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[vivid-viviii]

Hey, is that a quote from Life in the World to Come in your bio??

life in the world to what now ??

[raffe156]

Breakaway state Part 1

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - The 141 is formed, Price and Tank can't get their shit together, bad timing, things go pop and we all hate the Dr.

A/N - Shorter but wanted to get something out, this arch is gonna hit hard (at least I hope)

Warnings - Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) reader (25) Violence, Weapons war/fighting stuff basically injury, pregnancy mentions, medical stuff

I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha 

Tags:  @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81  @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here​ @deadbranch @soapyghost @fluffysmiko @bangirl134 @mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake @boomtowngirl

If I've missed anyone, please let me know ​

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley

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Kyle had belled your phone out for 2 days straight, but you didn’t know what to say to him. What could you say to him? You eventually had to answer him when his last voicemail threatened a call to your mum. Low blow Kyle.

“Hello?”

“Care to explain yourself?”

“What?”

“What do you mean what? Why did you leave? What the hell happened Tank?”

“Nothing Kyle, I just needed to head home early”

“Bullshit! I wake up Price looks like shit and I know he didn’t drink that much and your gone?Never seen Price look like that….he looked done in…what happened Tank?”

Price looked done in? He caused this, he made the call to stop whatever this was! You could feel your skin prickling now, you were getting angry.

“Kyle honestly nothing happened”

“Why are you lying to me? Was it to do with that Luke guy? Seen Price talking to him the morning you left, he didn’t look happy, he seemed a bit off with him in the pub too”

Oh god what had he said to Luke? You felt sick.

“Do you know what they were talking about?”

“Nahh couldn’t hear them…so it was to do with Luke?”

“No…well yeh Price took the funnies, saying he doesn’t know how it will work with me and him..”

“You and who? PRICE!? What?”

Shit.

“Noooo me and Luke! He doesn’t know how it will work between me and him, Luke thinks PRice is a Truck driver and I work in Logistics at the depot”

“Ohh right…oh I get what you mean now, thought you meant you and Price…”

You could hear the insinuation in his voice, Kyle wasn’t daft, but he played along for your sake.

“Anyway Ill see you soon…”

“Oh ok, il see you at base yeh?”

“Yeh, Thanks Kyle by the way don’t threaten me with calls to my mum you forget I have your mum’s number too”

“I wouldn’t have to make threats if you answers your dam phone! But you should call my mum she likes you better than me.”

********

It had been 2 weeks since the weekend away an 1 week at base. You had to get it together as your little squad of three now had two new members and the base was flooded with rookies from other teams. You recognised Simon or Ghost as he went by from years back when you were still a rookie yourself that and the obvious skull mask he wore. Johnny or ‘Soap’, however was a new face to you, not a bad looking one at that but you had a feeling he knew he was good-looking. He had watched you walk in with Kyle as if weighing you up and down. You could feel his eyes on you.

You had seen little of Price mainly because you were avoiding him. But that morning you had a training exercise an easy smash and grab two teams. You and a hand full of rookies had been paired with Ghost. Soap and Kyle the same.

Price shuffled a few papers about giving a quick glance round the room avoiding your line of sight. Kyle gave you a quick look he knew something still wasn’t right.

“Today is just a simple training exercise, so we can get a feel for each other's skill set see where we are at etc. A smash an grab job I’m sure your all familiar, so let’s not waste any time and gear up any questions?” He made his way out the door, not waiting for anyone to ask any.

You all exchanged looks an followed to the gear room.

*******

Ghost helped you with your tact vest, checking you over.

“All sorted kid” He slapped you on the back, nearly throwing your forward. You half smiled at Kyle, who was holding in a laugh, but then you noticed his eyes flick to something behind you and his expression changed. He rolled his eyes, that wasn’t like Kyle? You turned around. You wish you hadn’t instantly. Why? Why was she here? Why had he let her come here? Price was stood with Dr O’Brian, Helen. Was he taking the piss?

He had his hand on her cheek, giving her that eye-crinkling smile that would make any woman weak.

“John…enough Ill see you later tonight for dinner”

“No worries love, I'll see you then”

He placed a kiss on her other cheek, making her blush.

“Stop it you!” She faked a slap to his chest. The Rookies all burst out into wolf whistles and cheering. You stood still, your mouth dry, heart racing, anger crawling over your body, your jaw set tight, blood rushing in your ears, were you going red? Fuck.

Ghost brought you back down to earth.

“Tank? Are you ready?”

“Ye….yes…Yes Lieutenant!” You barked, taking him by surprise. You couldn’t look at Kyle, but you knew he was looking at you. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole.

The Training session started, but your mind was a storm cloud. He really hadn’t waited long had he? Bet she was round the next day! He probably didn’t even mean what he had said “It didn’t mean anything,it was a one-time thing!” One time thing my arse! Dickhead! You were raging, Soaps rookies didn’t stand a chance against you. They were simply in your way, God knows where Kyle was. Ghost was egging you on in your ear he was impressed, he hadn’t expected anything less from you however, he knew what you were capable of. You ploughed through them taking each room by storm your rookies struggling to keep up. As you came to the target room you headed in taking out two more rookies instructing yours to grab the main target.

“Slow down Tank, your getting too cocksure of yourself” Price had tuned into your channel. His voice an even tone.

Fuck you, you thought.

“With all due respect Captain, I know what I’m doing done enough smash an grabs to last me a lifetime”, you almost spat down the line, you caught a rookie looking at you as if you had gone mad.

No reply back. Just silence. Good. you thought that shut him up.

As you made sure the rookies had done their part, you made for the open window of the training house it was a 2 story abseil down. Easy you had done it hundreds of times. You wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. You motioned to go first attaching yourself to the line, but as you got about 8ft from the ground the line came away causing you to plummet the rest of the drop. The white-hot pain flooded your system. The wind knocked out of you you tried to claw your way onto your front, but your right shoulder wouldn’t support you, in fact it wouldn’t even move, you glanced over only to see it hanging down level with your chest, it had been dislocated. The pain was blinding, Ghost voice was in an out of your ear.

“Tank? What the fuck happened? Did you check the line before going down it?”

The line? The Line? As if you hadn’t checked the line, Price was going to love this. Fuck.

Kyle came into view as you felt yourself being scooped up from the floor mats.

“Kyle, slowly put her arm across her waist…eyes on me love” Ghost manoeuvred you so Kyle could do as instructed, as he did you let out a gut-churning scream. You would of rather taken a bullet again than this.

“Fuck sake Kyle!!!” You could feel the slight sting of tears. How pathetic you must of looked, cradled up crying in your Leuitants arms. Through your blurry vision, you spotted Price looking almost worried, but it must of been for only a split second as when your tears fell, clearing your sight he went back to looking pissed off. It took everything in Price not to take over you were in pain, he should be the one carrying you, consoling you not Ghost, but he had to take a backseat.

“Take her to see Dr.O’Brian…” He motioned Ghost to follow him.

No anything but that, you would rather Ghost try to pop it back in, shit you would rather be shot than see her, but you were in too much pain to even speak and as Ghost carried you to the med bay you wished you had just checked the line.

*********

“Oh deary me…what’s the matter with you?” Dr. O’Brian was rolling her eyes at you like you had scrapped your knee not pulled your shoulder out of its socket completely. Ghost answered for you like it was an actual question.

“Fell out a window, well abseiled down without checking the rig line…shoulders gone POP!” He even made a hand gesture.

“What you like? Not the first time you haven’t checked the rig, is it? John told me he always has to check your strapped in right” She glanced over at Price who was standing at the foot of the cot arms folded face stern. She was still talking to you like a child, you hated her sing-song voice. John told her? You wondered what else John had told her? Or better yet what he hadn’t told her…

“Anywho going to have to ask you a few routine questions before I can administer any strong pain relief I'm afraid, Keep on the gas and air while I do then we can give you the strong stuff”

You glupped on the air, taking it deep into your lungs and nodded.

“Okie dokie…On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being low 10 being extreme how would you rate your pain?”

You flared your nostrils was she being serious? Ghost answered for you again.

“Im gonna says she at a 10 Doc”

“Very well, are you taking any other medications?”

You shook your head.

“Any antidepressants or other pain relief?”

You took another deep drag of the gas and air shaking you head again.

“Any allergies?”

“Surely this in on file, Helen?” Price sighed he knew this was being dragged out, but he didnt know for who’s benefit.

“Let me check…. oh yeh it is, ok last few questions Tank…Are you Sexually active?” The room went silent, had she really just asked that? The bitch. You quickly glanced over at Price, who was looking at the ground. She had clocked it.

“Yes” you mumbled teeth clenched around the mouthpiece.

“Ok when was the last time you had sex?” Her face was like stone now, she was fishing for something, and you knew exactly what. So fuck it you thought, you’ll bite. You pretended to count in your head. Prices ear pricked up.

“A few weeks ago, maybe 3….” you took another big gulp of air as her eyes flashed she was doing the math in her head. She knew you were at Prices 3 weeks ago. Plenty of opportunities for you and him to go at it.

Price looked at you he knew you didn't mean him, so amused you meant Luke. Which was also not true. He looked slightly affected. Good. Let him think about that. Helen was writing down some notes on your chart, probably SLAG in big red letters!

“Ok last question, any chance you could be pregnant? Need to know before we give decide on what to give you” She had scrunched her face up into a fake smile, it was hideous.

“Nope, not pregnant, so can we get my shoulder popped back in and get me some strong pain relief?” You were getting lightheaded on the gas and air now and it was becoming harder to control your temper.

“Ok If you're sure you're not pregnant, we can give you some morphine, but you're going to have to go to the adjoining base as we don't have the supplies to pop it back in.”

Your eyes widened. She really was playing you now. Even Price was looking at her in disbelief.

“Fuckin hell Doc! All that an she still has to wait for transfer? Fuck that ere I'll pop it back in myself! Price hold her legs down” Ghost moved round to your shoulder as Helen jumped up.

“DON'T YOU DARE! I won't allow that! Not in my med bay you can drag her out and pop it back in elsewhere, but not in here!”

She had stepped in front of Ghost but had her eyes on Price, he was dead if he touched you. You and Ghost exchanged looks nodding in agreement. He stepped around her, leaning forward for you to place your good arm over his shoulder.

“Easy does it love, I'll carry you over my shoulder so you can dangle your arm, might be more comfortable, I'll get this popped back in no time.”

You took one last big drag of the gas and air, it had taken full effect now, you were still in pain, but your mind was swimming as Ghost lifted you over his shoulder, the tight grip of his huge hand on your inner thigh sent a shiver up your spine. He would destroy you, the guy was a mountain, but the thought still did laps in your brain. You let out a little giggle.

“You good love?” Ghost patted your backside with his other hand. It sent a shock through your system causing another chuckle you felt tipsy.

“Ready when you are L.T.” you were still giggling to yourself. O’Brian was in utter shock. Price was pinching the bright of his nose.

“Ghost, put her down…your not popping anything back in, she's going to the main wing, I'll call for transport…” He hadn’t even looked up. He couldn’t, seeing Ghost handling you like that wound him up, but he would never admit that.

“Noooooo fuck that Ghost don't you dare put me down, I want you…no in fact I demand you to pop it back in, let's do this battlefield style!” You were getting giddy now the gas and air making you a bit loopy. Ghost chuckled, patting your backside again. He could see the anger in Price’s eyes, he was still his Captain.

“Easy Love, think we are going to have to listen to the Captain on this one, but if we are ever out on the job and it happens again I’ll gladly sort you out” His words caused a little flurry in your stomach. What the hell?

“You can wait outside, take the Gas and air with you…” Helen was fuming she slammed the canister into Price.

“Wont she be better off lay down Helen while we wait?” Price was looking at her confused. She whipped her head back round.

“John she can lay, hang, sit, god she can even dangle from anywhere else other than in here I don't care…get the transport called for her to go to the other base” she handed him your tact vest an walked off. You were still on Ghost's shoulder, but could see him looking after her his brow furrowed, his lips slightly downturned. You felt a pang of guilt, deep down you still cared for him and your being here was making things difficult for both of you. You would never be able to go back to normal as it wasn’t even normal to begin with.

*******

“I'll see you when your back love” Ghost gave your leg a quick squeeze as they loaded you into the truck.

You knew he wouldn’t, you weren't coming back. It was a shame, Kyle would be fine…eventually, but you needed a change, you couldn't keep this up. You looked to Price, your eyes only meeting for a second, but it was enough, enough to cement your decision. You had both been kidding yourselves thinking this would work you were only hurting each other so you had to be the one to cut the rope that had you both hanging.

Price watched as they hooked you up to an IV, he had so many things he had wanted to say to you, one of them being sorry.

He decided he was going to have a talk with you when you got back, he wanted you to be happy he really did, but his pride had been hurt that night he saw you with Luke and he had turned to Helen to try and get you out of his head, but it had only buried you deeper.

There had been some truth in your words ‘how would it work between you and him?’ He reminded himself he was 15 years older and maybe you were better of with Luke he was closer in age to you at 32 and Helen to him at 38, but he didn't want to accept that and you needed to talk properly. Speaking of Helen he had seen a different side to her today and it didn't sit right with him, but maybe that was because of her attitude towards you. He couldn't help it, no matter how much you appeared to hate him he still wanted you by his side…it was where you belonged. As the van pulled away, he made his plan and you made yours.

*******

“Well I look forward to you joining us Tank, Squad 8 needs someone with your skill set and Dredd has told me your one of the best”

“Thank you Sir, I look forward to meeting the rest of the squad, it will be nice to work with Dredd again me and her go way back”

“I must say it was a surprise your transfer request coming across my desk? Straight from the top didnt even need approving from Price? Im sure the 141 will be losing a valuable asset…which im more than happy to take” Captain Mckinley winked as he reached over his desk to shake your hand.

“You sure Price won't miss you?”

“No…I'm sure he’ll manage Sir”

[tinyidle]

OK OK JUST HEAR ME OUT:

Gp Ceo Shuhua going to a strip club to get rid of stress and she sees stripper reader and takes her to a private room,ill let your imagination decide what happens next ;)))

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WARNING: smut, mentions of a lapdance/private dance, striptease (but not from the dancer), kissing and groping, small mentions of masturbation, cowgirl, unprotected sex, messy creampie, a bit of a rushed orgasm, dom!shuhua, domanitrix shuhua, b!gd¡ck shuhua, sub! reader, fem reader, needy reader, all fiction ofc

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being a ceo for Queencard Enterprises is not easy at all. in fact, it was extremely draining. all shuhua wanted to do was relax and have some fun for once. and so, after three long months of leading and marketing and stressing and barely getting any sleep, she finally got that chance.

the strip club, famously known as Club Nxdix, is one of the most high-end hangout spots in seoul, and only the richest of the rich could even get a wiff of the place. it would be a lie to say that shuhua's been saving for this moment, since she used to frequent the area often. she just wanted to relax here again after so long not being able to.

her silky soulful blue dress looked just as shiny as ther disco ball in the dim lighting of the club, as for a second all the millionaire sleaze bags turned their gaze towards her. it was until she gave each man a dominant glare that they remembered who she was, quickly turning their lustful eyes back to the strippers in fear of shuhua wrapping their ties around their necks.

she took her seat in the spot she used to always take, ordering her old usual drink. looking at the performers, she spotted you in this sunning mermaid performance outfit. the rainbow-pink-to-blue coloring adorning your barely covered breasts and crotch looked stunning on you, and the incredible tricks you performed on the pole caught everyone's eye. but what got her the most was the way you performed. it was like you were seducing her to take you right then and there, and she was going to get you.

once you finished your dancing bit and was on the way to ask the men if they'd pay for a private dance, you heard someone quickly interject.

"i'll have that private dance with you," she spoke out. you saw the man you were about to ask starting to protest, which was immediately shut down from the woman's death look. she then turned back to your gaze, spitting out a price tag for the dance that had all the men around you gasp.

liking her attitude, you smirked and nodded. "okay," you obliged. "to room 202".

the room was huge and was definitely for those who paid a hefty sum for the dancer, and shuhua was that person. bills upon bills of constant hundreds were being poured on your body as you seductively swayed your hips to the invisble beat of the outside music, as shuhua suggested you to dance to beat of your own rhythm. when you were about to finish your performance, you were stopped by the woman's hands on your leg.

"um," you chuckeled nervously, even though you didn't mind at all. "customers aren't allowed to touch performers."

they woman smiled to herself, laughing a little before replying to you. "baby, im no ordinary 'customer'," she repeated in air quotes. "i come here all the time, your boss knows me, the older strippers here know me. hell, the shitbags they call rich men out there know me. im yeh shuhua, so i get what and who i want." her hand that rested on your leg traveled up your thigh, lightly gripping it. making you gasp. "and i want you."

to say you were turned on would be the biggest understatement known to mankind. you wanted her, needed her. she gave you more confidence and sense of security more than any other man or woman you've ever been with in and out he club. just as you were about to melt in her touch, shuhua let go of your thigh.

"that is, if you want me to take you."

you desperately wanted to beg for her touch, but you didn't to look as needy as your now soiled panties were feeling.

"see, i have wanted to relieve myself of stress from working so, damn hard," shuhua slurred, slipping her dress off, revealing her braless breasts covered with nipple covers. her thong was the same color as her skin tone, the tease. she wanted to fuck all along, you thought.

"and nothing would feel better than to have a sexy performer help relieve me of my aching back, or aching nipples." she careful popped off the nipple covers, her hard buds on display for you to see before taking off the last of her bottoms. her cock was long and thick, something you haven't seen in a while. you couldn't take it anymore, deciding to join her naked figure on the couch and kneel next to her, waiting for her to tell you what to do next.

shuhua laughed at your current state right next to her, your guard completely let down. "i told you i always get what and who i want," her voice laced with poisonous vixenry. "now, my lovely pet, what do you want?"

you set your head down as your eyes turned up, becoming completely submissive for the woman. "i want to please you, mistress."

her eyes quirked up at the name. "mistress? i like the sound of that." and with that, shuhua guided your lips to her own, kissing with ravenous hunger as her hands were busy toying with your body. you gasped and hummed as your nipples and ass were constantly getting pinched and smacked, the connection between your mouths being a mixture of messiness.

when you two finally detached from each other, shuhua leaned back on the couch and wrapped her hand around herself, stroking it lazily. "do you want to wet my dick with your mouth or that pussy of yours?"

instead of answering, you raised you leg over her hips and squatted down to take her length whole. the stretch felt incredible, and if not for you playing with yourself the other day you wouldnt've been able to handle it. but you did, and shuhua was mesmerized by how tight yet perfect you were around her.

"mm, shit-" you moaned out, her hardness twitching inside you. gosh, she felt amazing.

"wow baby, you feel fucking amazing." she groaned out, her hands connecting with your hips almost instantly. "i wonder how many men have fucked you like this before me." you blushed and looked away shyly, causing shuhua to smile.

she suddenly slapped your ass, making you yelp. "come on, pet. fuck mistress's cock. make her feel good."

with all the strength you could muster, you rolled your hips forwards and backwards on the woman below, getting more turend on with her words of encouragement. soon your rolling turned to full-on bouncing, feeling yourself getting close to cumming on the spot.

shuhua threw her head back, moaning and gasping loudly as she was getting closer and closer to cumming herself. "im gonna cum," she muttered through gritted teeth, her hips moving faster. "fuck, stay still." you were pulled forward as she pistoned her hips in and out of your sopping cunt, with you alomst crying as your orgasm rushed out of you like a gush of wind.

when you felt her thrusts inside you finally stop, you looked down at shuhua, feeling the pearly fluid flow from her cock slowly trickle down your thigh. "did i do good?" you asked shyly.

shuhua nodded. "oh god yes, pet. that was absolutely amazing." she wiped the sweat from her forehead and set her head on the couch, watching you pant on top of her with the remnants of her cum on your thighs. you were starting to feel woozy, trying to catch your breath after such a powerful release. "well, baby, it looks like you're coming home with me tonight."

you sat up and clung onto shuhua, letting the sensations sink in as she ran her fingers through your hair.

[aethiriarts]

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(sending this as an ask that way my long ass post doesn’t appear on our followers dashes again)

@ the tags of my unit shuffle post

i don’t have any like. professional advice or anything for creating a unit shuffle but uh. have a few tips ig.

one. dont worry about canon. while unit shuffles are canon divergent at their core, you may still worry “oh but how would this happen” or “oh why would this character do this” im here to say. dont worry about it. just figure out the shuffle and work from there. also!! dont worry about what if this was a game. dont worry about leader voices that sound similar, voices that don’t mesh, tone of the voices vs the theme, etc. i mean this with all due respect, but its not becoming a game, so you are not bound by what you think would sound good in the game/lh

two. stare aka study other unit shuffles. self explanatory, just look at other people’s unit shuffles and see what they do and why they did what they did

three. identity common. anything! common thing that they all share, common thing to bond over, hell even common aesthetic. it doesn’t have to be a 100% match, you can grasp at straws a little, it’s ok!

four. word time. create a google doc or a note on notes app. list all the units. assign hypothetical charas for the units. and then go crazy. swap and mish mash all around. idk how to explain it just. go!!

five. you are not bound by the constraints of the game. this relates to point one but yeah. ive seen people create units with more or less then 4 people. you also don’t have to worry about fitting into pre existing unit themes. go crazy, go stupid!!

six. make multiple if you’re really indecisive. who said you had to have one unit shuffle. create as many as you like! once again, go crazy go stupid!!

yeh :D

ahsjshs thank you!! ill keep that in mind if i ever get the motivation to actually make one!!

[rw-ship-showdown]

hi i really want to send some artisaint propaganda art but i dont want to send it through my main blog (off anon) , is it ok to send it in messages ?

yeh! if you have a sideblog you dont want associated w your main you could also post it there and tag me and ill reblog it!

[flibbertigibbetting]

THANKS FOR THE TAG LOVE, good to know you didn't forget me

BUT ANYWAYS so I'll just number my answers

1. I've got too many but I'd say seb overall otherwise Charles and Max from the current grid

2. A LOT OF OTHER FAVOURITES including CHADLONSO, the McLaren babies, our lovely iceman, albono, honey badger Ki ki ki and undeniably our meme icon, gWORGE and mORE

3. Least favorite? There could only be two and that's: n I ki t a and DEVRIES

4. both ofc love some teams (manifesting McLaren domination) and drivers r just too lovely to not support

5.AHHH TEAMS SO FORZA FERRARI and ofc PAPAYA FTW and RED BULL RAHHHH

6. F1? Like not even a year but I'm just so interested and fascinated by it now like it's an addiction (thanks to a certain someone ;))

7. My darling @kikirahkikiaye

8. YEH, YEH I DO AND THATS THE EXTENT OF MY ANSWER THat I'll provide :)

9. New fans? The more the merrier I say (although I'm one to gatekeep as well, I got dual personalities ok shut up) BUT YES IF U ARENT TOXIC AND DONT HATE ON ANYONE UNREASONABLY, welcome to the club <3

10. YESS got a buncha friends IRL and online that enjoy it and always a pleasure to rant with them, and in my family, no one rlly

11.OHOHOHO ID GO FOR horner probably cuz it sounds so fun to hangout w the RedBull gang that's all silly and goofy and do random challenges like (+I'm an engineering student so I'll probably manage them just fine (I won't))

12. like I said YES I WANT AN ENTIRE ROOM OF PPL JUST YAPPING ABOUT F1 WITH ME AND ILL BE EUPHORIC

I literally don't know anyone on Tumblr that's an F1 Kimmie except my bae so no tags here

F1 Tag Game! Tag some people you'd like to get to know better!

tagged by @presdestigatto (on my main, but i'll do it here since it's more f1-centered) merciii<3

Who is your favorite driver? Charles, but the papaya boys are a close second

Do you have other favorite drivers? From the current grid, except papaya, Yuki and Max and if retired drivers are counted then seb, jenson and kimi

Who is your least favorite driver? aaaa i don't really have a least fav driver they're all slay, maybe nikita mazepin

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well? tbh, both equally, been a tifosa since nando drove for ferrari so im pretty loyal like that, but obv if my fav switched teams i'd root for them too

If you like teams, what teams do you pull for? ferrari (i'm not boring i promise) and mclaren

How long have you been into F1? pffft it's been a long time i can't even recall, but yea it's been a long long time, cause i've been here since the twink generation (seb, jenson, mark, etc)

What got you into F1?: My mom was always into motorsport, around say, schumacher's time? so the world of f1's never been alien to me, but a while back i read the dirty air series by lauren asher and that got me into it deeper

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF? I'm going to be v honest, i was never much fond of rpfs for some reason, but well idk what changed bec currently i'm writing one myself- (and i've read a few bangers too!)

How do you view new fans? new fans, old fans, all the same to me

Are your friends and family into F1 as well? so like i said, my mom doesn't watch the races avidly anymore but i keep her updated so that's that:) plus i got two of friends into f1 (assertively haha) and now they lovelovelove it!

If you could take over as team principal for any team , who would it be and why? idk what context this is meant to be in, so i'll just say merc, bec god knows toto needs a break rn lmao

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends? Absofuckinglutely. this is the one sport that means world to me, so obv finding moots who're also into f1 is something i look forward too (although i barely have any atm)

aaaaa idk who to tag bec im seriously in a dire need of moots, so if you see this, dont shy away from reblogging!

for now: @flibbertigibbetting @thinkingaboutfilm11

[experiment-000]

I'm so tired of people being all dni if you ship/condone this like it's a fictional ship ffs.

I'm just out here living my multishipping just neutral towards most ships life and I keep coming across people I need to unfollow because they would block me because of something I condone

And guess what I condone all ships because it's all fictional. There are ships I personally dislike but I still condone them because i don't believe in hating or attacking people because of what fictional characters they ship.

And don't get me wrong I absolutely believe in blocking tags so you don't have to see content you dislike - I do this. I block the tags of ships I dislike, and also the anti tags of ships I dislike. That way I don't get any negativity about other ships or people coming into my mind.

Blocking people I also agree with but only if they're actually assholes. I'm sure you can figure out examples. I don't believe in blocking people just because of one thing they like or tolerate. That just divides people and creates an environment where hating people because of their opinions is allowed and encouraged. It creates people who believe in hating people because of differences of opinion.

I hope this makes you reconsider your stances on all this shipping discourse although I expect it will instead result in me being blocked by people. I get that this can be a morally complicated issue but guess what - this is fiction: morals don't apply. You condone murder in fiction but you know it's wrong in real life. Just think on it.

Edit: just gonna add I don't condone shipping children and adults I have a separate post on that fully explaining my views but I think I've come to the conclusion that if you're an adult and you ship children and adults aka actual children not a 17 year old and an 18 year old then I think you need to speak to a therapist

[horizontalsplash]

Part 3 has arrived!

First

Part 2

Part 4

Something about this part is bothering be and I don’t know if it’s the suddenly minimalistic backgrounds or the aggressive style changes. Might be both.

[vivid-viviii]

hai :3 wutz ur fav song???

right now , it’s something for ur mind

[raffe156]

Escape to the country part 3

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Close, but no cigar...💔

 “You broken?”  

 Escape part 1

Escape part 2

Little mood board to help give you the visual. As always feedback encouraged and comments welcomed! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!

A/N -Bit shorter than the other parts but wanted to get it up, I really appreciate all the recent feedback and asks! Please keep em coming! It only spurs me on haha 

Warnings for the whole storyline - Under 18+ DNI,  angst, Smut, Masturbation (F + M), Language, mutual pining, alcohol,fluff, Age gap Relationship feelings, Price (39) reader (Tank, 25) mentions of family,domestic fluff

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81​​ ​ @mildlyhopeless

It was close to midnight, You and Price had mostly sat in silence, happy just being in each other's company, watching the fire crackle and spit.

“We should probably get to bed kid, early start tomorrow”

You sat up straight stretching, you had been practically leaning on him. You glanced over a Kyle he was still out cold, you had placed a blanket over him earlier.

“Probably too big to carry to bed eh?” You softly laughed.

“What? I could easily carry you! have done before, in fact who was it that carried you back 2 miles to the evac point that time in Bosnia when you sprained your ankle? Me” Price pointed both his thumbs back at himself triumphantly.

“I meant Kyle…”

“Oh…yeh he can take himself to bed…” Price chuckled as he got up from the couch stretching, his grey T-shirt lifting up to show his abdomen, a trail of dark auburn hair leading down past the waistband of his joggers and to his…

“You ok? zoned out there for a sec” Price was looking at you, his sleepy eyes searching for the planet you were on.

“Yeh...I'm good i'll wake him up while you put the fire out deal?” You got up from the couch and gently tapped Kyle on the shoulder.

“Kyle, time for bed…” You had to be gentle with him as Kyle was like you, any abrupt attempt to wake you up resulted in confusion, panic and always a fight.

You had a special way of dealing with each other, you each understood what the other needed when at their most vulnerable. When you didn’t get a response from him, you softly squeezed his hand rubbing your thumb on his palm, this was one of your secret ways of telling each other to wake up.

It worked Kyle opened his eyes slowly glancing around then at you, his anchoring point. He knew he was ok. Price looked on at your both, he admired the system you had both developed he knew all too well how being woken in a strange place could sometimes effect those in your kind of work.

“Time for bed Kyle”

“How long was I asleep?”

“About 2 hours lad, don’t worry I stopped her from drawing a dick on your face”

“Thanks, Cap uhhhh” Kyle stretched and handed you the blanket to fold and put away, you shook your head taking it always picking up after him you thought.

“You two go up I’m gonna lock up down here then ill be up in a bit like I said early start tomorrow nice walking trail then a Pub lunch on me” Price smiled at you. You let out a soft laugh, walking trail, pub lunch? Who was this man, either way you didn’t care you were enjoying it.

“Right I'm going up you coming Tank?” Kyle shuffled back out into the kitchen. “Night, Boss”

“Night, son”

You hesitated still holding the folded blanket, Price clocked you still standing there, making his way over he held out his hand for the blanket.

“I'll take that tar, what’s up not tired?”

Your body was shattered, but your mind was racing if only he knew what you had been thinking earlier in the shower what you had done what you had cried out? Would he tell you you’d crossed a line? Tell you that you were out of order and not to think of him that way? You would only ever be, could only ever be Captain and sergeant? Or would he say he had felt the same, had thought about you in every way, having you in every way? You realised you had been staring at the last few embers dancing in the fireplace when you felt him tug at the blanket.

“You must be tired second time you have spaced out on me? Go on get to bed, I’ve checked in the wardrobe and under the bed no monsters” He let out a chuckle as he turned to place the blanket over the back of the armchair.

“Yeh sorry, I’m knackered. Thanks again for dinner it was amazing didn’t know you had it in you!” You turned and made your way out of the snug and into the kitchen Price followed you close behind.

“Want me to help you lock up? I don’t mind” you were hovering now, just go to bed you thought! Price gave you a smile and shook his head.

“No, I’m ok locking up, like I said I’m gonna have a nightcap and a smoke”

It had just dawned on you since arriving he hadn’t smoked or had a cigar in his hand all day?

“I was just thinking I haven’t seen one cigar or ashtray, what’s up with that?”

“Don’t want the house smelling of cigar smoke, plus I’m trying to cut down” He ran his hand over his face, he looked tired you wanted to tell him to come to bed and not necessarily on his own. Stop now.

“I like the smell if I’m honest, I’ve got used to it over the years haha” the laugh was a nervous one, oh please just shut up and go to bed you told yourself he obviously wants some alone time to smoke and have a drink. Price laughed as he raised his eyebrows, so you didn’t mind the smell of his cigars eh?. He went round to the other side of the island grabbing his cigar box and a bottle of Macallan 18 he placed them on the counter and as he reached for two short glasses, he noticed you shuffling towards the double doors.

“I’m gonna head up, leave you to it, Night John” you gave him a little smile as you turned out into the hallway. Just the one glass then he thought.

 “Night kid, sweet dreams…”

*********

2:30 am

You had been in and out of consciousness since getting in bed even though this bed was better than your own, the sheets were softer the pillows plumper you just couldn't fully switch off. You decided you were going to go downstairs and make yourself a tea Price had mentioned the different teabags he had bought for the weekend, maybe there was a camomile one? You knew it wouldn’t help. You knew what would, but you weren’t even going there. You made your way out of your room, it was a bit chilly but you chose to leave your hoodie in the room you would be back up in 10mins you thought.

You stopped outside Price’s room, would he be up? You listened for signs of movement, silence. You carried on down the stairs.

You opened the double doors slowly not wanting to make a sound you closed them silently behind you. The door to the snug shut, probably locked you thought. You switched the counter spotlights on and flip the kettle on grabbing your cup from the draining board and tried to remember where Price had said the flavored tea bags were. You decided to open all the cupboards you would find them eventually after you had opened nearly every one of them you remembered they weren’t in a cupboard they were in a draw!

“The draw next to the toaster!” You shouted by mistake, instantly slapping your hands over your mouth! The room to the snug creaked open. Shit.

  *********

 2:15 am

Price had been sat in the snug for longer than he had wanted to, he was more than halfway into the bottle of whisky and he had finished his cigar long ago, the embers now tiny flicks of light. His mind just wouldn’t stop no matter how many glasses he downed no matter how blurry his vision got. You. That’s all his mind was showing him. It had been replaying earlier in the rain over and over to him, you both crammed into the shelter, you pressed against him, his hands still gripping you tight. The look you had given him, the look that held him in a trance, then the way you had bitten your lip looking at him like you wanted him. He opened his eyes, he felt himself going hard again, he looked at his watch 2:15am no chance of being disturbed. He slid his hand into his pants pulling them down slightly freeing his cock from his boxer shorts. As he stroked himself slowly he imagined you sprawled out in his bed under him, you reaching out for him you wanted him, needed him like he needed you. Your skin soft and hot to the touch, he imagined himself slowly sinking into you till he was buried to the hilt, he gripped himself that little bit tighter as he pumped away, going that little bit faster as the images of you coming undone under him danced in his mind, he let his head fall back as he felt himself coming close

“Fuckkkkk…” he slurred as he whispered your name to himself……in his drunken lust he hadn’t heard the kettle boiling or the cupboards being ransacked…it wasn't until you had shouted did he snap back around realising he wasn’t alone anymore, he quickly pulled his pants up and tucked his still very hard erection into this waistband. Without thinking, he stood up and wandered over to the door, the drink giving him a false sense of sturdiness and coordination. Why was it that his mind was so clear just now imagining you, but now when you were just on the other side of the door in real life did it decide to cloud over in a whisky fuelled haze? He pulled the door open, finding you stood in the kitchen in just a baggy T-shirt. Christ.

“I'm so sorry Boss…I didn’t mean to shout…I couldn’t sleep and remember you had the herbal tea bags and then I couldn’t remember where you said they were and…”

Price walked over to you, the smell of cigar smoke and whisky filled your nose, was he drunk?

“Shtop, listennn dont worry bout it, kid its fineee”

He was drunk.

“How much have you had to drink?” You laughed as he leaned on the island facing you his arms behind him propping him up.

“A few but I’m okkkk” He was trying to act sober you could tell you had only seen him tipsy but never this drunk before. He was looking you up and down, god did he want you the bulge in his waistband straining against the fabric. His eyes fell to the T-shirt you had on even drunk he noticed that it wasn’t just any T-shirt it was one of his, it was the very same T-shirt he had been wearing under all his gear when you both had been shot, he could tell because there was a little hole on the shoulder. Without thinking again he reached forward poking his finger into it. The action took you by surprise as you could feel his fingertip brushing your scared tissue. He glanced down at you taking your hand in his an placed it on his chest under your fingertips you could feel the unmistakable bump of the same scar tissue. He rested his hand flat on top of yours and gave you that eye-crinkling smile. It caused your heart to flutter. You both stood for a few minutes in silence.

“I thought it would be funny…to wear my members-only T-shirt” you said softly as he let go of your hand.

“Nicee touch, I like it” he was really trying to sound sober. You hadn’t realised but he had closed the gap between you both as his hand was now resting on the sink behind you.

“How much have you had to drink?” You couldn’t help the little laugh as he closed his eyes, pretending to count.

“Don’t know, a few ha ha” he was concentrating on your face you must have been a blur to him. What was he doing? What were you doing?

“You know kidd I’ve bin meanin to get somethin off my chesttt” he looked away as if trying to muster the words. Was he really going to tell you how he had been feeling recently, how he thought something had changed between you? Before he could continue you placed your hand on his arm.

“Not now…let’s both get some sleep an wait till morning and if you still want to get it off your chest, we will talk how does that sound?”

He sighed you were right, even drunk he knew you were right and he would only balls up what he wanted to say anyway.

“Yeh your right, less talk in the mornin” Price dropped his head his face was a few inches from yours the smell of spilled whisky on his beard an the earthy cigar smoke on his tongue filled your lungs you wanted it to coat them. You rubbed little circles on his arm feeling the tight muscles under his skin, the little scars where the hair hadn’t grown back fully. You looked up at him, his head still bowed looking at the floor you studied his face the soft dark lashes that framed his dark blue eyes which were now staring at you.

“I’m sorry kid, shouldn’t let you see me like this ha ha not very Captain of me!”

 You chuckled, looking out the window behind you.

“If anything it makes you more human to me, it shows your vulnerability John”

God he really did love you calling him by his name, he smiled at you.

“Right let's head up to bed, you first I’ll shut the doors behind me come on” you put your hand on his back to steer him towards the double doors opening then before he crashed through them.

“Easy!! Don’t want Kyle waking up as well”

He comically shushed himself as you closed the doors behind you both. You had to hold in the laugh or else you would have set him off.

In the dark you pushed him by the back up the stairs, to be honest, if he did fall back there wasn't much you would be able to do. You ushered him to his room, stepping in to turn on the bedside lamp so as to not blind the two of you. Price walked right past you and flopped into bed as he did he knocked over an empty glass on the side, luckily his room was carpeted so it only bounced and rolled under the bed, you looked over at him his huge mass nearly taking up the whole king size bed, but if you moved his arm you thought, there was a nice little spot just right for you to curl up in? Stop it.

“Right I'm off to bed are you going to be ok? I don’t need to put you in the recovery position, do I?” You leaned over him just to check.

“I'll be fine…get in bed…” he had an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the light. You contemplated just getting in next to him, for his safety in case he swallowed his tongue? But thought best not in case Kyle woke to find you walking across the landing back to your room. Turning the light off, you bent down to pick the glass up from underneath his bed.

“I'm going, night John…sweet dreams” you smiled up at him as you found the glass, but something was underneath it, something silky. You pulled it out along with the glass.

Once from under the bed you knew exactly what it was, it was a pair of black silk knickers. You felt as though a hole had been punched through your gut and hollowed out. You looked down at them the bile rising in your chest. “you and Kyle are the first real guests I had since getting the place liveable” the words taunting in your head. “Well, I haven’t been totally alone…remember that Doc from Ireland? She’s been up to see the house it wasn’t finished not even watertight, but she came for a visit,”

 Had he lied to you? Yeh, he had lied to you. You could feel yourself getting angry, but you didn’t really have a right to be jealous of him…sleeping with another woman…he wasn't yours…he was just your Captain wasn't he? But it was more that he had lied and also it was probably with that stupid bitch doctor. That thought stung like a thorn in your side. You felt like a silly little girl. Is that how he saw you? Call you friend but keep you closer…keep you on a short leash, close to him, his little toy Tank?

 You put them back where you had found them, and placed the glass on the side and made your way to the door.

 “Night, love, sweet dreams”

 “Night John”

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Get To Know Me

Thank youuuuu @gukieater for the tag ❤❤ I enjoyed reading your answers!!!

I want to lighten things up a little from the past few days soooooo let's get itttttt~

when is your birthday?

March 14🥰 aka pi dayyy

what is your favorite color?

Peach!

what's your lucky number?

3 and 7 dk why just always been my fav and lucky

do you have any pets?

A bichon frise ❤ she my bestie fa life

how tall are you?

5'4 or 165 cm I think?!?!

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Uh a lot of ones that i dont use but most used is 3 or 4

favorite song?

I don't have a fav song, but at the moment I really love In My Arms by Plumb :))

favorite movie?

Lord. Of. The. Rings. Hands down the best films ever made.

what would be your ideal partner?

Someone that genuinely loves me for who I am and will accept my faults. Someone who is raw and real with me, and will always be there for me. Someone loyal and caring. And funny hehe. Someone that makes me a better me

do you want children?

Absolutely I do!!! People think I'm crazy but I want LOTS of kiddos. And I want to adopt and foster too if I can.

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Nooope, I'm a good girl 😉

what color socks are you wearing?

No sockies rn I'm afraid :(

bath or shower?

Mmm, efficiency wise shower. But comfort wise, bath. Idk why but I've always been scared of taking a shower since I was a kid. I deal with it now.

favorite type of music?

Pop. Specifically kpop but ya know.

how many pillows do you sleep with?

One, sometimes two

which position do you sleep in?

I flippity flop all over, left side right side left side back right side back left side

what dont you like when you're sleeping?

Clothes.

I cant stand any clothes on me at all. Like literally not even undies. I sleep buck booty neked, sorry tmi.

what do you have for breakfast?

Depends. My favorite is maple oatmeal with fresh cut up apples and cinnamon 🤩

have you ever tried archery?

Indeed I have. Funny story. I was shooting arrows in our backyard when I was about 12 or 13, and a wasp got under my arm and took a literal bite out of my arm. Like there was a chunk missing. That's how we found out I was allergic 🥴

favorite fruit?

Cherriessssss

favorite swear word?

Banana, donut, walnut, and walnart

do you have any scars?

Yeh. A few. One very very very very very faint one on me arm from my sis which was an accident.l, it might actually have disappeared idk. And one on my hand from glass. It's pretty small tho. And some I dont want to elaborate on but yeah

are you a good liar?

I can be if I need to be. It makes me physically ill tho.

what your personality type?

Uhhh I'm shy. And uhh, I like to take care of people, and im pretty silly once you get to know me. I'm loyal as a dog.

what's your favorite type of girl?

Every girl 🥺 just girls who are themselves and genuine

left or right handed?

Righttttt

favorite food?

Korean and Chinese

are you clean or messy?

Both lol

favorite foreign food?

Besides korean and chinese... Indian! I love butter chicken 😭😭

how long does it take for you to get ready?

Very much quick.

most used phrase?

I feel sick.

I'm so stressed out.

HAHAHAHAHA OH NO THATS SAD

are you a good singer?

I'm not the worst but I ain't no dolly Parton

do you sing to yourself?

Heck yeah baby. Well mostly to my dog.

biggest fear?

Losing my loved ones, including my doggo

do you like long or short hair?

On me? Long, but once I had shoulder length hair and it was beautiful.

are you into gossips?

No. F that.

extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

favorite school subject?

Meh. Reading and writing lol

what makes you nervous?

Boys.

Men.

They scare me.

And cool girls.

who was your first real crush?

Ok HAHAHAHAHHA I HAD TWO. One was the neighbor boy and his name was Jacob. He was so so so cute my goodness and we made cherry cobbler together 😳🥴 and one was at my dance school, his name was Kimber. My laaaaaaaawd he was cute. But never spoke to him lmaoooo he was too cool for me. But once he was making funny faces at me and being goofy and I swooned.

how many piercings do you have?

0. They always got infected no matter what I did as a kid, do I gave it up.

how fast can you run?

I can run faster than you'd think if somethings chasing me but I won't get very far before my asthmatic lungs kill me.

what makes you angry?

Bullies.

Abusive fuckheads.

Cheaters.

do you like your own name?

I do I do I dooooo

do you like your own name?

I'm not sure why this is twice but I'll count this one as last name. Funny, I got so bullied for my last name my entire life, even the professor in college mocked me. Its embarrassing to say to people. But I'm learning to be okay with it.

what are your weaknesses?

I get overwhelmed easily bc I overthink things.

I have a hard time asking for help.

what are your strengths?

Perseverance

Loyalty

And ohhhhhh idk, I'm not good at this.

what is the color of your bedspread?

Peach hehe

color of your room?

White. Lolol

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

This was fun!!! Got a lil deeper than I thought I would on some but ya know, you're my honeybunches so idc.

I'll tag; @flowerprincejin @moo-mama @today-we-will-survive @gaeguuliii @sierra-fics @jinfused @krystle1990

[perfecting-procrastination]

Hotel - Zabdiel (Part 1)

SO I HAVE FINISHED MY ESSAYS TODAY AND I AM FREE NOW. So decided to start off with a little teaser fic, I was thinking to do a second part to this. So let me know what you guys think! Sorry if it isn’t great I am defo trying my best! 

[]- Reader’s thoughts

Tagging: @ionlyloveuinthemiddleofthenight​ @estefania723​ @ericksmamita​ @undeadspazzattack​

Warning: 18+

Morning

It was going to be the biggest night of your life, the day you finally got to see your idols live and you couldn't wait any longer. You travelled quite away from home and decided to stay at a nice hotel for the night near the venue just to treat yourself. Fortunately, you and your friend underestimated how nice the hotel was, as you walked through you realised how well polished the place was. It just made you both twice the more excited. You finally reached your hotel room and you both got yourself settled down. Victoria took a minute and looked towards you, "Oh my God this hotel is so nice, I was not expecting this!". "You can say that again, haha." you responded laughing. You paused and then said "I cant wait for tonight Vicky, its going to be insane". She nodded back and jumped in excitement. Tonight was going to be amazing and you both were so ready for it. You both began to unpack your small bags and have a look at what outfit you guys should wear tonight. You laid down your brand new cream coloured CNCOxForever 21 cropped hoodie with a black lace bodysuit and some high-waisted dark blue jeans that were extremely complimentary of your curves, "This is so cute, what do you think Vicky?". "Yas! I love it girl, Zabdiel will most definitely notice you in that sis" she said while smirking and winking. "Yeh right, there are going to be thousands of girls bro ! Very unlikely" You said smiling to yourself. Secretly you hoped that it would be true, just to have that beautiful man notice only you while surrounded by thousands of other girls would be an absolute dream. After you both picked your outfits you both decided to have a shower and get your makeup on. As Victoria headed to the shower you heard the noise of people checking into their room next door, you could hear the faint sounds of male voices laughing and teasing eachother. You then moved your attention to the time and decided to start getting ready. You grabbed your bluetooth speaker and instantly put on your CNCO tunes on. 

"Tu fuego me sube, me baja como te conviene A mí se me nota que quiero lo mismo que quieresYeah, you're looking so rude, looking at me (Yeah) Baby, that rude girl thing, work, work it on me Cerquita donde pueda oírte y hacer que te quedes (Yeah) Oh mi, oh my God I give my best, you deserve it Oh mi, oh my God 'Cause you got me countin' the ways"

Afternoon

You were always so slow at getting ready and Vicky was always so quick. "Y/N! I am so hungry girl, can we go get food?" Victoria said while rubbing her belly with a pouty face. You were still adding your final touches to your makeup and look towards Vicky, "I am so down girl but I still got to do a couple of things though, is there anyway you could go alone and maybe bring something back?". She looked at me and saw that you still needed to do your mascara along with brushing and drying your hair. "Alright Y/N, tell me your order and ill go somewhere" Victoria said while getting her phone out ready to write my order down in notes while you were applying your mascara. After Victoria got my order down she grabbed her car keys and made her way to the door, "I am going to drive to a Mcdonald's drive-thru, I think there is one like 15 mins away but it is rush hour time so I might be a little longer sis. You better be ready when I'm back, OK?!". You nodded back at her with a smile. Victoria then smiled and closed the door behind her.

"I only love you in the middle of the night That's when you're on my mind Every time I get the feeling I can't fight And I know it just ain't rightAl borde de perderte otra vez Ahora que estás tan dentro de mi piel No sé qué puedo hacer si estás con él But for now we just pretend"

You unwrapped the towel on your head and let your still damp hair go free. A notification pinged on your phone and you saw that one of the boys updated their instagram stories. You desperately grabbed your mobile to unlock and see what they could be up to. The story was on Joel’s account and he was taking a video of the guys at rehearsals for tonight. However, you noticed that Zabdiel wasn't there which is strange. You dismissed it and put your phone down to go get the hair dryer. *Knock, Knock*

You stopped on your way to the bedside, and thought that it might have been Victoria maybe she forgot something as its only been 5 minutes and she wouldn't have been that quick. You walk over in your robe that's barely covering your light blue lacy lingerie that you were wearing. "Jesus what have you forgotten Victoria, you muppet!" You open the door and turn around instantly to start going towards the bedside again. Not even noticing who was at the door. "I am nearly ready alright just about to dry my hair, so don't hassle me okay!" you shouted. Then a low raspy voice said "Err.. Lo siento, but I left my key in my room and got locked out. I just need to charge my phone so I can order an Uber.". You stopped and took a minute to process the events. You thought to yourself, [I have heard that voice from somewhere why do I recognise it]. You turn around and realised that it was ZABDIEL DE JESUS. [Why was he in your room? how did it happen? is this a dream?]. While looking at him you noticed that he was looking you up and down hungrily, [What is he looking at?]. You look down and realised how loose the robe was around your body, and that you basically had your all your lingerie on display. You quickly wrapped the robe around tighter so it covered your body. You walked over to him and tried to maintain your sanity. "Sorry, I thought you were my friend. What happened?" you said mortified. He smirked and said "Yeah, sorry again didn't mean to disturb you haha. Basically, I forgot a few things in my room earlier so I came back to get them. But then I walked out the door, leaving my key in the room. And I just need to charge my phone for a second so I can order an Uber to come get me as I am performing tonight". You looked at him starstruck, [I am definitely dreaming, this isn't real]. "Urm yeh sure, my charger is on the bedside" You mumbled while still processing. He walked through and went over to the bedside, plugging his phone in. You then closed the door and followed him into the room. Zabidel was sat down on the bed, patiently wait for his phone to turn on again. His blonde hair looked incredible, all you could think about was running your fingers through it and tugging at it with screams of pleasure. You were staring at him intently, biting your lip just thinking of all the things you both could do at the moment. For months all you have thought about was having Zabdiel alone in a room with you. Zabdiel then looked up to you, "You okay, nena?". You snapped out of it and nodded hastily.  He laughed, he knew that he was making you weak and he was literally doing nothing. "So whats your name?", he questioned. "Its Y/N, and yours?",  you already knew his name but you did not want him knowing that. "Its Zabdiel" he said smiling. You both waited in silence until..

"Niña, tanto tiempo ¿Qué estás haciendo? ¿Qué es de tu vida? (Yeah, yeah) Dicen que estás sufriendo Creo que tengo Una salida"

Your eyes widened, [oh shit, A CNCO SONG HAS COME ON AND ZABDIEL'S SOLO IS PLAYING AND HES RIGHT HERE. He is going to think I am a crazed fan, fuck what do I do]. Zabdiel turned his head to the speaker and laughed. He then looked up towards you, "Good song, don't you think?". [Is he trying to catch me out?, If I break character and turn into crazy fan girl mode he will be out the door in minutes]. You took in a deep breath, "Yeh, its alright I guess". He laughed and stood up. "Why is it only alright? What part do you not like?" he said with a smirk. You could feel your self getting damp, he was so hot and you couldn't contain yourself. You could see his eyes going dark from desire as he could tell you were suffering. You took a moment and looked up to him, as he was so tall when he was stood up in front of you. You bit your lip and said "I guess the first solo is a bit average, wouldn't you say?". Zabdiel could tell what game you were playing and he was loving every moment of it. Zabdiel placed a hand above you on the wall, closed in towards your face, placing another hand around your waist. "So you think I am average then?" he said while intently staring at your lips. You placed a hand on his chest, slowly dragging your finger downwards until you reached his belt and gave it a light tug. "Unless you can prove to me otherwise, then yes" you said cheekily.  He smirked and removed his hand from your waist. Zabdiel in one swift move undid the tie on your robe, and the robe dropped to the floor. Zabdiel took a moment to look at your body in the beautiful blue lacy lingerie and it was killing him. Zabdiel looked into your eyes again and started to kissed you. Your tongues were moving in sync with one another and it was magical. He was such a good kisser and you just wanted more. You grabbed Zabdiels spare hand and moved it towards your core, hoping Zabdiel will play along. Zabdiels breaks from the kiss for a second,  "Mmm Nena, someone is needy". You look at him annoyed, wanting some kind of touch or release, you were becoming desperate. "Please" you mumbled. He smiled and moved his large hands towards your heat, slowly rubbing on it through the laced underwear. That material is making everything more frustrating, you just wanted his touch. Zabdiel could feel how soaked you were and knew you wanted his long fingers pumping in and out of you. You began to moan from frustration. This lit a fire in Zabdiel and you could tell it was getting him really turned on from the obvious hard on he had. Zabdiel then slid underneath the underwear and started to move his fingers along your soaked folds. "Zabdiel, More. Now." You finally demanded. Zabdiel looked towards you and moved his other hand from the walk and entangled it in your damp hair. He sharply tugged it back and moved his lips to your ear, "What made you think you can demand things from me, Necesitas saber tu lugar and I am going to show you it". Zabdiel then thrusted his two long fingers inside of you, stretching you out instantly. You screamed out in pleasure. You could feel the knot in your stomach was going to come undone just from that. He was killing you and you knew it. Zabdiel was not holding back, he attacked your neck while pumping you rapidly. "I'm so close Zabdiel, please let me cum" you screamed. Zabdiel pulled you hair even harder and whispered into your ear "Cum for me princesa". Those words set you off and you felt yourself let go. You were moaning so loudly from pleasure you were worried that the people from the other rooms might complain. Zabdiel started to slow the pace down so you could come down slowly from your high. Zabdiel then removed his fingers and placed them into his mouth sucking off all the juices you left for him. You took a deep breath and said "That was incredible". Zabdiel laughed and looked towards you, "Better than average?". You nodded and smiled back at him feeling your cheeks getting red. Zabdiel took his phone off charge and unlocked it. "I have to go back because the boys will get suspicious. So your obviously coming to the concert tonight so let me have your number because I want to see you later bonita" Zabdiel said before leaning in and giving you a deep kiss. [Is Zabdiel seriously asking me for my number like WTF is this REAL?]. You smiled and said "Yeh sure its ........". Zabdiel noted it down and walked towards the door. "See you later princesa" Zabdiel said with a little wink and a wave. He then closed the door behind him and you laid down on your bed. You were in shock about it all. Your idol came into your room, made you orgasm and then asked for YOUR number. It was a lot to process and you couldn't wait for later as you knew it was going to be the best night of you life. And you weren't just talking about the concert.

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Crackdown Ch. 4

Chapter 4: Where Loyalties Lie

Summary: The heroes get to sit down with Yan, Bim, and Illinois and find that Dark and Wilford probably weren’t the terrible parents they thought they were.

A/N: It’s done. I’m done. Hope you guys enjoy it, it was a beast to write.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4

While the first half of their operation went almost uncannily easily. The second part wasn’t. Almost all the heroes had initially thought that living with a murderous demonic mobster and a murder happy madman would have counted as a horrible traumatic incident that they would have been happy to get away from.

They were wrong, apparently all three of them had glowing things to say about both parents.

Patton was in with Abe and Jackie, trying to get information out of Yan. King immediately cut them off from talking to Yan when she started crying and wanting to call Wil. She did get to call him but the Host reassured the heroes that they weren’t going to get anything out of her.

Bing was in talking to Bim, Oliver watching the building for security. “Come dude, you killed them, just admit it.”

“What part about I want my fucking lawyer don’t you understand?” Bim shouted back.

King was standing outside the room with his head in his hand. “Nice to see he hasn’t changed.”

“Was he like this when you were kids?” Silver asked.

“Yeah, he was always a bit of a spoiled brat,” King frowned. “Wil pretty much gave him anything he wanted, and for a while he was an only kid and was always kinda an attention whore.”

“Sounds like hell,” Silver commented. “Why’d Dark and Wil get five more kids if they could barely handle one?”

“Don’t know,” King shrugged. “Dark told us a story once about Bim being taken once and how we didn’t have to talk to other kids because statistically we had to like at least one of our siblings. Personally I think he was just a bit of a control freak.”

“Is that why you left?” Silver asked.

King sighed, “You know, Dark’s a piece of shit boss and I hated working for him, but he wasn’t actually a bad dad, never let me take the work home even if I wanted to.”

Silver just looked at him, “Did he get kids just to work in the Network?”

“No,” King corrected firmly. “For a long time we weren’t allowed to even ask about what he did. We knew he worked in his office from home or at the warehouses, and that was it. Hell, Dark didn’t even allow us to watch Wil’s show, you know, because he killed people on it.”

“Then how’d you wind up working for him?” Silver asked.

“It kinda just happened,” King answered. “Artie and Illinois started getting interested and I tagged along with Illy a lot, so when he started pestering Dark, I joined in and Dark suddenly found he had a vacancy as an assistant, not that that job existed before I asked him. He hated the idea of someone else with their hands on his work.”

“He treated you guys good, right?” Silver asked. “Never seemed like the type of guy to be a caring father.”

“He and Wil were miles and leagues better than the foster homes I’d been in before,” King answered, before looking away. “I’m getting some coffee.”

King walked over, as Bing was coming out of the room.

“Ok, so the little dude totally lawyered up and we’re at a standstill,” Bing said. “Dude’s obviously been coached on how ta talk when he’s arrested but I think we’ve enough ta go somewhere. He’s acting a bit off, I think he might be on somethin’ but we need more ta be able ta do a drug test, and e’en then it might come back a false positive because ‘a Wil.”

“You know how they’re doing with the third little boy scout?”

“Marv was goin’ on an’ on about brainwashin’ so who know how that’s going,” Bing threw his hands up and shrugged. “I’m gonna check on Ollie, see if Googs is givin’ him any trouble.”

Silver found Amy standing outside the second interrogation room, Yan had been in that room but after her failed questioning she’d been put in her cell and Illy was moved in instead.

“How’s it going?” Mark asked, watching an arguing match.

“Probably shouldn’t have let Marvin’s talk to him,” Amy sighed.

“We know he was doin’ magic on yeh?” Marvin argued.

“You get off your high horse!” Illinois shouted back.

“Where’s Eric?” Silver asked.

“With Ollie,” Amy frowned, “Eric not talking to anyone except for him and King, he sure isn’t talking to Abe or Marvin.”

“Yep, tapping in,” Silver decided, walking in. “Marv—”

“You all can shove it,” Illinois decided, continuing to escalate the situation. “I don’t care if Artie and Kay are working with you, I don’t care whatever teen rebellion phase they’re in, I don’t care if you call me crazy and lock me up in the same cell as Yancy. None of you cared when Kay and I were being bounced between places, no one cared about us except for Dark. I am living the life I dreamed about and thought I’d never get as a kid. I get to travel the world and go to all these amazing places.”

“Dark is a demon who manipulates people,” Marvin reminded.

“I’m not crazy and Dark is not forcing me into living in the Manor, it’s my home, and I am not lying and saying that the person who took me in and protected me was an abusive monster, because he wasn’t!”

Illinois angrily sat down, “You fuckers want anything else, you can talk to my lawyer.”

After that, Illinois seemed to calm down enough and they had to move him back to his cell, it was Wilford’s anti-magic cell. So because there was one cell, all three of the siblings were in there, Bim sitting on the cot, and Yan in the chair as Illinois walked around and studied the cell.

“This is so stupid, why are we even still here?” Bim’s faint aura was curled around him like a coat that was two sizes too big for him. Yan was poking at it inquisitively, making Bim swat at her hands. “Stop that.”

“It’s cool,” Yan smiled, not listening to him. “It’s like the Old Man’s. How long have you had that?”

“Dad has an aura too, you know,” Bim put his foot in-between her and his aura.

“Wil’s aura isn’t grey,” Illinois reminded.

Bim glared at Illinois, “You got something to say against Dad?”

“Not to your Dad, we need to get out of here,” Illinois reminded coldly.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bim grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Then all three of them went quiet and Illinois was thankful for the moment to think.

“Hey, Ills?” Bim started, his tone different.

“What?” Illinois took a self-calming breath.

“This a bad time to mention I’m hungry?” Bim admitted.

Illinois resisted the urge to bang his head on the bars, “What type?”

“The other one,” Bim replied.

“How bad?” Illinois turned to look at him, the younger brother still looked human which was good.

“A five,” Bim offered. “It was a two before they started messing with my aura.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll get you someone when we get out of here,” Illinois promised, despite wanting to bang his head against the bars and scream in frustration.

Anything else Illinois and Bim might have continued to talk about was stalled when the Host walked in, his bandages more than a bit stained with blood.

“Can we help you?” Bim asked, his tone more than a bit hostile, and his attention laser focused on the man’s blood.

Illinois had been studying the newcomer and some things stuck out. The long coat and bloody bandages, a sharp smile. Things that had plagued Arthur’s dreams as abstract and dark nightmares he’d confided in Illy before he ran away one day, and a figure that was stalking the young author’s mind. But there was something familiar about the person in front of him. “Author?”

“The Author is dead, the Host reawoke in his body,” the Host explained. “He encountered an enemy of the Entity’s that he should not have tried to fight alone.”

Yan stiffened as if she’d been shot or hit.

Bim chuckled a bit nervously, “Nah, come on, this asshole’s lying, there’s no way Artie’s actually dead, he was a tough piece ‘a shit.”

“As much as he would have appreciated such a barbed compliment,” the Host smiled, “the Author cannot come back. The Host is what remains.”

“So Host,” Illinois stayed between Host and his other two siblings. “You working with the heroes.”

“Yes,” Host answered. “He has been helping to keep the Entity out of the heroes’ base.”

“Why?” Illinois demanded.

“Because the Host has a conscious and no hero worship of the Entity,” the Host answered. “Unlike the Author or Illinois.”

“You here to gloat, then?” Illinois asked.

“Partially,” Host reassured, “however the main reason the Host is here now is to pass along a message from the Entity.”

“Really?” Illinois said in disbelief.

The Host gave a big smile, “Yes, the Host had the ability to speak and make a deal with the Entity from massacring the city’s police department in actuality instead of merely daydreaming about doing so.”

“So what’s the message then?” Yan asked.

“Three hours,” the Host told the three young enforcers.

“What?” Yan asked as Illinois didn’t dare break eye contact with the Host.

“The Entity will post bail for Illinois, Bim, and Yan,” the Host commented, “in exactly three hours from the time he made the deal with the Host. So the three siblings now have two hours and forty-five minutes.”

“You asshole,” Illinois spat, turning to gently nudge Yan off her chair. “Tell him we’ll do it in under one.”

The Host smiled, “The Host wishes them the best of luck. The heroes will not let them escape so easily.”

Turning, the Host left, his narrations following him out,

“Three hours?” Bim grumbled to Illinois. “Great, you’re not letting us take that are you?”

Illinois tapped the chair a couple times before slamming it onto the ground and breaking it into pieces, “You shouldn’t want to take it.”

The older enforcer handed a chair each to both Yan and Bim. Bim looked at it with disgust. “I want my knife.”

“We’ll worry about getting your knife after we get out of this cell,” he promised and then took the fourth chair leg and waited for a guard to come back into their cell to guard them before throwing the sharp piece of metal at him.

Silver was staring out towards the parking lot. Dark was standing out there, anyone who had attempted to approach him had been attacked. Now he was just out there, occasionally glancing at his watch. Oliver has nervously reported that Google was in the area before hiding behind Bing, but Silver hadn’t spotted him yet.

Eric was waiting by the door, glaring at Marvin who was readying one of the spikes that Chase had tried to use on Dark earlier.

“Okay so I know the first one didn’t work, but this one should do the trick,” Marvin smiled.

“Host said he won’t attack,” Silver reminded, still staring at Dark.

“Right, trust a demon, sounds like a great idea,” Marvin rolled his eyes, before looking at Eric. “Hey kid, yah know one ‘a his kids, anythin’ we should be aware ‘a?”

Eric’s glare became angrier.

“Hey, Marv, maybe you shouldn’t bring up the boyfriend,” Silver offered.

“His boyfriend’s an international criminal,” Marvin reminded.

“G-Go to hell!” Eric shouted at him.

“Eh, it’s a borin’ place,” Marvin dismissed. “Let me at Damien, I’ll pry Dark off of him.”

“At least wait until he attacks,” Silver ordered. “We need all the help we can get, including the element of surprise.”

The three of them stopped when they heard a scream from deeper into the station. Their communicators crackled to life.

“Fookin’ shite!” Chase yelled at someone on his side of the communicator. “He’s not fookin’ human, stop him.”

“Average, the hell’s goin’ on?” Marvin demanded.

“They’re escaping, an’ I think I know where Bim’s victims have been going,” Chase answered.

“Guard the door,” Silver told Marvin. “Anybody got eyes on them?”

“They’re headed your way, Silv,” Amy reported.

Sure enough Silver could see Illinois walking down the hallway, dusting off his hat.

“Illy!” Eric shouted in excitement.

“Hey, dulcito,” Illinois winked, pulling out what looked like a solid white baton from inside his hat, “you mind stepping away from them, I don’t want you hit on accident.”

“You need to go back to your cell,” Silver corrected, watching Yan and Bim walk over. The real concern was Bim, who had blood running down his chin and staining his suit, his pupils blown wide open and his suit a bit ripped up.

“You hit the one to the left, and I’ll stomp your ankle in,” Illinois threatened Bim.

“No promises,” Bim grinned, way too many sharp teeth to be anything close to human.

“Fine,” Illinois grumbled.

“How’d yah get out ‘a that cell?” Marvin demanded.

“It’s calibrated for Wil, not us,” Illinois answered. “Sorry about the mess we might have made of the place.

“Well I’ve been wanting to try out some new spells,” Marvin said.

Bim stiffened and arched his back, collapsing as he was jolted with a TASER round from Chase’s gun. Chase was bleeding from the head above his eye and his right arm was ripped and bleeding.

“Put that gobshite in a fookin’ straight jacket!” Chase ordered. “An’ a muzzle.”

Bim literally growled out, and Illinois was pulling the studs out as Silver rushed over.

“Come on, come on,” Illinois screwed his eyes shut and ducked.

When he ducked down, Chase pulled the trigger again, but his attention slipped at that second from Illinois to Silver and as a result Silver wound up with a TASER found right in the dead center of his face. It didn’t do any real damage, merely stunning the flying hero.

Silver screamed and Illinois shouted, “Run!”

Bim tried to run for the only person in the vicinity who was bleeding, but Illinois tugged him towards the door.

“No, we’re so close,” Illinois shouted. Bim hissed at him.

“Yer not goin’ anywhere,” Marvin told them, summoning up one of his giant playing card. Yan summoned her katana and dropped into a stance.

“Heads or tails?” Illinois shouted, flipping up a coin into the air.

“What?” Marvin asked in confusion, before just firing as much magic that he could at them, trying to trap them in place.

“Tails!” Illinois called out quickly. The magic beam hit the coin and magically redirected, wrapping around Marvin and the force throwing him out the window.

“Out!” Illinois was dumping what looked like rainbow colored chalk dust in a line on the ground. Silver slammed into some kind of a barrier made by the dust.

Yan was vaulting herself out the window and gasped in joy when she saw Dark.

Illinois breathed in relief when Bim had enough self control to jump through the window instead of attacking Eric.

Right before Illinois could jump through himself, he was grabbed and Eric slammed him into the wall.

“Hey, sweetie,” Illinois smiled at him.

“C-an’t just l-et you three l-leave,” Eric shrugged.

“Ahh, dulcito, you could have just asked for a goodbye kiss,” Illinois smiled, the two of them kissing before Illinois pulled out something that looked like a caulk gun and when he fired it, it shot out a glob of glue that stuck Eric to the wall.

“Illy!” Eric shouted in indignation.

“Sorry sweetheart, I know you got a job and all, and you’re going to be pissed when you find out what Bim did.”

Illinois jumped out the window and smiled at Marvin who was cursing violently.

“Nothing personal,” Illinois smiled. “We tried not to hurt your friends too much.”

“Fook yeh, yah right bastard,” Marvin spat.

Illinois tipped his hat and walked over to Dark, who was mostly ignoring Bim, who was yelling at Dark.

“Time,” Dark announced, looking at his watch as Illinois stopped in front of him. “Forty-five minutes.”

“We do good?” Yan smiled.

“If you were out here, why didn’t you come in to help?” Bim demanded.

“And what would you three have learned?” Dark commented dryly, before finally getting a good look at Bim. “Ahh, you must be hungry.”

“Obviously!” Bim shouted.

Wilford popped into existence, “Am I early?”

He gasped and hugged Yan, “How’d you enjoy your time, princess?”

“I stabbed a man,” Yan smiled, holding her katana up.

The madman laughed, “What about you, Junior?”

“I hated it,” Bim decided it,

“Maybe that will teach you why you need to be careful,” Dark was checking Illinois over as the Host walked out of the station.

“And everything worked out as promised,” the Host smiled.

“I kept my end of the bargain, are they here or not?” Dark growled.

“The Entity must not kidnap the King of the Squirrels or Yancy, unless they want to leave with him,” the Host warned.

“King of the—? Has Kay been the raving lunatic running around the park?” Dark thought on that for a couple seconds, “Fine, but if anything dangerous happens I’ll be forced to protect them how I see fit.”

“The heroes only think the Entity and Wilford are threats,” the Host reminded. “If the Entity will wait and listen, the heroes will not attack.”

Dark was quiet for a couple seconds before nodded, “We need to be quick, your brother is hungry and we’re all overdue to eat actual food.”

The Host nodded, the first thing he did was to help Marvin free himself, Dark summoning Damien’s cane so he would have something to do with his hands. Marvin was always glaring at Dark and Illinois in pure fury.

“Yah know yer kids’ are a pile of shite?” Marvin spat.

“Well there’s no need to be such a poor sport because they came prepared,” Dark smiled, proudly patting Illinois on the shoulder.

Dark became immediately distracted when Silver walked out with King and Yancy, Yancy looking more nervous than King. Something that seemed to make all the other heroes nervous in kind.

“I’ve heard you took over the park?” Dark asked King.

“I did,” King answered. “So stay the hell out of my park, Old Man.”

“Consider it your territory,” Dark promised, “now that I know that it’s yours and not one of those heroes.”

“I am one of the heroes, and I’d appreciate you treating me like one,” King insisted.

“I refuse to plan a way to kill you, full stop,” Dark refused. “The heroes do not deserve you.”

“Well I think they’re great and if you gave them a chance you might like some of them,” King responded.

“Come on, Darky,” Wil smiled, appearing behind King and Yancy, wrapping his arms around them. Both of them reflexively smiled at him. “Don’t they look like they’re having fun. They’re out here living life.”

“Hey, dad, nice to see you again,” King told Wil, rolled his eyes.

“Are they treating you right?” Dark demanded.

“Yeah, I like it there,” King insisted.

“And you would come home if that changed, right?” Dark demanded.

“Yes,” King promised.

“I’d go back ta prison,” Yancy answered.

“Over the Warden’s dead body,” Dark dismissed immediately, Yancy glaring at him.

“Speaking of which, you never talk about how you came into my care,” Dark reminded. “I thought we weren’t mentioning it.”

“We aren’t,” Yancy reminded sharply, but looked more that a bit confused. “I’s only told them about my other folks, not how I’s got ta youse guys.”

Dark looked thoughtful at that, leaning on his cane. “Interesting.”

He turned to look at Bim, “I think I know exactly what to pick up for you Bim. If you’ll be a little patient.”

“As long as I get someone’s heart by the end of it,” Bim hissed.

“Oh don’t worry, you will, we’ve got quite the nasty little mole in my network,” Dark said and opened up a tear in the Void. Wil dove in with Yan, Illinois and Bim following after him.

“I’m very hesitantly trusting you,” Dark reminded the Host. “Don’t let anything happen to them.”

“The Host would not let anything happen to them,” the Host promised.

Dark then turned to the other heroes. “Next time you arrest one of them again, I won’t be so patient.”

“You shouldn’t have raised wanton murderers then,” Silver spat back.

“I’m gonna find a way to banish you,” Marvin promised Dark.

Dark smiled, stepping backwards into the Void, it sent him to a slightly different location than the rest of his family so he could take care of Bim’s newest craving.

And clean house in the process.

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My world’s on fire (how ‘bout yours)

Nat on Fire 9.0.  

Please note that I do not write scat outright, though this fic relies heavily on the idea of it.

Eating disorder tag warning

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It’s not supposed to happen this way.  

Nat rests her cheek on the toilet seat.  It’s gone sticky with either her sweat or her vomit; she doesn’t care much which, and she’s certainly not going to take any steps to find out. Her gorge rises again, and she lets the preemptive saliva run out the side of her mouth.  It hangs in a long rope that refuses to touch down into the cloudy water.  Nat’s sure that if it did, it would part company with her lip, and she could tidy herself up.  But no such luck.  

Her stomach gives an ominous gurgle, and Nat clenches her abdominal muscles.  “No,” she growls, giving the side eye to foil packet of laxatives that didn’t quite make it into the trash can.  It’s the second packet.  Her hands got shaky and her gut started doing somersaults before she could successfully lob it across the tiny bathroom.  

It’s not supposed to happen this way.  

They’re onto her at SHIELD; Fury giving her extra-long stares in meetings, Maria tapping her pen as Nat steps on the scale in her medical debriefs.  Then there’s Steve, who practically lives with her when he’s not called away on missions of his own.  “Just want to make sure you’re alright,” he says.  “Because I care about you,” he says.

Plainly he doesn’t care enough.  He took his bike back to Alexandria after the plane touched down last night, and Nat has seen neither hide nor hair of him since.  Good riddance, she’d thought.  So she’d hopped, skipped, and jumped straight to the pharmacy and loaded up on her favorite brand of laxatives.  They’ve updated the font on the box, and the colors are a little brighter since the decade has changed, but the formulation is the same.  Nat has the ingredients list memorized.  She could probably formulate the medication herself if she had access to all the right -ics and -ates.  

Nat’s rock-hard core can only prevent the inevitable for so long, and when the pit of her stomach begins to feel as though it’s scorching on a bed of hot coals, she reluctantly lets go, leaning forward and letting sourness spill over her tongue again.  

She tastes the plasticky reddish coating.  It’s slightly sweet, and Nat finds herself wondering vaguely how much sucralose is swimming in her stomach.  Or maybe aspartame.  Or even maltitol.  That would be a fitting choice.  She nearly snorts, but it becomes a heave.  A wave of pinkish fluid, chunky with mucous flows into the toilet slowly, almost languidly, as if it’s just dying to choke her on an ill-timed breath.

Nat spits hard, then squeezes her pelvic floor again.  She’ll do just about anything in her power to keep from losing her bowels all over the bathmat.  For a second she considers clawing her way up the tank and plopping down on the toilet seat, but that would be too much effort. And inviting the worst.  No, she’ll stay in her current position, thank you very much.

She’s about to lie the side of her face down again when an infernal buzzing fills her ears.  The bathroom may be the size of a matchbox, but the subway tiling makes it echo like Grand Central Station.  She glances sideways at her phone, balanced on the lip of the bathtub, and rotating slightly with each thrumming vibration.  

It’s Steve’s picture that pops up on the screen, a jaunty shot of him in a leather jacket, standing beside his bike.  Nat scoffs.  The image is practically half a decade in age, but she still feels jealousy along with the pain in the pit of her stomach.  He’s out having fun, or whatever, while she’s cooped up doing... this.

This is her choice, though.  And it’s her choice whether to answer the call.  She bites her lip, tasting a tinge of coppery blood through the sourness and sweetness that are already there.  Nat rolls her eyes, then regrets it almost immediately.  It bypasses making her head hurt and goes straight to her stomach, ramping up the nausea and forcing her to roll to face the mess in the toilet water once more.

The phone stops ringing as she pukes up air and not much else.  Nat sighs in relief, though she’s careful not to relax her body too much.  But her temper spikes again quickly when the devices begins to vibrate again almost immediately.  

“Can’t you just shut the fuck up?” she mumbles, swatting a hand in the phone’s general direction.  The phone stubbornly ignores her.  

“Right.”

Not trusting herself to stray far from the toilet, Nat uses her foot to knock the device onto the floor so she can pick it up.  She snags it in her clammy grip and snorts in distaste before swiping at the green answer button.

“Yeah?” she asks gruffly, hoping the hoarseness in her voice will be lost to a combination of bad mood and bad signal.

“You ok?” Steve asks on the other end of the crackling line.  “I know it’s been a few days.”

Nat wonders if any of her old lines will work on him.  I’ve got the stomach flu, she considers saying.  I ate some bad takeout.

“Having a smoke,” she decides on.  At least it’ll explain the note of guilt in her voice.  

“In the bathroom?” Steve asks.  Of course he can hear the echo.  Of course he can.

Nat struggles to think on her feet.  “Gotta avoid the smoke detectors somehow.”  She tries to grin, but loosening her mouth makes other parts of her body loose as well.  She clenches again and bares her teeth.

“Want me to come over?  Between the two of us we can probably rewire it--”

“No,” Nat interrupts.  The only reason she hasn’t already done so is because the place is a rental.  On the very real chance that a spark from her gun or the ash from a joint hit the carpet, she doesn’t want to be in trouble with management.  She decides to throw in a touch of shade, just for good measure.  “Like I’d need your help with a project like that.”

“Oh.  Sure.”  Steve sounds properly chagrined. “But still, I could pick up something.  Korean barbecue, or something.”

Nat tries not to spill her guts again.  From any direction.  “I don’t like barbecue.  From any country,” she says snootily.  

“Right...”  She can tell Steve’s trying to fact check her.  “But weren’t you at Clint’s thing--?”

“I don’t like it,” Nat insists, which probably does the opposite of any good.  She just doesn’t feel well enough to come up with any other excuses.  Best to keep beating the last horse till it’s well and truly deceased.  Unfortunately, this brings up an image of ground equine like she’s seen in European factories, covered in a generous serving of Carolina’s best concoction of tomato and brown sugar.

Nat pulls the phone from her ear to her cleavage and heaves hard.  For a moment everything hangs in limbo, and she’s not sure where the sickness in the pit of her stomach is going to come from next.  But then with another cough, it’s all down her chin and speckled across the toilet seat, pink and gluey.

“Nat?”  Steve’s muffled voice asks, the phone buzzing in time with his words and sending minute vibrations through her shirt and into her very skin.  “You ok?  What’s going on?”

She has a split second to decide what to say.  If she hangs up, he’ll be onto her in a second.  If she makes an excuse, will he buy it?  Can she claim PMS?  Has she told him yet that she’s infertile?  Nat clenches her abs and glutes as she tries to remember.

“Natasha?”

“I’m just sick,” she says guiltily, hanging her head in mock shame that feels more than real.  

“I thought you were smoking...”  He’s suspicious now.  Nat can practically see the concerned crease between Steve’s eyebrows.

“I was.”  Nat breathes through a cramp.  “I just, uh, it’s been too long.  Turned my stomach.”

She’s surprised when Steve starts to laugh.  “Hm.  Yeah,” he says with a chuckle.  “I know how that is.  Only happened to me about twenty times before Buck finally banned me from cigarettes...”  He sounds almost wistful now.

“Yeh.”  Nat does her best to agree while swallowing another rising gag.

“You want me to come?  Best remedy there is to have something to eat.  Maybe rice and egg drop soup?” Steve offers.  “I promise to leave the barbecue there.”

Nat would smile if she thought she could.  Maybe.  Possibly.  She hasn’t yet decided.  What she can do is grimace as her lower abdomen begins to twist in a manner of more familiar discomfort.

“Nah,” she whispers, trying not to gasp in pain.  “I think I’m just gonna go to bed.”

Steve sighs over the other end of the line.  He pauses, then says, “Ok.  Later, then?”

Nat knows she isn’t getting off the hook.  Best she can do is keep him away long enough to let her empty out in peace.  She doesn’t know how long it’ll take.  Hours, possibly.  

She doesn’t know what time it is, but Nat assumes it’s close to the lunch hour, since it’s light outside and Steve’s so hell bent on food.  “Maybe dinner?” she poses.  

“Sure,” Steve says with what can only be described as a sigh as relief.  It must confirm to him that she’s not too far gone.  

Nat’s pleased with what she’s managed to do, but now guilt squeezes her gut and threatens to make her sick all over again.  

“Eight, maybe?” Steve suggests.  “I’ll bring the food.”

“Yeah, ok.”  Nat’s mouth is watering again, but not with anticipation of the meal to come.  She wants to get off the phone before she vomits again, or, god forbid, before her body decides to do anything else.  “Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

“Ok.  See you.” Nat lowers the phone and presses the red button before Steve finishes saying goodbye.

“Ok,” she sighs, lowering her forehead to the toilet seat again.  “Ok.”  She glances down at her phone again to check the time.  Just under seven hours to go.  It’s more than enough time.  She’ll be fine.  

Nat considers bolting across the tiny studio to crack the window and air the place out, but her stomach drops again, and she knows she won’t make it in time.  Oh well.  Just another thing to do later, then.  Along with cleaning up.  Getting dressed.  Readying the disaster of an apartment for favorite unwanted houseguest.  

Because for fuck’s sake, it’s not supposed to happen this way. 

[hualicn]

50 questions tag

okay this was pretty fun!! i was tagged by @gunsatthaphan thanks for tagging me!! i didnt proofread these so good luck lol

1.      what color is your hairbrush?: so my hair is too short to really brush but before I shaved it all off I used a blue hairbrush lol

2.      name a food you never eat: I honestly will eat anything?? Sometimes ill pick out tomatos and not eat those I guess

3.      are you typically too warm or too cold?: I am sweaty 24/7

4.      what were you doing 45 minutes ago?: baking a cake for my friends birthday J 

5.      what’s your favorite candy bar?: I feel like I always choose a different candy bar, last I had was twix 

6.      have you ever been to a professional sports game?: yeah ive sat on the field during an la galaxy game once

7.      what’s the last thing you said out loud?: “by the way theres donuts inside”

8.      what’s your favorite ice cream?: hmm I like mostly any Tillamook brand ice cream rn all im thinking is the marionberry pie one 

9.      what was the last thing you had to drink?: kamboucha it was strawberry coconut flavor

10.    do you like your wallet?: this one is so random haha I mean yeah it’s a simple brown wallet

11.    what’s the last thing you ate?: a donut

12.    did you buy any new clothes last weekend?: just got some shorts from goodwill actually

13.    what’s the last sporting event you watched?: probably the superbowl?? Televised ofc

14.    what is you favorite flavor of popcorn?: kettle corn slaps

15.    who’s the last person you sent a text to?: strictly text and not like snapchat messenger was my sister (about getting donuts)

16.    ever go camping?: god yes I used to all the time and im finally going again soon!! 

17.    do you take vitamins?: vitamin T ;)

18.    do you go to church every sunday?: no I don’t practice religion 

19.    do you have a tan?: actually yeah I tan very easy and live in the desert, my friends look very pale compared to me lol

20.    do you prefer chinese or pizza?: 100% Chinese  

21.    do you drink soda through a straw?: ok listen I don’t drink soda unless its at a restaurant and they always give you straws so yeah almost every time which is wild

22.    what color socks do you usually wear?: black ones for work and then I have a bunch of random neon colors too

23.    do you ever drive above the speed limit?: not as bad as I used to

24.    what terrifies you?: the future

25.    look to your left, what do you see?: my water bottle

26.    what chore do you hate the most?: cleaning my pets cages fo sho

27.    what do you think of when you hear an australian accent?: my coworker who does a really good Australian accent

28.    what’s your favorite soda?: …la croix 

29.    do you go in fast food places or just hit the drive thru?: drive thru always

30.    what’s your favorite number?: ?? idk maybe like 72 idk why

31.    who’s the last person you talked to?: my parents

32.    favorite cut of beef?: tbh don’t eat a whole lot of beef

33.    last song you listened to?: listening to motion sickness by phoebe bridges rn actually

34.    last book you read?: currently re reading its kind of a funny story by ned vizzini 

35.    can you say the alphabet backwards?: maybe if I go super slow haha

36.    favorite day of the week?: hmm maybe tuesdays

37.    how do you like your coffee?: over ice and just a lil bit of sweetener, always very bitter 

38.    favorite pair of shoes?: probably my spiderman vans cuz good mems

39.    time you normally get up?: like 3 am for work and 6/7 am off work

40.    sunrise or sunsets?: sunsrise

41.    how many blankets on your bed?: honestly like for but I only use one at a time

42.    describe your kitchen plates?: paper lol

43.    describe your kitchen at the moment?: cake and donuts on the counter lol 

44.    do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?: vodka cranberries hehe 

45.    do you play cards?: yes all the time!! Its what we do whenever my family gets together

46.    what color is your car?: its like a dark grey and its brand new (to me) and I am in love with him

47.    can you change a tire?: ..maybe if I used youtube… tbh I actually helped my uncle change a tractor tire but they r like bike tires not car tires

48.    your favorite state/province/county/etc.?: that ive been to?? Probably oregon

49.    favorite job you’ve had?: working at a Halloween store was really fun but I also really love my job as a barista rn 

50.    how did you get your biggest scar?: honestly I don’t really have any?? The only on e I can think of I cant really see anymore but the story is we used to have this giant revolving table that was hocky table on one side and pool table the other. Anyways a friend and I decided to spin it super fast and somehow I got my hand stuck in it and uhhh yeh yikes that wasn’t fun haha

im gonna tag... @lovetines cuz she told me to and any of my mutuals who see it do it and tag me love ya mwah