#while writing this mike gave the gun back

[snuffysis]

TW/CW; Dad tells daughter she was hot as a kid (if you don't wanna read that then skip like the first 5 sentences in paragraph 14)

The last parts were rushed and a little lazy bc I gave up.

I was in the car with my dad and three brothers, I was the passenger princess, like always, while my brothers were in the backseats and dad was driving. "We're going to be up here for a full week, baby." Dad said and put a hand on my thigh, he always said that it was his way of showing affection. "Yeah, that means no crying like a little bitch." Michael said from the middle seat, he was leaning back and staring up at the roof of the car. "Hey-!" I responded and pouted, causing our dad to glare at him in the rearview mirror. "Leave your sister alone." Dad said in his deep voice, I always found it soothing and used to make him read all my bedtime stories. "Why does she even have to come? This is more of a guy thing." My other brother, Dylan, said, his slight Australian accent slipping out. "Because your mom is on a business trip, I don't feel like paying for a babysitter, and she's only seventeen." Dad responded, causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm eighteen, my birthday was last week, remember?" I teased, my dad always accidentally said I was a year younger than I was for a few weeks after my birthday. "Yeah, dad, we're eighteen." My twin brother, Kyle, spoke in an annoyed tone, he hated when our dad accidentally said we were younger than we just turned. "Right.. I'm sorry kiddos, I just got used to saying you were seventeen." Dad responded and rubbed my thigh. "It's ok, dad!" I said, smiling at him while Kyle just rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face as he looked at me. We sat in silence for a while when I decided to play some music. "Diggy! Diggy! Diggy!" The crowd cheered in the song. "This guy? Seriously?" Michael asked with a disguised tone, he absolutely HATED Diggy Graves because I listened to him constantly. "Think I'm seein' ghosts again, in my home again, all alone again, I rot.. Thoughts in my head, in my head, won't stop.." I mumbled along to the song. "Better off dead, let the gun go pop." Kyle said, giving me a small smile. "Shut up." Michael said, groaning in irritation. "Why you screamin' ladies?" Dylan joined in. "You know Diggy don't die! Even if I wanted to, probably do it with a knife!" The three of us sang, smiling and laughing a bit. "Dad! Tell these brats to shut up!" Michael complained. "They're just having fun, Mike." Dad responded, a small smile on his face as he looked at me. "I've been twisted in the head, ever since I could write. Ever since I learned to walk, I started running from life. I'm tryna haunt my way to fame, call me poltergeist." We sang, watching as Michael got more pissed. The rest of the car ride was us torturing Michael with songs he hated. "We're here." Dad said as he parked the car and got out. "Finally.." I mumbled, getting out and immediately walking into the forest. "Where are you going?" Kyle asked as he followed me. "I have to piss. Stay there." I walked behind a tree and pulled my pants and panties down before popping a squat and pissing on the leaves below. Kyle walked away only to return with toilet paper which he handed me. "You could've at least stayed behind the tree." I said, taking the toilet paper and using a bit to wipe. "Oh please, we're twins, it's like I'm looking at a female version of myself." Kyle responded, crossing his arms and leaning against a tree that was behind him. I rolled my eyes and stood up, fixing clothes before burying the toilet paper I used. Kyle took the roll and led me back to the car. We got our stuff and walked into the clearing in the woods where our dad and brothers were already setting up the big tent. "I'll set ours up." Kyle said and took the tent from me. Typically during camping trips we'd have one tent for two people but since Mom was on a business trip Dylan and Michael agreed to sleep in the big tent with dad while Kyle and I wanted to keep our smaller two person tent. I watched as both tents got set up, Kyle never let me help even though we shared the tent and dad wouldn't let me help with his because he doesn't believe a woman should work… and Dylan and Michael thought I'd mess up or break something.

I snuck off to gather some rocks and sticks for a fire pit, putting them in a grocery store bag that I knew would come in handy. I walked back to the campsite where Kyle immediately spotted me. "Kitty. Come." He demanded and snapped his fingers, pointing at the ground in front of him. "I'm not a dog." I responded, rolling my eyes as I handed him the bag since it was hurting my hand. "You ran off like one." Kyle responded and began setting up the fire pit. "Don't run off like that again." Dylan said, he emerged from the forest as well, he was carrying a bloody rabbit body. I looked at him confused before realizing it was sunset. "I must've lost track of time.. I'm really sorry.." I said, lowering my head. "Just don't do that again.." Michael said, hugging me from behind, his arms around my waist. "I-I won't." I said, gently rubbing Michael's arms, unsure of what else to do. "Good girl.." Michael responded, pressing a kiss to my head. I smiled but Michael let go and cleared his throat while walking away. I pouted a bit, it was a rare occurrence for Michael to show affection and every time he pulled away was sad. My dad ran over and squeezed me before I could react. "Don't run away again!" Dad sorta yelled as he held me. "I was worried something bad would happen to you.. take Kyle next time.." He said and let go, making me look up at him. Before I could say anything he pressed a kiss to my cheek, his lips lingering longer than they should. "Ok, dad.." I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead. Dad gave me one more squeeze before walking over to Dylan. I smiled and walked over to Kyle who stood up, done with the fire pit. "Need something?" Kyle asked, reaching a hand up to my cheek and caressing it with his thumb. "No, I just wanted to come hug you." I said before wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing close against him so I could hug him super tight. Kyle moved his hands to my waist and gently hugged me, his hands loosely hanging, grazing my ass. "I love you.." Kyle whispered before kissing the side of my head. I smiled and relaxed in his arms, feeling an odd bulge in his pants. "Your hunting knife is pressing against me, y'know.." I said quietly, oblivious to what it actually was. "Oh.. uh.. yeah.. sorry sis.." Kyle said but he only held me tighter. "I love you too, brother." I said which made him press his knife against me harder. "I love you so much, sis.." He managed to get out, moving his hips slightly. "Are you ok?" I asked, confused. "Mhm.. just.. standing uncomfortable.." He responded, hesitantly letting me go.

I gave Kyle a quick cheek kiss before walking away, not noticing the bulge in his pants. I walked over to Michael who was hiding behind a tree, playing with his lighter. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked even though it was obvious. "Are you blind?" Michael responded before pulling me behind the tree and holding me, except I wasn't facing him. "You're a big softie." I teased, getting a small chuckle in response. "At least I'm not pushing you on the ground and pinning you there like I do everyone at school." He teased in response before placing a kiss on my neck. "I love you, big brother." I said, something hard pressed against me again, only this time it was against my ass. "I love you too, lil sis.." He responded, his arms wrapped around my waist and he rocked his hips. "What are you doing..?" I asked, a strange warm feeling in my most intimate part. "I'm just being a good big brother.." He responded, rocking his hips harder, causing me to whimper softly. I stood there, not moving, I didn't know what to do, I didn't even know if this was alright, but he's my big brother so it must be ok, right? "Kids! Come here!" Dad hollered, causing Michael to stop and groan before dragging me with him back to the tents. Kyle and Dylan were already there, dad had blood all over his hands, pants, and shirt along with some rabbit fur. "So, kiddos, I need you to all gather firewood in pairs while I clean up, remember, we'll be out here for a week and it might rain so we need a lot." Dad said, I could've sworn his gaze went to my small tits for a split second. Michael had a devilish grin as he wrapped an arm around me. "I'll take Kitty, she needs someone big and strong to help her, after all.." He said, looking at me, I watched his gaze drift down my body but before I could say anything, dad spoke. "No. She's going with Kyle. You'll most likely leave her in the forest as one of your pranks and then she'll actually get lost." Dad said, his tone stern, leaving no room for Michael to argue.

Kyle and I walked into the woods, I picked up the wood and handed it to him so he could carry it since he was stronger than me. "This is nice.. just you and me.." Kyle said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Mhm! Super fun!" I responded before walking a little ahead and bending down to pick up another piece of firewood, unaware he had the perfect view of my ass in my leggings, because the stretched a little too much he could see a little bit of my pretty pink panties before I stood back up. Kyle paused for a moment before walking over, his cheeks slightly pink. "I think we have enough, it's getting cold and it's almost dark.." He said, I just nodded and carried the piece of wood I was holding back to the tents, looking back at him occasionally. He seemed to be walking a little slower than usual but I assumed it was just because of all the wood. Our dad was cooking the rabbit with the wood I got earlier. "We're back." I said, walking over to dad and putting the piece of wood down and kissing his head. "Hey, princess." Dad responded and looked up, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. I smiled and walked to the entrance of my tent and grabbed a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and taking a sip. "Boo." Dylan's voice sounded behind me, his hands grabbed my waist. "Whatcha doin'?" I asked, turning my head to look at him. "Just checking on my little sister." Dylan replied and leaned in, gently kissing my lips. I kissed back, he's my brother so of course he wouldn't do anything bad to me.

Dylan eventually pulled away and went to help our dad with something while I stepped inside the tent and pulled my shirt off. I pulled my sports bra off, releasing my small tits and tossing the fabric on the ground. I pulled my pants and panties off, setting them with my bra and shirt before slipping a nightgown on and walking out to my dad and brothers, the four of them were illuminated by the fire light. "Already in your nightgown?" Michael asked, looking me up and down. "Yeah, I'm going to bed after I eat." I said, sitting in one of the camping chairs. "Your nightgown is a little short, isn't it?" Dylan pointed out, pointing to the nightgown that only covered down to the middle of my thighs. "Yeah, but I don't feel like changing." I responded, crossing my legs. My dad smiled slightly and handed me a bowl. "Here, hun." He said, smiling at me. "Oh, thanks dad." I responded and took a bite, he'd made rabbit stew, Dylan's favorite, no wonder he ran off to kill one earlier. Kyle was being surprisingly quiet, scrolling on his phone. We talked and ate, Kyle was still being unusually quiet before he got up and went to the tent. I continued chatting with the others as we ate before setting my empty bowl down and walking into the tent as well. I walked over to my sleeping bag and laid down, glancing at Kyle who had his back turned to me. "Goodnight, Kyle." I said, turning over and closing my eyes. "Goodnight, Kitty.." Kyle responded, his voice low, barely above a whisper. I smiled a bit and fell asleep surprisingly fast. I woke up to my face in my pillow, unable to move as something slid in and out of my pussy, my virginity being taken without my consent. I looked at Kyle's sleeping bag from the corner of my eye but I didn't see him, until my assailant intertwined his fingers with mine, I recognized that black nail polish, it was Kyle's hand. My mind raced, what was happening? Why was my own twin brother doing this? My thoughts continued until suddenly his cock was removed, that's when I felt cum leaking from my pussy. I panicked but couldn't speak for some reason. "I'm so sorry.. I love you so much.." Kyle whispered and got up, moving over to his sleeping bag.

I must've passed out because the next thing I knew I woke up to the birds chirping the next morning. "You must've had loads of fun.." Michael's voice came from behind me, his fingers running through my slick folds. "N-no.. I-I didn't.." I tried to explain what had happened but Michael just chuckled and fingered Kyle's cum back inside of me. "Don't act innocent now, sis." Michael said as I moaned and whimpered. "Dad..!" I tried to call out, my voice hoarse. "Dad took Kyle and Dylan out fishing." Michael said, curling his fingers inside of me. "Mmph.." I groaned and tried to push his hand away but it was no use. "Stop fighting it." Michael said and withdrew his fingers before forcing his cock in my pussy, it stretched me more than Kyle's. "No.." I murmured as he began pounding my cunt, causing me to moan and whine. "Fuck.. you're my cock so good.." Michael groaned, the sound of skin hitting skin filled the tent along with my moans and pleas for him to stop. "You were made to be a cocksleeve.. my cocksleeve.." Michael growled in my ear, his hands grabbed my hips and lifted my lower half. I moaned louder, the movement he made making his cock hit a little deeper. "You're so pretty, moaning while I rape you." Michael said, his hips stuttering as he came, a gutteral groan escaping his lips. "Fuck.." He panted, his cock buried inside of my pussy. "You're such a little whore, kiddo.." He said, pressing kisses on my neck. I cried, my world practically shattered, my oldest brother and twin brother both raped me in less than twenty-four hours. Both of them came in my cunt, there was no way I wouldn't get pregnant. Michael kept saying things to degrade and praise me, each one made me feel worse about letting them rape me. Michael eventually pulled out, fixed his clothes, and left. I got up and used my dirty clothes to try and clean up the cum but it was too deep inside for me to completely clean. I took my nightgown off and slipped on sweatpants and a sweatshirt on over some underwear and one of my bras.

I sat by the fire pit and stared at the ashes in it, zoned out as my mind replayed what happened with Kyle and Michael. I zoned out a little too long since I suddenly felt some grabbing my shoulders, massaging them. "You ok?" Dylan asked as snapped back into reality. "Mhm.." I responded, lying to him, how would he believe me that both of our brothers raped me in this trip? "Wanna go for a walk?" Dylan asked, pressing a kiss to the back of my head. I nodded eagerly, wanting to get far away from Kyle and Michael at least temporarily. Dylan grabbed my hand and we walked into the forest, I could feel Kyle and Michael's cum coating my panties as it continued to leak out of me. We talked and he even made me laugh and smile as we walked, we talked about how amazing our mom is, how pretty she is, even joked about her not being a traditional wife since she worked too much, couldn't cook, she was always too busy to clean, etc. We walked for a while before Dylan pushed me against a tree and pulled my sweatpants and underwear down. "What are you doing!?" I asked, trying to push myself off of the bark as he unzipped his jeans. "Shh.. it's ok.." Dylan said as he pushed the tip of his dick into my ass, no lubricant or anything. "N-no-!" I shouted but he didn't thrust, instead there was a warm stream of liquid filling me. "Shh.. it's ok, Kitty.. you're ok.." Dylan whispered in my ear as he pulled out before putting a plug in me, holding his piss. "All better, little sis. It wasn't that bad." He said, leaning over and kissing my cheek. I was shocked and confused, I expected him to rape me, not piss in me. Dylan seemed to notice the cum dripping into my underwear and ran his cock through my cum-slick folds, making me feel as it got hard. "Slight change in plans, your big brother's gonna help make sure you don't use your fingers again." Dylan said, he somehow thought the cum was all mine, all from me masturbating. "It's not-" I was cut off by a small gasp escaping my lips as the plug was pulled out only for it to be replaced by his cock, slick with our brothers cum. Dylan stretched me out so much I thought I might tear like a woman giving birth. I moaned and cried out as he brutally raped me, begging him to stop before I felt myself clenching around his cock, my cunt getting wet, I was… enjoying this. My mind went blank as I focused on the feeling, it felt so good despite hurting so bad, my clit ached with the need to be touched. "Good fucking girl.." Dylan cooed in my ear as he reached in front of me and rubbed my clit, it felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. I pushed back against him, my cries stopped, replaced by whore-ish moaned and encouragement. "Oh fuck.. like that.. please.." I moaned out, my hands moving up to grope my small tits through my sweatshirt and bra. My mind was full of nothing but the intense pleasure my brother provided. "Fuck.. mom and dad neglected my needs for far too long.. now that I have you, I'm not letting go.." Dylan spoke as his hips stuttered. I felt myself cum, squirting onto the ground as Dylan's cum mixed with his piss from moments ago.

Dylan plugged me up and we went back to the tents, I had a slight limp so we agreed to say that I'd twisted my ankle if anyone asked. Michael and dad were cutting something bloody up while Kyle was playing on his phone. Dylan and I snuck a quick kiss before walking over to the fire pit and sitting down. The mix of cum and piss being plugged didn't feel too nice but I just shrugged it off. "Welcome back, princess." Dad said, giving me a small smile that actually made my heart skip a beat for some reason. I smiled back and yawned softly, between the walk, Michael, and Dylan I was pretty tired. "Tired already?" Dad questioned, setting his knife down. "Just a little.. Dylan and I went on a pretty long walk." I responded, Dylan nodded in agreement as he yawned, although he also went fishing earlier. "Go take a nap, you could even lay in my sleeping bag if you'd like." Dad suggested, it was obvious he was talking to me, not Dylan. "Oh, ok, thanks dad." I responded, smiling. "I have to go to the bathroom first." I said and got up, walking to dads tent and grabbing the toilet paper before walking into the trees. I removed my sweatpants and underwear and squatted, taking the plug out of me and pushing my brothers cum and Dylan's piss out. I wiped myself clean as well as the toy and put my clothes back on. I went into dads tent and slipped the toy back in Dylan's bag then laid in my dads sleeping bag and fell asleep.

"Kitty.. hey.. food's done.." Kyle said as he shook me awake. "Dad wanted me to come get you so you could eat.." He smiled a bit and kissed my forehead. "Mmph.. ok.." I said and slowly got up. Kyle led me to the fire pit where dad handed me a bowl of food. I sat beside him and smiled, taking a bite. "I was thinking, your brothers could go out hunting tomorrow and you and I could have a daddy daughter day, how does that sound?" My dad asked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. "That sounds amazing, dad." I smiled and kissed his cheek. "We'll go up to the river, I know you love swimming." He said, kissing my head. "Alright." I responded and continued eating. Dad turned to my brothers and started talking to them, making sure they were prepared for going out without him. "Dad, you taught us all how to hunt when we each turned 8. I'm 25, Dylan's 22, and Kyle's 18. We've got this." Michael said, his tone confident and pretty cocky. "Yeah, we're good with guns and knives." Kyle added, smiling sinisterly, that comment sent chills down my spine as if it was a threat to me. I finished eating and put my bowl down. "I'm gonna go to bed, make sure I'm well rested." I smiled at dad and kissed his cheek again. "Alright, sweetie." Dad responded and hugged me before letting me go to my tent. I changed into shorts and a t-shirt as well as clean underwear before laying down and falling asleep.

The next morning I woke up to birds chirping again and looked around, my vision slightly blurred with sleep. I noticed Kyle on his phone and followed his other arm to see him stroking his cock, his hand moving up and down. "Morning.. I'm gonna change.." I sat up and grabbed some of my clothes before leaving the tent, not letting him give an explanation or anything. I walked into the treeline again and stripped before slipping into my red bikini, the only bathing suit I had brought. I put on a white button-up shirt made out of towel-like fabric and matching shorts before walking back to the tent and putting my t-shirt and shorts with my dirty clothes, that's when I noticed the underwear that had Kyle and Michael's cum missing. I looked over at Kyle who was stroking his cock with them and trying to check me out. I turned around and walked out, disgusted by him. Dad was sitting by the fire pit with some coffee so I walked over and sat on his lap. "I love you, dad." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as I hugged him. "I love you too, kiddo." He responded, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. I smiled and rested my head on his chest. "We'll leave in just a minute, love." Dad said, taking a sip of his coffee. "Ok." I happily hugged him, relaxing in his arms.

Dad made sure my brothers were ready before we headed off to the river since it was a decent day anyways. I took my shirt and shorts off and got into the water, looking back at my dad whose eyes seemed like they were on my ass for a brief moment before he pulled his shirt off and stepped in the water as well. I walked further in the water until the cold water was up to my neck. My dad followed but it didn't go as high since he was taller than me. "You look pretty in red, kiddo." Dad said, hugging me from behind, his hands on my tummy. "Thanks, dad, you bought this for me when I was like 16, remember?" I responded, smiling up at him. "Oh.. I remember.." He replied, his grip on me getting tighter, pulling me flush against him. I gently rubbed his arms, enjoying the feeling of his warm embrace. Dad picked me up and set me on a smooth rock. "I want to help you if you'll let me, princess." He said, pushing my thighs open a bit. "But- but dad.." I said, trying to push my legs back together. "Just let me make you feel good, sweetie.." Dad said, pulling the fabric of my bathing suit bottoms to the side and giving my clit a gentle lick. "Mm.. dad.. no.. this is wrong.." I protested but didn't push him away, his tongue just felt so nice. He gently kissed my clit and sucked it softly before moving his tongue down to my entrance, teasing it. "Mm.. d-dad.. dad.. ah.. no.." I protested, squirming slightly. "Mm.. princess.. say 'dada' again.." Dad groaned against my pussy, his tongue pushing inside. "D-dada.." I moaned softly, hips bucking forward. He groaned against me and pumped his tongue in and out of me. "Oh god.. dada.. no.. this is so wrong.." I moaned, my hips grinding against his face as I came on his tongue.

My dad licked up my cum and pulled his swim trunks off. "Dad? What are you doing?" I asked, closing my legs. "You're going to feel every inch of the cock that made you." Dad replied, forcing my thighs open and pulling the fabric of my bathing suit bottoms to the side again "D-dad-! N-no-!" I tried to get away but he forced his cock deep inside of me, setting a rough pace that made me scream and cry. "Dad! No! Stop! This isn't right! Please! Stop! You're hurting me!" I yelled, trying to push him off but I was too weak. "I'm hurting you? Oh please. You've hurt me for years. Not letting me fuck your cunt. Being so fucking innocent. Always announcing your period. You're a fucking tease." Dad said, pounding into me way too hard. I screamed louder, my tears streaming down my cheeks as my pussy bled from his aggressive thrusts. Dad groaned and watched as his cock got bloody as I cried harder. "Fuck.. so good.. keep crying.. you're so tight.." He groaned as he violated me, his own daughter. I gave up on fighting and just laid down, legs spread wide as he fucked me like some hooker. He slapped my tiny breasts with my bikini top on, making them jiggle. "Dada.. oh fuck.. dada.." I moaned, my cries dying down as I enjoyed the feeling of my dad fucking me. "Fuck.. kiddo.. that's it.. clench around the cock that made you.." Dad said as his hips stuttered and he buried his cock in my pussy, ropes of his hot, thick cum filling me.

My dad and I rested, catching our breath and sitting in the water before he sat on the smooth rock he set me on earlier. "I'm sorry, kiddo, I didn't mean—" I cut my dad off, pulling on my dad's swimming trunks. "I-I wanna.. explore.. I've never seen a guy naked and I wanna.. touch.. a-a.. umm.. a-a thing.." I blushed slightly, looking at the rock. "It's called a penis, a dick, or a cock, not a 'thing'." Dad responded, lifting his hips and pulling his swimming trunks down, his cock hardening before my eyes. I gently grabbed it, my fingers wrapped around his cock and I moved my hand up and down. "Mm.. good girl.. just like that, kiddo.." Dad groaned, his head falling back as he fought the urge to help me. "Th-that's good..?" I asked, moving my hand a little faster, more confidently. "So good, princess.. so good.." He assured me, putting a hand on my cheek. I smiled and looked at his cock, stroking a little faster. "Kiddo, could you use your mouth a bit..?" Dad asked, his thumb gently pulling my bottom lip down slightly. I nodded slightly and leaned in, licking the tip as my hand continued to work his shaft. "That's it.. keep going, princess.." He groaned, a hand moving to my head, his fingers tangling in my hair. I slightly stopped moving my hand, moving my tongue down his shaft slightly, causing him to groan again. "Wh-what about these..?" I asked, pulling away and moving my other hand to gently grab his balls. "Oh god.. kiddo.. you're really good at exploring.. just keep touching.." He responded, head falling back again. I leaned in and gently sucked on one of them, causing him to tighten his grip on my hair.

I licked up dad's shaft, a hand massaging his balls as I gently took the tip in my mouth and started sucking. Dad groaned and slightly guided my head up and down, unable to hold himself back for much longer. "God.. kiddo.. you've always been so hot.. all those little dresses and skirts your mom put you in.. those skimpy kids bathing suits.. fuck.. your mom let me bathe you a few times and you were just so hot.. I wish I did this sooner.." He said as he clearly thought about those scenes. I was disgusted and went to pull away when he pushed my head down, his large cock making me gag as he moved my head. "Fuck.." He groaned, using my mouth like a fleshlight while I struggled to breathe. I scratched at his thighs, tried to pull away, everything I could think of but I was too weak. My vision blurred as I blacked out, the only thing I could remember was his cock down my throat before waking up to Dylan raping my ass. I moaned and looked at him, vision still blurred. "Shh! You'll get us caught.." Dylan said and covered my mouth. I moaned against his palm and that's when I realized we were in the forest, the tents just a few yards away. The sun wasn't up very high, it was barely sunrise. "I just had to.. you liked it last time.." He whispered, pounding my ass. I nodded, my moans muffled by his hand. My eyes rolled back as I came, gripping the leaves below me. Dylan groaned and buried himself in me as he came and moved his hand from my mouth. "I love you, little sis." Dylan said, panting. "I love you too.." I replied, smiling at him. "So, you like anal. You're really a whore." Michael's voice came from behind Dylan who quickly pulled out and turned to face our older brother. "Don't worry, I won't tell dad… as long as I get to… have a little fun." Michael smirked at me, I was laying there with Dylan's cum leaking out of my ass, naked and vulnerable. "O-ok.." I said, causing Dylan to look at me. "Ok!? Kitty, seriously!?" Dylan looked shocked that I'd agreed to Michael's words.

Michael stepped closer and rubbed his boot against my cunt, my cum and arousal fluid making a little string connecting to his boot. "Fucking whore.." Michael groaned and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his already hard cock springing free. I blushed slightly and made sure my legs were spread as much as possible. "Good girl.." Michael said as he lined himself up and carefully pushed in, letting out a long groan as I whimpered softly. "There you go.. just take his cock, little sis.." Dylan whispered, gently running his fingers through my hair, he was trying to help comfort me despite raping me moments ago. I looked at Michael as I moaned, his hips moving slowly to let me adjust, as if he hadn't raped me before. "Fucking slut.." Michael groaned as he snapped, a hand clamping over my mouth as he thrust into me like my feelings didn't matter. "You're so fucking tight.. damn whore.." He said, I could feel his cock ramming against my cervix. I moaned and screamed against his hand, the sounds muffled by it, my walls clenched around his cock as I enjoyed the feeling of being pounded into. "He doesn't actually think you're a whore.. he loves you.. so much.." Dylan reassured me, his fingers brushing through my tangled hair. I felt myself cum on my big brother's cock, my body trembling slightly. "Oh fuck.. that's it.. mark your territory.." Michael groaned and filled my cunt with his cum. "You did so well.." Dylan said, kissing my cheek as he lifted me into his arms. Michael pulled out and let Dylan hold me. "Kyle's gonna wake up any minute.. I have to get you back to bed.." Dylan said as he began carrying me towards the tents. Michael followed and helped clean me up, wiping my puffy pussy lips with a rag. "Mmph.. what the fuck..?" Kyle's voice sounded beside us, I closed my legs and turned my head, looking into my twins eyes. "Dad! Come here!" Kyle yelled slightly, watching Dylan and Michael quickly try to cover me up as our dad entered. "Wha– Michael. Dylan. What the hell are you doing to your sister?" He asked, looking at the three of us. "We were.." Dylan started but trailed off. "We uhh.." Michael looked down, guilt in his eyes. I opened my legs shyly and hesitantly rubbed my clit, my dad looked shocked but the bulge in his pants was obvious, Kyle was glancing away, trying to get subtle glimpses, Dylan and Michael both looked conflicted, on one hand the two were aroused but on the other hand they didn't want to do anything in front of our dad.

"P-please..?" I said in a soft tone, still rubbing my clit as they watched. The four of them looked around at each other and seemed to realize something and without another word they grabbed me and led me into the larger tent only to push me onto my hands and knees. "At least you were kind enough to say 'please' this time.." Michael said, pushing my head down against the tent floor. Kyle pulled out his knife and stepped closer, gliding the cold blade along my side, slightly cutting into my skin. Dad walked over and stood by my head, looking down at my body while Dylan grabbed my hips and pressed his cock against my ass again. "Watch this.." He said to the others as he pushed in, my little cunt drooling as he thrust into my ass. "I knew she was a pathetic fucking whore!" Michael said, smacking my ass with one of his hands, causing me to yelp. Dad kneeled down and rubbed my back. "That's it.. take your brother's cock in your ass, princess.." Dad said, his touch was gentle and comforting although I didn't need it, Dylan felt so good like this. I moaned and whimpered as Dylan got more aggressive with Michael's encouragement. Kyle began carving their names into my side with his knife, I felt each cut.

I felt rope after rope of thick hot cum fill me up, sometimes in my ass, sometimes in my cunt as they each had their way with me. I was covered in cum, piss, blood, pen ink, cuts, bruises, scratches, and bite marks by the time we were done for the day. Only to be used over and over again until the trip was finally over…

[alexisstiel]

MIKE AND FI FIGHTING :[[

MIKE LOOKING AT OLD PICTURES 😭😭

him taking the gun... for sentimental values?? (i hope he isn't thinking of doing something else)

[victorianpining]

The Game is Now

(Well The Game is over a year ago, if you want to be technical about it)

I finally took the time to write up my notes and reactions to the original BBC Sherlock Escape Room Experience! Sorry in advance if things are a little vague at points, we only played through the room once and am mostly running off of iphone notes I wrote 13 months ago. I hope to be able to go back to try out the new Mind of Moriarty room during its run, if this one was anything to go by, it should be a fun time!

My usual disclaimer that while this is a TJLC slanted writeup, I'm just playing The Game for fun at this point, I really am not expecting any of this to lead anywhere. Enjoy your television responsibly, don't idolize television writers, eat your veggies, etc. etc. etc. And spoilers for the room, obviously.

Oh, and huge thank you to @watermotif @betweendoctorsanddetectives and @647763 (and her girlfriend) for playing the room with me! I had a blast suffering with you all <3

The way I'm getting myself to finally actually write this up is by telling myself it's okay if my thoughts are a little informal, especially after this long, so this is going to be written the way I usually structure my outlines in the format of chaotic bullet points. Hopefully it's still readable!

I'm starting my recap of the experience outside of the escape room itself, which was located in what was, for all intents and purposes, a random, abandoned seeming mall in London (it wasn't actually abandoned malls are just like that now)

So imagine you are just walking through what looks exactly like your local, very dead, mall, when there's just this massive wall with dark damask wall paper and the most DFP Sherlock quotes you can conceive of plastered on it. Think "I may be on the side of the angels but don't think for a second I am one of them" "heroes don't exist and if they did I wouldn't be one of them" "I'm a high functioning sociopath" etc. It's already hilarious

You come around the corner from that and there's the gated off "Doyle's Optometrist" office, where you have to page in (I think we had to state our group name, I can't remember exactly how we got in)

Once you're inside the staff helping you are named Stamford. Yes like Mike Stamford. Yes all of them. If you didn't know you were in for psychological torment, you do now

[brief intermission here because some of us arrived early, so they actually let us through to the Mind Palace bar while we waited. It was pretty cool, apart from the guy working there being really pushy about ordering drinks. The bar is Victorian themed with framed pictures from TAB and the biggest one in the room, like by far, was a framed picture of Sherlock and Moriarty's little gun standoff, so you know, that was fun.]

[here we are trying to be normal about it]

[also I went to the bathroom at this point and there was a little sign in the stall which said that the Sherlock theme song was exactly the right length to wash you hands to which was the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my life]

Anyway back to the intended order of the experience, Stamford led us back to the optometrist waiting room where we sat calmly while John Watson's voice read out random advertisements. (The only one of these I wrote down was "the eyes are the legs of the face" because it was so random, but there was a set of them)

Also as you will see in the following picture, the posters in here were Bananas

(In case you can't see it since it's small in dash, the purple one behind Mia says "Doyle's Audiographs: for those who hear but don't listen" very evocative of the "I did tell you but did you listen" motif, 0/10 very infuriating)

Stamford came over at this point and brought us back and gave us the rules, which included no photography so photos end here unfortunately

So we were taken to a projector room where John Watson addressed the players, saying that while it says the office belongs to Doyle, this is actually a front for one of Mycroft's plans (ha ha ha (deadpan)) and that he's coopted John into helping. (hah. do you get it? the author and the narrator? hillarious)

It was so clear that Martin did not want to be there. Like yes John in character also doesn't want to be there but Martin literally looked like he was being held at gunpoint. His eyes were dead. Poor guy.

Stamford led us through another room into the 221B living room! Being in here was surreal. Because there are a few groups lumped together at this point, we had a bit of time to look around the room. Rachel found a book about fetishes on the mantle, which was something.

We took our group picture, they let you pick from a few props. I went for the white queen chess piece for Dracula reasons and got bullied into wearing the deerstalker, which was homophobic.

Also the skull was the Yorick version, and I took a moment to stare into ACD's eyes, out of respect, as one does.

At this point the game proper begins! Sherlock's voice comes on (Ben is not on camera other than one brief exception which we will be coming back to later) and starts prepping us for our mission.

I don't remember the context but I think while telling us to be careful in the flat he told us "don't scrape your knees, or do." which was funny considering "the state of her knees"

Mycroft then addresses the audience (hah) only to be interrupted by Moriarty (hah) hacking the TV (hah hah hah)

The mirror above the fireplace? Also turns into a TV that Moriarty hacks. Ha. Ha ha ha ha.

Moriarty informs us that he has kidnapped Mycroft so the point of the game is to save Mycroft from Moriarty (I was fighting the urge to bash my head against the walls of 221b at this point, like I was expecting M Theory but like Come On you're killing me here)

You may be wondering how exactly Moriarty has kidnapped Mycroft considering he is dead. Great question! You don't get an answer apart from Moriarty saying "remember I am definitely dead" in the most sarcastic voice I have ever heard come out of Andrew Scott's mouth. Full psychological warfare at this point. Having a great time. The usual.

Also at this point, while talking about Mycroft, Moriarty compares him to Sherlock, and he definitely listed off a bunch of things but the part that most stood out was he said verbatim "Mycroft is like Sherlock without the fangirls or sex appeal" so uh. Um. Yeah. M Theory Time!!! All Aboard!!! Choo Choo!!!!

We were taken to the first of our three puzzle rooms: the morgue at St. Bart's. Moriarty is introducing the room and jokingly refers to the brief time he spent dating Molly, lets us know that our goal is to break into the computer system (a development which had me thrilled, you know I love the Moriarty as a Virus angle)

Not one full minute after Moriarty joked about Molly being his cover, Molly voice over talks to John (who by the way has a beard at this point, that I had not mentioned) and goes "nice beard!" Hah. Hah.

To get into the computer we needed to put in a date, I don't remember the context for this puzzle but the answer was 2012, the year of Season 2.

The case in the middle of the room then lights up and you're able to see the corpse. On the computer, a database comes in, and in order to get into the server, we need to fill out a series of questions about the identity of the corpse.

One of the filters is the relationship status of the corpse with three options, single, married m/f, and married m/m. I let out the most exhausted sigh of my entire life and hit married m/m without even looking at the corpse. (we briefly removed it because the room was giving us clues out of order that made us think for a moment that this was wrong, it was not, the corpse is gay, you have to not assume he's straight. Do you get it?) (war and strife on the planet earth)

So the clue for that is that the corpse has the name Stephen tattooed on him (really? of all the names? Stephen????) and you're meant to figure out that he wouldn't get a tattoo of his own name. Or just be so mentally exhausted that you intrinsically know the corpse is going to be gay because of course he is.

If that wasn't enough, the corpse was also a member of the Royal Navy who was left handed. Hi John.

At this point my friends in the room with me pointed me up to the TV in the corner, which was showing random news feed but the ticker tap at the bottom was advertising BBC Dracula, which was fun.

When we were finally getting into the cage the server was in, Moriarty kept ominously chanting "let me in"

Again, don't remember the context, but one of the clues in this room was identifying the heart

We discovered the corpse died of a horrific virus (hah) just as Moriarty hacked into the server thanks to us (once again was genuinely enjoying the code stuff, this is a 10/10 from me, makes fadow better for everyone who has done this silly escape room sdhgakjdsg)

The second room was Mycroft's underground office and our task from Moriarty was to locate where his agents were stationed throughout the world and once again send off his virus. I was giggling.

Flipping around with switches on Mycroft's desk, we found that the mirrors on either side of the room were actually windows! Because of course they were!

Sherlock comes in with a clue at this point and lets us know something to the effect of "Mycroft likes to hide clues in photographs" which was uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... normal.

Those are my only notes for this room and I don't remember literally anything else about it so sorry about that on to....

The final room: The Victorian Operating Theater! Oh boy!!!

Moriarty has been using us to access the genetic code (hah) for a virus (hah) last scene in the Victorian Era (hahahahahahahaa). He literally phrases it as "an old treasure brought into the modern day." Hillarious.

Then the absolute highlight of the experience: there's this giant console thing in the middle of the room that comes to life with all these screens, and on them including Moriarty taunting us and, the absolute 12/10 winner, footage of Sherlock wandering around 221B. This is the only Ben footage you get and not only does it confirm the "Moriarty is always spying on Sherlock" part of M Theory, it's very similar to the wall of monitors I came up with for fadow. Fellow Moriarty fan Mia and I were dying at this as much as we were able to while still trying to solve the room.

Moriarty freed Mycroft but had infected us with the virus (this is why I joke that Moriarty gave me COVID, because I caught it this day and it might as well have been from him)

His plan was to unleash the virus on the world unless we could stop him

This room was more physical puzzles than mental, and we had to cure the brain, the heart, and the lungs respectively. The brain and the heart are obviously big Sherlock meta staples so since then I've been like "why the lungs tho?" My best guess is it has something to do with breathing new life into an old story, but that's just a guess

While we were solving it and making progress Moriarty came on to rant something like "the game was over! You should have known when to give up!" Flames, flames on the side of my face.

When we won, Sherlock insulted us, but Mycroft then came on to compliment our efforts and talents, which was a great way to leave off.

Apparently only 20% of people actually solve the room, and we were in the top 20% of that, all while trying to take in the meta of it all, go League of Furies!!!

Final thoughts: this really was like if watching the show was a thing you could live through in real time. If you've ever wanted to be tormented by Mofftiss in a more visceral way, this room is exactly what you're looking for. Also shoutout to Andrew, who acted his absolute heart out, 15/10 thanks for all the M Theory, it was delicious

Also once again to reiterate, I can't believe James Moriarty gave me COVID, after all I have done for him, rest in pieces except he isn't even dead all the way.

I guess 4 months of not being able to breathe fully was the real lungs meta all along.

Can't wait for the Mind of Moriarty game next though for real, that's gonna be Bonkers, if one of the scenes is a virtual version of the waterfall scene from TAB I think I would combust on the spot

Thanks for reading!!! Sorry this took me forever only to be such a casual writeup in the end, but hopefully this recreation of my mental breakdown in a mall was entertaining.

[imagineanime2022]

Perfect Pair *Part 2*

Kalluto Zoldyck (Platonic) X Reader

Word Count: 726

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello Again! I was wondering, if it's not too much trouble, could you write another kalluto x big sister reader? I really liked the one you wrote last time :)

*Part 1*

After that dinner your parents paired you with Kalluto a lot more, you were still going on missions alone considering his young age but when you were home, you were very rarely apart. Illumi still kept a close eye on you, he wanted you as far away from Killua as possible, not that ever sought the younger Zoldyck out.

You were out on the grounds leant against a tree with your eyes closed, the only indication that you were awake was the hand gently moving through Mike’s fur, you ears picked up on the sound of footsteps coming towards you, it was easy to recognise the slightly clumsy attempts at silencing foot steps. “Killua.” You said softly as one of your eyes opened and found the younger white haired kid sitting in front of you. “What are you doing out here?” “I was looking for you.” He answered. “Oh yeah? Why is that?” You asked “Why doesn’t Illumi like you, he always tells me to stay away from you.” Killua informed you and you smiled as you looked at him. “He’s probably worried that I’m going to ruin you.” You answered. “Ruin me?” He asked. “Poison your mind with ideas of running away and defying the family.” You explained and he tilted his head to the side. “Why?” He asked. “Because I believe that all of us should have been given the choice to do whatever we wanted, they want you to lead the family, so they’ll give you whatever you want to keep you here but you know…” You sit up shuffling Mike’s head to your thighs instead of your chest “if there’s something you want that’s outside of these walls, go get it… While you still have the chance to.” “(Y/N)! There you are!” Kalluto appeared and you opened your arms for him and he jumped at you, Mike gave a bark at the growing group around him. “Go on, get out of here kid, I’m sure that your training will start soon.” You shooed Killua away, throwing a chocolate robot at him as he left. “Now what are you all the way out here for?”

A couple of years later you stood in the carnage that was left from Killua running away, Milluki leant over your injured mother, Illumi was literally boiling and Kalluto stood behind you, no one saw it but you felt it, the needle in your arm, you looked down at it and frowned before pulling it out of your arm and throwing it back at him “you want to explain that?” You asked as he caught the returned weapon. “You're the reason that he left… What did you do?” He asked. “You're so sure that it’s me and yet you have no clue what I did…” You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. “If it wasn’t you then it had to be Kalluto, so I guess that he’ll be the one that goes to the isolation room.” Illumi shrugged, you felt Kalluto stiffen behind you and before you even knew what happened you lifted your gun and shot, you hit him in his right shoulder, you knew that he could throw needles with both but he was more comfortable with his right. There was no show of pain from either one of you and you assumed if the fight had gone any further you might have ended up gravely hurt, as much as you didn’t want to admit it Illumi was probably stronger than you purely because of experience. “Enough!” Your father ordered both of you and you lowered your gun holstering again. “No one is going to the isolation room.” “Tch.” Illumi made a noise of disapproval before leaving, announcing that he was going to look for his little brother. Kalluto tugged you over to a chair. “Sit.” He ordered as he gathered things to clean and wrap your arm. “You didn’t have to get in trouble for me…” Kalluto mumbled and you looked at him and smiled, lifting your uninjured arm and ruffling his hair. “I’ll always get in trouble for you, I don’t really like Illumi but I love you.” You winked and he smiled softly as he finished wrapping your arm. “Well then you can’t die and leave me.” Kalluto said. “I’m not gonna die.” You promised. “Really?” He asked. “Really.” You nodded.

*Part 3*

Request Here!!

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HELLO! please talk about vampire mike?

sorry i am kinda late to replying to this but!!! gladly i will

i don't know what do you exactly wanna hear, but, i'm gonna talk about an au idea i have, which is more blended to canon.

mike was bitten by a vampire when he was around 13 years old. it happened when, one night, he heard a loud screeching noise coming from the hut, and he remembered his father talking about a dog or a wolf harassing one of the sheeps, and it gave him the idea that this noise could be that wolf. he threw a jacket over his pajamas, slipped into his shoes and silently walked to the hut after getting one of his father's guns.

he opened the lock on the hut's door, loud wing flopping and chicken's noises were filling his ears (which, looking back on it, should've given him the warning that something was wrong. how could a wolf get into the hut if the door was locked?), and when he opened, his sight welcomed a silhouette of a tall, dark being with red, shining eyes. its fangs were visible, its mouth open like it was just on the verge of biting something, bright and threatening, while its hands were wrapped around a chicken's throat. its eyes were on mike

mike looked at the creature, thinking he is having a very realistic dream, since this didn't make any sense. it was too late when the creature let go of the chicken and rushed towards him, knocking him down and digging its teeth into the flesh of his neck.

mike couldn't breath as the blood drained from his veins he tried to get his words out, tries to tell it to stop, to let go, but he couldn't. he gasped, tears on his eyes, trying to grab it with his empty hand, trying to point the gun at the creature but he was just too weak to do so. he tried to rationalize he was gonna die when the creature started growling with mike's blood dripping from its chin.

when mike's consciousness was on the edge, when he was almost passing out, he heard the creature say, "no," and it started mumbling, "no, no, no, no, no, not a child. you didn't just drink a child's blood, no, no nonononono-"

after just a second he heard a fabric rip, and after another second passed the he heard the voice say, "drink this," and he felt a warm liquid press against his lips. everything was muffled out, like he was under water, and he was blowing bubbles under it.

"please, please, just drink this, i am so sorry, please," he heard the voice say while he felt something pushing his chin down and opening his mouth. he felt the liquid pouring into his throat - he coughed weakly when it went to the wrong direction.

and after that everything became unintelligible noises and he passed out.

when he woke up he was in his bed, in his room. it was morning, but he felt utterly sick, and when his mom came to wake him up, he just told her he had a horrible dream and needed some rest.

that was all i could write out now!!!!! i will write another thing about vampire mike if you liked this, (it's ok if you didn't, i really rushes myself lol) so lmk!!!

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Angel you're a real one for bringing up the Nancy issue in your post. For the longest I really couldn't stand how the writers just gave up on the Wheeler sibs while making the Byers, Sinclairs, Steve and Dustin, even Willel have better chemistry than Nancy and Mike.

Maybe it's cuz I have a really awesome older sister so comparing her to Nancy, Nancy falls entirely short. I want her to have an Over the Garden Wall moment (a cool cartoon I watch every autumn season) where another character points out how un-older sibling like she's being to Mike so she can do better cuz maybe she's truly unaware that this is an issue.

Cuz I don't think Nancy’s going to get it unless someone else on the outside openly talks to her about how she's just not there for Mike in the way she thinks she is. We've never seen Nancy be observant to Mike like how the Byers notice something's off about Will so I'll give her the benefit of the doubt that she can't see what's in front of her cuz the Wheelers only cared when danger was right at their doorstep (Ted and Karen when the government showed up, at the town meeting when Jason started the manhunt)

Nancy's following the theme of being her parents in recognizing something is wrong too late like in s1 when she worried about Mike and never even thought that he could be in danger when his literal best friend Will is missing, along with Barb.

So I dunno, I see Nancy reflecting her parents in that way of never knowing that Mike is also in the pathway of danger nearly constantly AKA a target of the same entity/mysterious bad guy that took Will twice (physically and possession wise)

Anyways sorry for the long ask but I just hate how they write Nancy and Mike's dynamic with no progression in 4 whole seasons. She has survivors guilt from losing Barb and protects everyone else but she leaves Mike in the dust

hi lex ~! please never apologise for long asks, i love to analyse characters (even if i don't do it often).

yes to all you said !! i don't know if the writers chose to completely ignore the wheeler siblings on purpose so there can be a cool storyline with them in s5 (or if they simply don't think their connection is important in the slightest -_- ), but i think it's factual at this point that nancy needs someone or something to knock some sense into her. it's been four seasons without her altering her behaviour in the slightest, so someone (potentially jonathan, seeing as he constantly blames himself for not being there for will) has to reach her lest something terrible happens to mike and she can't avoid caring any longer.

more than that, though, i think the crux of the problem is nancy's need for revenge. ever since s1 it's been well established that she feels entirely responsible for what happened to barb and, being unable to bring her back, has chosen to focus her energy into harming those she feels are also at fault.

so in s1 this translated to ditching the kids to go kill the demogorgon, later pretending that it was to help joyce and hopper in the upside down when it was clearly just an attempt to avenge barb. in s2, she missed out on most of what happened because she was off with jonathan and murray trying to figure out a way to make the lab pay. in s3, she's the first to get the gun ready to attack biIly and, in s4, she's the one who concocts a plan to try to kill vecna.

and while all these plans are ultimately cemented in her desire to keep the party safe, she constantly overlooks obvious flaws to her approach because a) she's only a human girl and there's not much else she can really do against their supernatural foes, and b) even if it's on a subconscious level, she has a strong bias towards violence because she's still trying to punish those who took barb from her (in lieu of punishing herself further because, as previously mentioned, she's the one she blames the most).

so, until she rids herself of this need for vengeance and starts thinking more logically, she will continue to ignore basic problems to her plans and, more importantly, the emotional needs of those around her. particularly mike, who she's grown up ignoring because that's the example her parents have set for her and who, in her mind, doesn't need to be cared for emotionally because what's there for him to be sad or traumatised about ? he got will back (twice), el back (also twice, if we consider the break-up), and he's had the least amount of near-death-experiences out of all the kids (as far as she knows).

in nancy's mind, since mike didn't lose his loved ones, there's no way he could possibly be struggling and so, anything she might actually notice, any signs she might see that defy this idea, she pushes down to keep up this self-imposed illusion. and, when she recognises her brother's behaviour in others, or sees that someone else is in danger, she chooses to hyperfocus on them so that she can continue to ignore mike's pain (or the fact that he's in danger).

,,,anyway,,, there's another half-baked analysis x.x thanks again for the ask lex !! hopefully my rambling is somewhat coherent u.u

[bonkwosher]

Poly!Lacho x GN!Reader ~ Enemy Within Pt. 2

A/N: This is to go along with this pitch I made, along with part 1 of this fic. I may or may not be writing this before part 1 is even released bc I want to write a part 2 so bad. SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THE LATTER HALF HAD ME UPSET BUT I REALLY LIKE IT NOW.

Prompt: Lacho (Lalo x Nacho) x Reader where Lalo & Nacho live in a big home & eventually the reader either stays the night or ends up living with them. This is in the time when Lalo & Gus are going head to head & thanks to Mike, Gus knows about the reader. Gus orders his men to kidnap the reader, beat them up, then frees them & pretends to be a good samaritan that saves them & brings them home to Lalo & Nacho. Gus uses this to get into Lalo & Nacho's home to find out their plans & Lalo & Nacho, who haven't told the reader about their business, are freaking out that Gus is now basically the reader's best friend. ~ Yours Truly

Contains: Violence (Silly little cartel boys get revenge for you), Derogatory terms (Slut), Homophobia/Prejudice Against Polyamory, Guns, Bolsa being a mean man (LMAO)

Word Count: 4198

Part 1 | [Part 2]

Lalo gave his husband a quick nod before watching the two leave towards the bedroom upstairs. He placed his hand on his gun as he turned back to Gus.

"You know you can't kill me, Lalo," Gus spoke as he fixed his posture, the bloody nose finally drying up, "Don Eladio would never forgive you."

Lalo pulled out his phone & dialed a number, the angry expression never leaving his face, "Bolsa, I'd like to meet up with Eladio as soon as possible. I know we were just there but, we have a... problem with one of his favorite men. I thought it would be best if we met in person."

Lalo hung up & placed the phone in his back pocket.

"You're lucky you have the chance to walk out of here alive. Just know that if you so much as look at my partner ever again, I will torture you for the rest of your life & never give you the satisfaction of death."

"Well, Y/N has my number. If they decide to contact me that's not my fault. I just want to make sure they'll recover smoothly after all of that. Maybe we'll become good friends!" Gus' cheery tone returned.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House!" Lalo spoke through gritted teeth.

"Seems like I should see myself out. Nice to meet you, Mr. Salamanca," Fring held out his hand, clearly relishing in the fact that he was torturing his enemy.

"Last chance before I shoot you right here, Fring."

Gus took the hint & finally turned towards the door. Lalo wished he could shoot him in the back of the head right there. After Fring left, Lalo locked the door behind him. He pulled out his phone once more & called for more men to be sent to his house. He walked along the inside perimeter of the house making sure everything was locked. Once he was done he walked up to the bedroom. Ignacio was laying on the side of the bed with your arms & legs wrapped around him, you were out cold.

"Are they feeling better?" Lalo asked softly, noticing that his husband refused to look at him, "I'm sorry, mi corazón. I could not have known this would happen."

Ignacio glared at his husband through his eyebrows. Lalo could have known because he was constantly telling him it would happen. He let his mind wander as he looked up at the ceiling. Sleeping was going to be impossible for those two, if you weren't so drained you'd be up with them. Lalo sat in the chair by the bed & placed his gun on the armrest. He would not sleep until his men were there to watch over you. Then again he had a lot to think about, the methods he'd use to break each bone in the body of the man that hurt you.

"Brian Clarke," Lalo thought aloud, gaining the attention of his husband, "Clarke with an e at the end. Brian... Clarke."

Once his men arrived he met them outside, ordering two of them to hunt down your assailant while the others patrolled the house. Finally, Lalo had a chance to relax. He made his way back to the bedroom & got in bed. He turned over, looking at you, & felt guilt wash over him once more. Now that he wasn't protecting you or enraged at Gus, he was just disappointed with himself. He lied to Ignacio & put you in danger, to be fair he didn't think anyone would be dumb enough to cross him. He should've accounted for Gus' unpredictability.

That morning Ignacio was shaken awake by his husband who wore a bright smile considering what happened last night. Ignacio gave Lalo a confused & heavily tired look.

"We got him," Lalo dragged out his words, cheer filling his tone.

"Who?" Ignacio's brow furrowed, "Fring?"

Lalo stepped back & used his hands to talk, "No, no. Not yet! Brian Clarke, the man who hurt Y/N!"

Ignacio shushed his husband & looked down at you, sleeping as peacefully as you could with such injuries. Without a second thought, anger took over & he held eye contact with Lalo.

"Make him suffer."

"You don't want to come with me? A little husband-husband bonding," he teased.

"I'm not leaving Y/N alone ever again," Ignacio ran his hand through your hair, causing your unconscious form to slightly tighten your grip around his midsection.

Lalo felt his smile falter but hid it by lightly hitting Ignacio's arm, "Hey, I'll have my fun then you can take your turn."

Ignacio barely processed that his husband was talking, gritting his teeth & imagining breaking the man's spirit, "I want to go first. Stay with Y/N."

Lalo felt like a schoolgirl watching Ignacio climb out of bed, his fists clenched (Lalo: "That is the hottest thing you've ever said" LMAO). Before Ignacio could make it out Lalo pulled him close & gave him a long kiss, pulling Ignacio as close to him as he possibly could. As much as Ignacio wanted to still be upset with Lalo, he couldn't help but melt in his husband's grasp.

"Make him wish he never laid eyes on our querida, mi corazón (darling, my heart)," Lalo spoke as he pulled away from the kiss.

As Ignacio left, Lalo heard you mumbling in your sleep. He quickly climbed into bed with you & wrapped your limbs around him. He leaned back & pulled out his phone, connecting to a nanny cam that was installed in the basement. Pulling out headphones & putting one in his ear, he waited for his husband to walk down the stairs.

Ignacio entered Lalo's study & closed the doors, making sure no one could see what he was doing. In typical Lalo fashion, he created a secret door & basement. Initially, it was so he couldn't be caught by police but it helped keep their business from you as well. Ignacio hit a hidden button & the door slid open. He took a deep breath & walked slowly down the stairs, Brian's pleads became audible quickly.

"Where am I? You've got the wrong guy!"

"I don't think I do, Brian. Your boss sold you out. You picked the wrong side," Ignacio taunted the man who was chained to a wall.

Brian's skin went pale, he recognized his captor even in the dim, red light.

"Ignacio Varga," he breathed out.

Ignacio grabbed a cigar cutter from the table & brought it up to the man, ignoring his pleas. He cut the man's pointer finger clean off, relishing the screams of pain the man let out.

"Only people I love can call me Ignacio," he began while holding up the cigar cutter once more, "Speaking of people I love, I believe you know why you're here."

The man was full-on crying now, amusing Ignacio, "It was just a job, I didn't know they were important to you."

"I don't like liars, Brian," Ignacio spoke before cutting another finger off.

"Fine! I knew who they were! It's a job though, I can't just say no. I have to do what I'm paid for!"

"Torturing innocent people, that's what you're paid to do?"

This man was in so much pain he didn't even consider watching his words, "They can't be innocent, they're dating you & Lalo Salamanca! They're just as bad as you!"

Lalo, who was watching with a bright smile on his face, whispered to himself, "Ohoho, you've just sealed your fate, Bryito."

Lalo felt you moving under him & quickly closed his phone, slightly sad he wouldn't be able to watch his husband's rage live. He looked down at you to see you slowly pushing yourself up, arms shaking.

"No, no, no, querida! Don't overwork yourself," Lalo spoke quickly trying to awkwardly lift some of your body weight for you.

You were initially surprised by the fact that you were no longer laying on Ignacio's chest, but you were happy to have some alone time with your other partner now, "I'm fine, Lalo. I'm just getting up."

Your statement was immediately followed by a wince & Lalo no longer allowed you to move on your own, pulling you up to lay on his chest. You laughed at the fact that he could heft you around like nothing.

"You should take the pain meds, querida."

"You're right, I need food then. Guess we have to get up," you teased causing your to partner smile.

"Fine, fine. But if you get in any pain I will find a way to carry you!"

The two of you made your way downstairs & into the kitchen, Lalo ghosting a protective arm around your waist. He directed you to sit at the table while he made breakfast. Lalo turned on some music & sung along with it while putting on his apron.

"Where's Ignacio?" you asked, making Lalo's eyes widen a hopefully unnoticeable amount.

"Oh, he went to the gym, he had to get some frustration out. I'll text him to find out when he's coming back."

Lalo Salamanca: Y/N & I are in the kitchen! When are you coming back from the gym?

Lalo waited as the meat cooked, staring at his phone hoping Ignacio understood what he meant. He tapped his foot to the beat of the music.

"Mi corazón Ignacio": Alright, I'll be home soon. I love you!

Lalo relayed the information to you & continued cooking. He took a moment to pour out a glass of water for you & set it on the table, kissing you before turning back to the stove. You almost choked on your water when you saw a man outside with a gun slung over his back. Freaking out, you didn't hear Ignacio enter the home.

"Lalo! There's- a guy!" You started hyperventilating as you jumped out of your seat, trying to run away.

Ignacio ran up & grabbed you leading you toward one of the many unassuming dressers in your home. Unbeknownst to you, a gun sat in one of the drawers.

"Is it the security?" Ignacio asked, pulling your head to his chest, which you now noticed was bare.

Lalo grabbed his hip & looked outside, one of his men. He should've relayed the fact that you now have a security detail to you earlier, he was just too distracted by all that his husband was doing in the basement.

"Sí, I'm sorry querida. I forgot to tell you I hired some extra security," Lalo spoke, lowering his hand & walking up to the two of you.

Lalo threw an arm over both yours & Ignacio's shoulders as the latter tried to bring you down from your panic. Lalo was never as good with these things as Ignacio was, so he tried his best to use his presence to offer comfort. He lightly squeezed your shoulder & placed a kiss on your cheek.

"Everything is okay, ángel, you heard what Lalo said."

Once you managed to calm down, the two led you back to the kitchen. Lalo returned to cooking while Ignacio sat across from you holding your hand. A bit later, Lalo placed plates full of food in front of you & Ignacio before sitting down with his own. You ate in peaceful silence for a while before a ping rang from your phone, more so catching Lalo's attention than anyone else. Your phone was in the living room & you didn't care enough to get it, not voicing your opinion, instead just chowing down on the amazing breakfast.

"Lalo, your cooking is always so amazing," you complimented.

"Thank you, querida," his mind was far away.

A second ping hit your phone & Lalo stood up believing the pings to be texts from Gus. He walked off into the living room & grabbed your phone, false alarm, emails. He brought your phone back with him & set it on the table.

"You have some emails from work," Lalo handed you your phone & sat back down.

You let go of Ignacio's hand to reply to your boss, Ignacio's eyes flitted up towards you & stayed locked on your face. He felt an extreme need to always see you or feel you, likely fuelled by the guilt of letting you get hurt. He wasn't even eating at this point, just staring.

"How was the gym, Ignacio?"

He didn't even turn to face Lalo, "It was good, I feel a bit better now."

You looked up to meet Ignacio's eyes, "Oh yeah, you went to the gym. Do you need a shirt or do you just want to sit there shirtless & looking pretty?"

Ignacio's eyes softened & he gave you a soft smile. Lalo let out a chuckle, "What, you don't like what you see? Close your eyes then because I do!"

You & Ignacio erupted into laughter & life felt normal again. Your phone began to ring & you stood up slowly, walking into the other room to take the call. Lalo didn't question it, trying not to be paranoid for five seconds & Ignacio kept an eye on you still, scooting his chair a little bit to keep you in view. Ignacio subconsciously tightened his grip on the knife that he was using to cut his food.

"Hello? Oh hi, great to hear from you again. Yeah, I'm good. I'm in a lot less pain than yesterday but it's still rough," after another pause you turned to look into the kitchen, "Can we have Gus over for lunch?"

Lalo turned to look at Ignacio, "Oh, well- I was thinking we should, erm- go visit the doctor to see what we can do to help you recover?"

You paused for a moment, listening to Gus, "Gus asks if dinner is okay?"

"Querida, I-" Lalo wanted to protest but you looked so innocent & he feared saying no would hurt your feelings, "Yeah, that's fine."

The hospital trip only amounted to the doctor informing you that you should stay in bed. Lalo tried to use that to convince you to rain-check your dinner but you felt indebted to Gus. As the three of you pulled into the driveway, Lalo received a phone call. He stepped out of the car & walked a bit away before answering.

"Bolsa?"

"Yes, Lalo. I got your message, would you like me to come across the border to discuss the matter with you in person?"

"Hmm, yes. Is tonight doable?"

"Yes, Lalo, but if this is another 'you not trusting Fring without a fraction of evidence' then I will take it up with Eladio."

"Of course, Bolsa. I have reason this time, my uncle has no influence in my decision."

"Alright, I will head to you now."

Lalo couldn't help but be happy now with the fact that Gus was coming over, ensnaring himself in a trap of Lalo's own design. He walked inside to find that you & Nacho had already gone upstairs, likely to cuddle. He decided to get some extra work in with your friend in the basement. He entered his study, opened the door, & made his way downstairs. Brian instantly heard the footsteps.

"I've told you everything, please. I'm sorry I hurt your partner," his voice was hoarse & he barely had the strength to look up at Lalo.

"Oh no, I haven't had the chance to hear your story," Lalo grabbed a large, jagged knife off the table, "& I have a friend who would love to hear it. If you don't mind telling them, I just might let you live."

You were doing your best to help set up dinner. You were moving slow & had to take breaks but Ignacio was there to pick up where you left off each time. Lalo walked up, pulling Ignacio away from the table as he laid down utensils. He took Ignacio into the other room so you wouldn't hear him muttering something like, "Let me show you some of the current profits, tell me what you think."

You tried your best to set up the rest of the table, looking over your shoulder to see Ignacio staring at you.

"I'm fine!" You yelled, causing him to smile.

Ignacio rejoined you in setting up dinner & within minutes there was a knock at the door. You turned to get it but Lalo ran past you towards the door shouting, "Rest, querida!"

The door opened to reveal Gus with a bottle of expensive-looking wine in hand. He offered the wine to Lalo before stepping inside & heading straight to you. He attempted to sit next to you but Ignacio quickly took his spot. Lalo had already staked his claim at the head of the table, despite still cooking on the other side of the kitchen, so Gus ended up sitting across from you. Ignacio placed a tight grip on your leg to the point where your leg began to hurt.

"Ignacio- Can you," his eyes snapped to you & he loosened his grip, "I'm sorry ángel, I got lost in thought."

"About what?" You asked, trying your best to hold eye contact as your partner avoided it.

Ignacio did his best to not look back at Gus, lying to you felt so wrong but he knew it was to keep you safe, "I just wish I ended up staying here to protect you."

"That's not your fault, baby. You & Lalo had business & it's not like any of us knew I was in danger. I'm safe now because my two wonderful husbands are here to protect me," you admittedly gave a cheesy line at the end but it made Ignacio feel a bit better.

Lalo finished cooking & placed the plates down once more. He had an oddly cheery attitude while sitting next to his worst enemy. Gus noticed that instantly. He couldn't brush it off as Lalo being a good actor.

"How was your day, Gus?" You asked as you dug into your food.

"It was nice, thank you. A lot of meetings."

"Meetings for what?"

"I own a restaurant chain called Los Pollos Hermanos, I spend most of my time making sure each restaurant is up & running."

"Oh! Lalo owns some restaurants too, right Lalo!"

"Yes, querida. It sadly takes a fair amount of my time away from my partners but I do get to work with Ignacio on occasion, that's taken some of the workload off my shoulders."

"Why do you not work with Y/N," Gus struck a cord.

"Well, I-" Lalo began, being met with your immediate interjection.

"I am, in no way, capable of running a business. Thank you for the vote of confidence though, Gus."

You took another bite of your food & gave him a smile. A knock at your front door made you jump a little. Lalo jumped up & headed to the door while Ignacio grabbed your hand.

"Let's go upstairs, ángel," Ignacio nodded towards the large staircase behind him & looked a bit concerned.

"Why, we're having dinner?"

"I- just, come with me."

"O-Okay, sure I guess."

You were confused, definitely. You wouldn't admit it but you were a little scared. Ignacio sounded... unsettled for lack of a better word. You turned to see the man at the door for just a second before Ignacio drew your attention back to him. He was tall with dark hair & a fancy suit. He shook Lalo's hand with a smile.

"Please, Juan, join us in the kitchen."

By "us", Bolsa expected to see Lalo's husband, Ignacio. The fact that Lalo was married to a man became well-known quickly throughout the cartel. It would be a lie to say people took him less seriously after the wedding. You, on the other hand, were still a secret until now.

"Oh! Fring, I didn't expect you to be here," Bolsa replied to Gus' shocked look.

The three men sat at the table in silence for a moment as Lalo pulled out a folder.

"I called you here today, Juan, because Fring kidnapped my partner. I believe he was trying to take a stab at my family's business!"

"Where is Nacho now?" Bolsa asked.

"I- No, my other partner."

"Other partner?"

"Yes, Y/N, they're upstairs now but-"

"Are they actually your partner or are they some slut you hired."

Lalo stood up & slammed his fist onto the table, "Will you listen to me, Juan?!"

Silence fell over the table once more as Lalo practically threw the folder at Juan. He opened the folder to see pictures from your doctor's visit that day showcasing each & every injury you sustained. Bolsa was silent as he looked through each one.

"So you say Fring kidnapped them to undermine you?"

"Yes!"

"Then why are they alive?" Bolsa asked bluntly.

"What?" Lalo froze, this wasn't going how he planned.

"You think Fring doesn't have the resources to make someone disappear. Am I wrong to assume that it would be easy for you?" Bolsa turned to Fring.

"N-No, I have made some less than trustworthy workers disappear as you say," Gus tried to sound more innocent, a liar's tactic?

"No! He kidnapped Y/N, hurt them, then let them go to get to me! One of his men, who was involved, admitted it all to me!"

"You kidnapped one of my men?" Gus, again, feigned innocence.

"You gave me his name! You wanted me to take him!"

The group was yelling too loud to hear Ignacio calling out to you to come back. Your husband tried to grab you but you got past him & ran downstairs.

Lalo pulled out his gun & pointed it at Gus, "He hurt my partner, you can't let him get away with that!"

"Lalo?" You spoke no louder than a whisper while grabbing his arm.

Lalo didn't register your voice & threw you to the floor, pointing his gun at you. The fear in your eyes almost made him drop his gun. He quickly holstered his gun & kneeled down in front of you, you scrambled away from him.

"Querida, I-"

"I take it you haven't told them about your business," Bolsa, who was now standing, spoke down on his fellow Don with a twisted smile, "Are they really your partner if you can't trust them?"

Ignacio helped you up but you stepped away from him as well, "What are they talking about?"

Ignacio fell silent & you backed away. You felt so confused & betrayed. You were almost at the door when Ignacio spoke up.

"Gus Fring was the one that ordered your kidnapping."

"What?" You now noticed that Gus was in the room as well.

"I would never, Y/N, I did all I could to help yo-"

Lalo quickly raised his gun to point at Gus, "SHUT UP!"

Gus' hands flew to his head & you tried to protest, Lalo immediately interrupted you.

"Ignacio, take Y/N up to our room, we'll tell them everything after," his voice turned cold, "Give me five minutes."

Ignacio went to pull you into a hug but you ripped yourself away again, "You can't hurt Gus, he saved me!"

"No, Y/N, please. I'll explain it all upstairs," Ignacio tried to reason with you.

"If I go upstairs I can't guarantee Gus' safety," You turned to look at Lalo, "If you hurt him I- I'll call the police."

The sound of a gun clicking made you freeze. You didn't have to turn to know it was pointed at you.

"We can't have you doing that," Bolsa spoke, bringing the gun a little closer to your head.

Lalo turned to point his gun at Bolsa, "Don't."

"You cannot let them go to the police, if they so much as touch a phone I will shoot. We have a lot more to protect here than your marriage, Lalo. You know my job!"

"Fine! I'll go upstairs," You turned on your heel & walked right past Ignacio, who walked behind you to keep you safe.

As soon as you got upstairs you made a beeline for your room & locked yourself in before Ignacio could reach you. To say you were scared was a terrible understatement. You didn't know what was going on & all you could convince yourself was true was that you weren't making it out of here alive. Ignacio didn't try to fight you, if anyone in this godforsaken world could understand how you were feeling right now it was him. He rested his back against the door & slid to the floor with a thud, letting his head rest in his hands. There was a long period of silence.

"Àngel, I-" Another pause made your heart race, "I wish I knew what to say. I understand that this is... terrifying. We didn't want you to find out this way. Ugh, that doesn't change anything. We didn't want you to get hurt."

You didn't respond, you were genuinely afraid your husband was waiting for a chance to kill you.

"We thought keeping everything from you would keep you safe. All it did was make you an easy target. I want to tell you everything. I'll do it from behind this door if I have to but please, just tell me if you want to hear it."

You hesitated for a moment before standing up from your spot on the bed & moving to sit against the door. Your mind wouldn't let you admit it but being close to Ignacio again calmed you a bit.

You held your knees close to your chest, "Tell me everything."

A/N: So.... Part 3? :)))))

[twosroos]

all grown up [ch. 13 finale]

roos says ! cries bc i don't wanna finish this main sector of the series but smiles bc i know im writing one shots of it LMAOOO anyway thank u all for the wild ride that has been this series :(!!! if you enjoyed it please keep an eye on my page for more writing, I'm gonna be writing a lot more in the few weeks I'm home before school starts up again lol

desc ! the night before bob leaves feels a little bitter sweet, but you know that no matter what, you'll be seeing him again.

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, jake "hangman" seresin

tws: mentions of violence, alcohol, cursing, and I think that's it?

ao3 link ! last chapter ! [links will be updated my tumblr is currently dying]

By the time you make it back outside, Jake’s standing by your mom as dinner is plated out. Bob plants a soft kiss on your lips before slipping into the crowd and waving hello to a friend while he scoops up Molly in his arms. You laugh softly, turning to go grab a drink when Jake presses a hand to your shoulder.

“Can I steal you for a moment?” He whispers and you nod, letting him pull you off to the side, behind the bar. He immediately asks, "did anyone find a ring while cleaning up the barn?"

"A ring? Yeah, we gave it to my mom." You say and Jake grabs your shoulders, gentle but firm as he turns you to look at him fully, his green eyes staring into yours deeply.

"Listen to me before you freak out, okay?" Jake says softly, glancing from side to side before he speaks again, "Mike came here with the plan of trying to get you to marry him. He said if you said no, he'd find a way to get you."

You scoff, though the idea of Mike trying to get to you makes your chest tighten and heart pound, "Why would he think I'd say yes? He's an idiot."

"I don't know, Rhinestone, but listen, okay? I want you to come to California with us." Jake almost bites his lips, as if expecting you to explode, but you just blink at him.

"Wait, what?"

"You need to come with us, I already talked to your mom and she said it was okay, and I can get you on our plane--" Jake's eyes a wider than usual, clear panic in his tone, but for some reason, you don't seem to pick up on it.

"Jake, wait, I can't go. I have to train for the Open." You laugh under your breath, a weird sort of self-soothing feeling clouding your thoughts for a second before you shake it away to think instead of ignoring what was going on, "I have to train my students, and I'd have to talk to my boss. Jake, I can't just go now."

"But Mike--" Jake urges and your chest tightens, fear taking hold as you start to subconsciously realize just what Jake's saying. Mike wants to come and get you. To hurt you, or something along those lines. But you also have things here you need to do, the Open is something you've been dreaming of doing, and how are you supposed to do all that without your horse?

"I'll get a gun, or something, I'll do what I have to but I can't come with you guys. I have shit to do here, I have a life here!" You shout, as the cloud of  glaring at Jake, "I'll figure it out, but I'm not leaving."

"No! Rhinestone-!"

"Why are you two yelling over here?" Bob asks, a drink in hand as he passes one to you, "Is everything okay?"

"It's fine, Rob." You sigh waving a hand at him while you go and take a swig of your drink. It's just the drink you would've made yourself, and you wonder how he knows it. Jake scoffs immediately after you speak, waving a hand in shock, though making sure to keep his movement away from you.

"No! We aren't sweeping this under the rug are you crazy?" He snaps and you huff, knowing you're kinda acting immature and downplaying it, but they leave tomorrow, and who are you to worry them?

"We are," You take a long swig of your drink, "Because I'm not coming to California."

"Woah Woah Woah, can we slow down?" Bob holds a hand out, "Why is she coming to Cali?"

Jake crosses his arms, staring you down with a tinge of annoyance in his gaze, "Because Mile's a fucking lunatic. And I don't trust him to not drive his ass back here and hurt her."

"I have to train for the Open!" You groan, bringing a hand to your head, "Mike’s a lunatic for thinking he was even gonna get me to marry his ass! I'm not fucking arguing this right now with you. Let's just enjoy the party, and deal with it tomorrow before you leave."

“He wanted to marry you?” Bob whispers, “What..? But he’d put his hands on you like that?”

"I don't know, I don't think Mike has a single thought in his head." you sigh softly, "But, I promise you that nothing will happen. I'll stay home through the open, maybe move back into my Mom's house or something? I'll get a gun, I'll do what I need to."

"Are you sure you'll be fine?" Jake asks and Bob turns, nodding his head at Jake and then to you and blinking softly. You sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll figure it out, and I'm sure my family and Robby's family will help me out as much as needed. They hate Mike more than I do."

"I trust them, and I trust you." Bob murmurs, gently crossing his arms, "I'm gonna be honest, Darlin', I'd feel better if you came with us... but I understand needin' to stay back for the open. I just don't want something to happen."

"I know, Robby. Look, the Open's in a month. I'll train and as soon as I'm done I'll come right to California. I'll talk to my parents about Genevieve, and I'll just... I don't know, keep tabs on him as best I can, okay?" You move to hug him, placing your head right under his collarbone. He doesn't hesitate to plant a kiss on your hairline and wrap you tightly in his arms.

"You call me at the first sign of trouble, you hear me?" He whispers, "Please."

"I will. I promise." You murmur and Bob leans forward to gently press his lips to yours, molding in perfectly.

"You're gonna be the death of me, Floyd." You murmur when the kiss pulls back, but something shifting behind you makes you remember the fact that Jake’s only a few feet from you. You blink, noticing the way his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Jake?”

"You’re fucking?” He gapes and before you go to sputter out a shush to him he groans and dramatically sloshes his drink, “I owe Phoenix a hundred dollars! Fuck!”

“Never bet with me, Bags!” Phoenix calls from a distance, and then all the pilots realize what was entailed by those two conversations and start whistling.

Bob realizes before you do.

“Oh my fucking god! you had a bet we were gonna get together?!” He groans and you nearly spit out your drink at the realization.

“Are we like a thing?”

“We’ve had sex twice, and all the other shit, so yeah, I think so?” 

Jake laughs, head tossed back against the bar and you groan as you bury your head in Bob's shoulder. He laughs softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame and kissing your head again. Across the way, Bob catches Asher's eye and the latter gives him a small nod, almost like approval. Bob nods back a promise to keep you safe, completely unspokenly fixing the fear in your brother's heart.

--

Majority of those not sleeping over that night part by eleven, the rest splitting off around one. The daggers, plus you, decide that you're gonna end up being up at four in the morning anyway, so what would three more hours of awakeness hurt? You all end up in the pool, the 'elders' lounging in the shallow end while the rest of you idly float around the deep end and roughhouse a bit every few minutes. Eventually, people start to break off to shower and pack to leave for the night, and Bob's one of the first claiming he's got a lot of things to do. The group, at first, keeps him in the pool with drinks and conversation until he finally manages to get out.

Though, you snag him for one last kiss before he goes and then float idly along the pool walls as Tom Petty fades out on the radio as Bob walks down the trail to your house.

"You," Jake sneers, "Motherfucking bitch. You didn't tell me you were dating?!"

People started laughing, Fanboy laughing so hard he had to put his head down on the side of the pool and calm himself down. The rest of the pilots laughed along, and you chuckled as you rolled your eyes and downed the rest of your drink.

"I don't think we're like, super serious," You said, "But I think that'll change when I get to California." 

"Oh, when will you be joining us in good ol' Fightertown, Rhinestone?" Rooster calls, kicking the wall so his float drifted over to you and Jake's floats. Phoenix kicked him back, giggling when he groaned, as Halo fist-bumped her as she sat next to Phoenix on the side of the pool.

"Well, The Open is three days before Bob's birthday. I'll probably fly down after driving back from Virginia with Fuego." You hum, drumming your fingers along the side of the pool and blinking up at the stars, "Maybe I'll surprise him for his birthday."

"Oh!" Fanboy perks up, "Oh! We are so surprising him for his birthday, Coyote and Halo, you're helping me plan this, right?"

"Oh hell yeah." Halo raises her drink, "as long as Coyote lets me actually plan this time."

The two immediately start to argue and you laugh, turning your head to Jake who shrugs at them and splashes water their way, and the squawk Coyote lets out makes everyone laugh aloud. A few people leave the pool around this time, and 

"Thanks for showing us a different side of Bob," Fanboy calls as he hops into the pool behind Jake and you shrugged.

"That's the Bob I know." 

“You’ll see the Bob we know if you get on base,” Fanboy says, idly floating back over and swatting a mosquito away idly. And after about an hour, you're turning off the lights in the outdoor pool area before making your way to your small house in the back of the property. Making your way inside, and climbing up your temporary ladder, you see Bob finishing up packing in grey sweats and no shirt.

"A sight for sore eyes." You chime, giggling to yourself as you walked over to your dresser and picked out an oversized shirt and a pair of tiny shorts to sleep in. As usual.

"As are you." He hums, coming up behind you and planting a soft kiss on your jaw as he rocks you from side to side in the dim light of your small cozy bedroom, "I love you."

"Never stop saying that." You sigh, "I love you too, Robby. I love you so much, thank you for loving me, and trusting me."

"Thank you for giving me another chance, darlin'." He chuckles his response, watching as you turn around and press your hands to his chest as you smile at him and the feeling of his arms tight around your back.

"I dunno if you would've given me another choice, you were real willin' to give it all for me." You tease, and despite your smile, Bob's face hardens just a bit. It wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but you or his mom, but it makes you falter.

"If you told me no sternly, I'd walked away." He hums, bringing one hand up to cup your face, "I'm not Mike, and I'm not gonna let anyone love you as he did. No one is ever gonna put their hands on you like that again, darlin'."

You pause, blinking back the tears in your eyes before pulling him into a soft kiss. He blinks into it, then sighs softly as you slowly pull back, "You're the only man I wanna love."

"Good." He squeezes your hips, then teasingly pops the side of his hand against your butt with a chuckle, "cause I don't want anyone else to have you."

"Now, lemme shower and do all my bedtime things before we can lay down." You smile and he nods, peppering a few kisses across your cheeks before you slip into the attached bathroom and do what you need to do. When you get back into your bedroom, Bob's laying down and texting on his phone. He perks up when you lay down beside him and bury yourself in the blankets as the fan rolls air across your room.

"How much longer until you leave?" You ask, nudging your face against his shoulder and blinking up at him. He smiles, kissing your hairline as he plops his phone down and watches you look up at him.

"Two hours." He rubs your arm, turning and kissing your head again, "I don't wanna leave you."

You sigh, "I know, honey. But hey, it won't be too long until I see you again. I'll be in California sometime after The Open, and we can just... live. No Mike, no stupid siblings, just us. And the Navy I guess."

"And the Navy." He laughs softly, letting you roll so you're practically on top of him. His arms wrap tightly around you and he peppers kisses along your skin. You lay there, letting him just gently kiss your skin and murmur compliments along your skin. Trying your hardest to not fall asleep, you blink slowly and grunt with agitation when you realize you can't stay awake as well as you want to.

"Go to sleep, alright? I'll wake you up before I leave." He murmurs, "I have a gift for you anyways, and I wanna say goodbye."

And despite you saying you won't, Bob watches as your eyes slip shut and your cheek smushes against his chest and he smiles as he adjusts the both of you until you're comfortable and then idly scrolls on his phone to pass the time. The sounds of the fan idly vibrating as it runs and your soft snores being his only company.

When his alarm to get ready to leave goes off, he shakes your shoulder softly. After a few grunts and complaints from you, he manages to get you to blearily wake up with the promise of his aforementioned gift. You rub your eyes and lazily sit up and yawn slowly as he pops his bag down and rustles through it before handing you something small and metal. The cold, rough feeling against your hands makes your eyes widen as you look at your hands.

"Dogtags?" you ask and Bob nods, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, and shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he takes the chain and unclasps it before lifting the tags up.

"I want you to have something to remember me by, Y/n... they accidentally gave me a second pair of dog tags during boot camp and I had to just live with it. I guess I was meant to give these to you, and..." He clips the chain on your neck and settles the dog tags between your collarbones. You blink up at him, trying to not burst into tears as you watch Bob's eyebrows lift up in an upset look. 

"Robby..?"

"No matter what happens to us I want you to have these because I love you more than I love breathing. I love you more than this job, my friends, or my entire livelihood. And I need you to have this because this.." he taps the metal, "This is me. And if you have it, I'm with you just like you're with me in the jet as that old ass photo."

"You have your own, right? In case something happens..?" You whisper and he nods, gently bringing his hands to your face and kissing your lips so softly, so tenderly that you wish you could hold him there forever.

"I love you." He whispers, "You hung the stars for me, and if you asked I'd lay down everything I know for you."

"That's a bit excessive." You tease, kissing him once more and his laugh makes your heart light up because who knew that you'd have this only a few days ago?

"Maybe." He shrugs with a dopey, half-awake smile, "but that's love."

"That's love." You agree, and when Jake comes to get Bob a few minutes later, he doesn't comment on the dog tags. None of the pilots do when you wish them all goodbye.

And you look into flights from Georgia to California and buy some silicone silencers after practice one day because god those things fucking click like mad. And Bob calls you every night, and sometimes the other pilots are there and when you miss him, all you have to do is put your hand over your chest where the dog tags are and everything feels alright again.

[itsohh]

A Strong Defence

A/N: Female reader, Zofia is a pretty intresting one cause I feel like shes a complex person when it comes to her feelings and what not so this was really intresting for me to try get into her vibe and write for her. Shes normally married but for this her husband is out of the picture. Dead, divorced, pick your poison.

Word count: 2639  

Warnings: NSFT, Smut

AO3

You were an amazing shot. One of the best really. Quick in reaction with no hesitation, guns with no recoil were your go-to. You didn't need a lot of bullets if your bullets hit true. The BOSG in your hands was a comfort you had clicked the instance you first picked up the gun. Not standard for your country it wasn't until you had trained with Chul Kyung that you were able to experience it for the first time. Adopting it into your everyday usage came with ease and was your go-to when you were in closer-range fights and not set up as a sniper.

There was, of course, a downside of your talents with the gun, your close-range combat was as Seamus had said 'fucking shite.' It was terrible. Of course, it was far better than most people and any other regular soldier but compared to the rest of Rainbow? Not great. Being in Ghosteyes, Taina had made it both her personal responsibility and pet project to improve your hand-to-hand combat. "When you're so far away, the only person you can rely on is yourself. We won't get there in time." Always the advocate for working with a team, she knew the harsh realities of your position

It was the days of the week that you both silently dreaded but looked forward to. Each time you held out just a little bit more but each day was a day of Taina flattening you against the ground. It was always scheduled for the afternoon so you would have time to lick your wounds without having other training afterwards. Today was one of those days.

At the cafeteria table, you sat, the room was rather empty, quiet. You sat with some of the SAS operatives, Mike and Mark while Timur had joined the group of you. A decent amount of operatives were still running through training simulations and would get lunch later in the day. "Honestly I had no idea he was there but just as I was about to go through the door I saw that tiny little red dot on the frame."

"Rookie mistake." Mike hummed out listening to your story.

"Low and behold, Masaru was pretty surprised when I swung the corner and got him right between the eyes." You leaned back in the chair. "So that's why Masaru was giving me the cold shoulder earlier." The group of you were interrupted when Taina approached the table, she had that determined look on her face but you could tell her focus was on something else.

"Hey Cav what's up?"

"I have stuff I need to do later in the day so Zofias is going to be taking over training you today." Zofia?  Taina must have seen the blood drain from your face at the notion as she gave you a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, she doesn't hit quite as hard as I do." A small white lie. She pushed off the table with a grin and you silently sunk down in your chair.

"Don't get along with Zofia?" Timur asked. The answer to that question was quite the opposite. You got along with Zofia well, really well. A little too well.

"I do, Zofia is a good mentor." You looked down as you cleared your throat. Mike was the one to pick up on the obvious uncomfortableness that had settled over you and he was quick to piece it together. He had, of course, seen it many times before.

"Just keep your head in the game, kid, and you will get through it." The term used affectionately had you nod at his words before you wiped your face. You could do this, it would only be for an hour, maybe two max.

-

When you got to the training room you weren't very surprised to set it clear. Zofia is the only exception. It was hardly ever that anyone would be there for your training sessions with Taina, so late in the day many operators would be looking towards dinner or settling down for the night. When you first stepped into the room, she didn't notice you right away which allowed you to size her up. Zofia didn't wear much compared to her usual combat uniform. Her hair was done up in a bun, tight and secured to her head, not a single strand was out of place.

She wore a pair of black shorts and a slim-fit shirt. There was her bottle at the edge of the ring while she stretched. "Hey, sorry Taina dumped this on you today with little notice." You made your presence known and approached her.

"Nonsense, every fight helps us learn. This experience will help me as well as you." She had an intense look in her eyes that made you sweat just a little. "Stretch up and then I will see what I am working with." You placed your bottle on the side of the ring and as you got up she stuck her hand out. Your eyes peered up at her as you took it, pulling you up with ease. Her touch seared into your skin, firey hot contact that had you swallow your throat.

Zofia noticed this, of course, most operatives could notice the small reactions in people. Yet your secret was safe for the meantime- most people were intimidated by her and she wanted to see how it affected your fight. Not knowing how incorrect her assumption had been.

Your stretches took a little longer than usual, you dragged it out slightly longer than you normally would have, putting the situation off. There was no way you would be able to focus completely on combat, her presence was so strong, so demanding and had you feeling like a high school girl with a crush on a teacher. Which is, kinda what you had when you thought about it.

As you stood up she gave you a nod, one that you returned when you were ready. In a way, Zofia's style was somehow very similar to Taina's but rather different at the same time. Both were very aggressive, immediately on the offensive in their style of fighting. Taina seemed to be quicker on her feat in a manner that was almost dance-like whereas Zofia was harder in her punches, slower but hitting harder.

They were clean punches that had you on the defensive. Taina was quick to fight dirty- not in mat training or anything that could actually hurt you but she would speak up about how she would do it in the case of a real fight. Defence was something that you had started to excel at due to your training with Taina.

Zofia's fist came hard against you, causing you to either dodge or block with your arms. Right away you knew there would be decently sized bruised that covered your arms. A strand of her hair came loose and for a second- just a second your eyes watched it on the side of your face. A second was all Zofia needed for an opening. Her fist slammed into the side of your face. Pain immediately knocked you back into focus as you jumped back, a grunt leaving your mouth as you kept aware of your surroundings, careful not to block yourself into a corner.

She seemed to stop at that. Backing up as she rolled her shoulders. "Your defence isn't terrible but you lost focus. You need to take the offensive else your enemy will wear you down. Again."

She took stance one again. You tried to take her words to heart but it wasn't easy. Someone so aggressive in their attacks made it hard to go on the offensive yourself. Her right hook was blocked but she gave herself no opening. Yet it was now or nothing. Again her fist came flying towards you and you ducked under it. In a swift movement, you managed to catch her in the side. Finally, on the offensive, you forced her to a more defensive stand as you kicked at the back of her knee. Immediately she fell forward but she wouldn't go down without a fight. Zofia rolled with the action and quickly got back to her feet. Nothing held back, she caught you on the shoulder. Hard. It staggered you for a moment and used the opening.

Next thing you knew, pain spread across your back as you slammed against the ground. Not backing down you managed to clip her jaw as she pounced on you. Any victory was short-lived as she managed to pin you down moments later, a position that you had become rather used to.

The pair of you panted out and stared at each other. Her knee was between your legs, ankles over yours to prevent any lower body moments. Zofia's hands had a solid grip on your wrists, now pinned to the ground as she stared into your eyes. The strand of her hair had increased, now a bit messier as it hung down her face. Taina would have gotten off you by now, but she wasn't Taina.

Her lips parted as an indescribable look spread across her face. She adjusted herself just a tad but in doing so her knee pressed against you now. Unintentionally against your cunt. The sound that escaped your lips was mortifying. A small moan mixed with a gasp that had her brows raise just a tad. Your face became hot and you swallowed, embarrassment consuming you. Yet she didn't get off you. You wanted to apologise, to say something, anything. But words didn't come to you as you lay there, lips dry.

Your head spun as your thoughts raced. No way would she feel the same way you felt about her, her being your fellow operative, a mentor, a- her knee pressed a little harder against you. It was in a way that had to be intentional. Lifting it up slightly, she started to rub it against your core while she examined you, gauging your reaction. Through the thin fabric of your leggings, you could feel the strong pressure against you. Her knee slipped up a bit, slightly off the ground. "Unhh." Your eyes fluttered closed as the moan escaped your lips. At the realisation of the sound, loud and clear, echoing through the room, you knew that there was no way to hide your obvious reaction to her.

Your wrist pulled at her grip, wanting to hide, wanting to cover your mouth but her grip only seemed to tighten at your movement. The biggest thing was- that the unreadable look on her face hadn't changed at all. Completely expressionless. Was she angry? Was she treating you? You didn't know. It was impossible to know what was going through Zofia's head at that moment.

Zofia leaned in closer, her eyes still open as she neared. She took advantage of your parted lips and hers were suddenly on yours. Slow and unsure, her eyes closed while her grip loosened around your wrists. Yet when you started to kiss back, because how could you not, it tightened painfully hard. Not that you particularly cared. She seemed to gain confidence as the kiss continued, her knee pushed down on the ground again firmly against your core.

So soft were her lips, so gentle was the rest of her was so hard. Her tongue swiped against your lips causing you to grant her entry. Subconsciously you started to rock your hip, grinding yourself against her knee while your tongue danced with hers. A hum vibrated against your mouth, the first sound she had made in a while. One hand finally let go of your wrist, would it be bruised later? A piece of you hoped so, so you had some evidence of what happened. That her lips were really against yours.

Her touch snaked under your shirt, just on your ribs under your breast. The touch was firey hot and it ignited inside of you. Your fingers found the touch of her face, palm on her cheek and you swore she leaned into it. When she finally pulled back her lips were slightly swollen, a wet shine to them and you stopped your shameless grinding, well aware that your arousal had probably gone through your leggings and possibly on your knee. "Zofia…" Whispered out like a prayer she finally spoke up at the sound of her name.

"Do you want this?" A whisper, it had surprised you. Her words finally cracked and made you realise she was in the same boat as you were. She needed to make sure that you wanted it as much as you did, she wanted this, wanted you. It was obvious in her eyes, scared of rejection each movement of hers was carefully planned out. You were a risk that she so desperately wanted the reward for.

"Please. God, fuck, Zofia please." At the words that came from your mouth, she pressed her lips against yours again. Blood rushed in your ear and you could physically feel the way your heart raced at the contact.

The pin was undone, the pressure on your ankles shifted to the side and her left hand on your wrist was removed. She placed that arm against the ground, using it as support to keep her up and close to you. With your new-found freedom, you wrapped your arm around her waist a piece of you terrified that the moment would end, that she would fade away as if she had never existed.

Her knee started to purposely grind against you. Her right hand on your ribs drifted down before it found purchase on the side of your thigh. Zofia pulled it sharp against her giving her a slight angle to your clothed cunt so that it was more her thigh pressed to it. With your leg wrapped around her, all sounds you made were swallowed into her lips while your grind against her. There was something to it all, something so dirty about the situation. Grinding against the older woman in such a public area where anyone could walk in without notice and you hoped to god that the pair of you were in a blind spot of the cameras or hoped that no one could see the extent of her actions.

Excitement controlled your actions as you rubbed yourself on her thigh, friction through your leggings and on your cunt. Zofia's lips parted from yours, and she immediately started to kiss her way down to your throat. The breathy pants and moans that escaped your lips were music to her ears as you rocked against her chasing that tightness that had.  Stayed to form inside of you. The hand on her face buried itself in the back of her hair, holding onto her for dear life. "Please Zofia."

"You have me." She whispered against your skin in a vulnerability that you hadn't expected from her. A kiss against your throat, against the under of your chin, as you speed up your actions. Your grip on her tightened and her lips swallowed your moans as you came, her lips overwhelming and intoxicating as you came against her thigh. Your thoughts clenched closed against her and a shiver rippled throughout your body.

When you came done from your high she pulled back away from you, staring into your eyes that soon found hers. "This is why you lost focus. We will work on this." Her voice surprised but also slightly confused you as she got off you, tearing herself from your body. "Come to my dorm room in twenty minutes. We aren't finished here but this is not the location to continue." She stood up, leaving you on your back, blinking as you registered what just happened. Her voice commanded you as she started to leave. "Don't be late."

[sleepyowlwrites]

FTWT CCCLXXXI

slowly but surely I WILL get through my hoard of tag games. words this time from @artdecosupernova-writing

this is once again a fanfic edition, but that's what I have the spoons to write these days and the doc is open.

jealous (reckless endearment - fandom: top gun)

“Huh.” He doesn’t have much to say to that. Maverick went ahead and adopted a whole other kid while he was off having a decade long temper tantrum. Bradley doesn’t know how he feels about that. Maybe he’s kind of upset. Maybe he’s jealous. Maybe he’s glad Maverick had somebody with him all these years so he wasn’t entirely alone. It’s complicated, and he’s too tired to feel such a mix of emotions.

angry (the name was: family - fandom: the 100)

"It's a very noticeable limp," Sage said finally, forcing the words out. Maturity was harder with people who matched it for some reason. "Everybody thinks I could fall over at any moment."

"You could," Bellamy commented, without spite.

"Obviously, yes." Sage acknowledged it while staring at the sky. "But I can stand and I can walk and I can't just sit around doing nothing."

"You haven't been," Bellamy said.

"Obviously, yes," Sage repeated, glancing at him irritably. He actually smiled for half a second, and Sage couldn't really be angry with him.

happy (blood ties - fandom: the untamed)

“Senior Lin!” His voice was perhaps a trifle loud, but he was happy to see her and hurried over to sit on the other side of the table. “I missed you too,” he said in a quieter tone, smiling across at her.

“Well, now that we’re all together, maybe someone could explain the situation that we’re facing. I hope it’s better than, Sizhui, there’s a situation at Koi Tower and I could use your help. Please bring Jingyi and Wei Wuxian if he’s around. Sect Leader Jin Rulan.”

Jin Ling gave Senior Wei half of a withering glance before plopping down on a seat. “You memorized my letter?”

“Considering it’s length, that wasn’t hard to do,” Senior Wei said mildly.

sad (forest secrets - fandom: power rangers samurai)

The walk back to the entrance was short, supporting Antonio’s argument for them going around in circles at first. Thalia’s hand dragged along the trees they passed like she was saying hello and goodbye at the same time. Mike had so many questions that he couldn’t think of them all at once. He kept his mouth shut and Emily didn’t say anything else either.

“Here.” Thalia stopped in between two large trees. “Get home safely,” she said as they filed through. Mike wanted to put a hand on her shoulder or something to make her stop looking so sad, but he didn’t want to startle her again, so he did nothing, just nodded at her gratefully, hoping that she got his meaning.

When they’d all gone through, each of them glancing back and shaking their heads when they couldn’t see Thalia anymore, they stopped to regroup.

“We can’t just leave her there,” Emily said, distraught. “She’s all alone!”

confused (untitled - fandom: once piece live action)

Ussop was still confused as to how he landed in this position. He followed Mari’s every direction because he was used to taking orders, and because he didn’t know what else he could do. The whole rest of the crew was still unconscious, and honestly, he could feel himself flagging. Mari had said he still needed a second dose, and he could tell.

The two gang members - because yes, Ussop was at least that observant - had complied with Mari’s wishes without much argumens, even giving her fond smiles when she wasn’t looking. It was very curious but Ussop was feeling too drained to even think about asking. By the time they had gotten everybody onto the ship and laid out in hammocks, Ussop had dark spots dancing in front of his eyes.

dazed I don't like my options so SKIP! I will recommend Enhypen's Drunk-Dazed for you to listen to - and you should watch the mv because it's great for spooky season.

except, explain, excite, exit. BONUS: caterpillar, loop. one penny's worth of pressure tags for @strangerays @papercutsunset @italiangothicwriteblr @winterandwords @toboldlywrite @flowerprose OR ANYBODY

[thetruearchmagos]

The Commonwealth Calls

An Excerpt: Woodland Greens

This was... interesting, to write! I've been hoping to do something for one of my first and favourite OCs for a while, though this isn't quite as "good" as I would've liked? Whatever it is like to me, I'd love to hear what you all think of it!

Tagging @lividdreamz @dogmomwrites @marinesocks @sanguine-arena @athenswrites @ceph-the-ghost-writer @theprissythumbelina @thatndginger @jamieanovels @the-stray-storyteller @muddshadow

The night was cold, and the forest ate the noise until it was as quiet as a tomb.

Lieutenant Gustav Johann Schmidt could hear his heart pound in his chest, the leaves crunching under his boots with each slow step across the foliage. He was sweating despite the chill, and could feel it seeping through his facepaint. Creeping low through the woods with his rifle at his shoulder, looking to either side through low-light goggles he could almost make out the green-tinted apparitions that made up the soldiers of his 1st Platoon, all moving with similar silence. They had been moving through the woods for about ten minutes, an agonising exercise in sheer self control, but one for which the reward was his highest calling. Victory.

Just a little further left to go, and shooting forwards Gustav flattened himself to the ground behind a low ditch, then scrambled up to see across the other side. There was the prize, the dark silhouttes of boxy armoured vehicles and concealed fighting holes that sat atop a wooded rise looking over an otherwise flat and open plain. There was a fidget every now and then, just enough movement to tell him that someone was waiting.

"Evenin' Sir, catching a good look?"

The sudden bassy voice appeared from the same empty void as its speaker, and even now the young Lieutenant couldn't quite get his head around Staff Sergeant Mandla Amadi's sheer capacity to sneak around his sizeable frame like a soft pawed kitten. The Platoon Sergeant pulled out a pair of optics, and Gustav did the same, both careful not to smudge the thin, matte coating on their lenses lest a sudden shine of the moonlight give away the game.

"Right, I call it three heavy vic's with twenty-mike guns, and about enough trench space for a dozen."

"So, just like the brief said, for once. Stick to the plan, Sarge?"

He smiled, and nodded.

"Aye sir, I'd say we'll do just fine. Poor buggers."

Gustav reached to his chest, switching on the communications rig and bringing it to his face. Mandla slipped back into the woods to tell the troops the good news in person, while across another ridge three kilometres east Sergeant Tamiko Miho switched on her vehicle's mounted comm set, buttoned up in one of the platoon's four Hoplite armoured transports.

"LOCAL, this is LEAD, Clear."

Checking her watch, she realised they were running a bit late, but that was to be expected. After popping out her hatch to sweep a look around, she replied.

"Clear On, LEAD. How's things over there?"

"Good, far as we know we're still undetected. Plan's unchanged, pick your targets and get ready to spit lead, and tell the mortars to shoot fast, Clear."

"Clear On, Sir. Have fun out there."

Flicking off the rig, Gustav then checked his watch. A slightly pricey piece from Artifi-Cal he'd bought when he received his commission, despite its luxury it did the job well enough. The time was 2315, and they were ready to move. He turned the frequency to the platoon-wide net, then gave the word.

"Red Trail."

An instant later, the forest roared to a furious life. To his right, Gustav knew one of his sections was pouring in machine gun fire, while even from this distance he could hear the heavy chugging of four twenty-five millimetre autocannons, and the deep bass of mortar fire. The defenders must have heard it too, and the hill was soon alive with movement and firing; all facing east, not into the woods.

One final signal left, courtesy of the Staff Sergeant:

THWEEEE

A brass whistle was a bit of an anachronism in the modern Army, but it served its purpose as well as it surely did a century ago. His remaing two sections surged from the tree line, joined by their commander as they made the mad fifty-metre dash across the open field. We've caught them with their pants down, Gustav thought to himself, with no small relish.

Time seemed to crawl as he ran, and it was as if he was seeing a film. To the left, his closest section had already reached the hillside, lobbing grenades and firing up the slope to cover the advance. The Hoplites had ceased firing when the boots had gotten close, but the heaving of mortars still carriedover the ---

The last thing he heard was a shrill whistle, coming from they sky and growing ever louder.

Then, nothing.

------

This kid's one seriously unlucky sonuvabitch----

As far as first words to hear after being knocked out went, Gustav thought through the haze of his mind, those weren't great.

Then, he finally thought to take a look around. He was in a room with sickly yellow wall-paper and harsh lighting, surrounded by people with concerningly wide smiles and red bands around their arms. Going from until now limited experience, Gustav deduced he was currently in the battalion medical post. Damn.

"Hardly, Doc! He's still alive, ain't he? Ah, and here he is now."

It seemed that someone had seenhim stir, and as Gustav struggled to speak a familiar face came over to block out the light. Staff Sergeant Mandla, in all his sharply and smiling cut glory.

"Mornin', Sir! Good news, we won the match last night, 2nd Platoon's stil bloody seethin' at that. Damn shame about your head though, but frankly you got off light, right Doc?"

A second figure leaned over him, this being the perpetually bleary-eyed Captain Meera Pariyar, holding a misshapen lump of green-tipped metal, with the beginnings of fins at one tapered end. So that's what did it.

"Objectively, yes. Seemed to be a grazing hit, glanced off well enough. If it hit you straight on, we'd be scooping your grey matter out of your helmet and into a bucket."

For a man still recovering from blunt force head trauma, Gustav thought he was taking all in this rather well. He tried to stand up, but Capta Pariyar held him flat.

"Absolutely not, kid. Until I say so, you are staying put. Have fun, maybe thank whatever guardian angel it is you have who's got the power to alter the path of mortar shells."

[vampiresbloodx]

a/n: thanks to this ask from the lovely 🦐 anon I'm going insane and wanted to write a lil something for this <33

Trigger warnings: smut, dubcon/noncon, a little vanny/vanessa tease, vaginal fingering, tied up, top!Vanessa.

Vanessa hadn't come home yet.

You were starting to get worried, not that you already were in a panicked state before when you've called her at least 20 times and she hasn't answered any of your texts, that was what got you concerned.

You even tried to contact Mike and ask him if he's seen Vanessa or heard from her, he eventually answered with his usual sleepy voice, saying he hasn't seen her since she last came to freddy fazbears early this morning and then she left saying she needed to get back to you. Now.

What?

She needed to get back to you and yet she never made it home?

You couldn't help but think the worst.

You knew you she could handle herself, hell, she's a police officer, not that you very much liked her career choice, but at least you have some relief that she gets to carry a gun on her, have one in her car and even in your shared apartment if shit goes bad.

You knew you shouldn't panic.

Everything was gonna be okay.

But it was already 8am, she should be home by now, Mike finished at exactly 6am every night shift, Vanessa gets off at 4, sometimes earlier, she doesn't even need to go to freddys but for some reason she does anyways.

She says it's to look after Mike and his little sister abby, but for some strange reason you don't fully believe her.

And you've never doubted your girlfriend before.

Something was off.

And you needed to find out what and why.

Just as you were about to leave the house, grabbing your keys and phone, that was when the door opened, you turned your head in the direction of the noise and your heart skipped a beat, hoping to see a familiar blonde.

"Vanessa? Honey?" You called out, walking out of your bedroom as you followed her voice.

She seemed to be muttering something to herself, you couldn't quiet hear her properly, but when you saw her, you froze, confused.

"Vanessa?..."

Your girlfriend turned around to face you, and something felt... definitely off.

"You're finally home! I've missed you" you smiled, stepping closer to her.

She stood there, not speaking as she watched you.

Almost observing you.

"You must be tired, Vanessa, we should get to bed, yeah?-" your hand reaches up to caress her cheek, but then your wrist was grabbed.

Her grip tightened on you even harder, making you hiss.

"Nessy, stop, that hurts" you tried to pull away from her, but weirdly you couldn't as her strength overpowered yours.

"My name isn't Vanessa."

She said, finally speaking up.

Even her voice sounded different.

And yet she still looked exactly like the woman you fell in love with.

"What?, Vanessa what are you saying?" You said.

Your girlfriend has always been soft towards you, never wanting to hurt you at all, even if you gave her consent to hurt you, she wouldn't. Shed loose it. She's never once laid a hand on you. Raised her voice at you.

Tonight, however, she was something else.

She had you pinned against the bed, somehow you had managed to get here as she grabbed you and forced you to the bedroom, you struggled against her grip, wanting to free yourself but there was no use, there was a apart of you screaming at you to run and hide, but there was also apart of you that wanted to see what happened next.

"Good girl" she whispered, biting at your earlobe, you were bare naked by now, lying on your back, your wrists tied together as she teased and played with your pussy that was undoubtedly dripping wet, you've never seen her like this before, and fuck did it turn you on. "She couldn't keep me from you forever" she chuckled darkly.

After a while of her having her way with you, she randomly passed out, on the bed, you tried to get her to wake up, to make sure she's okay, but you just decided it was best not to wake her, she looked like she was knocked out unconscious, all you did was have a shower, get changed and go back to sleep, with your girlfriend safe and sound right beside you.

At least you thought it was her.

The next morning, you wake up with a smile on your face, the sun shining through the little peek of the curtains that were slightly opened. That's when you heard it. The sniffling and soft crying. Immediately you sat up, looking at your girlfriend, her eyes were red, her face puffy from crying as she couldn't even meet your eyes.

"Nessy?" You whispered, your hand reaching out to touch her.

"No, no, don't touch me" She whimpered, covering her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I tried to stop her, I really did. But she wasn't listening to me like she'd usually would. Fuck. I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

She continued to cry, the sound breaking your heart.

"What's going on? Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked.

"I- I don't know how to tell you."

"It's okay, you know I'll always love you and never judge you with whatever you tell me."

Vanessa looked up at you, finally meeting your gaze, and for some reason you felt like this was your vanessa, not the person she was last night.

You smiled.

"Okay" She muttered, gathering herself. "Promise me you won't leave me or hate me."

"I promise."

[edgar-allan-possum]

Interesting. The animated credits do show the Predator ships arriving immediately after the final scene where Naru comes back to the village, but I will allow that that may have been an artistic choice rather than a literal portrayal of what happened.

The sticking point, for me, is the presence of the flintlock from Predator 2, which implies that the ships that arrive at the end belong to the same Lost Tribe from that movie. I know the comics have a completely different version of how they got that gun, but in a multi-media franchise like this, I tend to take the movies as the primary canon. Anyway, this is the same tribe that gave Mike Harrigan the aforementioned pistol as a sign of respect for him defeating the City Hunter, one of their own. So why would they not give the same respect to Naru, who defeated a Predator that wasn't a member of their tribe (and thus there wouldn't be a revenge angle)?

I'm not trying to argue or anything. I'm just interested. Also, coincidentally, my action figure of the Feral Predator fell off the shelf while I was writing this and now I have to look for his backpack and wrist blades.

I just rewatched Prey (good movie BTW), and it's unfortunately funny in kind of a sick way that after All That the animated credits just drop a bridge on Naru.

[kryptonitejelly]

Sparks Fly (Part 1) | Jake Seresin x Reader Top Gun: Maverick - Jake Seresin x Reader Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader Genre: romance; angst; fluff; slow burn; enemies to lovers Warnings: unwanted advances; general hangman being hangman; general cursing; tension; fem!reader; use of terms of endearment (i.e. darlin, sweetheart, etc); general naval / flying inaccuracies; general US government / department of justice / procedural / ethics and conflict of interest inaccuracies.

Length: Mini-series, chaptered - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Epilogue

Summary: You, an up and coming prosecutor who remembers Jake Seresin not-so-fondly from college, is assigned to investigate his case, a mission gone wrong. Tensions are high and trouble ensues; Jake gets called back to TOPGUN during this period; how will you both get through the 6 months and will you both come out unscathed? (Full summary here)

Sparks Fly | Mini-Series Masterlist / Jake Seresin Masterlist

Sparks Fly - Part 1

Approximately 6.8k words

A/N: I found it really hard to write this (idk why) and considered scrapping this mini series, but decided to bulldoze on with the first part and see how it goes. So any feedback is / will be very appreciated <3

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“Wolf, Viper, Flame.. NO.” Jake roars, as his eyes open with a start, body lurching from horizontal to a seated position. He is frantic, wide eyed, as the machines around him go into a frenzy, beeping at top speed. His features are manic, like a man crazed as an army of doctors, nurses, in scrubs run into his room at the commotion.

“Mr. Seresin, sir, you need to calm down, you are in the hospital.”

“The planes, they crashed, they… I need to save them.”

“Mr. Seresin, you are in the hospital.”

“The planes, my team.”

“Lieutenant Seresin, we need you to calm down.”

“You don’t understand, my team, they are out there, I need to get to them.”

“Lieutenant, you are the only one that came back alive.”

“Only one?” The panic in his voice dissipates, a sense of fear, loss, and hopelessness creeping in. It makes the nurse beside him throw him a sympathetic look before she glances to her colleagues gathered around his bed, their motions paused.

“I’m afraid so,” the commotion around him quiets, the beeping of the machines the only sound in the hospital room.

“They’re, they’re… dead?” His voice takes on a hoarseness as realisation seeps in.

“I’m sorry.”

Jake slumps back in the bed, his eyes haunted, hollow, hands falling by his side, fists unfurling as he throws his head back against the pillow, allowing his eyes to stare up at the ceiling, expression blank and unfeeling although his mind is spinning. Dead?

-

“Mike, you wanted to see me?” You ask as you step into the office of Michael Anderson, U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York, and also your boss.

“Got an assignment for you,” he beckons you in, while tossing a file, which he produces from the top drawer of his desk, onto the opposite side of his table. You slip into a chair, not picking up the manila folder, waiting instead for him to explain.

“Request from the DOD via the DOJ came in this morning,” he pauses to let his words sink in, and you nod in understanding at the acronym, Department of Defense; Department of Justice, “they want someone to help with an inquiry.”

“An inquiry?”

“An inquiry into an incident that happened with the Navy a while back. Mission gone wrong, three dead, only one made it back alive.” Mike summarises for you, picking out only the bare, but salient facts.

“Let me guess,” you say, finally picking up the folder in front of you, flicking open the cover, “suspected foul play because the only one that made it back alive was the mission leader, or the one that made it back was the one who gave the command that resulted in the deaths?” You ask, without missing a beat, you had previously consulted on similar cases, and it was usually the way they went; the factual pattern that set off alarm bells at the DOD level were typically similar.

“Right,” Mike hums, an indication that your guess was spot on, as he leans back in the chair, “except the Navy has already cleared the Aviator in question, but the DOD is requesting a second pair of eyes.” His response makes you look up from the file, gaze barely having scanned the first page, it was not unheard of, but rare for an inquiry to reach you after the subject had been cleared.

“Something wrong with this guy?”

“Has a reputation for not being team player, which he can’t seem to shake entirely.”

“Mhm. I’ll have Steph put in a request for the Navy inquiry and relevant transcripts, findings, interviews, the works, should be able to get you a written report with findings and a recommendation in a week or two tops,” you shut the file without looking further at the details, ready to take it with you as you depart. Apart from the fact that he had already been cleared once before, which proved mildly unusual, it didn’t seem all to different from the previous cases you had handled.

“They want you down there,” Mike interjects, going straight to the point and not bothering to mince his words, “for six months, shadowing the subject in question, and more generally, to observe and report on the practices of the base and squadron.”

Mike’s gaze holds yours steady, his composure neither cracking nor giving anything away; his trained years as a prosecutor behind him as he watches your face, waiting for tell tale signs of micro expressions as an indication of how you are feeling. You focus on keeping your expression unreadable, despite knowing that Mike sees right through you, observes the equal parts of confusion and irritation which are rising behind your eyes, noting the way your jaw is clenching.

“What about my ongoing cases?” you struggle to keep your tone smooth and even, “I have the market manipulation and insider tradi-”

“You can hand them off to Evans.”

“With all due respect, I’m not handing off of my biggest cases of the year to Evans.” You counter, feelings seeping through, your tone now clearly coloured by a good dose of irritation.

“This isn’t a choice, your name has been submitted and approved by the DOD and DOJ,” he pauses, watching you bristle in your seat, “they want you because of the previous experience you have from looking into those air force cases for them.”

“Mike,” you stare straight at him, not quite knowing what to say, his words washing over you, “it’s not fair,” your tone falters slightly, defeat seeping in.

“It’s good for your career kid,” his tone softens just slightly as he introduces the more familiar term of address into your conversation, “it’s not big and sexy like insider trading or market manipulation, but do this and you earn yourself the credit you want with the DOJ.”

You find yourself chewing down on the inside of your cheek, part in thought, and part to keep your composure from wobbling. As much as you wanted to believe Mike’s words, believed him in fact, because you had worked with him for years, and while the man was an absolute bull dog in the court room, lethal even, he took care of his people, which included you - it was hard, because the easiest way to rise in the ranks, was through the court of public approval and recognition, which as anyone knew, was to get your names on big, landmark cases, both of which the two cases you had been working on for the past one and a half years were.

“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” You say somewhat defeatedly to which Mike offers you a small smile while leaning his elbows on the table in front of him; he had recognised your acceptance.

“I wouldn’t set you up for failure.”

“When do I start?”

“You fly out day after tomorrow.”

-

“Can I offer you a glass of champagne?” The flight attendant stops by your seat, a tray with a single flute of champagne balanced on her palm, proffered slightly in your general direction.

“Please,” you nod, offering her a brief smile, and she extends the tray closer to you, allowing you to pick the flute off the tray, your fingers meeting cool glass, “thanks.”

“No problem,” you both exchange polite smiles as she moves away and back to the galley, ready to rustle up another glass of champagne for the next passenger.

You take a sip, the cool drink hitting your lips, tongue, sliding down your throat managing to both cool and burn simultaneously. Your phone vibrates, clattering across the wide arm rest of your seat, and you glance down to meet a familiar name flashing across the screen.

“Hey,” the voice of Nick, your boyfriend, crackles across the line, as you put the phone to your ear, “you on the plane?”

“Yeah, it’s still boarding,” you take another sip from the flute of champagne, phone still pressed to your ear, as you turn your head to look out of the window of the plan, towards a sea of blinking lights, green, orange and red, all flashing against the night.

“Hopefully you manage to get some sleep,” he says, and you hear the rustle of papers in the background.

You hum in response, before adding, “hopefully,” you pause, “are you still at work?” You ask, but knowing full well that he was.

“This deal is killing me,” Nick sighs, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get away to see you off, I’ll come down as soon as we get this closed.” You hear the slight tinge of guilt in his voice; something he had tried to make up for by swinging you an upgrade from the original ticket - coach, which you had been offered.

“It’s fine,” you place the glass of champagne down, and bite down on your bottom lip while sinking back down into the seat. You hear a faint background shuffling, and voices, before Nick speaks again.

“Hey, I got to go, text me when you land?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Text me,” you hear Nick’s voice ring over the phone again, clearly already distracted with whatever required his attention, before you are met with a dial tone. You drop your phone into your lap with a soft sigh, head leaning back against the seat rest, eyes fluttering close. You had been seeing Nick for three years at this point after being introduced by mutual friends who had deemed you both as too busy to meet other people. You had both hit it off upon your initial meeting, finding a respite in each other with your matching busy schedules, him in finance, and you with the DOJ. You had a similar enough scope at work to have enough to talk about, and a similar type of lifestyle - work led. Being with Nick, as you had found, worked for you; it was both easy and convenient - akin to having a fuss free, independent companion; someone to take to events, have breakfast, lunches and dinners with, someone to take to bed at night - whether it was to fuck or sleep. It made for a comfortable, non-demanding and easily maintainable relationship - exactly the type you could handle, and needed.

“Good evening ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking…” the announcement comes out over the passenger system, and you reach under the nook of the seat in front of you to pull out the folder from your open bag. Life had been manic since Mike had handed you the folder, packing, tying up your open cases, handing them over to the respective persons with instructions - it all hadn’t give you time to breathe, let alone flick open the case which you had been saddled with for the next six months. You turn the page, skimming the first, which told you nothing much, before your fingers flip to the second. Your gaze drops, from the top of the page, down to a black and white image printed on the top right - you take in the man staring straight back at you, a frown on. His jaw square, eyes piercing through your soul, despite it only being a printed image of him on paper. Your brain registers the recognition the instant his photo comes into view, but recognition hits like a truck the second your eyes flicker towards the printed name - Lieutenant Jake Seresin. You blink once, twice, hand coming up to rub your eyes, as if the words on paper would shift to rearrange themselves.

“Fuck,” you say, subconsciously, the single word falling from your lips, clearly and audibly.

“Everything alright?” The same air stewardess stops in mid step beside your seat, mild concern tinging her voice.

“Fine, thanks,” you say, somewhat meekly, forcing your lips into a weak smile. She smiles back, reassuringly, albeit seeming slightly unconvinced before walking away as your mind races back to college.

+++

“Fifty bucks if you manage to fuck her by the end of the night,” you overhear a voice, followed by a series of loud snickers ring out from the kitchen at the end of the hallway. The words are almost barely audible amidst the muffled thrum of music and voices coming from the hall behind you.

“Easiest fifty I’ll ever make,” you step forward, ears straining when you hear the familiar voice of Jake Seresin, the almost blonde with the piercing green eyes you had been talking to, canoodling with even, earlier.

“Fuckin’ Seresin,” an unfamiliar voice calls out, and the group in the kitchen erupts in a drunken cheer, “just imagine her pretty little face begging for more,” the final shout of a sentence earns a series of catcalls from the group as you feel humiliation prickle along the back of your neck, making your hairs stand.

You hear footsteps, indicating the group’s move to shuffle out, and you duck into the bathroom you had been looking for, locking the door behind you and pressing your back against the wooden surface, your chest heaving up and down in a mixture of shock, disappointment, anger and self-pity.

-

“Hey beautiful, where did you go?” You hear a voice in your ear, a hand slip itself to rest on the curve of your waist. You stiffen instantly, before taking a step forward and out of his grasp while whipping around to meet confused green eyes.

“Fuck off,” you snap, your voice and demeanour a stark contrast to that of a mere twenty minutes ago.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, what happened?” You see Jake’s hand move forward as he attempts to reach you again and you pull your arm close to your body, evading his reach.

“I said, fuck, off, Seresin,” you growl, squaring yourself to face him, “can’t understand english you Neanderthal?”

“Well what got your panties in a bunch?” He raises a brow, his tone surprised, but his hand making another attempt to reach forward for your arm.

“I said,” you twist your arm away just as his fingertips graze your skin, “fuck off,” you pause taking a step back “I’m serious.”

You see his brow furrow, and he tries to take a step forward again. Jake opens his mouth to speak at the same time, and you pull your hand back with the courage of being mildly inebriated from cheap beer and vodka swimming inside of you, winding your arm like a spring, before letting it fly forward to connect with the side of his jaw.

+++

You shake your head, emptying your mind free of the thoughts while staring back down at the picture on paper staring right back at you.

-

“You’re giving me a fucking babysitter?” Jake spits out in disbelief as his eyes meet those of the three men, Rear Admiral Jones, Vice Admiral Flanagan, and Admiral Cain sitting across from him, the width of the table in the long meeting room suddenly seeming further than it actually was.

“Not a babysitter, Lieutenant.”

“The Navy cleared me,” Jake pauses, putting force behind his next words, “I’m cleared.” His jaw clenches.

“Think of it as more of a shadow Lieutenant, someone to affirm our decision.”

“To make sure it sticks.”

“It’ll be beneficial for you in the long run if you intend to climb up the ranks Lieutenant, ensure that no one can drag anything out from your past to hinder you.”

Jake keeps his jaw clench, molars pressed together as if his life depended on it, while letting the words wash over him. Frankly, he saw their point, but it didn’t make what they were telling him any easier. The past few months since the failed mission had been a downright nightmare for him. His body had withstood the ejection, miraculously, resulting only in a series of superficial wounds which had long healed, but the same could not be said for his mind and reputation - the nightmares that he hadn’t told anyone about, which woke him up night after night in cold sweat, and while Jake understood and accepted the need for the constant rehashing of the mission and the events that had played out, together with the questioning by various officers and staff in the Navy, it didn’t hurt his heart and mind less, and certainly did no favours for his reputation among his peers, despite him having been cleared of wrongdoing - people talked, and people talked more about disasters.

“She’ll be shadowing you, and observing the practices of the Navy at large over the next 6 months,” Vice Admiral Flanagan takes Jake’s silence as an opportunity to speak , “both you and various others, ourselves included, will be expected to sit down with her for a series of interviews. The DOD expects our, and more notably, your full co-operation.”

“Just so we are clear, what do we mean by shadow?” Jake grits out, knowing already that he would not like the answer.

“Everything you do, she observes; everywhere you go, she goes; you get deployed, she deploys with you.”

“You’re pinning a liability on me,” Jake’s voice rises as he shoots up onto his feet, his boots slamming against the floor, the backs of his knees pushing the chair back, “deploys with me? If she even Navy trained? Air trained?”

“Arrangements have been made for her to undergo the necessary basic training during her time with us.”

“She’s not then,” Jake scoffs, shaking his head, a bitter bark of laughter falling from his lips, “this is some fucking bullshit.” He circles around the chair, intending to leave the room.

“Lieutenant, you have not been dismissed,” the voice of Vice Admiral Flanagan cuts through the air, causing Jake to freeze for a second, “your,” a pause, as he attempts to find the right word, “shadow, will be arriving shortly. We think it best you meet her upon her arrival.”

“And give up my last few minutes of freedom for the next six months?” Jake scoffs, “no thanks.” He picks the back of the chair up, slamming it angrily back and in under the table with a loud clash; it is bordering on insubordination and Jake knows, but he doesn’t care, couldn’t care, in the moment.

“Should I go out and come in five minutes later then?” A voice, female, cuts in, the tone sarcastic, but the words ringing clearly across the room and Jake looks up.

-

Your name, a single word, drops from Jake’s mouth, as you find green eyes locked onto yours, widening in genuine surprise as Jake’s jaw slackens. The brows of the three men behind raise similarly, but less so, in surprise at the familiarity from Jake’s mouth; they don’t however make any further mention or raise questions, not wanting to engage in the unfamiliar any further. You allow yourself to take all of him in, his hair, a brown so light that it is almost blonde, a square jaw, broad body, decked in the khaki’s of the Navy, a white undershirt peeking out, his chest candy proudly on display, showing the world that he is decorated, one of the best of his generation in fact - as you gathered from your perusal of his file. He is older than the last time you had seen him, whether in real life, or through a mutual college friend’s social media post, but he is still, undeniably, as devastatingly handsome as he had been in college.

“Lieutenant,” you say, firm, business like as you stand your ground, refusing to use his name, “shall I come back in five minutes? You sound like you need more time to adjust.” You say, raising a brow slightly, your tone dismissive, tinged with slight disapproval - by design - as you watch Jake’s eyes take their turn to flicker over you, heels, slacks, a top, a jacket draped over your shoulders, and a bag hanging from the crook of your arm - a reminder to everyone that you were here for business. You had left your larger bag outside with the reception to the main building; no point dragging it with you.

“That’s fine, come in, Lieutenant Seresin has adjusted,” the voice of Admiral Cain rings out, cool, imposing, and you see Jake stiffen back up, his shoulders squaring, chest puffing up and fists clenching, the Admiral’s words making it clear that adjusting was not an option, but rather an order. You step in, walking up to the table to stand beside Jake, both of you facing the three seated officers. You place your bag down on the table, making quick work of introducing yourself, first name, last, position, department and who you work for, pausing to allow them to take it all in. You hold the gaze of the three men, while feeling Jake’s gaze fixed on you from the side. It is a well rehearsed speech for you by now after spending a good time with the office of the U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York; something you have learnt to deliver with detachment and a lack of feeling, your tone robotic almost.

“I am instructed that everyone has been briefed on my role,” confirmation of nods in front of you makes you tip your head in return as you maintain the cool professionalism, rattling off a spiel you had used many times before, albeit in a different instance and scenario, “well with that out of the way, let me assure you gentlemen that I am here to assist, both the DOJ, the DOD and the Navy, with presenting the facts as they are. I’ll send around a schedule of interviews which will mainly target the subject, key per-.”

“The subject?” Your head turns to find Jake staring at you incredulously, “that’s what I have been reduced to? The subject”?” He scoffs, an almost snort punctuating the end of his sentence.

“Key personnel, and persons who may be deemed to have insight into the incident at hand,” you continue, picking up from where you left of, your gaze holding Jake’s as you speak, your own mind hyper aware of the little distance between both your faces, with the sides of your arms brushing as you stand side by side, facing the mixed panel of Admirals before you, and faces turned to each other. You turn your head back to face the three before you, suddenly conscious of how you can see the beginnings of stubble on Jake Seresin’s jaw, “I understand the Navy has it’s own schedule for me, so if you could have someone send that over, as well as,” you pause, knowing that your use of the terms would get Jake to bristle once again, “the subject’s schedule, we can mark this six month period as having begun.”

“Someone from my office will send you what you need shortly after this, and you can follow up by circulating your schedule to them,” Vice Admiral Flanagan speaks, to which you nod in thanks, “we’ve arranged for you to live in an apartment on base. It isn’t much, but we trust you will be comfortable.” He ends his sentence by sliding a set of keys across the table towards you.

“Lieutenant Seresin will show you there, he has the one beside you.”

“What?” You hear a growl from Jake, “isn’t Hammer in the apartment beside me?”

“We’ve shifted him,” is the response, short, to the point, which Jake receives, and you can almost feel the irritation and anger radiating off him; you were disrupting his life as he knew it.

-

The sound of your heels clicking against the smooth, polished floors, interspersed with the thud of Jake’s boots echos between you both as you stride out of the meeting room and down the hallway towards the door at the end.

“So,” Jake lets your name roll around his tongue before he picks up the conversation again, “Assistant U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York huh?” Jake starts, as you both walk forward. The shift in the corner of your eye tells you that he looks to you as he drops his words. You aren’t certain of his motive, if it was simply to make conversation, out of boredom, or a mind game. His tone is not unkind, mildly conversational but hiding notes of a strain.

You say nothing.

“Done many of these before?” Jake tries again. He was still irritated by the situation, of having to be babysat, shadowed, followed, observed like he was still guilty of something, but seeing a familiar face, no matter how tenuous your relationship in college was, gave him a glimmer of hope.

“Lieutenant,” you finally open your mouth to say, your tone business like, curt, only to be cut off by Jake. His body moves first before he speaks, side stepping out from beside you, blocking yours, you both standing chest to chest, Jake’s frame preventing you from moving forward,

“Are you really going to keep pretending you don’t know me?” Jake’s tone changes as he searches your eyes, blank, guarded, emotionless, not letting anything away. His irritation is now clear from his tone, and he steps forward, forcing you to take steps back until your back is pressed against the left wall that flanks the hallway.

“That fact is irrelevant Lieutenant,” you say simply, cooly, your eyes holding the greens that are boring into yours as your back connects with cement.

“We know each other from college,” Jake speaks, and you can’t help think about how you can smell the faint scent of shower gel, mint, coming from him. Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his chest as he takes another inch closer to you.

“We were in the same year,” you counter, “that doesn’t make us well acquainted.”

“I would argue we are in fact very well acquainted,” you see his brow quirk up, eyes flash, his mind, like yours, clearly racing back to college, where you had spent every single year, competing with each other for best in class, in year, even - tearing at each others throats, engaged in an unspoken, but widely known competition among your peers to be better than the other, to be the best. You had both ended up graduating with the same class of honours, the exact same GPA down to a T, and with him shipping off to the Navy, and you to law school, your competition had ended in a draw. Jake brings a hand up, his palm coming a flat rest against the wall behind you beside your head, the top half of his body leaning in so that his face is close enough to yours; it makes you clench a fist by your side, your toes curling in your heels, “wouldn’t you?”

There is a crackle of something close to electricity between you both and you let your gaze drop to Jake’s lips, momentarily, because of the distance or lack thereof.

“I wouldn’t,” you manage to get the words while pressing yourself even more back into the wall, despite there being no space else to sink further back into, “you’re in my space Lieutenant.”

“Like how you’ll be in mine for the next six months?” Jake doesn’t budge.

“I didn’t ask for this,” your voice snaps, demeanour breaking, “I would very much rather be anywhere but here,” a pause, before you add for good measure, “I have better things to do than to watch you for the DOD, Seresin.” The use of his last name, and not rank, makes you blink, once, twice, his eyes staring at your face, as if they were finally seeing you, and not just looking at you, after so many years. Jake opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again as you seem him struggle with his words, a type of distraught and helplessness that you cannot place, mixed into his features. It vanishes however, as fast as it had appeared, and he pushes himself off the wall, as you hear mild chatter approaching from the door which you both had come from. You scramble to push yourself back into a stand, as you click your way back into stride alongside Jake, both of you continuing your stride to the exit.

“If it wasn’t clear, I’m as unenthused about this as you are.”

“That much is clear,” you say, resisting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.” Jake drawls, managing to be somewhat condescending, and you grit your teeth.

“Leave me to do my job, and I’ll leave you to do yours.”

-

“Stairs only?” You stand at the foot of the flight of stairs in the apartment block, off the side of the base, your single suitcase beside you, handles of your handbag dangling from your fingertips.

“Stairs only.” Jake confirms from behind you, his arms crossed over his chest, expression clearly amused as he takes you in from behind, eyes darting between your heels and the full sized luggage beside you. He watches as your eyes do a similar dance, glancing from your suitcase to your shoes, and then to the flight of stairs.

“We are on the fourth floor?”

“That’s right darlin,” Jake says, his tone a tad too pleased, feet wide, waiting for you to ask for help. Your head snaps back to look at him with a glare, and you can feel the smugness rolling off him in waves.

You clear your throat, while maneuvering your suitcase to a side, before pushing the extended handle of your suitcase back in.

“Go on then,” you tilt your chin up towards the stairs, and it makes Jake glance towards your suitcase and back at you.

“Leaving that here?”

“I’ll get it up later,” you say dismissively, fully intending to shed your shoes, jacket, roll of your slacks and tie up your hair before coming back down to shift your bags up yourself. Ask Jake Seresin for help - over your dead body.

“If you say so, trouble,” Jake snorts, his nickname for you from college, not passing you without notice, before he takes the steps up. It wasn’t one that liked, something you were sure Jake had given to you entirely in spite, due to your competition of academic powerless making him have to work harder to get what he wanted, to be the best, to beat you.

“4B, this is you,” Jake points towards the door you both have stopped in front of, “need a tour?”

“I got it, thanks,” you say while pulling the keys you had received earlier from your pocket, before sliding it into the lock. You turn the keys and the door opens with a push and a click. You see Jake, from the corner of your eye, opening his mouth as if to speak, before closing it again with a shrug and turn of his heel as he heads towards his own door a few steps away.

“I’m sure you do trouble,” you hear Jake’s voice call out as you step into the apartment and close the door behind you with a thud before turning the lock. You turn to survey the landscape, it isn’t much, basic, a small two seater sofa, worn coffee table, an open kitchen with an island separating the living area, two bar stools flanking the island, and a small nook of a hallway which leads to a bathroom with a shower stall an bedroom with a super single sized bed. You find yourself breathing out as you dump your bag on the floor, before toeing off your heels, luxuriating in the feel of flat ground beneath your feet. The apartment, was simple, basic, but nothing that you had an issue with. It was, in any case, far better than the barracks which you had anticipated yourself being slotted into.

-

You curse, loudly, as you extend a finger under the running spray of water emitting from the shower head. It had been five minutes of you standing stark naked, outside the small shower stall, waiting for the water to warm but to no avail. You had already checked, twice, that the shower knob was turned in the direction labelled with a “H”, even gone as far as to crank the knob towards the maximum it would go, but it had only proved to be a failed endeavour.

You are sweaty from hauling your suitcase up the four flights of stairs, your soles dusty from doing it barefoot, and your skin feeling slightly sticky and run down from the flight and drive to Lemoore. A shower was exactly what you needed, but having to dash in and out of a cold shower was hardly what you wanted. You sigh loudly, the sound echoing off the walls of the small, but empty bathroom, your hands fiddling with the knob again, before you throw them up in a mixture of frustration and defeat. The last thing you wanted was to have to ask Jake Seresin for help, but you were tired, irritated and exhausted, and the last thing you wanted today, after a harrowing few days of ‘pack up, drop everything and leave’, to have to do was douse yourself in ice cold water in an unsatisfying, and potentially un-thorough shower.

-

Jake hears the faint rap of knuckles against his apartment door as he steps out of the shower. He pauses, waiting for a few seconds before it sounds out again.

“Coming,” he yells, while grabbing his towel, drying his body off quickly, before twisting the material around his waist, tucking the ends secure into a fold by his waist. He picks his way out of the bathroom, across the small living room, before pulling open the door just as knuckles rap against the surface again, to find you, hand raised, a faded, oversized shirt from law school hanging over your body, falling slightly past mid thigh. Jake lets his gaze dip towards the end of your shirt, his mind wandering to the question of if you were actually wearing any shorts beneath.

“The shower,” your voice breaks through to his thoughts, and he watches your knees shift towards each other, as you squirm, well aware of his gaze on your skin, “it’s only cold water.” Jake’s gaze snaps back up to your face, just in time to notice that despite your squirming due to his gaze on you, your own eyes trail up from the dip of the towel on his waist, across his abs and chest. He allows a smirk to grow on his face, as he watches you take a step back, your demeanour affected by a slight fluster.

“Ah yes, it’s a finicky one, Hammer’s shower,” he leans against the door frame, arms folded across his chest, body flexing to make his abs pop as you narrow your eyes at him, fighting the urge to look below his neck. He had, after all, offered you a tour of the apartment which you had rejected, and he had let you.

“How do I get hot water?” He sees your stance begin to mirror a less relaxed version of his own as you cross your arms across your own chest, stance wide, the movement, which makes them hem of your shirt ride up slightly, revealing an inch more of flesh.

“Knob needs to be at an exact angle.”

“What?” Your response is quick, but incredulous and slightly confused, much to Jake’s pleasure, “what angle?”

“67 degrees right darlin,” Jake drawls out lazily.

“67 degrees?” Your mutter hits Jake’s ears, clearly astounded by the ridiculousness of it all, “you got to be fucking kidding me.”

Your appearance and reaction, a stark contrast to the one you had presented earlier in the conference room makes a loud bark of laughter fall from Jake’s lips.

“Guess you shouldn’t have turned down my tour huh, trouble?” He asks you, while raising a hand to card through his damp hair, sending droplets of water flying in your direction, causing you to scowl and take a step back. Jake leans his body forward, placing himself close enough to you that you can see the small bead of water sliding down the side of his nose, “but if you beg me now,” he pauses, letting himself take in your features, scrubbed of make up from your earlier appearance, closer to the person he had remembered from college, “I might extend the offer again”.

“Over my dead body,” you hiss, taking a step back to moke your way back to your apartment. You turn your body, your heel pivoting, when you feel a large hand land on your shoulder.

“Alright darlin, don’t need to get yourself twisted, I’ll show you,” Jake drawls, as he feels you lift your shoulder in a shrug with a force, shaking his hand off. He sees you open your mouth, only for you to press your lips together again, drawing your hands tight across your body, stepping towards a side, giving him a wide berth while cocking your head towards your open apartment door.

“Go on.”

“With pleasure,” Jake pushes himself off the door frame, sauntering towards the door, his body brushing against yours along the way.

-

“There, 67 degrees,” Jake twists the knob, pointing to two small etched markings on the wall, “between these two lines on the wall.”

“Great” you mutter, moving away from the shower stall, leaning sideways against the door of the bathroom, allowing Jake a wide berth to make his exit. He steps out, standing to face you front to front, causing you to be hype aware of his bare skin and towel.

“Well go on, give it a whirl,” he tilts his head towards the shower stall.

“I got it,” you say, “you can leave now.”

“You sure about that, trouble?” Jake asks, “the last time you said that caused us to end up here,” he puts two fingers the the bottom of his face, rubbing his jaw in mock thoughtfulness, “I’m not sure you actually know how to operate a shower.”

“I’m good.”

“Still think you should give it a go,” Jake says again.

“Oh, fuck off Seresin,” you take in the smug smirk tilting up a corner of his lip, unable to contain your eye roll; it had been a long day, and if your gut and the feel of the day at Lemoore was anything to go by, the beginnings of a long six months. You had a quick flick through the schedule Vice Admiral Flanagan’s office had sent across to you after you had managed to haul your bags up, to find that you had been scheduled for basic Navy and Air training, something which Mike had warned you about before you had left with a few throwaway lines in your conversation, letting you know that it was meant as a means both for you to observe the conduct of such proceedings, but also to keep you safe during your stint with them; but you had expected one or two classes, for show, not the gruelling physical schedule you were slotted into. You had grabbed a sandwich on your way out from the airport, and all you wanted to do now, was to shower and get some much needed shut eye.

“Still as mouthy as ever, trouble.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What would you rather me call you, trouble?” Jake asks, not letting go of the nickname.

“Nothing,” you snap, “what happened to stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours?” You ask, quoting his earlier words.

“Might as well make you my new source of entertainment,” Jake muses, “just like in college - things were getting a bit boring around here.”

“Get the fuck out of my apartment Seresin,” you try again, your tone much sharper this time around. It wasn’t professional by any means, given the circumstance that had thrown you both together and each of your roles in the balance, but Jake Seresin, as you had come to learn a long ago, had both the tendency and ability to push your buttons in the worst way.

“Catty aren’t we?” Jake’s grin is wide, as he leans forward to brush a single fingertip beneath your chin, pulling away as fast as he had leaned it. Your brain freezes for a second at the contact, and gesture. His touch had been brief, but the contact felt like fire. Jake turns, before you can get another word out, hand raised and up in a farewell as he strides out of your bathroom, almost strutting his way for the door. You turn to watch the slight ripple and flex in his back muscle as he lowers his hand. The man got on your last nerve and you hated him for it, but god did he have a nice physique. He pauses, standing in the middle of your small, but bare living room, glancing down at the bra lying ontop of your open suitcase, which you had taken off and discarded a moment ago. He turns his head slightly to look back at you, allowing you to catch the glint in his eyes.

“Small tip,” he says conversationally, “you might not want to walk around this place without a bra. It’s a nice sight, I assure you, but you might not like the attention it will bring.”

His words cause you to slouch your shoulders forward involuntarily in attempt to cause your shirt to billow out further in front of you, your face heating at the unwanted attention from Jake Seresin as you swear loudly after him, to which he chuckles, before stepping out of your apartent, shutting the door behind him.

Fuck Jake Seresin.

>>> PART 2

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hc abt the reader and eddie being ennemies to lovers? ty

Eddie Munson Enemies to Lovers Headcannons

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader

Word Count: 1.65k

Warnings: STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR, VOLUME ONE SPOILERS. Canon level themes: murder mention, reader owns/possesses a gun, a little emotional hurt/comfort if you squint?, a couple curse words, this is literally a full fic written in bullet points, accidentally jumping between past and present tense but oh well

A/N: Please excuse how haphazard this probably is lol, I did my best. It got away from me though oops. This goes a little off prompt though, sorry :/

Please tell me what you think! This is my first time writing for Stranger Things, so I would love feedback!

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You think Eddie is annoying

Seriously, who the hell climbs onto a table in the middle of lunch and starts yelling about conformity? (You weren’t there to experience it, but Dustin told you about it later)

You weren’t too happy when Dustin and his friends got mixed up with him. But they idolized Eddie and said he wasn’t so bad

What could you do? Force them to give up Hellfire? No way, you couldn’t do that to them

So you decided that they could go to Hellfire all they wanted, as long as you didn’t have to deal with Eddie yourself

Unfortunately, things don’t always go according to plan

You and Steve took turns dropping the kids off and picking them up from Hellfire

Steve was in the same graduating class as you and you two became friends once he dropped the whole “King Steve” complex

The two of you were essentially the parents slash babysitters of these kids. Dustin is your brother, so that makes sense. But the others? You don’t remember adopting them, but it apparently happened along the way

Fighting a Demogorgon (along with other assorted demonic creatures) together creates an unbreakable bond

So when Dustin spoke through the radio he gave you and asked you to come inside after Hellfire, you had to say yes

One of the other members gave him a big box of… whatever junk it was that he didn’t want anymore, but Dustin couldn’t lift it

And instead of having him help carry it, Dustin asked you

You entered the room, took one look at the box, and said “You couldn’t lift this?”

Dustin immediately tries to defend himself “It’s heavier than it looks!”

When you pick it up you realize Dustin could absolutely carry this

That little shit

“So you’re the sister”

God, that voice. You wanted to punch him before he could keep talking

“Yeah, and you’re the Dungeon Master”

He grins, “So the pretty princess has heard of me? I’m honored”

Now it’s your turn to grin. “Can’t say I’m impressed” Eddie’s grin falters, but quickly bounces back

“Awe, honey. Maybe you just haven’t heard enough”

“Oh, I’ve heard plenty”

While both of you are grinning, everyone can see the daggers that you both are throwing with your eyes. Dustin has to step in

“Thanks for carrying the box, Y/N. We’re gonna head out now! See you guys next week!” Dustin, Mike, and Lucas all push you out of the room

Eddie Munson thinks you’re a brat

But Dustin clearly loves you, so he doesn’t say anything

After that first encounter, Dustin tried to ease some of the tension between you and Eddie

It didn’t work

“Hey, Eddie! Can Y/N watch our session?”

“Unless she’s playing, she’s not coming in”

Dustin would have genuinely invited you to play, but the Cult of Vecna was not a beginner friendly campaign

“It’s okay, Dustin, I don’t want to play with Hellfire anyway. He’d probably ruin my introduction to the game and I’d end up hating it. I’d rather learn with you kids”

“We’re not kids!”

“You’re younger than me so you’re a kid”

Dustin suddenly looks solemn

“I just wish you two would get along better” He mutters sadly

Your heart cracks

You’re the best sister Dustin could ever ask for. You help him with his homework (when he very rarely asks for it), you drive him places without being angry about it, you take an interest in the things he likes instead of calling him a nerd

Well, you still call him a nerd, but he knows you’re not saying it in a mean way. It’s just playful teasing, and you both love it

When Chrissy Cunningham died, your world turned upside down. More like Upside Down

Dustin pulled you into everything, and you didn’t mind. As traumatic as it all is, you appreciate knowing what’s going on and being able to help your brother where you can

It’s the I’d-rather-get-hurt-than-you mindset

Another thing that makes you a good sister: you trust Dustin

So when he told you that Eddie was innocent, you believed him

You still took a gun to Reefer Rick’s house, just in case

Yes, a gun. After seeing, fighting, and experiencing all of the things that you did, you felt safer with some kind of protection

When Eddie jumps out from under the tarp, you reflexively push Dustin and Max behind you and reach for it

Dustin roughly grabs your arm, silently telling you not to do it

Eddie looks moments away from slashing Steve’s throat, and that terrifies you

But Dustin talks Eddie down and Steve is released. You rush to him, rubbing his back comfortingly

You stay quiet while Eddie reveals the details of Chrissy’s death. It’s almost too brutal to stomach, but you keep yourself together

Robin puts a hand on your shoulder. You reach over and set your hand over hers, giving it a small squeeze

Eventually, everyone decides to go out to buy food for Eddie

Max speaks up “Someone should stay here with Eddie. Just in case”

Obviously, you’re not going to let either of the kids stay

“I think Y/N should stay”

You give Dustin a look that says ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’

“You have a gun” he explains

“Wait, what—?”

“You have a gun?!”

“Where the hell did you get a gun?!”

“Okay, stop! I’ll stay” You stop everyone before pointing a finger at Steve “Keep an eye on them”

He rolls his eyes “I always do. I’m the babysitter, remember?”

“So am I, that’s why I’m saying it again”

You and Eddie are left in awkward silence

“So… you have a gun. Why?” Eddie tries to start a conversation

“After fighting demons and monsters, I wanted something to help me feel safe”

“Did it work?”

“No” You answer genuinely, sitting on the floor beside him

Eddie pauses for a moment before asking “Did you bring it here because of me? Because you think I killed Chrissy?”

“No, I don’t think you did it. You’re not capable”

He frowns “But I’m the freak”

You turn to face Eddie, deciding that this conversation is important. You’re not going to be sarcastic or sass him right now. Eddie feels the same level of sincerity and it shows

“I’ll admit, it looked bad. But when Dustin told me he knew you were innocent, he didn’t have to convince me. You’re wild, and bold, and a little unhinged; but you’re not evil. And you’re not a freak either”

“If you’re not careful, honey, I’m gonna think you’re warming up to me”

“You’re not half bad when you’re not being an ass”

You both chuckle until Eddie stops to ask “What did I do when we first met? What made you not like me?”

“Honestly, I told myself I didn’t like you before I even entered that room. Dustin always talked about you, and it was all praise. That kid worships you.”

“I don’t get it. You didn’t like me because Dustin did?”

“Yeah? I’ve always been afraid that Dustin would wish he had an older brother instead of me. I made myself into the best version of a big sister that I could be, but I’m not a boy, I don’t get everything.”

“What about your boyfriend? You’re not worried about him with Dustin?” There’s something in Eddie’s voice that confuses you… Jealousy? No, that can’t be it

“Steve?” You scoff “He’s not my boyfriend. We both symbolically adopted the same group of kids and we became friends because of it. And yeah, Dustin likes him, but it’s not the same. In his eyes, you can do no wrong. But he constantly calls Steve dumb”

Eddie thinks over the information “So, if Dustin thinks I’m perfect, you’re worried that he won’t think you are?”

“I don’t need to be perfect” You grumble a little, but Eddie is still smiling. He thinks it’s kind of cute “I’m not perfect and I won’t pretend to be. But I don’t want him to prefer you over me”

Eddie gives you a thoughtful smile “He could never. Dustin loves you, you’ve done so much for him, and he knows it. You don’t hear what he says about you”

“Wait, what does he say?” Your eyes lock onto Eddie’s, desperate to hear what he has to say

“He loves spending time with you, you’re his favorite person to be around. When you told him you wanted to learn to play D&D he came into lunch and started running his mouth about how he had the coolest sister, and he was going to teach you how to play so that you could join Hellfire and he would get to spend even more time with you”

Your heart softens “He really thinks that? I thought he would get tired of spending time with me”

“No way in Hell” Eddie shakes his head “He would spend every second of every day with you if he could”

Eddie leans in like whispering a secret. His warm breath tickles your neck, sending an excited chill through your body. Wait what?

“Don’t tell Harrington, but when Dustin sees his car instead of yours, he actually looks sad”

You slap your hand over your mouth to hold in a laugh “Oh, I’m totally telling Steve that. I need the ego boost”

Eddie laughs “Well then you didn’t hear it from me”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep your name out of it” You laughter dies down into a soft smile “Thanks, Eddie. I needed to hear all that”

“Any time, sweetheart”

Eddie holds out his hand to you “Truce?”

“Truce” You shake his hand, solidifying the deal.

When the rest of the crew returns, they find you and Eddie still sitting on the floor, talking and laughing like old friends

Dustin smiles to himself, happy that two of his favorite people seem to finally get along

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I get SO EXCITED when your fic requests open up!!!!! I would love to request some mutual pining/yearning between Dodds and one of his SVU detectives. Prompt "I'd do anything for you," maybe where his dad has noticed them eyeing each other secretly and gives Mike the old "WE've worked too hard to get you to this position." (Idk, maybe those should be 2 different requests? You can choose whichever you prefer!)

Every request i send in gets more and more long-winded 😅😳

Exchanging Glances

A/N: This was a fun prompt! I'm sorry it took me so long to write it, but I hope you enjoy it!

Tags: shootings, otherwise none

Words: 1918

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Mike being assigned to SVU was both a blessing and a curse. It was a blessing because the squad was short staffed, and he more than pulled his weight. He was also a great detective, and a great leader. The curse was how goddamn attractive he was.

He was your superior; there was no chance of a relationship with him. But you couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach when he smiled at you or complimented your work. The worst was when you walked into the locker room one day and found him in his undershirt, his dress shirt hanging open. The soft, white shirt left nothing to the imagination as he stretched against his broad chest, and it was a struggle to not stare…or drool.

He hadn’t even seemed embarrassed about it, talking easily with you as he slowly buttoned his shirt, his long fingers moving deftly. You had quickly made an excuse and practically fled the room. But after that moment, you couldn’t help but picture those strong arms holding you against his broad chest.

You often caught yourself staring at him while at your desks, before you’d look back to your computer screen, hoping no one noticed. Though of course, both Rollins and Carisi saw, and they teased you relentlessly for it.

“Why not ask him out?” Carisi asked you one day during lunch.

You choked on your egg roll. “A—absolutely not! He’s our boss,Carisi!”

“For how much longer?” Rollins chimed in. “I heard daddy’s tryin’ to move him.”

That made you pause; if Mike left SVU, you wouldn’t see him anymore…but maybe you could ask him out then. “Well, I’d rather wait until he’s gone before asking,” you replied, picking at your food.

“Come on, he’s a good guy,” Carisi said. “I bet Mike would love—”

“Love what?” Mike asked, coming into the break room and snagging a takeout box.

You felt how hot your face got, and you ducked your head, pretending to eat. Thankfully, Liv came into the break room, saving you all.

“We have a hostage situation. Let’s go,” she ordered before leaving. You all glanced at each other, fun times fading, before you were up, scrambling for your things in your desks.

*********************

You were huddled outside the door to the kitchen, gun in hand. Mike was on the other side of the doorframe, eyes locked to yours, gun in his hand as well. You were both flanked by the squad and officers, waiting for the go ahead from Liv. You knew she wanted to be in there with you, but as Lieutenant, she had to be outside, calling the shots for everyone involved.

“Green light,” she said into your earpieces. Mike nodded at you, and you nodded back. Then he took a step back and kicked the door in. You cut in front of him as he caught his balance, heading into the kitchen, eyes scanning. You had your gun up, and once you found your perp, you swiveled to aim at him. But he was faster; he fired before you even had the chance.

You grunted as you took a bullet in the ribs, your vest absorbing most of the impact. You still stumbled, though, the wind knocked from you. You being off balance turned out to work perfectly, as Mike was able to get a shot off, clipping the guy in the shoulder.

Both Carisi and Rollins headed for the perp while Fin checked on the woman who was being held hostage; she was shaking in a corner, hands and mouth duct taped. Mike, however, went straight to you.

“Are you okay?” he asked, face full of concern. He helped guide you towards the door, hands on your hips to help you walk.

You nodded. “Fine, fine. Got the vest,” you grunted, hand on place you were shot.

Mike led you down and out of the house, out onto the street. Liv read the situation and quickly came over, but you waved off her questions. Both of them guided you to a waiting ambulance, and the paramedics helped you get the vest off. They gently lifted your shirt to inspect the spot, which was already deeply bruised, a small bit of dried blood there from where the bullet broke skin.

Your face heated as you caught Mike’s eyes glued to the injury. “I’m fine, really. Just a bruise,” you muttered, trying to pull your shirt back down.

“We should take you in, make sure you didn’t break anything, or have internal bleeding,” one of the medics said.

You sighed, knowing you couldn’t argue. They helped you in the back, and you sat on the gurney.

“I’m riding with her,” Mike said to Liv. He handed her his gun before he climbed in, sitting next to you. You ducked your head in embarrassment as the doors closed and the ambulance pulled away.

******************

You sat on the hospital bed, and Mike was outside the room while you were patched up—mostly because your shirt was off. Once considered decent, though, he came in, giving the nurse a smile and nod in thanks.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked, that concern still in his eyes.

You smirked. “Like I was shot.”

Mike shook his head, grinning. “Glad to see you still have your sense of humor…. Thank you, though.”

“For what?”

“I was going to go in first, but you ran in front of me before I could stop you. In a sense, you took that bullet for me,” he explained.

You blinked at him, then blurted out, “I’d do anything for you.” Your face heated, and you dropped your eyes to the floor. “I mean, y—you’re my sergeant; of course, I’d take a bullet for you….”

“Well, I’d do anything for you, too, including taking a bullet, if it came to that,” he replied softly. At first, you thought he was just saying that. But the meaningful look he gave you made you pause. Was he saying what you thought he was?

Slowly, timidly, you reached out and took his hand in yours. He didn’t pull away; in fact, he stepped up close to you. His free hand came up to your face, and he cupped your cheek lovingly. You leaned into the touch, and his face got closer and closer—

“There you are, Mike! Benson said you were at the hospital with a detective,” a voice called from the door. Mike quickly moved away from you, dropping your hand, and you swallowed in fear as Deputy Chief Dodds stood in the doorway to your room.

He gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and you wondered how much he had seen. Then he strolled into the room, fixing his gaze onto his son.

“Uh, yeah, sorry dad. She got shot during our raid today—”

“Oh no,” he lamented, though it almost sounded sarcastic. “Well, it at least looks like you’re fine. Listen, Mike—” his eyes went back to his son’s— “I need to talk to you about an opportunity. If you’ll excuse us,” he said to you, then turned and strolled from the room.

Mike gave you an apologetic look before following his dad, closing the door behind them and leaving you alone.

***

“What the hell were you thinking?” William asked as he headed out of the hospital. “Getting close with a detective.” He said the word like an insult, and Mike flinched.

Once on the street, Mike replied, “she’s a fantastic detective, and I like her a lot. Why does my romantic life involve you?”

“Because we’ve worked too hard to get you to this position," he responded, poking Mike in the chest.

He rolled his eyes, fighting the urge to ask “we?” Instead, he said, “If I follow your plan, then I’m leaving SVU anyways. Why can’t I date her?”

“You need someone on your level, someone who’s as eye-catching as you are,” William explained. But Mike knew the truth; his father wanted him with a trophy wife, one who knew how to keep her head down and attend to her husband’s wants and desires. In other words, someone Mike wanted nothing to do with.

“With how good she is, she could make sergeant in no time,” Mike countered. He wasn’t just saying that, either; he believed it. You were incredible. He almost wanted you to go to Joint Terrorism with him, be his number two. But then, you couldn’t have a relationship together.

“Who cares about sergeant—”

“I’m a sergeant, dad.”

William waved his hand dismissively. “That’s just a placeholder until you’re lieutenant. Come on, Mike; do you really want someone with the same profession as you? Where you work late nights, weekends, holidays?” Translation; do you want someone who won’t be home to cook your meals or run the household?

“We’d have the same life experiences, we’d understand each other on a deeper level because of it,” he shot back.

William rolled his eyes. “Deeper level—”

“And I’m not going to stand here and defend her or myself from you. I’m sorry dad, but I don’t really care what you think about her. We haven’t even started dating or anything. But I’m going to go back upstairs and ask her out. I hope you can find it in yourself to come to terms with that,” Mike said before turning on his heel and marching back inside. William was too stunned to say anything back.

***

You collected all your items and were just about to leave the room when there was a knock on the door.

“Uh, come in?” you called, wondering if the nurse had more info outside of “it’ll heal on its own, but it’ll be sore for a while.”

But your stomach dropped when it was Mike peeking his head in, giving you a sheepish smile. “Uh, hey, sorry about that.”

“O-oh! No, it’s, um, it’s fine. Hopefully that was nothing too important,” you replied, laughing nervously.

Mike rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a mumble of, “no, no, it’s nothing…” before trailing off. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at you intently. “Would you like to go get dinner with me? Tonight?”

You were stunned; true, you were both off after the raid—you to heal and pass a psych evaluation, and him while IAB investigated the shooting—but you never expected him to ask you out. “I—I would love that…but could we? Unless the Chief just transferred you, you’re still my boss.”

“He didn’t, but I don’t care. I’ll be leaving the squad soon enough as it is. Plus…I know you’re not seriously injured, but the thought of you being shot on the job…it worries me. I’d rather shoot my shot now, while we’re both still alive and well,” he finished.

You nodded slowly, your mind swirling. “Well…as long as neither of us will be fired over it…. I’d love to have dinner with you, Mike.”

You noticed how his eyes narrowed when you mentioned getting fired, and you wondered if the possibility never crossed his mind until you said it. He quickly masked his face with a smile, then held the door open for you.

“You won’t get fired; I’ll make sure of it,” he promised, and you wondered if it was a legit possibility. Either way, a date with Mike Dodds seemed like a good payoff. Plus, if you were fired, you could continue dating without the fear of 1PP.