelmed with sensation. Resting his tip at her entrance he took her hands in his and rested them above her head again.

“Leave them there.” He growled gently and nipped her jaw. His hands trailed over her body as he stood, that towering height only making her feel more aroused. He pressed his tip to her again and felt her pussy grip at it, inviting him to plunge into her. Positioning her feet on his hips he gently pushed her hips out with his hands, fingers trailing her inner thighs.

“Gustaf.” She begged, a full on whimper choked beg, she was beyond desperate for him.

“So beautiful.” He murmured. With small thrusts he tip fucked her, watching her writhe and buck on the end of his cock, the sounds coming from her wanton as she lost herself to him. He’d struggle to stay in control once he was inside her.

He watched her as her release built, thumb traveling down to circle over her clit. She arched and cried out as the contact sent her spiraling, her pleas whispered over and over again. That whisper turned to a scream as he gripped her hips and thrust in deep, filling her completely. Her climax shattered her as he continued, his rhythm slow and devastating.

He was relentless, his cock stretching her, his thumb sending spikes of pleasure through her core, the ocean blue gaze that never left her. Another release crested as her gaze found his, the eye contact too intense. She had no words, just this soul consuming need for him to never stop, to never leave her again.

Over and over he built her climax up and tipped her over the edge, euphoria melting her brain. He saw the look in her eyes now, completely lost to him but tired, she was tiring and he knew there would be tears afterward, he’d been counting on it. It was the stress relief she’d been looking for, the outlet, the explosive release she needed to heal the wounds he’d caused her.

He leaned over her, his elbows either side of her head, fingers caressing her forearms. His kiss was tender, that heartbreaking kindness and love pouring out of him.

“Harder.” She cried, he could hear the tears just below the surface. “Please.” Her desperation real.

“Anything for you love.” He purred and stood. He’d give her what she asked for, he’d give her the world.

He gripped her hips and quickened his pace. Looking down for the moment to watch his cock plunge into her before finding her gaze again.

“Go over love.” He said gently, his thumb drawing circles over her clit. She came hard, pussy throbbing around him as he kept the pace the same. He watched as she came again quickly and another build, each release and rise taking her further and further into delirium.

He fucked her hard now, hips pistoning, the stunning woman beneath him bucking against him.

“Sildie.” He sighed, his own release eminent, he couldn’t hold out anymore, her pussy was destroying his control.

She watched as his climax built. Her gorgeous man, so full of love and kindness. Her thoughts were a mess as he fucked her, his manhood filling her deeply. She felt the soul destroying orgasm surge from her core, one that would tear her apart.

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think of anything other than what he was doing to her and the pleasure he gave to her. She screamed his name as it ripped itself from her. Body so taught she could have sworn she snapped her spine. She writhed and bucked as he continued to fuck her hard, the table shaking with each stroke. Her name roared through the apartment as he came, those gentle fingers digging into her hips as he rode out their pleasure.

He lowered himself over her, a gentle kiss as he pried her white knuckled fingers from the edge of the table, drawing her in. The tears had started before she’d realized she was crying. He gently pressed his body against hers while they caught their breath.

“You’re ok love.” He murmured softly. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, letting a hand stroke down her body to soothe her. The shake of her head telling him what he needed to know immediately. He pulled out of her and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Sit up for me.”

As she sat he held her to him and sat back into the dining chair pulling her into his lap. She buried her face in his neck and wept as those strong arms wrapped around her, safe.

“I’m sorry.” She choked as the sobs tore out of her. “The last few weeks...”

“It’s ok. You’re ok, let it out.” He knew it had been building. His shit over the past weeks had affected her deeper than he’d realized at first.

“I’m not ok.” She mumbled. “You left.” She spat, tears falling, uncontrollable sobs bursting out of her. He kissed her head and closed his eyes as he mentally kicked himself again. He should have seen this coming. She’d kept a lid on it for weeks now, giving him the time to collect himself and heal all the while going out of her own mind. “You fucking left and I hate you for it, how it made me feel.” She sobbed and half heartedly punched him in the chest.

“I’m sorry love.” He said quietly into her hair. “I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way.” His own tears prickled his eyes. He let her cry, he’d let her beat him to a pulp if it made her feel better, let her hate him for it, he fucking deserved every ounce of her anger and grief. He’d left her and it had left its mark.

She clutched to him like a frightened child. The fear of him leaving suddenly very real in her mind. She wept, she sat in his lap and cried until it was all purged.

“I’m sorry love.” He soothed and it was the truth. He couldn’t see her go through this again.

“I know but...” She started, still snuggled into his neck. She didn’t want eye contact, she knew what she’d see. He wouldn’t make her feel guilty but she’d feel it for throwing it in his face. “You left, you left me, you left the kids, and it felt like you’d torn my heart clean out of my chest.” She sniffed and swiped the tears away, angry at herself for falling apart in his arms yet again. “I felt discarded, unwanted, useless, worthless and I know I’m not any of those things but you made me feel them.” She took a breath because she was rambling. “It hurt Gustaf. It fucking hurt and I don’t know how to get past it.” She let the silence hang for a moment. “I can’t do this without you anymore. I need you.”

“I need you too love.” He said quietly. She needed validation, her feelings be heard and he was listening. He’d caused this, the ripple of Ana’s toxicity that he’d not seen, not stopped, not protected her from.

She sat up and looked at him and trailed a finger down his jaw. “I thought you weren’t coming back. I thought I’d lost you when I couldn’t reach you. Nothing I said or did was reaching you and I thought... I can’t lose you as well.” She looked at those Nordic blue eyes she loved and saw the emotion in them, the pain. She knew this would hurt him and didn’t want that, but her feelings were just as valid. “It killed me inside when you left. Almost as much as it killed me when Quinn...” She sobbed, leaning her head against his. “You’re everything to me, to the kids and you left like it didn’t mean shit.” Her hand stroked his cheek and she kissed him tenderly.

“I’m sorry love.” Gustaf said gently. “I’ll keep saying it every day because I can’t do this without you either. I feel like shit that I hurt you, made you feel like you weren’t important to me. Because you are, I need you, I need you like my next breath and knowing that I’ve hurt you... that I’m responsible for...” He choked up, he couldn’t finish it. “I can’t.” His hands came up to stroke her head, feel that molten copper between his fingers. “I can’t even start to think about how to fix it, to make it better, to make it right. I’m trying, I’m fucking trying because I can’t lose you.” He said and looked at her, those glacial blue eyes so full of pain, pain he’d caused. “I want you, just you, the kids. I can’t lose you.”

“I know.” She said softly. “I can’t lose you either. I didn’t mean to drag this down on our heads today but I couldn’t keep it in anymore.” She said and toyed with the hair at his chest. She felt a little stupid how it had flooded out of her. Stupid but relieved.

“And you shouldn’t have to.” He kissed her, the love, the apology all mixed in together.

“I did because you weren’t in a good headspace, you’re still not.” She said gently. “Look at me.” She said as his gaze fell away. Only when he looked at her again did she continue. “You’re dealing with a lot love. I know it’s better than before but it’ll take time and many more tears before it’s done for you. I’m not giving up on you, on us. I still want you here, need you here Gustaf, with me with the kids.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted out.” He said quietly.

“If I wanted out love I wouldn’t be sitting here stark fucking naked in your lap after you rocked my world so many times I lost count.” She smiled and kissed him tenderly.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I can’t begin to even explain how sorry I am, there aren’t any words that come close.”

“I know you are, and I’m sorry for falling apart like a needy little bitch.” She huffed. Taking his face in her hands she kissed him, that sweet and tender kiss that always floored him. “I don’t hate you by the way.” She said gently, she’d said some things that were pretty harsh.

“I know you don’t.” He kissed her. He hated himself for making her feel that way though. She didn’t deserve that.

She kissed him sinfully. The emotion swinging the other way in an attempt to calm them both. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Thank you.” She said softly. “For hearing me out.” She added when he looked at her slightly puzzled.

“We ok?” He held his breath, he wanted to be. He wanted everything to get back to normal too but it was all still hanging over them like a dark storm cloud.

“We’re ok love.” Her smile set him at ease. “Sometimes I just need to be heard.”

He kissed her, that slow burn that lingered. “Together.”

“You and me love. Together we’re stronger than her.” Her kiss was that mind altering, cock hardening kiss that never failed to make him groan.

“You want more?” He growled as she rocked against him, somewhat surprised. His hands suddenly urgent on her hips.

“I always want more of you.” She purred. “I can never get enough of feeling you fuck me.” She devoured his mouth, that clever, dangerous mouth.

“What time do I pick the kids up?” He asked as her fingers brushed his shoulders.

“Five.” Her mouth took his again.

“We have time.” He breathed as he looked at the clock above the kitchen table.

“Good because I want you just like this.” She purred and devoured his mouth again. That sinful taste of her kiss, her slender fingers stroking him, he was lost to her already.

“Sildie.” He breathed, his hands gripping the flesh of her ass as she stroked his cock. “My Sildie.”

“I’m all yours love.” She said gently. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s.” It was the truth and he needed to hear it. She knew what she’d just said would weigh on him but it needed to be said. She couldn’t hide things from him, especially her emotions when there was upheaval in their lives. Their relationship wouldn’t be based on lies and deceit.

She kissed him hard as she positioned him at her entrance, hovering until he whimpered, his control nearly snapping. His gaze locked onto hers as she slowly impaled herself, his girth stretching her until he bottomed out. His hands gripped her hips as he struggled, that control slipping further.

“Sildie.” He choked.

“What do you want love?” She murmured, her pussy clenching him, pulsing around him.

“I want you to fuck me.” He growled and devoured her mouth, those destructive fingers tangling into her hair. “Take me, all of me.” His eyes searched hers. “I’m yours Sildie.” He said honestly. “I’ll always be yours.”

Her slight smile before she kissed him made his heart soar. They would be ok.

“All mine.” She whispered as she started to ride him, her hands fanning out against his chest. She rode him hard, the need to feel, to take. She could see his body shake as she undid him. Her man, all hers.

She devoured his mouth, his hands urgently finding her breasts and squeezing. Desperation clawed at him as she blanked his mind. His cock buried deep inside her, the slow hard ride.

“Sildie.” He warned, he couldn’t hold it back. She ground against his pelvis and felt her clit ignite her release. “Go over first love.” He growled and gripped her hips tightly.

“Gustaf.” Her breath hitched as he pulled her onto him as she rode him.

“Let me watch you come.” He breathed. “Look at me.” As soon as her eyes found his her orgasm tore through her. He swallowed her cry as her pussy throbbed around him, sucking him, claiming him.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her to him as he came hard, the euphoria almost making him black out. He kissed her deeply as they caught their breath.

“Fuck me.” He breathed out.

“I think I just did and I’m gonna need a minute if you want to go again.” She giggled which made him laugh.

“After you get the kids. I should be recovered by then.” He smirked.

“Wore you out.” She nipped his bottom lip playfully.

“Ha. You wait till the weekend love then we’ll see who’s worn out.”

She tapped his arm to let her go. “I need to get dressed and go pick the monsters up.”

“I’ll get them.” He said gently, he wouldn’t fight her on it but he wanted to pick them up.

“You... you want to get the kids?” She asked a little taken back.

“If you’re ok with it, I’d like to.” His eyes searched hers and then he kissed her tenderly. “Think about it, doesn’t have to be today.” He knew she liked to chew things over, especially when it involved the kids.

“I’ll think about it. I have to get you signed up with the school and daycare so they know who’s picking them up.” She kissed him softly. “Thank you for today.” She leaned her head against his. “For hearing me out.”

“Anytime love.” He looked at her, those eyes of perfect ice blue. “I’m sorry.”

“I know. We’ll be ok and I feel better after being heard.” She smiled quickly before kissing him sinfully.

“Get up, go get the kids, and I’ll start dinner.” He chuckled, knowing if she kissed him again like that he’d have her on all fours on the table.

She thought about his offer of collecting the kids after school. If he was home and not busy it would be nice for them to come home at three instead of five or later depending on her case load. They could bond with him more too which was always a good thing. She trusted him with them, knew they’d be safe, but there was this guilt. The guilt of they’re her responsibility not his and she was off loading them onto him. “Which is bullshit and you know it.” She huffed. If they were going to be a family these were the things she had to bend on.

With the kids happily chatting in the car she made her way home. Maybe she would ask him to move in. It would be after Christmas though. The rest of this Ana shit had to be calmed down enough for them to both think clearly before that happened.

He tidied up from their coupling, washing the table down with a grin. He loved her, he’d say those fucking words to her too. He’d expected the tears, something had been eating away at her, and she’d held onto it for him, letting him settle after their argument. She was right though, they would be ok.

It was so normal coming through the door. Kids talking, Lily chattering, Gustaf in the kitchen making something that smelled divine. The kids greeted him and went about their after school routine, it just seemed ridiculously normal, but she could get used to it.

“You ready for our getaway?” He asked as she snuggled into him naked and relaxed, the kids finally in bed, the days work done.

“So ready. I want to move past these last few weeks.” She said sleepily.

“Me too love. I’m away Tuesday next week but should be back Wednesday morning.” His finger stroked her hip lazily.

“Leaving Monday night right?”

“Yeah my flights at like 7:20 I think, I can check tomorrow.” He kissed her head and trailed a finger lightly over her back.

“That feels so good.” She mumbled.

“I can make it feel better if you’re not completely wrecked.” He chuckled and was surprised when she lay on top of him.

“You know I’m feeling very hungry for dessert again.” She said with a wicked smile. “No, stay there.” She said as he went to flip them and started kissing her way down his body.

He looked down at his goddess nestled between his thighs, that magic tongue licking him from balls to tip before swirling it around his head and plunging him into her mouth. She had him hard and begging for her to fuck him in moments.

She straddled him and circled his tip at her entrance before slowly sinking down onto him. His hands gripped her hips as she started to ride him, the length and girth of his manhood stroking her most intimate places. She leaned down to take his mouth with hers, to gaze into those ocean eyes and drown, all her stress from their conversation earlier in the day melted away.

She rode him hard, and as her orgasm crashed through her she linked her fingers with his at her hips and bounced, driving him deeper. That was all it took to build her up again and to take him with her as they spiraled into erotic bliss together.

He pulled her down so she lay on top of him, head resting on that expansive chest. His heartbeat, although rather erratic right now, soothed her. Home, she thought, he was her home.

“Sleep now love.” He murmured as those fingers danced lazily over her back in soothing patterns. He held his breath for the plea for him to stay that didn’t come and he smiled kissing her head, she’d moved past it, they could move on.

He waited until she was out cold before rolling her to the mattress and snuggling her in. He lay there awake thinking, of their relationship, of the kids, of their future. One day he thought, one day I’ll marry you. He kissed her head, breathing in that scent that always grounded him and slipped into sleep himself.

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grotesquegabby · 5 years ago

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Might be a long answer but I wanted to ask X3 What is your opinion about every single killer in DBD?

awe shiet~ here is the list and how I feel x3

GhostFace: I just played against him and seeing him run by all I could say ahh its the sexyman himself mmmmmm.. x3 I love Ghostface but I make a lot of them mad but they arent the only killer I make mad. x3 I leved mine on the switch up to level 6 but still havent played as him. I cant wait~ They do be sneaky which makes sense its Ghostface. I also like going up against him cause the sound of his knife swing is just (9 u^u)9 beautiful~

The Shape/Micheal Myers: big and beefy mmm those broad shoulders~ Its terrifying going up against him cause just like Ghostface kind of a small terror radius plus his theme music gives me feelings. Not all of them terrifying x3 lol anyway~....for some reason Ive ended up as the obsession more often with Micheal. Lucky me? x3

The Executioner/Pyramid Head: They nerfed his ass because it was too powerful, and only a few people still have that skin for pyramid head. Bring back his ass! (9 *O*)9 ahhhhh, but mm I like him, Ive been I think...moried by Pyramid head twice. ANd hes the only killer to have moried me at the moment. He moried me each time because I pissed off whoever was playing him x3 I kept being a ...distraction.

The Trapper: Ive played against some new trappers and recently some who played him really really well. Ive heard a little of his story and eee sounds like a daddys boy. Really looks up to his dad and it did not seem like a healthy role model whatsoever but im still working on getting story since I havent played as killer just yet. Gotta be in the right mind set. uwu But this is an alright killer its easy for me to avoid traps and usually get out of them if I have Feng as my character.

The Wraith: Ive had....a time with the wraith. Recently a lot of good players have been the wraith and its frustrating but this is a killer i do feel kind of bad for. I wish I knew how the wraith became the wraith and looking like how he do but his little backstory got me feeling bad for him. But damn his invisible ass be making me mad x3 Like theres a survivor right there but no you gotta come at me. maybe he knows something about me that the survivors dont i dont know x3

The Hillbilly: I dont know if Ive won against the hillbilly but his story makes me feel bad for him too. His parents got what was coming to them. But poor guy part of mes like cant we just show this killer some love and compassion and maybe he can be better ;7; but hes gotten me a lot x3

The Nurse: The nurse i find to actually be an easier killer to face cause she moves pretty slowly but the last one I faced downed two survivors and stood right by them waiting for me and the other person still standing to come heal them. I think we managed to heal them but I dont remember if we all escaped or if she got them again. uwu I also...feel for her backstory as well. shes been through so much emotionally and mentally...im not surprised about what happened to her but i feel it could have been avoided somehow...again I feel bad for her.

The Hag: another killer I feel bad for due to their backstory...but I do dislike going against her..and her charms.....Her fucking decoys scare the shit outta me and its a bitch and a half to unhook someone x3 but it does keep one on their toes. Ive only escaped her once every time after Ive died x3

The Doctor: This bitch...ive noticed playing against the Doctor usually results in camping....letting people bleed to death and being used as bait for other survivors. Usually the Doctors are assholes from what Ive seen most of the time anytime I go agaisnt a Doctor its a lot of the same tactics.

The Huntress: I feel for her story but i also dislike how she took care of the little girls she kidnapped. Like...why did they starve to death first of all...she knows what starvation is so yeah...anyway Ive faced Huntress many times. Always narrowly avoiding her thrown hachets. fun x3 Ive tricked her many times too even when she camped this one round I faced a few days back. (- =w=-) hehehe still fixed that last generator~ But shes pretty decent to go against. I think there was a time one tried to help me exit but.....didint do so good they kept dropping me by the door expecting me to get up but i was too injured for it. then the entity got me.

The Clown: hate him...one; he ugly. two: he nasty and not in the good way. Three: i dont like his outfit..its gross. four: i find his aesthetic awful. its displeasing to my eyes. It never described what he did to his victims but.....something about him just I really dont like. Could be the fact hes kind of like John wayne gacy but....something makes me feel...gross u.u So out of most of the killers besides the Doctor the Clown does make me uncomfortable. and I love clowns but not this clown.

The Spirit: Her story made me sad..and angry. Like oof....I dont have all the words to describe how I felt for her. But shes an interesting killer, ive faced her only a few times. I can hear her scream and it sounds so sad and painful though like part of me wants to run to her and be like ahhhhhhh ill scream with you, screamings cathartic. x3

The Deathslinger: faced him once? I dont think I lived...I was the distraction too many times in that round and probably got hooked near dying so x3 but his gun is cool glad I didnt get grabbed by it though. Apparently as it drags you in he walks to you.

The Oni: big~ I mean spooky x3 I like this guy. Ive faced him a few times. I dont know his story I dont think I’ve read it yet but I do like him. Is it true him and the spirit are related, if so thats neat but damn...is her family cursed or something like whaaa! its terrifying when he gets all powered up and charges. I saw him run down the map and I was shook!

The Demogorgon: the noises...mmmm. anyway x3 recently made one mad~ stayed near me while I died on the hook. But I do enjoy going up against it as long as its one of the open maps. those building maps like the school or hispital ;7; i hate it, i hate going against any killers in those type of maps.

The Plague: I personally dont like vomit x3 but I do like The Plague. shes pretty~ (- uwu-) I faced her in the hospital and died too but like x3 it was interesting. Ive never been vomited on before oh wait nevermind babies did that to me. but by an adult no never x3 her story is interesting but I also do sort of feel for her as well cause of it.

The Legion: Didnt know these were teens till you mentioned it x3 I like their masks. Every time still...i played against legion again this week and it was one of the bunny skins. x3 they got me it was the first time a legion played saw me and got me. pretty nice playing against Legion though.

The Pig: Played against her once I think i dont think i got the trap on my head but i dont fully remember. uwu seeing the little puppet made me smile~

The Cannibal: I dont really care for the movie series despite not seeing it but ive seen enough clips and heard anough to know I wont like it. Facing him is a bitch and a half with his flailing. The last few times Ive played against him everyone died.

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sheilarice1 · 4 years ago

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Silver Death - Part 9

H-RR:

Setting up my surround sound system in the gym I remember to turn up the volume as high as it will go and then make sure that the door for the hallway is shut correctly.

After making sure that everything is ready or secured I start my music.

The music that's starts playing and is an old lullaby that Winter sung to me when I was new at the facility that I was originally placed in for experimentation.

Looking at the punching bag in front of me I close my eyes to concentrate for a few brief moments before re-opening them only to see the agent that shot my mother standing in the place where the punching bag occupied moments earlier.

I start to beat on the bag, and after a couple of minutes my hands start to get used to the feeling of them hitting something repeatedly so I stop, wrap them and start beating it again.

By the time Winter finds me the bag is ripped in multiple places and has blood covering some of its surface, but I'm still beating it. Widow and Captain have accompanied him this far and stop at the door when they see me.

My hands are covered in blood and dripping down my arms onto my torso,legs and the floor. My hair is messy and bloody from my hands running through it, and the gym floor has sand and fabric from the bag strewn across it.

When my music runs out of new songs and replays the first completely I turn around and notice them for the first time.

(Winters P.O.V.)

When I go to find Silver I literally bump into Natasha and ask her to come along, she comes obviously curious about what I was going to say at breakfast four hours ago.

Steve was about to go to the gym where Silver is currently so when we see him walking across the shed to the hidden door I stop him so we can go in together.

Not hearing any noise from the gym we remember that she has sound proofed it. Opening he door we are greeted by a song that would give most people nightmares, but sing others to sleep.

Тили-тили-бом (Tili Tili Bom)

The first time Silver heard this song she was still Jessica: a scared little girl that wanted her mother.

It was her first night at the first facility she was placed in.

When she wouldn't stop yelling and the guards were planning on going into her cell to beat her until she was quiet.

I had yelled for the girl to be brought to my cell, which the guards had happily obliged assuming that I would make her shut up. Instead I picked her up and started talking to her.

Although I can't remember the words that I had said I know that she started to quiet down. And by the time I finished talking she was just watching me playing with the seams in my metal arm.

I can remember her looking at me and being so quiet that I could barely hear her whisper "can you sing? I can't sleep without a lullaby." She was so quiet back then, before all the testing and torture.

When Silver spoke I stopped thinking of the past and payed attention to the present.

"It's one of my favourite songs. But it will always be my favourite lullaby."

"You were so small on the day I met you. You were just under five years old. And wearing a pink dress."

"I remember that day. I killed a room full of people. And then you picked me up and took me out of that room, holding me and patting my back as you did so." She seemed so happy with her words.

Natasha and Steve watch as we talk. Silver has noticed them but hasn't made the effort to include them into the conversation.

"What do you mean 'I killed a room full of people?' If you weren't even five and in a room full of HYDRA agents how could you kill them all?"

When Steve speaks up Silver contemplates what to tell them.

"I was born with the ability to turn invisible and the ability to control fire. When the agents put me in a room of weapons and told me to throw a knife at the target maybe ten feet away from me I hit the man standing beside it. So I got handed a sword. I turned invisible as did the sword. And all twenty-five soldiers in the room were dead. Until they sent Winter in.

He picked me up and walked me to my cell. And after a few hours of me yelling the guards were threatening to beat me if I didn't shut up. Winter had called for me to be placed in his cell with him. The guards obliged -most likely assuming that he would beat me- and Winter took care of me on that first night. He sang to me and rocked me, while I was sobbing into his shoulder."

"But I've never seen you cry."

"You were wiped a few days later. I guess that memory hasn't come back yet. It's not like it's important anyways."

Watching Steve I nod my head towards her. Slowly he steps towards her and hugs her. It takes her a few seconds until she returns it by even then only for a second before pushing Steve away.

"I don't like physical contact. But thank you for trying to make me feel better."

She turns around and starts to hit the bag again. Reopening any cuts that had the slightest chance of closing.

(Silver's P.O.V.)

Winter and the others had left a few minutes ago. Captain had hugged me only for me to push him away. Widow had not said a single word while they were here. Winter looked pained when I told him he had seen me cry, but only to have the memory be destroyed less than a week later. I had told him that it had been a few days but I had lied. It had been the day after when they found me in his cell with him.

I continued hitting the bag in front of me. The swing of the bag kept me going, it reminded me of the last weeks I spent with Winter inside of HYDRA.

**Flash back thingy**

"Harder! Hit it harder! You are able to hit it hard enough for it to break so do it!"

"Ah!"

Screaming as I hit the bag busting some seems I glance at Winter he nods

"Make her continue until her hands bleed. I need a strong assassin that's not afraid to bleed for the cause."

"Yes sir."

Winter looked at me a mouthed

'I'm sorry' before yelling

"You heard him! Let's go!"

I beat the bag until my hands and shins were covered in my own blood. And when Winter said I could quit I kept going not hearing him.

"Silver. Your going to damage yourself. Stop," I continued. "stop please!"

He grabbed my arm as I was swinging and yelled the last part.

It startled me enough to stop and look at him. He pulled me close and picked me up carrying me to the medics room.

**flashback thingy over**

"You need a new bag. That one has blood in it."

"No shit Sherlock."

"Stark actually. But I'm flattered by that mistake."

"It's not a compliment. I'm trying to be rude." Stopping and turning around "And how did you get in here?"

"Watched the others leave. Came in to see what was in here. So far haven't been disappointed. But the real question is; why are you beating that if most of the sand is on the ground or in your cuts?"

"Because I can."

"That's not an answer."

"Oh it's an answer. Might not be one you like, but it's still an answer."

"Touché. You should get those checked out by Bruce," gesturing to my hands and shins he continues "I doubt he would want them to get infected."

"Well he shouldn't have to worry. They will be fine in a few hours. Probably."

He stays silent for a few moments while tapping on his phone.

"He's on his way."

"Who's on his way?"

"Bruce."

"Banner?"

"Yup. You should clean up now because as soon as he gets here he's gonna make you sit."

"When he gets here to do what?"

"Look at your hands and legs. So hurry before he gets here."

Turning and running down the hall Stark leaves me alone once again.

"Clean up? Why do I have to clean up? It's not like there's a mess or anything."

Taking the bloodied bag down from its hook I work on cleaning the sand up and putting it into a garbage bin.

By the time Banner gets to me I'm hanging another bag up and before I notice him a square up and start hitting the bag, leaving blood on it.

"Thats going to hurt in the morning."

"Nah. It'll be fine."

"Sit down."

Looking over my shoulder I scoff at Banner.

"You don't get to tell me what to do. Only Winter gets to."

Of course Winter walks in as I am saying this "Then sit down."

"James your ruining my fun."

"Stark told me she was still going. Now Silver listen to the doctor and sit the heck down."

I look at him scoff and drop to my butt.

"I meant in the chair over here but that works."

He starts walking towards me making me feel small. Shooting up I sit back down on the dumbbell bench and hold out my hands so Banner could see them.

"Why did you shoot up like that?"

"You were to tall standing above me like that. I don't like feeling small."

Now it's Falcons turn to walk in "That's good to know, and good for my assessment."

"Why don't you and your assessment fly off Falcon?"

"Anger issues."

"No I just don't- what's that?"

Banner had pulled something out of the first aid kit I have. I've never opened it but it's something everyone should have.

"It'll help fight infection. You don't have any allergies right?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of. Or HYDRA is for that matter."

"Good. Sam come here I need some assistance with wrapping these. Like how you would before training."

"I suck at that. Winter? You wanna?"

"Never knew how Sam," Almost taunting me Winter walks out the door only to return with Captain in tow "but he does."

"I can wrap them myself Doctor. I learned how."

"You need to keep your hands still for the next twenty minutes. Steve come here." Banner was in on something judging by the glint in his eyes.

"What am I doing?"

While I had been watching the doc I hadn't noticed America walk up beside me.

"None of us other than her know how to wrap hands. Like how someone would get ready for a fight."

"Yah I can do that. Not that hard. But Bucky I thought you know how, how else would she have learned how to?"

"He didn't teach me. Someone from the H-RR did. I mean I was part of H-RR but mostly HYDRA.

By the time I had finished talking Banner had put peroxide and ointment on my hands and legs while Steve was wrapping my hands.

"Silver. I don't remember what the H-RR is. What is it?"

"It's an acronym, that stands for HYDRA Red-Room."

I couldn't understand why they looked so worried when I said that.

"What?"

"Nothing. But let's go to the house. We all need a talk."

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dementedgnomicwizard · 5 years ago

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i preplanned those tunnel tweets + made a list of specifically what pictures i wanted and finished making the worms earlier this morning so like i wasnt Winging It at all but it sure felt like it! bc weve only ever gone to the tunnels as a group before, but today the only time i could go was in the 25 minutes before my evening class and no one else was free then so i was like whatever ill just go get my pictures and then to class and it’s fine. so i put my little sandwich baggie full of worms in my pocket and went over to the machinery building, which is where the tunnel entrance is, but the entrance is in the basement and there’s two ways to get into the basement both of which are almost always locked so i was like well i’ll just check and see if either of them are open. and it turned out the freight elevator was allowing trips to the basement so i got in and went down

the freight elevator spits you out in like this really cluttered and fucked-up looking storage basement basically which is where the tunnel entrance is and while the tunnel is dark the basement itself is usually lit by these shitty fluorescents HOWEVER! today when the elevator doors opened it was absolutely completely dark in the entire enormous basement. but at that point i was like i made it over here, i have my worms, i have my photo list, i have time before class, and what are the odds the elevator will be working again, ill just use my flashlight who cares. so i turned my flashlight on and started picking my way through to the tunnel entrance, except i stopped and made a detour to take pics in that little office room because i thought it would sorta look like the room where they found gertrude’s body and i could make a fun joke about it ANYWAY as i’m coming out of the office room i notice that the stairway door directly across from me is open, which is weird because they’re Never open because they don’t want us to go down there. so i was like, shit, maintenance and/or security are down here and my only way out is the super obvious elevator so ill just wait them out so i like turned my flashlight off and crouched behind a bunch of shit

anyway i just sort of huddled in the dark for a while and soon enough it became clear that no one was actually coming so i took advantage of my proximity to the ground to scatter some worms and take that first worm pic where im pointing. and then i was like okay, might as well get the tunnel bit over with. so the area of the basement where the mouth of the tunnel is is closed off with this big metal fence and there’s like a wire-mesh on the front with a huge padlock only years and years of horrible college students have managed to sort of beat the bottom half of the gate a few inches outwards + compromise its integrity enough that its easy to pull far enough open for someone else to slip through. however my problems today were 1) like i said ive only ever gone with a group before, meaning i’d always had someone to hold the gate open for me, and i had never attempted to get through without assistance before let alone back out and 2) the gate is RIGHT next to the stairs that i mentioned earlier were open when they usually never are. so i stood there for a minute like... okay, say i DO try to get through myself, and i get stuck. OR, say that happens and THEN whoever was working down here comes back and im stuck so i get caught and in trouble.

and then i was like actually fuck it we ball so i like. sort of just got down fully on the ground (which was gross btw do not recommend) and like rolled and twisted and pushed myself around until i wiggled through. that was the moment when i sort of started to accept just how much tunnel dirt i was gonna be covered in by the end but it was so far past too late to back out so i headed into the tunnel entrance. it gets TRULY dark like really really soon after you walk in also like i thought the basement outside was dark because the lights were off but the tunnels are like.... DARK. anyway i stopped halfway down the entry tunnel to try and set up the like “worm door outline” thing from after MAG39 and like initially i had thought that i could figure out an okay way to at least temporarily get them on the wall bc theyre made of latex and super light but it was quickly apparent that that would not be the case so i found a patch of the floor that looked smooth enough to be a wall and set it up on there instead. so i’m like. squatting on the floor in this very dark and kind of gross tunnel, and i have my phone laying on the ground next to me flashlight-side-up so i can see as well as use both hands to dig cold little latex worms out of a sandwich baggie and arrange them in a pattern on the ground and the flashlight was lighting up the tunnel in the most fucked up way and it was dead silent and the WHOLE time i was like, and this is the moment when like a maintenance worker turns the corner and finds me and is just like, hello??? theres some clown playing with worms in the tunnel????

anyway that did not happen and instead i got my little doorway set up and then it was time to take the first pic (of the worm door by itself without me in it) which was when i realized that when i open my camera app my phone forcibly turns the flashlight off so every time i wanted to take a picture in the tunnels i was gonna have to turn my light off and just like chill alone in the pitch dark in a tiny tunnel for however long it took me to take each photo and i was like hm okay wig i guess so i took the door pic and then it took me like four tries to get myself positioned right for the cringe ass fail worms one because, surprisingly, it is difficult to position yourself directly in the center of an archway of worms that you cannot see, and while i was doing all those failed tries i got to spend a lot of time laying splayed out on my back in the dark on the tunnel floor anyway i got it finally so i just sort of kicked the worms to the sides and kept going in further. to get to the pit you have to turn left at the first fork and then take a right and then theres this weird like step? thing? in the middle of the tunnel and if youre me you have to do a super awkward crabwalk limbo step thing to get over it because the pipes on the ceiling above it are hot and the step comes up to like 6 inches below the pipe but also i dont like to touch the top of the step because its gross. so its always a production. this time i think they had worked on that pipe recently or something because it was leaking so the step was wet and the pipe dripped hot water onto my neck while i was crawling under it LMAO

anyway from there its a straight shot and it opens out into this like larger room near the entrance to the engine room and the pit is right at the edge of where the dirt of the tunnel turns into the concrete of the room floor. and theyve like half-covered the top of it in wooden planks but theyre not held down so when you have to step on them just for a second to get out of the tunnel its so nervewracking. theres overhead lights in that room though so that was nice idk if i couldve managed the flashlight-camera-transition in the dark AND one-handed. so i took my from-above tunnel pic and then i was like (checks my photos list) “well...... i did say id get two from inside the pit.” i had actually never been in the pit before because the other two times i’ve gone to the tunnels i’ve been with other people and they would barely even let me get near it let alone get on the ladder. so i was like well i guess there is a first time for everything so i put my phone in my back pocket and ducked under the little yellow chain they have up and started going down the ladder and i got like 8? maybe 10? feet down before i thought to look down again and let me just say..... all the times we had looked into that pit from above we had never guessed anywhere CLOSE to how deep it actually was. thats all. so i was like.... um i was expecting to be able to like, stand on solid ground while i take this pit selfie, but that was clearly not going to be an option, but also i had committed this far already to getting these pics from the pit so i was like ugh i guess and hooked my one arm over the ladder so i could get my phone out w the other hand and take the pics from in there. and then i climbed back out. the ladder rungs made my hands SO gross and dirty with rust i was like eugh eugh.

but after that the only picture left to take was the one w my pen and the only way for me to go was back out towards the entrance so i was like its fine im almost done. so i went back out until i got to the tunnel after the first fork and i was like cool here’s a good a place as any so i got my pen ready + went to get my camera out, and literally RIGHT as the flashlight went out and the camera app opened i was like SO sure i saw something move vaguely in the darkness to my right like REALLY close to me shoulder height so i was like uhhh no and took a flash photo more out of reflex than anything and i didnt see anything but also the flash lit up for like, one second and then it was dark again so i like switched back to the flashlight really quick and obviously it was just a normal tunnel and i was the only one there so i opened the camera app again to try to take the pic again and literally just like the first time right as the flashlight turned off i was soooo sure something moved right next to me like so close but i was like “nell. youre being insane.” so i didnt do anything and i just took like three more possible variations on the pic i wanted and then i turned my flashlight back on and once again obviously nothing was amiss so i was like epic win and went back out the tunnel entrance. and then i was like............. oh god i have to do the gate squirm again. but there was no other way so i just did it really fast before i could really get worked up about it lol and then i went back over to the freight elevator only when i pressed the button it would light up and then immediately go dark when i unpressed it and i was like oh fuck because 90% of the time when you get in on the ground floor this elevator literally refuses to take you to the basement and i was like oh no it re-locked while i was down here and now i can’t get up this way so im just like in this basement for the foreseeable future but then of course as i was going down that tangent the elevator doors opened and i stepped into the fluorescent light and looked down and was like wow i am just so thoroughly, completely, orangely covered in dirt. but i made it home with like 5 minutes to wash up a bit before my evening class so that was a win! i did learn however that i should never take my evening dose of adderall directly after a bit of minor breaking&entering while the adrenaline is still there because when i got to class i almost jackhammered a hole through the floor with my shakyleg

#tired and still probably quite dirty if im being honest but Satisfied with the Outcome #also i had a lot of fun during + especially afterwards when i got to actually use the pics i took

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the-fiction-witch · 5 years ago

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Apologize P1 & 2

REAL LIFE: X CREATIVE COUPLE: TBS X READER RATING: DARK + SAD

It was raining, Or so my mother told me.

August 24th At 00:02 am,

I made my grand Arrival into this world.

Loudly, Or so my family told me.

They liked to joke that my screams woke everyone who lived within five miles of the hospital when I was born.

I was Named After my Great Grandmother who we had just lost a few months before I was born.

I was taken to a little Semi-detached house on a little road with a big sister and a Puppy to keep me company.

I remember the tree in our garden that always summoned butterflies.

I remember the Buttercups in the garden flower pots, I do believe I ate the dirt from one of them once,

I don't remember much of being a little girl I just remember being happy and giggly

I think i would have revelled in it a little longer if I knew what was coming,

I Remember the first day of school, My mother never sent me to Preschool as she thought it was expensive and it was far easier to just have me at home as she worked from home anyway, But I remember the first day away from that house.

I stood in a little striped white and blue dress with grey socks and Shinny black shoes that squeaked if they touched each other My Thick hair Pulled tight into a painful ponytail holding a Plush Bear, Looking up at the high green gates that where taller then the buildings themselves the buildings grey and boring bricks with Strangely arranged doors with children running around of all sorts of ages most of the year groups staying to themselves,

And suddenly I was alone with a million eyes on me in every possible direction I felt like I wanted to cry so I ran as fast as my little feet would carry me over to my big sister who stood with some friends

"what do you want?" she asked,

"play?" I asked

"Go play with kids in your class," she says pushing me over to a kids my own age "Go Make friends Y/n"

so I sat on the concrete floor rocks poking my legs and bottom, till something hit my arm

"Owww!" I complained as my arm began hurting

"Are you okay?" A voice asked I turned to look and it was a boy the same age as me with a football and a little plushie seal tucked into his shirt pocket he was tall for his age and quite lanky with a blonde mop of hair and big brown eyes

"yeah" I nodded

"Then Get out the way next time!" He yelled before he ran off,

Not long after someone came out with a bell so I went to the class they told me too and the teacher lead me to a desk with my name written on it I looked at the name next to me

'Thomas Brodie Sangster' I looked to the person taking the seat beside me it was the boy who hit me with the ball

"Ohh its you?" He sighed "Why did I have to sit with the Ugly girl!" He whined to the teacher

"Thomas thats not very nice!" The teacher said

"I Don't wanna sit next to the fat girl!" He yelled

"Thomas sit down and appologize to Y/n" the teacher orders

I didn't know why but I was already crying so I held my ear tight and ran to the toilets sitting under the sinks with my bear

I sat at my desk a little excited as I did some maths work Looking at my table, I was the only one in class who didn't share a table with someone else, as Thomas threw a fit and knowone else would willingly sit with me, it was nice as I got a whole desk to myself and I put my bear in the spare chair, however, everyone had someone to talk to... everyone but me.

I glanced up at the board with the problems written all over it we were meant to be solving even if most people were just messing around with each other I saw Thomas across the room doing his work sitting with his freind mark who was making paper aeroplanes and throwing them at various people Thomas was looking at me leaning his head on his hand his elbow on the table he was looking right at me the second I looked over he stuck his tounge out at me so I looked away back to my work

"Right everyone, hand back your work and get your bags ready for swimming lessons," the teacher said so I passed my work to the next table and got up going out to the coat hooks getting my little swimming bag, it was clear blue plastic with all my things wrapped up in it I felt a shove almost hitting my head on the wall

"Surprised you didn't crack the wall!" Thomas's Voice Yelled as he grabbed his stuff and went back to the classroom I sighed taking my things back to the classroom lining up in alphabet order, Once the teacher said so we all walked out to the bus, as usual, I sat on my own Looking out the window watching the water run up and down the window as it had gathered in between the layers of the glass in the window I ignored the paper planes and sandwich wrappers being thrown at me the whole journey rushing into the girls changing room at the pool, I almost ran hiding in a little cubicle not watching to be around the other girls changing into my blue and white swimsuit, I went outputting my stuff away in a locker and lining up at the back of the rest of the girls in there cute little pink bikini's and costumes with butterflies and flowers There Young Bodies starting to slowly mature some of them in training bar's and a few of them using makeup already Once it was time to go out I tried to stay away from view best I could not wanting anyone to make fun of me we walked out to the pool complex the smell of clorine and the heat in the air, the little waves in the empty pool, all the girls sitting on the ledge waiting for the instructor all of them making eyes at the boys who sat around on the other ledge

"Ohh my god!" A voice laughed I looked and noticed, ever girl was sat and there was no space for me meaning everyone was looking at me being the only one stood up. Their eyes felt like knives Like There glares burnt my skin like acid as they all looked at me judging every inch of my body there were whispers and laughs amongst each other until

"Look, Everyone" A Familiar voice laughed It was Thomas stood, his mop of blonde hair tussled in his hand his thin lanky body exposes all but his blue loose-fitting shorts "Its Y/n The Manatee!"

and within seconds the name stuck and everyone was pointing and laughing at me

"Y/n the manatee! Y/n the Manatee!" over and over and over again.

"Ohh what's the matter you gonna cry?" he asked me grabbing the strap of my swimsuit pulling it high and letting go causing it to painfully snap on my skin "Oh no Manatee Cry those ugly little eyes out!"

"Thomas Brodie Sangster!" A voice yelled it was the instructor man with his whistle "Is that any way to treat a young Lady?"

"Hardly a lady is she" He argued

"You Apologize this second young man!"

"NO!" He screamed grabbing my hair by my ponytail My immediate reaction was to scream at the top of my lungs as he pulled my hair hard and threw me into the pool ...

I stood putting my coat on the hook outside the classroom as well as my other things getting my thick heavy books to use almost as a shield from people's eyes as I took my seat we didn't have any work to do today so I put my head in my books trying to ignore the groups of people talking about the new school, there were three in the area we could attend, the Gramma school, The Academy and the other school. I was hoping maybe people from here wouldn't be going to the same school as me so I'd get a new start away from these people but more than anything I hoped I'd e away from Thomas.

I had begged my mother to let me stay home from school somedays,

Or to take me on holiday,

Or to transfer me to another school,

this horrible comments had made me cry myself to sleep more nights than I dare to count,

I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn't be coming to the same school as me,

If he was I wouldn't be able to escape his torment for another four years.

I almost finished my book when the teacher wished us all luck for September and bid us all goodbye so I went putting my books in my bag when I suddenly felt a slap on my butt I panicked and almost screamed

"So where are you going in September Y/n Manatee?"

"None of your Business Thomas"

"Well we will find out won't we Y/n" he smirked

I remember being overwhelmed looking at this huge school filled with people fighting, running and yelling at each other I looked at the map in my hand slightly struggling to read it heading to the block and room that was to be my form room for the next four years opening the door

"Ohh come in really! I think I'm stuck in this fuckers gravitational pull!" Thomas laughed

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Don't use that word!' the teacher yelled

"Which one?" He asked

"The f word, one more time and I'll give you detention" the teacher warns

"I'm not sitting with her!" He complained

"Well I'm sure if you two had a talk you could become best friends" the teacher suggested

"I don't want anything to do with... Her" he groaned

"Thomas you will sit with her" the teacher says "go on dear"

I sighed and took the seat next to Thomas he groaned moving his chair away from me as far as he could get, I put my books down on the desk and began to read while he was sat drawing something in a superhero notebook, his black trousers very loose to his skinny form infact they had been turned up at the bottom so they wouldn't drag on the floor, his white shirt so loose it was almost falling off him, his black blazer miles to big for him, his messy mop of blonde hair I noticed was starting to turn dark brown at the roots his hair slightly neat almost like a 50's giff

"What the fuck are you looking at?" He asked me "Y/n manatee"

"I like your drawing" I answered

He looked shocked by my words shutting his notebook avoiding my eyes

"Thanks Y/n"

"Your welcome Thomas" I smiled

"Thomas... Why did you, you know, on our last day at school?"

"Why do you care?" He laughs

"Curious" I shrugged

"None of your fucking business!"

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Go to the office emmediatly!" The teacher yelled

I took my pe bag to the bathroom in the changing room locking the stall door and sitting in the toilet as I opened my bag starting to change pulling off my blazer and undoing my shirt revealing my white t-shirt bra the straps digging into my plump skin, the cups having a little space but not much where my chest was starting to painfully grow I pushed off my skirt and tights leaving me in my little white underwear the fabric breaking away from the elastic, I put my shirt and shorts on hiding my stuff in a little corner in the changing room while the girls all stood giggling and having fun while they got changed I waited outside the changing room till everyone else had gone

"Hey? You alright Miss Lewis?" One of the PE teachers asked as he walked past

"Yeah, fine sir" I answered walking out to the field hiding behind everyone I could see the boys on the other side of the field running around the muddy grass in their shorts and little shirts running around playing football as well as trying to check out the girls

"Alright, Boys come on over!" The teacher yelled and the boys all ran other excited "Right today we are playing boy's Vs Girl's at rounders"

I did my best for the whole game to hide away from people until I spotted him...

Thomas, He was feilding currently his hard crossed against his chest looking a little bored and he was looking... at me

"Miss Lewis Your Up!" The teacher yelled I went up going to take the bat from one of the boys who was feilding but he dropped it on the floor

"Ohh sorry Manatee" He laughs so I kneeled down to pick it up and he kicked dust on my face it instantly getting in my eyes and irritating me but I ignore it best I could The boy who was pitching smirked and threw the ball at me so low and so hard that it hit my leg I wanted to scream but I bit my mouth hard holding my leg in pain

"You Alright?" The teacher asks and I nodded even if I was lying they threw it again and I managed to hit it so I started running even if my leg was making me limp

"Run Y/n Manatee run! Run Manatee Run!" A voice shouted it sounded like Thomas but before I could even get to the first base the whole of the class of girls and the class of boys were singing it at me I kept going trying to fight back tears "Ohh whats the matter Manatee you gonna cry?" Thomas yelled as he grabbed the ball "Hey Manatee Catch!" before I knew what was going on I was on the ground In a pile of mud and dirt my head felt like it was bleeding my ankle in agony I knew I was crying

"Thomas Brodie Sangster! Go to the Headmasters office Immediately!" I heard a teacher scream at the top of her lungs

"Oh my god, you okay Y/n?" A voice asks carefully helping me up but I screamed as I tried to put the weight on my hands or feet "Miss! I think Y/n's Really hurt!" I looked to see this boy he must have been one of the base guys or something, I didn't recognise him he had a skinny figure like Thomas but a mop of brown messy hair, chocolate brown eyes and an Ashsma Inhaler in his hand

"Dan go get the nurse!" The teacher yelled and this boy got up and sprinted towards the buildings

"Y/n you okay hun?" she asks me

"I can't get up," I told her

"It's okay we're going to get to checked out" she says

I sat at home in my bed doing school work with my ankle in plaster, I had broken my ankle in the fall, as well as dislocating my wrist, as well as having a massive bruise on my head from the ball that was thrown at me so I'd been home, technically the doctor said I could return to school by now after all the time I've had off but I didn't want to go back for as long as I could convince my mother and in all honestly she didn't want me to go back yet, she had been into meetings and had so many calls to the school angry about Thomas getting one-week detention, that was it thats all he got for breaking my ankle.

"Knock knock? How you doing Y/n?" A voice asks at my door I looked at it was Dan from school, the boy who came to check I was okay after the accident, He had been visiting me because my house was actually on his walk home and he was delivering my homework and such as well as keeping me up to date with stuff that was going on

"Okay" I shrug

"Uhhh Here, I got some a little something to help you get better," He says showing the little bunch of daisies

"Ohh Dan thats so sweet" I smiled as he came over giving me them they looked really nice

"Thomas's a dick" He sighed

"Yeah" I sighed looking out the window

"You okay?" He asked

"Yeah... Just don't really wanna think about it"

"Sorry"

"Y/n... I hope you get better soon" He says giving my head a kiss close to my bruise "here's your maths homework, You think you might be back in class Monday?"

"Maybe Dan"

"Okay... see ya Y/n"

I sat reading my book when I heard steps up the stairs

"Hey, Y/n? How are you feeling?" Dan asks as he came giving me a hug in his loose blue jeans and his grey superhero shirt his blue hoodie over him loosely

"Better... doctors say a few more weeks till my ankle is better," I said

"Does that mean you can come back to school soon?"

"maybe" I shrugged as he sat with me

"what are you reading?"

"Lord of the rings" I smiled

"ooohhh..." He smiled

"So? why are you visiting today?" I asked

"You know a Saturday out the house plus I was headed this way anyway" He shrugs

"why where you headed this way?"

"Uhhhh.... look Y/n I uhh-"

"You done yet Kiss ass?" A voice asks from my door I looked and I froze with fear it was Thomas stood in his black jeans and a blue button-down "Hey manatee"

"What's he doing here?" I asked in a panic

"Please Thomas can't you just go and see your girlfriend already" Dan complained

"Fine... don't let her sit on your face Danmi she'll break your neck" He laughed before he left again

"Thomas is my brother Y/n" he answered, "Didn't you notice we look like almost identical apart from our hair?" he laughed "He was heading off to see his girlfriend so I thought I'd pop in here"

"Thomas has a girlfriend?" I asked

"Yeah, Linsdey,"

"Linsdey?" I asked very confused

"tall, Blonde, plays hockey? has the Gucci handbag for class?"

"Ohh I think she's in my English class"

"Yeah, she's nice a bit... uhhh stupid. shes been over to ours a few times I normally go outside and play football in the garden as they want the bedroom all to themselves" He explained "I don't get it"

"get what?"

"why he's dating her?"

"Well why not? she's pretty, I'm sure Thomas must like her"

"I guess Y/n, You... kinda like Thomas don't you?"

"Why would I?" I asked "He's tormented me for as long as I can remember, he's made every weekday of my life a living hell, he's called me names, he's sent me to hospital, he's had be crying myself to sleep more times then I can count, he's made me skip school so much, he's made me feel so bad that... I've stopped eating because of what he says about me, I've made myself sick, I've... I'm afraid of him." I explain "And I don't know what I did to make him do this to me"

"You... don't get how guys work do you Y/n?" He says holding my hand "when a girl flirts with us, we're not interested. When a girl says no and walks away, We're obsessed. When a Boy makes fun of a girl... it means he likes her."

"Thomas hates me..."

"Y/n Listen to me... my brother is a fucking idiot who knows what to do with his emotions about as well as you know what to do with a dick" he laughs "I wouldn't tell you this if I didn't think it was true Y/n"

"I Just want Thomas to leave me alone, I just want to blend in... I don't want to be popular or a sports star or anything I just wanna blend into the background so knowone sees me"

"I know Y/n," He says giving my hand a kiss "Anyway... do you think you can help me out for what to say on my date with mark?"

"Course Dan" I laughed

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strykingback · 4 years ago

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ʌ: comfort after a nightmare - for Violet & Hermes would be nice!

Warning the following drabble will contain these trigger warnings: Gore, Abuse, Blood, Vivisection, etc. Please do not read this if you have the following triggers.

Hermes was resting beside his lover Violet softly sleeping with her in their room together. The warmth of the pillow covering Hermes so quietly and like an embrace was just so comfortable to be in. If only he could see in her dreams that Violet could be having.

Then what better dream for Violet than that of her holding her beloved Hermy in her arms kissing him whenever he was happy or sad. What better place than to be in than a field of flowers. “Mmm.. Hermy...” she softly spoke outside of her dream in such a tired voice.

However for Hermes, it was not a dream more or so.. his torturous nightmare of when he was being experimented on like a rat. Just how he remembered it all.. being cursed with immortality, having his light magic taken away from him, his body in penultimate pain every time he moved (Luckily the pain subsided after the first thousand years or two).

Being in his cave Hermes had not witnessed the End of Ancient Remnant, The Grimm Titan War, or the Great Resurgence, instead when he first walked out he had witnessed the blinding light of the sun for the first time in ages, and the floating city of Atlas.

Going to investigate his body was totally in the nude due to his clothes deteriorating and people questioning what happened to him. His malnourished state, and others asking how was he even able to survive for that long.

Hermes did not reply to no one but he was taken up by the Atlesian police and questioned, which he answered everything truthfully and honestly, but he also shown them that he was immortal. Their eyes could not believe it at first,.. just how fast he was able to heal. However if he held the secrets to immortality then the Atlesian military would want it.

Thus, instead of being released he was sent to an unknown facility, little did he know.. this was the place where his torture would begin. In the real world Hermes began to jerk and move around a bit softly moaning in anguished pain at the memories that were playing in his head once more. “PIECE OF SHIT!!!” “MOTHER FUCKING SACK OF BALLS!!!” “BEST MAKE US IMMORTAL!” “COME ON THEN CRAZY!!! ARENT YOU GONNA GET UP AND FUCKING FIGHT!” Those were the insults that was thrown at him by the Atlesian soldiers that had shouted at him and made him feel like shit. Each punch they swung a flow of blood came from his mouth and nose, from each kick he felt his ribs getting cracked, and from each stomp his hands and fingers were broken. Yet.. it always healed

Back in the real world Hermes kept moving around and this time what turned from moans turned to groan... yet he remembered something that he did not want to remember for so long.. his first Vivisection.

He could remember the surge of pain that he felt and how he screamed so loudly when waking up to see his own organs being pulled out and played with, rivers of blood just dripping from it leaving even Hermes horrified at the sight as he threw up and fainted back into unconsciousness.

Yet came the next part...of his first trial of being an experiment, the flaying of his skin, being hooked up to a machine that shot a stinging laser piercing into his soft tender like skin then just everything being pulled off... and Hermes witnessing his own muscle and veins.. all made him but horriefied as he fainted from the shock.

Y̬e̝̣̪̻̩t̖̳͠ ͓̣̳̣i͏̜͖̙̬͚ͅt̤͖ ̡̳̤̰̹͇ͅa̛͚̠̖͙̦̦̭l̠̤͙̝̬̙w͍̳͇a̡y̢̟̳̱̹̺s͕͕͟ ̟͕̣̼͜h̸̤̝̤e͟a̴̖̫̹̞̫͔̩l̜̮̦̦e̛͖̩̩d҉͖̲̬ ̙̬̟̻̝̻

Coming next was his the R&D testing for newer weapons, he was tested like a rab lat meaning to run before he got blasted to bits, and nearly dying of course. Sometimes he succeeding surviving, sometimes he didnt which lead to him witnessing his own limbs getting blown off or being poisoned by biological warfare.

Yͣ̏̚eͧ̈́͂̽ͭ͊̑҉͡t̛̂̆ͨͥͩͣ͏ ̿̓͠iͥ̈́ͩͧt̶̡ͪ̌ͣ̾ ̛͗ͣ͘a̓ͨͣ̏͋ļ̊̌ͬ̐w͌̐̒ͮͥ̅́a̴̴̎͛̃ͫ̎̋y̡͒͘͢s̸̓ͨ ͛̊̇ͫ͟hͫͧ̽̀͂̔̇e̢̾̊̇̐̌́a̸͑͂ͭ̐̾̊̏ļͩ́eͥ̈́̏ͫ̈́̓̉͆͜͞d̷ͪ̄̿́̾ ͛̊ͭ̃̈͛̆͢͝

Which out of Hermes’ dream he began to softly whimper and his breathing starting to quicken and his body growing goosebumps as his movement increased to the point where he was tugging on the blanket stirring Violet from her dream.

Next was the constant silence of being alone for years as Hermes was beginning to break down the voices of the past all of them damning him for abandoning them all for his quest for playing God. “Why Hermes.. why would you do this.” The voice of his wife spoke

“You have tried to play as God Hermes, However you must learn about the beauty of life.. your beloved will be far from your reach..” The voice of the God of Light said.

“Hermes please.. we want you to come home.. please... stop your experiments...” The voice of one of his fathers spoke in his mind.

“I must... stay sane...” Hermes said weakly breathing heavily in a sweat, he clearly remembered what his room looked like how he had markings of each day on there, equations of a possible escape in the Ancient Remnant language, tally marks of each and every day that had passed.

The next experiment was one that tested Hermes himself yet this experiment was so indescribable...even some scientists found it inhumane... and just.. a major violation of Hermes’ own human rights... feeding him to a Grimm Squid which not only took its time “playing” with Hermes.. but ripping him apart.. bit by bit. As always with his wounds and everything...

Y̸̔̍̂̑̔̂Ĕ̶̌͗ͤ̏͐ͪͨŢ̓͒ͦͭ̇ͤ̓̋͛̕ ̴̢ͬ͐̄I̢̍ͤ͒̇T̶̢͐͐͆͟ ̒̎͛͝Aͤͦͫ͒ͪ͌͂́L̢ͫͧ͐̓͂W͑̆̇͑ͯ͑͂͐́҉̸A̡ͣ̆͋̀Ẏ͐ͧͣ҉̢Ṡ͗͞ ͩͯ͠F̌ͬ͟U̒̚Č́͏́K͐͆̐̂̈I̛̽͐̒ͮ͊̎̾̓Nͩ̎̓ͦͮ̾̚G̴ͫ̎҉ ͥͦ̉̔̿҉̕͘H̡̾̂͑͜E̶̛̒͑̿͋̆ͭȦͨ͞Ļͣͦ̃̀E̵͗̂͋ͬ͛͊͒̓D̡͑̉ͫͯͦͭͯͩ͠!ͦ̿͆͠!ͩ́ͫ̍ͥ̆!̢̇̿̌̉͋ͥͩ͞!̔ͤ̋̂̿̅ͦ͏̕

Once again out of his dream Hermes, started to sweat profusely and move to the point where he began rip away the blanket as got on all fours... groaning with a bit of distortion to it... like a wild animal. Which when Violet stirred waking up moaning a bit. “Hermy... go to bed... ple- Hermy??”

Finally the final experiment that broke him... that destroyed his mind entirely. The Semblance Limiter project he remembered the cool steel being around his neck as he attempted to go full power and how he was no longer called Hermes.. only SUBJECT-731.

And when he tried to go full power... and that first shock came through his brain and mind..

“YES!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA~!!! MORE PAIN!!! FUCK ME!!! KILL ME!!! I WANNA SEE MORE OF MY INNARDS!!! YOUR GOD DEMANDS IT!!!!”

Hermes screeched at the top of his lungs causing every scientist to leave the room in horror... as he rushed the window slamming into it and licking it wildly like a wild animal. ...

Finally back in the real world, Hermes looked up to the sky and screamed loudly waking up crying and sobbing. “KILL ME!!! PLEASE!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING GODS!!!!” Hermes screamed loudly causing Violet to wake up immediately and allowing herself to quickly hug Hermes tightly. “Hermes!! Hermy!! Come back its me! Violet.. you’re okay! You’re okay!!” She pleaded which Hermes’ insane laughter came to an end looking at her with his expression softening up with tears flowing out of his eyes and quickly hugging her tightly.

“It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts...” Hermes sobbed softly. “Shh.. Hermy, its all over now ok.. its over.. You’re safe now.. you’re safe now..” Violet spoke rubbing her beloveds head and giving him plenty of kisses on the head. Yet.. while the wounds of old has healed.. the mind never forgets. But that doesnt mean every memory was bad. Hermes meeting Team RNJR and BOUT (Blade and Outsider), Merlinda helping him and every Atelier scientist making working to find a way to safely remove the Semblance limiter from his neck, The kindness of Louvel reaching out to him, and even better Exaltia and Cashmere soothing his insanity giving him a chance to regain his sanity.

Finally the ultimate thing that truly helped his mind heal...being with Violet... thats what helped the most. He just stayed there until he was calmed down and sleeping again this time in Violets embrace.. just her embrace alone felt warmer than any blanket in the world.

#xbloodsoakedx #[The Sane God- Sane!Hermes]#tw: gore. tw :vivisection #tw: blood #tw: abuse #//Hermes has been through the SHITTER #//And theres a good reason why he resents Atlas a lot.

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owlghost · 5 years ago

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1-25 for the ask game, for 25 I choose Danny!

hot damn okay!

1) When did you first watch Danny Phantom?i watched it the day it premiered! i was eight years old wowie

2) What’s your favorite fic?OH SHIT idk man i have read and loved way to many to pick a fav uh i personally really love horror and angsty stuff, which is very easy to find lmao

3) If you could canonically rewrite any episode, which would you chose?obviously phantom planet. i like the concept of a crazy-ass asteroid thats going to destroy the earth unless ghosts and people join together to ~save the day~ but it couldve been done without all the other bullshit i probably dont need to explain

4) What’s your favorite ship (if any)?pitch pearl holds a special place in my heart since it was one of the first that i ever liked, otherwise im neutral on most of them

5) Thoughts about Amethyst Ocean?i hate it and i dont like sam either

6) Thoughts about Gray Ghost?im neutral on it

7) Thoughts about Swagger Bishie?i used to like it a lot, even now i enjoy the dynamic but otherwise neutral

8) Thoughts about Wes Weston?if written well he can be a really good addition, so yeah i enjoy his character

9) Thoughts about Vlad?couldve been a really good antagonist, but hes too rigid of a character in canon. theres a few fanon versions i really enjoy- one being where he’s still a bad guy for using his powers to get rich and blackmail people, but hes not out for murder (tho maybe still bitter) and doesnt want danny as his son. like hes a bad guy but not a Bad Guy if that makes sense

10) Would you rather wear the striped pants or ‘It’s not gay if he’s dead’ t-shirt?those pants are atrocious, give me the shirt. tho maybe confusing since im a lesbian lmao

11) Most underrated fic trope?nobody knows au, please give me more i am starving

12) Most overrated fic trope?field trip into dannys head/ghost zone, its just been written so many times that the dead horse is now ground meat

13) Which do you prefer more, ghost hunger or dissection fics?AW FUCK MAN dont make me choose both are so gross and horrific that i love them equally

14) Have you ever read a dissection fic and if so, do you remember your first one?ya obviously, and it was lab rat which was also the very first fic i read for the fandom and i was fuckin HOOKED

15) Who’s your favorite character?i mean danny bc im basic but other than him either frostbite of wulf

16) Would you rather Danny be an astronaut or the Ghost King?not to project but i’d rather him be an astronaut bc i personally know the pain of growing up and working so hard to do a specific thing, but then having something happen that completely destroys all that work. okay im 100% projecting but let him live out his dreams BLEASE, for me

17) Would you rather Danny expose his secret to his family or classmates?both are good but probably family so there could be some heavy duty hurt/comfort

18) What do you think ghost speak would sound like?like a recording of someone speaking but its played in reverse w an overlay of static and an echobut i also like where its just a jumble of letters so it looks and sounds like gibberish but theres obviously rules and grammar and whatnot

19) Thoughts about field trip fics?the horse is GROUND BEEF guys(write whatever u want idc, just have fun)

20) Thoughts about “season four” fics?i dont think ive read any so idk

21) Which two characters would you like to swap bodies for a day?MAN IDK i dont really like body swap stuff

22) Any headcanons about the Infinite Realms?its the opposite of space so anything and anyone could and does exist bc its truly infinite and ever expanding

23) Any headcanons about the A-Listers?kwan and star are actually pretty nicedash has a shitty home lifepaulina is middle class At Best but has amazing sewing skills so she can make any garment look expensive

24) Any headcanons about Dani?shes nomadic so she doesnt stay in place very longanonymously runs a very popular instagram where she takes pictures and videos of the places she visitschanges a lot of aspects of her appearance so she doesnt look like a danny clone anymore- basically becomes her own person physically

25) What song do you associate with Danny?enter shikari - airfield (thats also a link to the song)

#danny phantom #ask #i fuckin love enter shikari yall #anon

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stephenjcmes · 5 years ago

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HELLO HELLO!

NAME/ALIAS: Sami or Sam. Some people call me Sami Sweetheart ❤️

TIMEZONE: MST

RANDOM FACT: I’ve lost count of the amount of tattoos I have. My favorite drink during flights is a mimosa (or five). I haven’t had a natural hair color in at least 5 years. Bath bombs are the best. Literally. Treat yourselves! I’ve been on a Marvel kick thanks to Disney + lol.

TAGGING: @miamiintros

OWEN LEWIS

BIOGRAPHY: Read Here.

––– chris evans, 34, male, he/him // in COCONUT GROVE, you’ll find OWEN LEWIS who’s lived there for THIRTY-FOUR YEARS and they spend their days working as FIREFIGHTER. They’ve been described as RECORD PLAYERS SPINNING B SIDES OF OLD 45’S, WORN JEANS, AN ALWAYS EMPTY FRIDGE, A MEDICINE CABINET FULL OF DOCTOR’S ORDERS by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be ADAPTABLE + COMPASSIONATE but also ALOOF + DEPRECIATING. –––

BACKGROUND: Born and raised in Miami he grew up wanting to follow in his father’s footsteps. The man was a well known and highly respected journalist, which Owen, who idolized his old man, would collect all the clippings of his articles and keep them in a book. It was around when he started playing sports and becoming very good that he had the realization that he didn’t really have the talent for writing. He pursued football and won championships with his high school team but after graduation he turned to public service rather than going on to university. It was a big fight between his father and himself because his father believed he could’ve gone all the way to the NFL and considered it wasted potential. They were at odds ever since that moment. Once he became a firefighter he went on to coach football at the local high school and eventually at a community college. He loves the sport and wants to help the youth succeed. About 3 to 4 years into his career his got stuck in an apartment building during a rescue and had to jump out of the 16th story window to escape the fire. The near death experience left him scarred and he suffered with night terrors for years. Owen would wake up thrashing and screaming sometimes and he nearly hurt his girlfriend at the time. It caused him to stay away from permanent relationships for fears of what could happen out of his control. Once whomever he was seeing would fall asleep he would either slip out or go sleep on the coach, and if he was ever questioned on his behavior he would become evasive and end the relationship. He didn’t want to lose his job so he kept quiet and started therapy and eventually things got a bit better. Currently he still struggles a bit and the night terrors aren’t very frequent at all anymore but he still has trouble connecting into any permanent relationship.

HEADCANONS: Here we gooo!

The relationship Owen has with his father is so strained and they haven’t spoken in years since he took a different path in life that his father didn’t want for him. They’ve avoided each other for years, mostly Owen avoiding him and spending time with his mother during holiday visits and. Or calling her once in a while to check-in. Whenever he and his dad do talk, his father is fairly engaging but Owen remains a bit bitter. What he doesn’t know is that his father keeps a collection of all of Owens successes, whether it’s from work and rescues he does with the firehouse or wins with his football team he coaches his father keeps a collection of all the news clippings.

When he ran and jumped out of the 16th story window, he had resigned to the fact that he was likely going to die because it was either going to be the fire that got him or the fall from 16 stories down. When he woke up in the hospital with nothing much more than scratches and a separated shoulder he was shocked and still doesn’t understand the second chance. It’s something he sometimes contemplates, wondering if he’s doing enough with his life. What saved him was that he landed on the roof of the building next door a few stories down.

For a short time, somewhere between one and two years, after his near death experience he got hooked on pain killers. Owen was recovering from the injury to his shoulder and went on a bit of a downward spiral until a friend helped him get into therapy and ween himself off the prescription medications.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Siblings — I never specified in his bio about siblings because I wanted it to be as open as possible for plotting. I’ve envisioned that he has two younger siblings. The gender doesn’t matter to me, I would just love to have some family connections for him!

Best friend — I would love for this connection to be with someone he’s known most of his life, since high school or so, that way they could’ve gone through all the major things in life at each other’s side.

Childhood friends — People from his neighborhood, school, or from the football team.

Friends — Give him all the friends please! I love me some great brotps! Male or female!

Coworkers — Anyone that would work through the firehouse! Fellow firefighters, paramedics, or clerical staff.

Past flings �� Since he doesn’t generally have any relationships that last more than a few months he would have had quite a few flings in his life.

Current flings — Anyone he might’ve dated recently, within the past year or is currently in the mix of things with!

Confidant — This is a very very wanted connection because this person would be the one that he’s spoken with about his issues and they helped him in the past to straighten himself out. Such as supporting him as he weened off the medications and also helping him get into therapy.

JESSICA WINTERS

BIOGRAPHY: Read here.

––– jenna dewan, 32, female, she/her // in SOUTH BEACH, you’ll find JESSICA WINTERS who’s lived there for THIRTY-TWO YEARS and they spend their days working as OWNER OF BODICE NIGHTCLUB. They’ve been described as CLAW MARKS IN ANYTHING SHE’S HAD TO LET GO OF, MISSED CALLS AND UNHEARD VOICEMAILS, RED SOLED HEELS PAIRED WITH JEANS, AND LAST NIGHT’S TAKEOUT CONTAINERS SCATTERED ON THE COFFEE TABLE by the people that know them. Which makes sense when you consider that they can be HARDWORKING + ADAPTABLE but also INSECURE + CLINGY. –––

BACKGROUND: Growing up in Miami, Jessica thought her childhood was pretty average and a bit boring. Her family had an image of being very clean cut and fit into the middle class neighborhood so well that they went unnoticed. With her father being the only member of the family bringing in an income, they lived a bit beyond their actual means. So in school she was unpopular because she didn’t have the latest looks or the fanciest things, her parents couldn’t afford them for her. It was only the start of the social bullying she faced, it got worse when her father’s affair happened and her mother seemingly disappeared from Miami and their lives after dropping her and her younger brother off at their father’s mistress’s house and then burning down the house she’d grown up in. It was a culture shock to go from struggling for a decent meal and a new pair of shoes to live in a mansion, thanks to the woman her father had been seeing. The mistress was a best selling author in the romance genre, she had an expensive estate complete with staff and being completely lost... Jessica took advantage. Eventually her father married the author but then also eventually ended up having an affair on her too. Jessica was out of the house by then and in college, attending the University of Miami too chicken to pursue her real dream in art and painting and instead majored in business. During college she met a man she would marry after they graduated, she started her own business, a nightclub on South Beach named Bodice with her best friend, and lived in a bit of bliss for a while. Eventually, Jessica’s insecurities and issues sabotaged her marriage and he filed for divorce, unable to put up with her anymore. She of course didn’t make it easy on him and prolonged the proceedings as long as possible, and even once it’s been finalized she still can’t leave him alone as they “try” to move on.

HEADCANONS: Here we gooo!

During her teenage years when she struggled with first being poor and not fitting in, then with what happened to her family, Jessica found her escape into art. She enjoyed painting and visiting the art district, spent many days in Wynwood and dreamed of one day being an artist for a living. Often she would walk through galleries and speak with the curators to pick their brains, and sometimes she would be lucky to meet and talk with the artists themselves. When it came to actually pursuing her dream and talent she chickened out, her insecurities got the better of her, but she still very much supports the art scene.

The nightclub she co-owns and started up with her best friend is Bodice and she didn’t want it to just be another club on the strip. It’s got burlesque dancers that perform shows a few nights each week, two floors plus a large patio that offers a beautiful view of the beach and ocean. It’s a place thats a bit of a mix of lounge, nightclub, theater, and bar.

Once her marriage deteriorated and she ended up a divorcee, Jessica began drinking too much and partying too hard. She had her license taken away from too many DUIs and had one too many one night stands and flings to try and cure her loneliness and soothe the constant ache of her abandonment issues. Now she has to get around by way of driver and hates it because it makes her feel similar to her first step mother, the famous author.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Younger brother — I didn’t name him in her bio to give anyone interested a bit of freedom but he’s a couple of years younger and they were really close as kids. She used to look after him and they clung to each other through all their family drama and trauma.

Friends — Honestly, give me all the brotps imaginable! I live for them!

Childhood friends — Before her parents divorce and she was dropped off at the ritzy author’s mansion, Jessica lived in an average middle class neighborhood and would spend the days running around with the kids in the neighborhood!

School friends — Anyone that she could’ve gone to elementary or high school with! They were friends and social while there but didn’t really live in close neighborhoods or near each other.

Petty drama — I didn’t want to label this as bullies or tormenters but these would be people she didn’t get along with at school. The girls that back then would give her shit about not quite fitting in or give her a hard time about the family drama. It was a scandal given that the author was famous, so it made the local social pages.

Employees — Dancers, bartenders, DJs, manager, accountant, and really anyone that would be interested in working at Bodice.

Flings — Since her divorce Jess has been careless but in need of some kind of affection and validation. She had a few short lived attempts at trying to move on.

One night stands — Pretty much the same as flings. Basically she needed the arms and affection of someone for a night.

I tried to keep these short and reasonable! I’m always up for plotting and chatting so always feel free to message me at any time! I’m happy to share my discord with anyone as well :)

#miamiintro #jessica winters.#owen lewis.

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softforcal · 6 years ago

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the roommate!5sos AU continued with Poly 4/4?

ROOMMATE!5SOS POLY CONTINUED

-you were leaving your job at the coffee shop when you bumped into a guy with bright hair coming out from the stairway leading up to the apartment above

-as he helped you pick up your things you mused that we was lucky to be living above the cafe because it must always smell like coffee

-he casually says, “i mean, if you’re looking for a place, one of our rooms just opened up.”

-you stop and stare at him and he explains that his friend Luke moved in with his girlfriend so the rooms available and he was going to make a post about it online but he won’t even bother if you’re actually interested

-”you know what? yeah. i’m interested.”

-exchanging numbers and the next day you agree to see the apartment after a shift when he and his other two room mates will be there

-showing up with free coffee

-”i like you already coffee girl.” Ashton smirks as soon as he sees your offering of coffee

-you’re kinda shook because you had thought you’d only have to deal with one hot room mate, Michael, but his friends are hot too?!

-part of you is like dont move in because they’re all hot

-but part of you is like do move in because they’re all hot

-its a decent apartment

-like… a four bedroom, two bathroom with an open concept kitchen living room?

-and you were right about the smell of coffee

-and because there’s already three living there its actually fairly well priced because the rent is split four ways

-you’d have to share a bathroom with one of them but that’s not the worst thing

-and its right above your work.

-you hang out for a while, getting to know the guys to see if it would be a good fit

-”i’ll take it.” “really!?” group hug

-Ashton and Calum are super down to help you move all your stuff in but Michael isnt as down, he just chills in the living room and plays video games and yells at the guys about being careful

-when its all finished you all somehow manage to collapse onto the couch together and end up playing video games

-Calum’s actually a great cook?

-the first week is a bit difficult, getting used to people’s schedules and figuring out how to share a bathroom with Michael

-a week in and you’d already helped Michael dye his hair

-you hear a lot about their old room mate Luke and they all seem to be on the phone with him a lot, you gather that his whole new relationship apartment isnt working out

-you first meet Luke when you come home one day and he’s on the couch with Calum and he looks pretty rough

-but he still smiles and says hello

-he seems nice too

-you’re in your room later that night and you hear the other three in the kitchen talking about Luke.

-”i just don’t know what we can do.” “we can’t kick Y/N out.” “so where else can he go.” “i mean, he can stay in my room, its the biggest one-” “another guy living here? we need to talk to Y/N about it.”

-you peak your head out and are just like, “if Luke needs to move back in, i can find a new place-” but they’re all super against it.

-”i have space for him in my room, but having another guy here-” Ashton begins but you cut him off, “no, definitely. i don’t mind.”

-so Luke moves back in and stays in Ashton’s room which does have enough space for both

-Luke’s pretty beaten up about everything so a lot of just hanging out and making him feel better

-Michael spends way too much time playing video games in the living room

-and when he’s not there he’s in his bedroom talking to his team mates on pc games

-Ashton somehow fit an electric drum kit into his room so he can play without it being loud but somehow you can still hear his sticks hitting the pats and you feel bad for any girl who’s ass becomes that boys drum kit

-or jealous. jealous is a good word

-Calum’s pretty quiet but he’s a good room mate, always down to cook for you or listen to your problems

-he’s just a chiller

-Luke sings too loud in the shower

-and this boy could burn boiling water

-he’s kind of a walking human disaster

-movie nights where they all talk way too much

-they talk about making a band but never actually ever do it

-Ashton sometimes walks you to work. which sounds sweet but all he has to do is go down a flight of stairs so screw this guy

-your co workers all being jealous because they’re all so hot

-”thats your roommate?” “no i thought her roommate was that gorgeous blonde guy with the sad eyes.” “they both are.”

-they come down during your shifts sometimes to hang out, especially during the non-busy hours

-Ashton will flirt with your co-workers but Calum is the one you have to watch out for

-he’s quiet but all your coworkers are just so in love with his ‘dreamy eyes’

-they always draw smiley faces on his coffee cups when they make him coffee

-Luke comes down to be sweet and say hi and you’re coworkers call him “angel” because he’s beautifully angelic

-and then there’s Michael. he always knows how to make your coworkers laugh

-”oh my god did you see his smile?” “yes, i live with him.”

-you can never bring boys over because unless you sneak him into your room, the guys will for sure make a deal about it

-and if you bring girls over they’ll fawn over your room mates and that can be super annoying so no thank you

-its so weird when girls are over with them. i mean. they are 20 year old boys

-whenever you go into the living room in the morning to see Luke on the couch its not long before a girl runs out of Ashton’s room and out the front door

-they invite you to boys night clubbing

-on Fridays they do clubbing, you know that because the house is dead quiet on Saturday mornings because they’re all passed out

-finding Calum asleep on the kitchen counter one Saturday morning

-taking care of Michael in your shared bathroom because he’s puking

-watching Saturday cartoons and they all trudge into the room sooner or later

-Calum’s usually first and he likes to lay down with his head on your lap

-Luke likes tummy rubs when he’s hung over

-Ashton always try to make it seem like he’s not that hung over but lets just say cowboy hats and sunglasses are a Saturday thing

-so you go out on a friday

-and you end up being dragged onto the dance floor

-they’re all protective of you which means you somehow end up in the middle of all four

-Ashton knows how to sexy dance… hands

-Michael’s kinda awkward but its all good

-Luke is a puppy who just wants to dance with friends

-Calum looks bored most of the night but he also knows how to dance to the beat

-any guy that flirts with you has to watch out for these four showing up

-the night ends with all five of you just heading home together without any hook ups

-Calum carries you home while the other three drunkenly walk around you

-its so hard for all of them to try to fit through the front door at once

-Calum puts you in bed and goes back into the living room where they’re all kinda just like “are we going to talk about the fact that Y/N is sexy as fuck yet or are we going to continue to ignore the elephant in the room.”

-”we can not flirt with our roommate.” “why not?” “because…. just because.”

-now you’re the hung over one and they all want to take care of you

-Calum’s the first one to show up and you just drag him onto the bed to cuddle onto his chest

-so who’s going to cook you breakfast? Not Luke. that’s all i can say.

-Ashton cooks something and comes and sits at the foot of your bed with you and Calum

-Michael comes and jumps into the bed on the other side of you while Ashton makes room for Luke

-somehow you’re all fitting

-”you guys know you’re ruining my sex life right?” (Luke chokes on his water)

-Calum likes to walk around shirtless

-Michael sometimes walks in and goes pee while you’re in the shower

-trying to do the same thing to him and he screamed

-borrowing Ashton’s button ups sometimes because they are so sexy

-braiding Luke’s hair because with that much hair someone’s gotta braid it

-i feel like Calum and Ashton are the ones who do the shopping. you sometimes go with but it usually ends up with them chasing you around the store and Ashton trying to tell you how much sugar is in everything you’re buying because health is important

-impromptu dance parties with Luke where you both sing at the top of your lungs

-Calum walks in on the dance parties and sits down and watch with a grin, Ashton shows up and definitely makes the dancing more sexual whereas Michael just puts his face in his hands and laughs

-probably getting drunk one night and playing Never Have I Ever and Truth or Dare

-my 4/4 things always get to a point where you gotta choose one and i can’t do that for you so i gotta stop but if people want it i can continue this for each guy

————————————————————-POLY5SOS CON’T HERE

-so never have i ever

-these boys looked into Polyamory because they are so fucking wrecked that none of them can make a move because they made a pact

-”truth.” you say. “you’re no fun.” Michael groans but Ashton shushes him, turning to you, “what do you think about Polyamory?”

-you’re kinda taken aback by the question

-you expected something dirty but no?

-”well uhhhh…. i mean it’s an interesting idea. i think with the right communication it could work really well.” you kind of look at all your room mates because why the fuck was that a question

-the game continues and as soon as it’s one of their turns the question goes back to you again, “i really think you should give someone else a turn Mikey.” you laugh

-”nope, truth or dare?”

-you really don’t want a dare from Michael. like out of all of them he’s the one you’re sure would really try to mess with you

-”truth.” you sigh

-he is visibly upset that you chose truth but sighs, “would you be down for a poly relationship with all of us?”

-oooop. there it is.

-looking at all of them. “you guys totally planned this!” you scream

-”answer the question.” Michael grins

-you sigh, taking a swig of your choice of alcohol that you’ve been drinking this whole time, “well i mean we already all live together and you’re all hot as fuck so yeah probably.”

-you turn to Luke, “okay, you’re turn Luke. truth or dare?” and you know this little fuck is going to say truth because he hasn’t done a dare all night

-”truth.”

-”tell me who came up with this whole Poly thing. spill everything Luke. every. single. detail.”

-he looks at you and gulps then just begins to spill all the goods

-”Michael thought you were cute which is why he offered you a room and when you showed up and you were cute everyone freaked out a little but made a pact not to do anything about it but then Ashton was talking about Polyamory one day and we all looked into it and thought it was a good idea.”

-”so Ashton is the mastermind?”

-”yeah.”

-Ashton is just sitting there with a grin, “i still think its a good idea.”

-so now it’s Luke’s turn but how is he even going to ask anything, they’re all too shook that you would be down

-”umm… Ash, truth or dare?” Luke asks

-and of course Ashton is always down for a “dare”

-”kiss Y/N.”

-of fucking course

-you should have known that would also be part of their plan

-but you never thought Luke would betray you like that. “i mean, if you’re cool with it Y/N.” Luke clarifies. okay. he’s forgiven.

-you sigh and look at Ashton, “okay, go for it.”

-don’t have to tell this boy twice

-he moves closer and cups your face, bringing your lips to his

-his tongue slides against your bottom lip and then his teeth graze it too and you open your mouth slightly, leaning into the kiss

-it lasts longer than you intended

-only ending when Michael says “holy fuck.” and it snaps you out of this little Ashton world you were in

-you pull away and immediately feel yourself flush as Ash grins

-you can’t believe you’re doing this. with your roommates

-your work mates are going to shit a brick

-”so how would you guys want to do this?” you ask

-”it’s not your turn.” Michael laughs

-”screw this game, you guys accomplished what you wanted didn’t you?” you laugh, “seriously, how the fuck is this going to work?”

-having a long discussion about it

-Ash wants to go out and take you on a date but Luke and Michael are too tired, so it’s you, Ash and Cal

-they’re a dream team

-it’s a cute date, holding both of their hands

-getting back to the apartment… and like… they’ve been handsy all night

-ending up in your room

-yeah, they both dom as fuck

-of course the three of you wake up Michael and Luke who show up and are like “what the actual fuck.”

-so of course they join

-and it’s one big mass sex thing but it just works.

-waking up squished between two of them with the other two touching you somehow with an arm thrown over two bodies to get to you

-and they’re all so beautiful all sleepy

-ya’ll need to buy a bigger bed

-they’re all so cuddly

-they all groan a ton too because no one wants to wake up

-the entire pack walking you down the stairs to work

-they all want to be the last one to kiss you

-your work mates are shook as fuck

-they all go upstairs and are just like that was fucking wild

-Luke and Michael meet you after work and take you out for dinner for their date with you

-they’re also super sweet

-Michael teases you about getting some ‘sugar’ when you all get home

-getting there and Cal and Ash are gone

-so Muke threesome

-like, these boys tend to be home in pairs throughout the day and then everyone is usually home by dinner

-so dinners are a thing

-Cal usually cooks for all of you but you guys all try to help

-nudity is chill now that you’re all seeing each other

-like, so much nudity

-so much sex too

-and you’re all together so sex anywhere in the apartment

-Michael is a shower fucker because ya’ll share a bathroom

-Cal likes to eat on the kitchen counter and you’re his favourite meal

-Luke is a fan of the couch

-and Ashton will bend you over anywhere, he aint picky

-they get so used to just sex everywhere

-like Luke gets home and Cal has you on the kitchen counter, his face between your thighs and Luke just is like “hey” and Cal pulls away briefly to be like “sup.” before diving back in.

-Calum asking you and Luke which outfit to wear out while Luke fucks you into the couch, “the blue one or the grey one?” “fuck, Cal, the blue one.” “you like that babe? and yeah, Cal, the blue.”

-like lets be real here. the apartment becomes a sex dungeon.

-it would be hella.

-someone is always down for “the sex”

-hanging out 24/7

-im going to be real. im tired and have been sitting looking at this one for ages. imma stop it here, sorry fam. but sex. a lot.

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