#you dont wanna step on toes and you dont wanna pull focus

[broodygaming]

Often I think people need to separate above table stuff and in game stuff, but here I think the opposite needs to happen.

I don't think the narrative is "Fearne NEEDS to do this" it's more "hey Ashley you're allowed to take cool stuff and take risks and it'll be okay."

Like, we all know Travis is gonna pick up the talking sword and wanna keep it, even though it's a risk, right? Why. Why do we know this about him? Think about it. He's always willing to do the risky option. Take the least tred path, because it's THERE and he trusts the story to catch him on the other side.

Ashley from day 1 being on the show, even her telling the story of that first fateful birthday party, she's TALKED about feeling insecure, not wanting to pull focus, wanting to sit back and watch the others play.

For so long, this is great, everyone just wants her to be included. (This isn't me, like, reading into this btw, these are their literal words.) People online would complain about how "wow Yasha was actually here for a full ep and she barely spoke". She's talked so much about how she often just wants to watch what's happening.

Enter Fearne, Ash is here for every single episode. She's chaotic, she's in the moment. She wants to push all the red buttons.

But does she? Does she actually push a lot of red buttons? She steals stuff, sure. But she still has this "I dunno I don't wanna be disruptive" aspect to her, her being Ashley, not Fearne.

This isn't just about "Fearne does or does not want the shard". To me, it seems it's more about telling ASHLEY, hey, you're allowed to take the big magic item. It's okay. You have it. You be in the spotlight. You get the power up. PUSH THE RED BUTTON DO IITTTTTT THE STORY WILL CATCH YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE. It's less about Fearne trusting herself and more about Ashley trusting her castmates.

Again. Don't be weird. This isn't like, reading into anything that deep haha. C'mon. Like Matt literally told her in a 4SD you gotta take risks and do the scary thing and trust it'll be okay sometimes. That's the game.

[dollwrites]

Just stumbled to your page, if you dont mind i wanna see you write for kaito again😭🙏 like the fic you made about him is so shskshsks🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. these pieces are never proof read so mistakes are probably present. < 3 enjoy your experience

thunk! thunk! thunk!

it was all you could do to keep your focus solely on the sound the desk made underneath you— the legs pounding against the solid floor in tandem with the judge’s rabid thrusting into you from behind— so that you didn’t have come to terms with what this was.

what you were.

a bribe.

the jingling of golden coins are muffled in the small purse as you grip it with one hand close to your chest, whilst the other tries desperately to hold on to the edge of his desk for some sort of stabilization. you bite your lip, in hopes to muffle the pathetic, humiliating mewling that seemed to seep out each time Gallerian bottomed out, filling you to his hilt, but it was no use.

you’d never been so roughly handled, nor had you been prepared for the judge you’d visited so late at night to bend you over, hike up your dress, and make your pussy part of the bargain.

struggling to stay balanced, pressing your balls of your feet and your toes against the floor in an attempt to plant yourself there, you can feel the harsh recoil of his hips when they snap against yours.

you would’ve simply dropped your head in shame, splayed your upper body across the desk in hapless submission but hid your pleasured expression from him if only he’d let you. if only his hands were both clasped around your neck, fingers locked at the front of your throat to keep you steady as he fucked you without remorse, or concern. the shame of being so exposed— dress pushed down around your waist to reveal your jiggling breasts and skirt tossed over your lower back, panties around your ankles, and your legs spread to accept his greedy cock barreling what felt like a hole through you— was almost too much to bear. “S—stop…”

it’s a whispered plea, one that Gallerian either didn’t hear, or didn’t care about, because his fingers tightened around your neck, and he pulled you back against him. he was derobed, and you could feel the sheet of sweat that covered his chest as it smeared against your back. “Let’s feel that sweet, little cunt tighten up, my pet.” he pants against the shell of your ear, “Show me how grateful you are for my… generosity.” he didn’t have to command it; his cock was digging into a hypersensitive bundle of nerves within your depths and sending you into a gasping, whining, squirming tizzy. “Very good, girl.” Gallerian grunts, keeping his grip on you firm and unyielding, holding you in place as he battered those nerves until your whining turned into yelping, and eventually, ragged panting. your squirming turned to twitching, then to trembling as he ripped the orgasm from your body.

you screamed out, and closed your eyes against the ferocity of the sensations, stomping your feet and bucking your body forwards, only to be pulled right back in as he forced you to ride out the unwanted pleasure, all the while he planted hot, sultry kisses against your ear and down your neck.

sometime in your erotic turmoil, Gallerian also came undone. he gripped your throat tighter, his drilling became more precise and deliberately cruel and deep, and to punctuate your climax’s conclusion, you felt warmth engulfing your insides— filling a pouch in your lower belly, and you gasped, nails scraping at the desk. “W—wait—!”

but it was much too late for that, and you knew so when Gallerian sighed and pushed you off of him, taking a step back to admire his handiwork.

you were still shaking, legs cramped and spread, with his release leaking from your thoroughly used core that still twitched and clenched, remembering the way his girth stretched your sensitive, inner walls. you took a couple of heavy breaths, feeling his gaze upon your destruction, before you finally found the strength to straighten your posture. your skirt falls down into place, and you take baby steps, a small series, to turn around and face the main that had just deflowered you so brutally.

he was smiling, his eyes drifting from your puffy, swollen eyes and your tear streaked cheeks, down to your bare breasts and the coin purse clutched in your hand. his own reaches out, fingertips tracing your breast in a soft caress, but they don’t stay there. they careen to pluck the purse from your grasp.

“All your little hovel was worth fit in such a tiny purse, not nearly the sum I usually accept.” he chuckles softly as he weighs it, bouncing it up and down in one hand, before he looks at you with the devil sparkling in his eyes, “but I suppose the feeling of your warm cunt milking my cock settles the remainder of the balance.” he takes a step closer, and runs his hand up the length of your chest, neck, and finally caresses your warm cheek, smearing a tear into it as he grins wider. “Don’t cry, silly girl. You should be overjoyed. You just saved your mother from the gallows.”

[missnosferatu]

arthur and reader go fishing (i have ideas)

you’d think after being stuck in a snowstorm for longer than anyone should, you would be happy to get into the warm sun and soft grass away from the mountains. except sometimes the sun has a way of making you feel like it’s completely melting your skin right off of you.

which is why you felt like it was only appropriate to be lying on the ground with your head propped against a hay bale.

despite the glares of one older woman who had a distaste for lazing around.

“she’ll come over an’ drag you up by your big toe” it was a rough grumble- something easily recognizable and had you lifting the hat off your face.

“m’not afraid of her” you huffed, even if it was a complete lie.

your eyes automatically found his, arthur’s flickering away after a moment before he let a small chuckle leave him. it was the best music you could have ever been blessed to hear. if only you could have it on repeat from dutch’s gramophone.

“i do my fair share around here, cowboy” it came out mumbled from you, face turning away from him so he wouldn't see the flush on your face, and you’d miss the one on his.

“i’m not sayin’ that” arthur shook his head, a hand coming up to rub over his stubble. “pearson is over there complainin’ about food”

you scoffed, the idea of the camp cook fussing about food was not lost on you.

“was thinkin’ we could go” he cleared his throat after, and the warmth in your cheeks just seemed content to stay. “why not take javier?” you muttered, hoping it didn't come across horribly. it’s not like you didn't want to go- you just needed to hear him say he wanted you to go.

“ah he’s…” arthur trailed off, a small wave of his hand as he tried to come up with an excuse.

he sighed, hands on his hips as he looked down at you.

“i thought you’d wanna go. never see you out fishin’ much” it came out in an almost mumble, like he was unsure of his answer.

you didn't ask any other questions, just standing with a small huff of air and eyes finding his once again.

“i don't go for a reason” you replied, and that set the two of you towards your horses. it was hardly a ride to the small lake near camp, but it was enough to establish that you couldn't fish to save your life.

a small grunt left you when you dismounted, pulling your fishing pole out when your feet were on the ground. “fish jus’ dont like me” you scoffed, a weak attempt to make up for your lack of skill. it had a hearty laugh leaving arthur, which in turn made the corners of your mouth drift upwards. “fish are pretty smart, i reckon” he teased, causing you to throw a glare his way.

if you weren't already embarrassed to admit you couldn't fish, trying to cast out was going to kill you. your line kept getting tangled without fail, and you were more than ready to give up. especially when you had to fix the line for what felt like the hundredth time. ‘you just gotta…” arthur trailed off from beside you- trying to mimic how to fix it, but to no avail. a frustrated hand pushed hair away from your face, your patience and arthurs wearing a bit thin. “you're not helping” you huffed, voice coming out a bit harsher than intended.

arthur broke, setting his pole down before taking a couple steps towards you. he untangled the line with rage inducing ease- and then his body was close to yours.

“here” he grumbled, his hands on yours to reposition them. his chest brushed against your back faintly, and you couldn't focus on anything but the heat coming off of him. turning your head and finding his face not far from yours brought you and arthur back to reality.

it was an awkward silence, and arthur felt too exposed wirth the way your eyes looked to his. the small shuffle of a fish tugging on his hook had the two of you moving apart, despite yearning for the closeness almost immediately.

“sorry” he mumbled, clearing his throat and avoiding your gaze. “just, uh..wanted to help”

the most you could do was nod your head, hoping you’d sound normal as you spoke.

“yeah, yeah it helped” there was a small curl of your lip, the smallest hint of delight in your voice. you both continued on like normal, maybe getting a bit distracted with fleeting glances.

luckily, you could blame the redness of your cheeks on the heavy heat

[beautiful-and-terrible]

dazed ‘n’ confused (part 4)

A/N: just a quick chapter for you guys before i have to put this story on the back burner :( i have an annual essay coming up in school that i gotta focus on. anyway, hope you like the gangs drunk shennanigans

Ship: Rodrick Heffley / OFC

Warnings: underage drinking / drug use, inebriated driving (DONT DRIVE DRUNK KIDS THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY DONT BE STUPID :) )

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“If we get caught, my mom’ll kill me,” Rodrick groaned.

“Let’s bounce,” Nicole said, untangling herself from him and grabbing his hand as they ran further into the back yard, looking for an escape route.

“I’ll boost you,” Rodrick said, gesturing to the fence. Nicole nodded, not thinking of a better plan, and wanting to get out of there as fast as possible. She stepped into the make-shift step Rodrick made with his palms, and as she swung a leg over the fence, he pushed her the rest of the way. It wasn’t the most graceful execution, and she ended up landing on her ass with a grunt of pain.

Rodrick also clumsily made his way over the fence - both of them being drunk and high didn’t help their coordination much. “Sorry, are you good?” Rodrick said, clutching his shin, and Nicole waved him off.

“It’s fine, let's just get to the van.”

“Oh, fuck, the van!” Rodrick hissed, “The pigs are totally gonna know it’s mine.” With a big fucking stupid band name written on the side, Nicole reckoned he was right - it was pretty easy to identify, even without the plates.

“I can drive, don’t worry,” Nicole said, already starting toward the white van, creeping between other cars on the street.

“Nikky, you’re as trashed as I am, no way am I letting you drive.”

“Trust me, hot Rod,” Nicole said, slipping her hand into his front pocket and pulling out his keys before he could even blink. As they approached his van, Chris and Ben appeared in the shadows next to them, whispering excitedly as they spotted them.

“As soon as we saw the lights we bolted,” Ben snickered, but Chris looked concerned.

“Yo, I hope Caitlin doesn’t get arrested. There was a lotta booze in there,” he muttered, and Ben smacked his arm.

“You whipped, dude?”

Chris scoffed, “No, I would just feel bad for anyone in that sitch.”

“I agree,” Nicole said, feeling guilty that she couldn’t help Caitlin get out of trouble.

“C’mon, let’s fucking go,” Rodrick said, and all at once the four of them dashed to the van. Nicole jumped in the driver's seat, shoving the key in the ignition with some fumbling, and peeling out from their parking spot across the street from Caitlin’s house with enough force to make even Rodrick proud.

“We’ll make a NASCAR driver out of you yet, Nikky,” Rodrick laughed, whooping as he leaned his head out the window like a dog, the night air tangling through his hair. Ben scrambled up to the front seat from the back of the van, fiddling with the radio before he settled on a station playing “Where Is My Mind” by Pixies. Nicole turned up the volume to its top capacity, concentrating on the road lines in front of her. The adrenaline of avoiding the cops had sobered her up a little, but she was still feeling paranoid from the weed and drowsy from the beer. She drove as slowly as she dared so as not to seem suspicious. 

“Thanks for being our getaway driver, Nicole,” Chris said, his words slurring a little more than she had noticed previously. She looked back and saw him chugging a beer in the back.

“Dude, don’t fucking drink while I’m driving! We’re already in deep shit as it is,” Nicole said, turning on to the main street of downtown Plainview. Just a few more turns and they’d be home.

“You’re deep in something, alright,” Ben cackled, and he and Chris high-fived.

“Yeah, six inches deep in your mom,” Nicole shot back, and Rodrick let out an “ooooooo”, pointing at Ben, “Gotcha, bitch.”

Eventually, by some miracle, they made it to Nicole’s street. She hit the curb as she pulled up in front of her and Rodrick’s house, causing all three boys to shriek in unison. Nicole dissolved into giggles, both in relief of finally being out of danger and in reaction to the boys high-pitched screams of indignation.

“She’s an antique, Nikky!” Rodrick said, jumping out of the van to stumble to the front and assess the damage.

“Oh, I’m fine, by the way,” Nicole snarked, and Rodrick suddenly looked at her intensely, giving her a slightly blurry-eyed up-and-down look. 

“Fine as hell,” he muttered, loud enough for her to hear, and she blushed, biting her lip to keep from smiling too widely.

“Rodrick, can we crash at your place,” Ben asked, Chris making puppy dog eyes at him.

“Me too - I don’t wanna wake my parents up. Our front door is creaky as shit,” Nicole said.

Rodrick sighed loudly, as if he were being asked to do something terribly inconvenient. 

“Yeah, fine. Y’all want mac and cheese?”

The four of them, all drunk and high as kites, looked at each other and nodded in perfect synchronicity. 

As quietly as they could for four fucked up teenagers, they snuck their way into Rodricks kitchen. He pulled out a four pack of Kraft Mac and Cheese microwave cups from the pantry, filling them all with way too much water and sticking all four of them, at the same time, in the microwave.

“Dude, can I eat this beef jerky?” Chris asked, rummaging through the pantry.

“They’re my dads,” Rodrick said, as if that offered an explanation. “If you wanna explain to him why they’re gone, knock yourself out.”

Chris slowly put the bag back, looking put out.

Nicole stood next to Ben, both of them leaning on the kitchen counter. Nicole looked over at him, and he looked back, giving her a little smile. He wasn’t bad looking, but where as Rodrick was endearing because he tried to seem cool and really wasn’t, Ben had an effortless coolness about him.

“Thanks for coming with us tonight, Ben,” Nicole said. The alcohol must be making her feel emotional. After all, they had only just met today.

“Aww, Nikky, of course! I never pass up an opportunity for debauchery,” Ben said, giving her shoulder a squeeze. He pronounced debauchery like “de-booch-ery”, but Nicole was too drunk to catch the mistake. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rodrick glaring at Ben. Dumbass, he has no reason to be jealous, Nicole thought to herself, and gave him a little reassuring wave by wiggling her fingers in his direction.

“Yo, be careful on this mac, its fucking hot,” Rodrick said, pulling the cups out of the microwave. They still had water in them, and the cheese powder wasn’t fully mixed in, but in the moment it was the most delicious thing Nicole had ever tasted.

“Should we watch a movie?” Ben suggested, and Chris bounced on his toes excitedly.

“Killer Clowns from Space!! Pleeeaaaase! You’ve been promising me for weeks now that we’d watch it.”

Ben sighed, Rodrick rolled his eyes, but Nicole had no opinion on the subject, so she made the executive decision to say, “I’m down.”

Ben and Rodrick both groaned, and Chris gave her a fist bump from across the kitchen island.

“Nikky has taste, sorry guys,” Chris said, looking very smug as he slurped his luke-warm mac and cheese.

They all somehow stumbled up to Rodrick’s room - Nicole belatedly realized she had been dreaming about being in his room for weeks, and now that she was here took the time to really appreciate what was in front of her.

A person’s room can tell you everything you need to know about them. For one, Rodrick was messy, but no more messy than any other average teenage boy. Clothes on the floor and the back of his desk chair, thrown haphazardly over a bean-bag in the corner of the room. There were christmas lights strung from the ceiling, both white and rainbow, that gave the room a cozy vibe that Nicole would’ve never expected from Rodrick.

His walls were mostly covered in band posters, and above his desk there was a cork board littered with tickets of concerts he had been to. Nicole almost seethed with jealousy at the sheer amount and quality of concerts he had been to - Leftover Crack, Pleasure Venom, Less than Jake, and one of Nicole’s personal favorites, Mannequin Pussy.

“You like Mannequin Pussy?” Nicole said, whipping her head around to look at Rodrick. 

“That's not the only kind of pussy he likes,” Ben hollered, causing Chris to smack him upside the head.

“There's a lady present, dumbass,” Chris said, and Ben raised his hands in surrender.

“I think you mean that’s the only kind of pussy he gets,” Nicole said, throwing a teasing wink toward Rodrick, who blushed bright red.

“Yeah, they’re good. Romantic is my favorite album,” Rodrick said, scratching the back of his neck self consciously. Ben and Chris started making kissing noises in his direction, and Rodrick threw a pillow at them.

As Chris and Ben fought over who would set up the projector, Nicole let her snooping instincts take over, looking at the other miscellaneous things Rodrick had around his room - empty liquor bottles filled with more lights, a surprising amount of books (mostly graphic novels), a lava lamp filled with miniature rubber ducks, and mushroom paraphernalia. Everywhere. His pillowcases, the tapestry above his bed, and the stickers on his water bottle all had holographic or brightly colored mushrooms on them. She was so absorbed in her investigation she didn’t even notice Rodrick next to her until he spoke.

“Committing it to memory? You might never be in here again,” Rodrick said with a small smirk. Nicole gave him a look out of the corner of her eye.

“I wouldn’t count on it, babe,” Nicole said boldly. She felt the warmth of Rodrick’s hand on her hip, and looked up at him. And his lips. She wanted to kiss him again so badly it was like a drug, her body telling her to get her next fix as quickly and as often as possible. Being in his space, the place he let himself be his most authentic self, was very intimate, even with Chris and Ben still arguing in the corner.

Rodrick looked away shyly, squeezing her hip once before turning back to the boys. Chris had evidently lost the rock-paper-scissors match to set up the movie on the projector, and was adjusting the screen on the far wall of Rodrick’s room, trying to find a website to pirate the movie from.

“If we’re gonna watch this shit let’s do it,” he said, settling himself in the beat up reclining chair he had, arms above his head. He should be illegal, Nicole thought to herself, making herself comfortable on the bed.

Which ended up being a mistake, because 20 minutes into the movie, Nicole was asleep. She felt a blanket being gently placed over her before she was dead to the world.

[pinkmingi]

Reaction To: S/O Begging for Thigh Riding

Hongjoong: 

*the instant you caved in to your needs and asked Hongjoong if he’d be willing to try something new with you, a smile would break out across his face as he leaned in and wrapped his hands around your face, planting a kiss on your lips and whispering gently*

“Of course, Jagi- what did you have in mind, hmm?”

*blushing as your hand ran across his strong thighs, biting your lips softly as your gaze found his*

“Uhm, I-I was wondering if I could...ride you?” 

*chuckling softly as he brushed a strand of hair from your face*

“Baby you know I love when you ride me, is that really new though?” 

*shaking your head as you placed both of your hands on his thigh this time, letting him know that you meant a different kind of riding*

“Not like thaaat, Joong...I meant, here. I wanna ride your thigh.” 

*his eyes growing wide as a small nervous laugh left his lips*

“I-I’ve never done something like that before...”

*his gaze falling to your hands and watching the way you gripped him, his breathing becoming heavier as he tried to imagine you getting off on his lap, smiling to himself*

“Why don’t you show me?”

Seonghwa: 

*he wouldn’t catch on to exactly what you meant right away, but as the question fell from your lips his curiosity would immediately spike*

“I...I really wanna try riding your thigh, babe...”

*giving you a quizzical look as his hand found your cheek, running his fingers into your hair softly*

“What do you mean, princess?”

*blushing softly as you attempted to explain it to him*

“Uhmm, well I just, think it’d feel really good, we don’t have to I just-”

*pressing his thumb over your lips firmly to silence you, eyeing you sternly as he pulled you from your seated position onto his lap*

“I never said I didn’t want to, baby. Don’t ever assume that I don’t wanna watch your gorgeous body on top of me, ok?”

*giggling as you felt your cheeks tinge red, shaking your head as you shoved him playfully*

“Stooop, I- I was just asking you don’t have to if you dont w-”

*pulling you against him roughly, his lips finding yours as he once again cut off your protests, his hands running up under your skirt as his fingers easily found your already soaked panties*

“Don’t test me, y/n. I want to...right now.”

Yunho: 

*he knew the moment you started playing with the sleeve of his hoodie that you were feeling needy for him, but you were at the dorm with all the other members so he’d be doing his best to keep composure and not crack at all the cute little hints you were throwing his way- until you decided to whisper in his ear exactly what you wanted*

“Yunho, pretty please let me ride your thighs...? Please?” 

*Your soft whisper always had a way of getting to him as his eyes grew wide at your request- he’d always wanted to see you in that position but the two of you hadn’t tried it before, at the same time however, he’d be frustrated that you chose to bring it up while you were with the other guys*

“Are you serious right now, princess?” 

*scolding you quietly as his eyes fell on the other members engaged in their own conversation, making sure they hadn’t heard the sinful request you’d just made*

“Please, daddy? I-I wanna feel how strong your are...”

*pouting softly as you knew it’d make him cave in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening as he looked from you over to the members, and then back to you before leaning in slightly and letting his thumb graze your lips gently as he whispered*

“Go to my room, I’ll be there in 10 minutes- and if you’re not naked I swear Daddy won’t touch you for the rest of the night, ok?”

Yeosang: 

*you knew as soon as the words left your mouth that you wouldn’t have to ask twice, when he felt your hand gently squeezing his thigh and heard the way your voice softened he could already tell you were about to ask him something dirty*

“Yeosang...? I, uhm...I think I wanna try riding your thigh. I’ve seen some things and it just looks really sexy so I thought maybe-”

*cutting off your rambling by placing his hand on top of yours, still palming his thigh as he smiled sweetly and eyeing you with a gaze that you knew was filled with dark intentions*

“Y/n, baby, come here...”

*patting his lap as he gently pulled you up from your seat beside him, letting your fall down against his lap as you let out a small gasp, making him smile even wider*

“I-is that a yes? I...I didn’t mean we had to try it now I just-”

“It’s a yes, sweetheart,” 

*his gaze drifting down to your lower have that was now straddling him as he whispered in your ear lowly*

“Now tell me, was wearing this pretty little skirt intentional?”

San: 

*the two of you were laying in bed together snuggled up perfectly when you felt yourself growing needy, something about his body being that close to you and the fact that you were wearing so little already set something off inside of you- as he adjusted his legs innocently and found his upper thigh sliding in between yours, you couldn’t help but moan*

“Y/n? Is everything ok?”

*his eyes widening slightly as he glanced at you in confusion, watching as your blushed and buried your face in his chest*

“I...I want to ride you, Sannie.”

*his hand sliding down to your chin, pulling your head up to face him as he stared at you for a moment, trying to process what you’d asked him until he felt the way your hips were moving slowly against his thigh, trying to hold back a smirk as he began to understand what exactly you wanted*

“Ahh, my baby wants to get off on my thigh? Is that it, jagi?”

“Y-yes.”

*his eyes becoming lustful and heavy as he flexed his thigh against your core, pressing up into you at a painfully slow pace, causing you to moan*

“Do it then, love...I know how badly you want to feel my underneath you.”

Mingi: 

*you’d been extra needy for him all day, but the two of you had been with the other members and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in front of them so you’d waited until you had a moment alone together later that night, walking up to him and tapping his shoulder softly as you worked up the courage to ask him for what you’d been craving*

“M-mingi? Are you busy right now?”

*smiling softly up at you from his seated position, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your lower stomach which only made your aching needs grow stronger*

“I’m not busy baby, what’s up?”

*blushing as you ran your hands softly up his forearms and biceps, gripping his shoulders as you leaned into him*

“Mmm, I was wondering if...well I just- can I please ride y-your thigh?”

*as soon as you blurted out your desperate request, Mingi’s eyes would darken as a wide smile spread across his face, chuckling softly as your cheeks flushed*

“Yahh, y/n how long have you been waiting to ask me that?”

“U-uhm..well, I didn’t wanna ask you when the guys were around so...”

*gripping your hips tightly and puling your down onto his lap, his laughter gone as he flashed you a small smirk and leaned in slowly to whisper in your ear*

“Don’t do that again, angel...I don’t like the idea of you being needy and not telling me, ok?”

Wooyoung: 

*wouldn’t even have to ask, Wooyoung knew from the way you bit your lip softly and stared at his thighs in the tight denim of his pants that you wanted him- and he had a pretty good guess as to what you wanted to try*

“Jagi, come here...”

*patting his lap as you sat down on your boyfriend, blushing at the way he eyed your body*

“I...I like sitting like this, Woo...”

*the corner of his lip pulling up into a smirk, nodding slowly as he ran his hands up and down your thighs, gripping your ass and pulling you closer to him*

“I thought you might, baby- but why don’t you spell it out for me, hmm? Tell me exactly what it is you need...”

*your cheeks flushing as your gaze fell, he knew you too well but he wasn’t going to let you off that easy without begging*

“Please, Woo...please let me ride your thigh, I can’t stop thinking about it...”

*brushing a strand of hair out of your face gently as he pulled your face up to meet his gaze*

“Take off your panties, baby girl. Now.”

Jongho: 

*he’d know something was up when you intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing his much larger hand and wrapping your free arm around his bicep, smiling softly as he glanced over at you and patted your head lovingly*

“Are you tired, baby? I promise we’ll be done with the photoshoot soon and then we can go home- or should I call a car for you now? You don’t have to stay if you’re tired I can meet you back at the dorm after or-”

*shaking your head before he had a chance to ramble on further, laughing softly as you pressed a small kiss on his cheek*

“I’m not tired, Jongie..I-I wanna try something...you look so good in this suit*

*your eyes trailing down his long frame as you bit your lip, your eyes lingering on his strong thighs as he stepped back from you slightly, his eyes widening softly as he tried to meet your gaze*

“Yah, what do you mean try something?”

*his tone was playful but you could sense the confusion in his voice as you wrapped your arms around his torso, standing on your toes slightly as you pulled him closer to whisper in his ear*

“I wanna ride your thigh.”

*giggling as you leaned back, watching his reaction as he became flushed, stuttering slightly as he looked around to see if other were in earshot*

“Aisshh, baby...you can’t just ask me that in public you know...you know it does things to me...”

*smiling proudly as you gave him your very best pouty face, knowing it never failed to work on him, watching his face darken slightly as he pulled you against him*

“I’m calling a car for you now, jagi...I won’t be able to focus otherwise. But when I get back, you better be ready.”

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[uwumessenger]

I saw you watched Haikyuu and played Obey Me. I was wondering what the demon brothers think of an MC that plays volleyball? You can pick what position they play. Keep up the great work💕💖

ooo interesting ! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

i may have been just a tad bit extra with these but i also ended up keeping these more general so MC’s position on the team is whatever u as the reader want it to be~

Lucifer

confused as to why you like it but is willing to learn more about it bc ~must satisfy human to also satisfy diavolo~

he helps you start a volleyball team at RAD bc they dont have one yet

it’s co-ed for now, but later down the road there’s enough members, organization, and structure for it to be separated into boys and girls teams

he’s sure to hold a straight face when you talk to him about volleyball or when he watches you play but is fanboying big time on the inside hehe

doesn’t understand the game but makes an effort to understand it, though he acts like he knows a lot about it when hes around you

secretly goes into the human world to watch the olympic volleyball team 

ends up becoming the manager for the team

kinda aggressive, the coach has to make him step outside sometimes

when you return to the human world he is sure to keep the RAD team intact

also is sure to attend all of your games no matter what

at first he is super chill but eventually turns into a very loud and passionate fan of your team LOL

Mammon

he doesnt make an effort to understand the game on his own time. learns how it works by watching you and your games (ngl that’s how i learned too)

also picks up insight on volleyball whenever he listens to you talk about it

acts bored during those conversations but his brain is taking lots of mental notes bc it’s something you really like

ends up never fully understanding how it works but knows enough about volleyball to gAMBLE

definitely forces levi to make bets with him, but he always supports your team when doing so

will try to give you tips and find ways to cheat for you to win or do better

and he knows that you wont actually do what he says but finds it funny when you do something ridiculous during practice out of the blue

when you go back to the human world he still bothers you with out-of-this-world pointers

if he cant make it to one of your games (usually bc he has no way to get to the human world) he will record his reactions and commentary then send it to you

totally didnt steal that idea from levi

Levi

he has probably watched the demon-anime-equivalent of haikyuu!!

understands the game very well bc of that

but since the game is super over-exaggerated in the anime hes lowkey disappointed when he watches a real game (is even more disappointed when he watches humans play bc they’re not as powerful as demons)

so he likes to try out the moves he sees in the anime with you and mammon when you’re practicing on your own time

when it’s a game day he’s dressed head to toe in your team’s merch, ready to cheer you on!

of course, at first he doesn’t wanna go bc ew crowds ew major social setting ew oTHER BEINGS

cheers very passionately and puts other cheer squads to shame with his energy

livestreams EVERYTHING and by everything i mean only your plays and lowkey irritates the others bc he constantly interviews them

when you go back to the human world he always records his reactions and commentary, sometimes with mammon or asmo, and SPAMS you with them

but he gets to go to your games most of the time and never forgets his fans and glow sticks!!

Satan

immediately studies the game and its culture

he asks you questions and is openly curious about it around you

you demonstrate how the different positions work but go in depth on your position specifically

when he watches you his eyes are literally sparkling lol

he thinks it’s super cool that he’s learning about a real human sport from you

eventually becomes a manager for the team like lucifer, and takes lots of notes about what he observes, and his input becomes valuable and crucial to the team

rare moment when they get along but definitely fight for the bench when it comes to really big games

also likes practicing with you when you need independent practice before a big game or tournament bc of how serious and intense he can be

when watching your games in the human world he still takes notes and shares them with you as well as the RAD team

will bring numerous stress balls to squeeze to those games just in case so he doesnt um kill the ref or opposing team if they piss him off

Asmo

simply wants to know if people who play volleyball are as good looking as you ;)

he doesnt understand why you’re into something that makes you sweaty and gross while you could be doing something else

but also thinks you’re really hot when you’re playing heheh

doesn’t really make an effort to teach himself about how the game works but he knows to cheer by reading the expressions on your face

unlike most of the others he doesnt stick around when you’re practicing

throws a lot of pre-game parties but doesnt allow anyone who supports your opposing team to join

dresses up for games like levi, but is much more stylish with it

designed the RAD team uniforms and jackets/sweatshirts

after returning to the human world he secretly designs new swag for your team and is overjoyed when you guys use it !!

sometimes he watches your games with levi and sends you a cute selfie when you score a point

Beel

excited bc it’s a SPORT

can talk about it with you for h o u r s. he’s really curious about how you play!

lots of working out and practicing together, mainly focuses on helping with your stamina

really good at blocking tbh so if you’re into spiking like hinata he’s a great person to practice with

doesn’t show up to all of your practices bc he has his own team sport to focus on but will sneak a peek every now and then to see how you’re doing

since it’s not a sport that has weight/height classes he doesnt understand when you diet every now and then in addition to your training

but he always goes to the games to cheer you on with the others since you always pull up to his

when it comes time to go back to the human world he promises to attend as many of your games as he can

and he does!! if he cant go it’s for a legitimate reason

even while you’re apart he’s still very encouraging and admires your skill and perseverance

Belphie

wonders how you have the energy to play such an intense game, especially since there’s really no strict time limit like taekwondo

but he does make an effort to understand how the game works so he can keep up with you when you talk about your practices or games

watches the demon-anime-equivalent of haikyuu with levi to understand it more

goes to your practices every now and then and will fall asleep sometimes, unless it’s a super intense practice game, then he’ll watch

he thinks you’re really fun to watch in action, and attends all your games

makes sure you’re always well rested and that you don’t overwork yourself no matter what

even when you go back to the human world he checks in on you when he knows you have games or long practice days

also he has 10/10 fallen asleep while snuggling a volleyball and thinking of you. so YAYAYAY congrats, MC, he associates you w/ volleyballs and thinks they’re comforting until he watches a game and sees you get hit hARD in the face

[rogerina-deacon]

Secret Weapon // Pat Murray x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Pat Murray x Fem!Reader Request: “Hi I have no idea if you're doing Pat Murray imagines or recieving requests. If you dont ignore this it's chill. If you are then: maybe the D-backs are playing a team with a girl (possibly outfield but whatever you're comfortable with) and all the guys are like trying to flirt and get with her but shes only got eyes for Pat? And like bench bets of who gets her number Pat obvi wins.... idk I just think that it'd be so cute and funny…” Summary: A certain player on their rival team has the D-Backs distracted beyond repair. Warnings: None! Just some fluff! Word Count: 1.6k

“Okay boys, today we’re up against the Marlins,” Ty started as he stared at his clipboard, eyeing the roster he had printed a copy of, ‘Now, word on the street is they’ve got some sort of secret weapon of a player, so I need you all to be on your a-game today, alright? Okay, let’s stretch.” And with that, a few of his players followed him onto the field as members of their opposing team arrived, most passing by them with a laugh and a snide comment. They all just rolled their eyes at their rivals, until they noticed someone they were not expecting to play against.

“Woah, who is that?” Barone spoke as he approached the men stretching on the ground, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets as his gaze scanned over your body.

“Barone, your girlfriend is right over there.” Ty pointed out to him, his hand motioning to said woman whose eyes were staring daggers as if to say “you ain’t getting shit for a week”. Meanwhile, you were just making your way to the dugout, bat slung over your shoulder as you joined the rest of your team, the D-Backs eying you not simply for the fact you’re their rival.

Barone entered the dugout, being greeted to the sound of everyone chatting over the secret weapon. Palacco was never the best at subtlety, and now was no exception as he held his hands in front of his chest as he talked to Zapata about your “killer knockers”, David in between them wishing they would quit being pigs when talking about you. He had seen you play before, as you two went to high school together, and knew you wouldn’t take whatever objectifying bs they threw your way, since that’s what happened seemingly every game you played. You were that cool senior he had an innocent freshman year crush on, and he’d seen you clap back at many sexist competitors, whether they were saying how girls can’t play baseball or how hot you looked in that uniform. He figured he would wait for them to get what’s coming to them in time, it had been a while since he’d seen you really go off on a guy and today seemed like a good day to get a refresher.

“Heyo Murray, you seen the marlin chick o’er there?” Zapata asked as Pat looked through his bag, Zapata motioning to the nearby dugout with his chin. Pat looked over to find you chatting with your teammates, bat in hand and Double Bubble in mouth. It looked like you were showing him how you swing, as he followed your movements. You patted the man's shoulder before walking over to the corner to spit out your gum, not one for being “ladylike”. You began stretching by yourself, your hips moving side to side as you bent down to touch your toes, one side and then the other, and the D-Backs followed every sway, namely Barone, Murray, Palacco and David.

“Keep your eyes on the prize, boys. No need to focus on her so much.” Fotch tried to knock some sense into them, to no avail. Palacco simply waved him off.

“If we’re lucky, though, she’s the prize” Zapata reasoned, his hands out in a shrug, earning a chuckle from Fotch.

“C’mon, guys, she’s no prize to be won. It’s just Y/N.” David said, knowing if he didn’t say something to defend you his ass would be on a stick with the rest of them.

“Y/N??? YOU KNOW HER, DAVID?” They all screamed, and your attention was pulled at the echo of your name, brows furrowed as they all continued hounding the poor kid with questions.

“Yeah, I mean, we were in high school together, she’s a few years older than me, no biggie.” He shrugged off, even though inside he was ecstatic that finally, he was cool to the other guys.

“I mean,” he continued, “we’re not even friends on Facebook, guys.”

“Yeah, probably cause you’re too pussy to request to be” Barone scoffed, rolling his eyes. And all David did was sigh, cause he knew he was right. You had 20 mutual friends with him, and every time he saw your profile in his suggestions he was this close to sending you a request, but he was too terrified of rejection.

“Fine, mock me, but don’t come crying to me when she kicks your asses after the game.” He said before wandering off to the other side of the dugout.

“Whaddya think he meant by that?” Palacco asked the other guys as he looked to each of them, but all he was met with was shrugs and sighs.

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The third inning was upon us, and bench bets were well underway. David, Barone and Palacco had already gone through two rounds, though no one got any money, as per usual, since the song Mike chose as the best Spice Girls song was none of their answers (“Say You’ll Be There is nothing compared to Wannabe!” according to Palacco), and the Marlins only did two chants within the next five minutes, and no one thought it would be that few. They were eager to win something, whether it’s this game or some money, and money was more immediate. So, they began brainstorming new bet ideas, this time with Fotch. He had hurt his shoulder tossing the ball to Ty, and they all agreed that he should just sit out.

“Hey-uh, how about who can get Y/N’s number after the game today?” Barone suggested, and he was met with scoffs.

“Barone, your girlfriend is in the bleachers, remember?” Fotch reminded him, and Barone just rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I remember, that doesn’t mean I can’t get her number. Just means I can’t use it.”

“You are a pig, Barone.” David pointed out, dumbfounded at how dumb Barone was being.

“Besides,” David continued, “I doubt Y/N would go for a guy like you.”

“What, you think you’re more her type than me? At least I fuckin play, man.” Barone teased, hitting a bit of a soft spot on him.

“I’m just saying, she doesn’t go for sexist assholes, ‘kay?” David said defensively, holding his hands up in defeat.

The guys came in from the field, putting their bats away before taking a seat on the bench.

“So, what’s the latest bet?” Zapata asked as he plopped down next to Barone.

“Who can get Y/N’s number after the game today.” Palacco said with a smile, which was greeted with a scoff from the rest of the team.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Don’t think any of us can?” Palacco defended himself, and for the most part they just rolled their eyes.

“I doubt she’d go for jerk-offs like you guys… no offense, David” Pat said, hoping the young teammate understood he wasn’t referring to him.

“None taken, I know I’m not an ass.”

“What, think you got what it takes to get with her, Murray?” Barone challenged.

“More than you do” He said, taking out his wallet. “How much?”

“5 bucks” David said, and Pat threw the bill on the ground to join the others before he headed back out to the field for his turn at bat.

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“Aaaand strike three!” The ump yelled as Pat took his final swing, trying to hold back his anger in fear of scaring you away. But as soon as he was in the far corner of the dugout, he lost it. Yelling, pulling at his hair, hitting the chainlink of the dugout with his bat until it broke, anything to release his frustration at his inability to hit a damn ball. And while all the guys on his team went to the opposite end of the dugout, and all the guys on your team just stared at each other in disbelief, you just kinda laughed to yourself at his reaction, which in no way went unnoticed.

“Okay she isn’t freaked out by Murray’s anger, you guys are screwed” Zapata told Barone, Palacco, and David, who just looked at each other in defeat.

“Well he doesn’t have her number yet, now has he?” Palacco reasoned, and Zapata just shrugged before continuing.

“Just sayin’, it seems like she’s already into him and they haven’t even talked.”

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The game has finally ended, and the D-Backs just barely won. Now, they were doing handshakes with your team to be good sports. You were last in line, as was Pat, which was the perfect time for him to make his move.

“Great game, Y/N.” He said sweetly much unlike the others in both his tone and in that he actually said your name.

“You too, Pat.”

“You were really great out there today, best on your team no doubt.” He praised with a hint of a gleam in his eyes, a genuine smile formed on his lips. “I know we kicked your team’s ass today, but would you want to go out for a celebratory dinner for your great work?”

“I kinda doubt your team would want me at their dinner.” You pointed out with a chuckle at the end, which Pat returned as soon as you said it.

“Who says I want them there?” He said playfully, his eyes meeting yours in a way he hoped would make you know what he meant.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Murray?” You teased, shifting coyly.

“Maybe I am, Y/L/N. What do ya say?”

“I’d love to, Pat. Pick me up at seven?” You said, taking a step back.

“Sure, just one last thing…” He trailed off, reaching into his back pocket for a pen he grabbed before leaving the dugout.

“Can I get your number?” He asked, holding the pen outwards to you.

“Sure” You responded with a smirk, taking the pen and writing your number on the back of his hand, placing it in his palm before walking off the field, waving to him as you left.

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“Good for you” Hoseok (M) One shot

Allll smut my baby….This is kinda random...idk where the scenario   came from..it’s a Idol one shot 2.4k...she’s a fan ..he takes her back to his room..and she completely throws him for a loop when he finds out she wants to take the time to please him..first..In her mind...she thinks she might even be able to break him. But..this is Hoseok were talking about here.

Pure smut, body worship, praise kink, language..that’s all she wrote

P.s. Not proofed..mah bad!

“Are we in a rush?” your question came out as more of a moan as you spoke into the kiss, not wanting to completely pull away from him. Hands moving under his shirt, clawing up his back slowly.  The almost primal sound that escaped his lips as your nails sunk into his skin was enough to have your eyes hitting the back of your head. While he rolled his hips against yours needing to feel the additional friction beneath him, his face was clearly puzzled by the question and you couldn't help but chuckle “I mean..your security isn't going to come pounding on the door in like a half hour right?” Letting your hands continue roaming up his back,he was starting to get impatient. Grinding down into you deeper and deeper..., fuck why were you both still fully clothed!? “Nooo..why?” The brow raise accompanied by the playfulness in his voice made your heart flutter, bringing your hands up to cup his face, rolling your hips up into him, moaning out as you felt how hard he was “Because..if you don't mind..I wanna take my time with you......” Bring your voice down, barley above a whisper,sucking his bottom lip into your mouth before grazing it with your teeth, you heard a faint moan hit your tongue as you sucked his into your mouth. “Oh yeah?”  the arousal in his voice as he whispered out against your tongue, had your head spinning. Shifting your weight, he could feel you trying to change positions, gripping your waist tight as he allowed you to roll over on top of him. Deepening the kiss, as your laced your tongue around his, while his hands found a firm grip on your ass “Mmmhmm..I’m surprised you can't smell how turned on I am right now, I want that sooooo bad, the idea alone...has me fucking soaked …” You watched his eyes flutter and his jaw tighten at that...at the idea of your panties becoming damn near transparent just from the thought of getting him off.

Letting your hand roam down to cup him through his jeans you already knew he was hard..as he bit down on your bottom lip...with a growl. You couldn't help but laugh, clearly he didn't like to be teased.Pulling back with a smirk as your tongue dragged along your bottom lip “I’m not here to tease…” Letting our hands fondle his belt buckle “Can I?” cocking your head to the side slightly, a couple pieces of hair failing in your face as you do so.  Tone suddenly almost innocent as you batted your lashes up at him, sliding down his body.Positioning yourself in a deep arch, as you ficked at his zipper “And what exactly do you want baby? The pet name alone gave you chills, to be fair it was always your favorite but you dont think you’d ever heard it sound so fucking sexy. His hand found the small of your back, letting his fingers dance over the thin fabric of your shirt .  This man's eye contact was insane, if you thought it was intense on stage..fuck imagine being right in front of him. It was almost too much..yet you couldn't pull away..his eyes were drinking you in piece by piece. Your panties were literally sticking to your clit, the smirk on his face let you know he could tell her had you..he had you before he’s even fucked you. “God you are so fuckin sexy..” your purred against his zipper as you watched the look of fondness dance across his lips at the sudden praise… “..And to answer your question….I want you to fuck my throat..” purposely lowering your voice, keeping our eyes trained on his, as he moaned at the sound of your request..his face almost reflecting pain as he thought it over. The tension against hs jeans cleary becoming too much “Fuckkkk, say that again…” He was almost moaning yet..there was still a hint of authority ..he wasn't asking you to do anything, he was straight up telling you.

To say you were pleased by his reaction was an understatement “I said..I wanna wrap my lips around your dick,work you in my mouth soo good until your begging me to stop…” crawling back up his body placing all your weight directly on his dick, which was more than prominent even through his jeans. Instantly Gripping your waist rolling your hips against his.You watched a almost arrogant smirk move up his face as his fingers teased up and down your clit through the fabric of your jeans “ I don’t beg baby..” The confidence behind that made you walls flex, not even bothering to muffle the moan that wanted to escape your lips once he said that”Mmm I believe that..but that still doesn't change what I want..” . Snaking your hand behind you , moving slow circles along his length feeling like he was a second away from ripping through his jeans from being  so hard. “Soooo? How about you lay back..and let me do my thing?” Your lips were almost brushing against his as you talked..clearly that's were his focus was sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. Rolling his tongue against yours this time the need was way stronger... he was done talking “Well what are you waiting for? If you want it..you know where it is...“ Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth before he released you from his mouth, his tone was challenging you and you fucking loved it, your face was the definition of mischief as you wiggled your way down his body, unbuckling his belt, “Nah uh….” Letting your eyes flutter up to him as you held his zipper in your hand...brow arched as you waited for him to elaborate “Shirt and jeans...off..keep your bra and panties on..” There was something really sexy about the way he presented himself. His tone of voice was stern, without being intimidating, yet extremely alluring all at the same time.

Even though you kinda wanted to be in charge, you couldn't even hide the excitement on your face as still held his air of control, which is what you wanted. You didn't want him to let you dom him..you just wanted to make him feel good. “Yes sir..”  Smiling up at him as you hopped off the bed, uniting you shirt “Sloww..wer….” Kicking your brow up at yet another demand...but you fucking loved it, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, as you made sure to slowly shimmy out of your shirt. Fondling your belt, as you slowly wiggled your hips to step out of your jeans “Is this better Mr. Jung?” Your one was slightly menacing but he didn't give a shit, smirking back at you, letting his tongue tease the skin at the corner of his lips as his eyes seemed to darken. His gaze on your body got heavier..as it traced you from head toe “Goddamn baby, your body is…” The way this man was looking at you, your knees felt weak he looked so consumed by everything that was you “ ....fuck your beautiful..” The pure look of lust dancing along his face let you know he meant every word it, which only added to your arousal. “Come’ere” Not even able to hide to smile that’s now dancing along your face ear to ear. Crawling up the bed,making sure your hips swayed as you postioned yourself between his thighs,flicking his zipper down, pulling his jeans and boxers down his thighs in one tug. To say you were surprised by this man's girth was a understmane and you face damn sure reflected it, as you heard as satisfied chuckle leave his lips “What baby?” Hoseok was being completely facetious at this point, he knew exactly what you were referring to “Damn, it’s like that?” letting your eyes meet his keeping your tone playful, licking your palm, before stroking up the lower half of his length “Fuck I can’t wait to ride you, your cocks fucking perfect holy shit…”

His eyes were already starting to get heavy as you twisted your hand up and down, applying heavier  pressure as you worked your way up, and lighting your hold as you worked your way down. “Yeah, Y/N you wanna-”Whatever he was saying got lost as you wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking it in your mouth, before pulling back to spit on it letting it drip down a little before taking him back in. “It curves in all the right places.. fuck,I bet you can hit every nerve, make me come until I pass the fuck out...” This time going down a little further almost reaching your hand, almost moving your lips in a suction like motion as you hit the area right right beneath the tip. “That mouth of yours is a problem baby..fuck” You could tell off rip that was is sweet spot, the more you worked him the more your throat relaxed allowing you to bob your head a little faster, more so actually rolling your neck as you worked him. Taking him deeper, and deeper into your throat “Holy shit Y/n what are you tryin to do to me right now, fuck!”The rasp accompanied by the slight neediness in his voice was only adding fuel to the flame , he looked so fucking good like this. As you watched his chest rise and fall, not even bothering to muffle the moans that were leaving his throat, he was loud, and it sounds so damn good! His hands instantly found a place in your hair, taking a firm grip at the roots, while massaging your scalp at the same time. Fluttering your eyes up at him as you moaned out against him,causing the vibrations to shot straight through him “God that feels so good...can you take me a little further in your mouth? “ His request came out breathy, almost somber this time, releasing him from your lips with a pop as you smirked up at him,taking in a deep breath before placing your lips right on his tip. Slowly easing your way down his shaft...slowly..slowly...taking him in inch..by inch..you watched him go completely wide eyed before completely reclining his neck against the pillow “Holy...fuckkkkkk” He dragged that moan out until you stopped..almost gagging as you took in as much as you could...damn near hitting the bases..you were impressed with your own self to be fair.Placing your hand back beneath you as you continued to work him in your hand. “That feel good baby?” Rolling your tongue around his tip, sucking all the precum that was drizzling its way town… “Sooo  good...your gonna have me spoiled ...your soo good, so fuckin good” Brining his hand down futher...he started to massage your ass, before pulling your panties to the side. Letting his fingers slid between your folds, the sound of how wet you were shot through the room as you moaned out even stronger against him. He was starting to gently roll his hips into your mouth, which you loved, it’s what you've been asking for. Fingers sliding down your folds a growl left his lips once he felt how wet you were. His index and middle finger circled your clit, causing your body to tremble, only encouraging you to take him even deeper in your throat. Not even needing your hand anymore as you moaned out “How are you so damn perfect? Look at you..taking my cock so well while I work your pussy, getting you ready for me…” Sliding two fingers in effortlessly, which only made you clench down around him “Oh fuck me..baby stop..get up here..fuck your soo fuckikng wet and soo fucking tight...shit how are you THAT soaked already?”

Releasing him with a pop at that absolutely rhetorical question as you moved up his body, panting at this point, you needing him so bad. You can't even a time were you were this wet,and unbelievably aroused before he’s even slid in! Positioning yourself in a place where you could use his tip to tease up at down your clit. As you  rolled your hips against it. Moaning out shameless as you kept your eyes trained on his “For one..have you seen yourself?” Pausing with a brow raise almost as if you wanted him to answer, his eyes met yours..returning the brow kick with a air of amusement, a smug smirk raised the corners of his lips. leaning up, positioning him at your entrance… “And two..if it's the right guy..with the right cock..I actually love giving-Oh my fuck..” it suddenly felt like you were weezing as you started to slide down his length. You weren't even trying too you were just fucking soaked and he was unbelievable hard. You could barely keep your eyes open, as you also felt his thumb applying steady pressure to your clit as you eased your way down, digging your nails into his shoulders . “Hoseok what the fuck!” Almost crying at this point as you couldn't stop pulsing around him, you actually felt like you were coming already and he could feel it too as he circled your clit even faster. His back propped against the headboard,as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into the crook of his as your body took him in completely. Kissing up the side of your face as he tried to calm your body down you were pulsing around him so hard he actually couldn't move or else he’d probably come right with you. Bringing his lips to side of your neck,as his own breathy moans danced through your ears from how tight you were squeezing him. “You worked yourself up that much from sucking my cock, that the minute I slide in your already a second away from coming? Hmm..you like my cock that much baby? Does it feel that good?” Choking out a cry as you pulled back from him, wanting to look him directly in his eyes as he made you come. The hum that left his lips, accompanied by the smirk let you know the mood he was in..loving every second of this!  In all honesty you probably should've been embarrassed by how fast you were falling apart but you didn't care, you knew you could last many a rounds. As his chest was swelling knowing he ruined you within seconds “Fuck yeah, it dose….baby your  cocks soo good...god dont stop, please let me come,I’m gonna ride you sooooo  good….”

I’m stressed this man..I’m just stressed why did I write this!??? Well fuck, lol if you like it lemme know!

Love you guys as usual !

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and then there was light [4] {Roger Taylor}

A/N: 5060 words. part 4? part 4. it’s a bit of a darker one and before you ask, there will be a part 5, you know i wouldn’t end it on a cliffhanger and do you dirty like that.

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The moment Roger steps foot into the meeting about the design of the shows for the upcoming American legs of the ‘Night at the Opera’ world tour, he’s pretty sure he’s already mentally checked out. Freddie’s doing all the talking, to literally no-one’s surprise; the man has big ambitions for his own costumes, and knows the other guys will pipe up about their own needs when they get to meet with just the costume designer. John Reid brings up the technical requirements, Roger’s got the ‘galileo’s from Bohemian Rhapsody playing on repeat in his head as he stares into the middle distance, and it’s Deaky who sits forward.

“We’ve got a pretty solid idea for the lights; Freddie and I have been consulting with a designer in America; she’s freelance, used to work for EMI, she’s reliable.” He assures, and Roger’s thinking ‘hey that sounds familiar’ but Reid seems satisfied and they’re already moving on to the staging and sound equipment needed. 

Roger doesn’t connect the dots at first; it’s been almost four years since that fateful American tour, and they’ve had other tours come and go since, and as far as the others are concerned, they’re pretty sure he hasn’t spared you a thought since arriving home at the end of that tour. But he does, even if he doesn’t mean to.

The tour after you’d quit working for EMI, someone drops a parcan side of stage, and his heart is in his throat when he realises he was waiting to hear you yell ‘okay that one wasn’t my fault’ or something similar. All he hears is a faint apology, and a call from someone to get a broom. The scheduling’s different this time around, he can’t even have a cigarette in an empty theatre without some stagehand buzzing back and forth, or a band member trotting across the stage as they practice. It would be so much easier to lay on the stage if the rest of them were confined to one place while they played, like he was behind the drums. It’d be boring as shit, he would be the first to acknowledge that, but it would mean he would get stepped on less during lunch, and that’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make with the toe of Freddie’s shoe poking at his waist.

Nothing serious had come his way in that time, or rather, he’d never found anyone who could hold his attention for more than a week or two. People became dreadfully boring when all they wanted to do was faun over him and fuck him; not that it wasn’t fun at first, it was always fun at first, but there was a lack of variety, a sinking sensation that these people were more attracted to the idea of him that left a sour aftertaste.

But now he’s here, new company, new album, second leg of the new tour, new chance to sample all different women across this great nation. He’s already a little tipsy from his multiple jack and coke’s on the plane when they land, and he’s passed out on the tour bus before it even gets to the first tour stop. Once in Conneticut, he’s dragged from the bus, and informed that as soon as the tech crew had finished their meeting, they could start loading in their instruments. 

“How long have they been here?” Brian asks the stage hand, and the guy shrugs. 

“A couple of hours; the Floor Tech wanted the drum risers set up before she gave the brief.” He tells them as he lead the band in to the theatre, where most of the crew were milling about on stage. 

“She always did have a flare for the dramatic.” John says with a grin where his eyes were trained on the stage, and Freddie hums in agreement, which only serves to confuse Roger further until he sees an all too familiar figure climbing the drum risers with a clipboard in hand.

“Alright guys, can I have your attention, please?” Even after all these years, the sound of your voice hits Roger square in the chest. “I wanna make this as quick and painless as possible, so after today we can bump in and bump out without any hassles.” You addressed the crowd with an easy confidence from your place at the top of the drum risers, tapping your nails against the back of the clipboard in your hands, wearing the overalls he’d seen you in so many times before.

“You can call me Spotlight; I’m the Head Floor Tech for the tour, as well as lighting designer; those of you on my lighting team, you’ve got a copy of the lighting plan, and I’ll be talking to you about how we’re gonna run it after this. Next time, I’ll get some help from the stage hands to set up the drum risers, I had a few people help me today to get them set up early, but that’s just because I like being tall.” With a sharp grin you pause as a titter of laughter spreads around the group, “stage management team, you’re in charge of making sure side of stage is set up with anything the band needs, and that it’s clear of unnecessary clutter and people, and running cabling for the sound guys; they’ll tell you what they need.”

After a beat, you look around the gathered crowd, and nod firmly, a gesture which a few of them return.

“If you have any questions, remember; find your Light.” You point directly at yourself. “We break for lunch at one, but until then we’ve got a lot to get through; let’s get rockin’.” Grinning brightly, you hop down from the risers into the crowd of crew members, ushering a bunch, each holding a sheet of paper, off to the side, as the others scattered like cockroaches under light.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Roger finally finds his voice where he’s still standing, a little dumbstruck, alone in the aisle of the theatre where the others had left him behind.

“Didn’t you hear her speech? Spotlight’s our lighting designer.” Freddie calls over his shoulder, eyes wide and innocent, as if he hadn’t set this all up without thinking to mention it to Roger.

“Our what now?” He splutters, jogging a little to catch up to the other band members as they made their way towards the stage. He’s not quite sure what he’s doing, or what will happen when he gets their; the last thing you’d said to him was that you were stupid to think he was above his reputation, while you were in tears, and then it had been three years of nothing. He’s not going to run, at least he’s pretty sure he’s not; he’s self aware enough to know he was in the wrong last time you spoke, that he was an asshole, but he’s not going to be a coward. Not again.

“That was quite the speech.” John waits patiently until the crew who made up the lighting team had dispersed before addressing the familiar face at the centre. You turn, eyes bright and smile brighter, casually making your way towards him and the rest of the band.

“Yeah, I really feel in my element, you know?” It’s with an easy familiarity that you pull John into a hug, giving him a firm squeeze. “Good to finally see you again.” And then you’re hugging Freddie, and then Brian, and you stop short in front of Roger. It’s a stalemate, neither one wanting to be the first to look away, but both unsure of what to do. In the end, you don’t even offer him a handshake, just nod, and you turn back to the others.

“How’s Pippin been?” Freddie asks, and you’re about to answer, but Roger cuts in.

“Hang on, can someone fill me in here? Lovely to see you, by the way, just a little confused as to how you got here.” He says, and you’re lost for words, just blinking rapidly, trying to process the whole situation.

“Did you not tell him I was working with you guys?” Your words come out incredulous as you turn your gaze upon John and Freddie, who seem just as bewildered as you.

“I thought he’d cotton on when I mentioned an American designer who used to work for EMI.” John mused, turning his gaze on Roger, who frowned, thinking back to the initial meeting he’d just mentioned.

“I did,” Brian piped up, before casting a smile at John and Freddie that was just a little bit confused, “though I wasn’t a part of this little setup.” He tried to reassure the drummer.

“In my defense,” Roger started, before his gaze dropped, “I wasn’t paying attention, design isn’t exactly my forte.” He admitted, and you had to shake your head at that, exasperated and already a exhausted.

“Pippin’s good.” You go back to John’s initial question. Pippin isn’t so much a person as it is a touring version of a Broadway musical that had opened a year ago, to great success.

It turns out a written letter of recommendation from both the lead singer, and bass player of Queen goes rather far in the industry. After taking some time for yourself, you call up EMI to beg them not to fire you, however it turns out you needn’t have; both John and Freddie had given glowing reports of your work ethic and skill, and the man on the other end of the line is just eager to know when you were next available. 

The moment you’re on site next, they tell you you’ve been promoted to Floor Tech; they hand you a roll of gaff tape and a drill and a whole new set of responsibilities, heaped onto your usual load. You don’t even remember who had been performing, the tour had only lasted a month, all you know is that they were calling you Spotlight from the moment you’d arrived; apparently it was what Freddie had called you, and John had to clarify.

John is the first to contact you again, through EMI of course, and he becomes something of a comfort when you consider taking your career beyond the company that kept you firmly in the one position on tour. Freddie calls you less often, and never about business; it’s John who gives you the courage to leave EMI, and he’s the one who helps set up as a freelance theatre and event crew member. 

People had been head hunting you from tour to tour, beyond even EMI, some smaller acts even giving you the full Lighting Designer role. They expect you to sit back, let a stage hand or an assistant to take care of it, but every time you watch someone else focus a spot, your fingers itch to be doing it yourself. Dedicated to a fault, Roger had once called you, you think about it every time you climb an unsteady ladder, and think perhaps that he’s right.

The moment Pippin announces it’s tour, and puts out calls for crew, you’re first in line for the job, putting your hat in the ring for lighting, but happy enough to take any crew role. Not that you don’t love working with bands, but there’s a certain finesse that comes with theatre lighting that you can’t get anywhere else in the world. After two years, and the support of both John and Freddie, you find yourself as the assistant Lighting Designer, as well as Head Floor Tech, and once you step foot onto the tour bus, everything else becomes history.

Speaking of history, later in the day, after the rest of the crew have broken for lunch, you’re wedged under the drum risers, running some cables, when you hear someone climb up them, taking a seat at the drums.

“If you play one beat-” You’re cut off by Roger’s yell of surprise, as he’s so startled he almost falls off his chair.

“Holy shit, who is that?” He’s breathing heavily, voice panicked, and for a moment you take pleasure imagining clutching his hand to his chest like a delicate, little grandmother.

“Take a wild stab in the dark,” you mutter, unwedging yourself from beneath the structure, raising an eyebrow as you look at him. Almost immediately he’s frowning, and you’re thrown back to the moment almost three years ago where you’d been here before, looking up at him from behind the drum risers after you’d changed out the light mid-show. Clearing your throat loudly, you break the moment, getting to your feet and making your way to the side of the stage.

“What are you doing here?” He calls, watching idly as you go about counting out fly lines until you get to the one you’d been looking for. You’d gotten here early to go through the fly-line procedure with the Duty Tech for the venue, and now you lowered the LX bar it was attached to with ease after making sure there was no-one in the way. Your focus made something in his chest tighten, and he feels like he’s being taken back in time; you’re beautiful when you work, passionate and skilled, meticulous, that hadn’t changed. Roger has to look away.

“My job,” and you just sound tired when you say it, already securing the meticulously placed lights onto the bar you’d just lowered, going along and fixing them to the metal in a neat line. An uncomfortable silence spreads between you, punctuated only by the scrape of metal against metal, and the rattle of the safety chains.

“What are you doing here?” You don’t even try to hide the snippiness from your voice, not even turning to look at his as the accusatory words hang in the air.

“I’m having a smoke in what I thought was going to be relative peace, it’s something I do, okay?” Voice defensive, you hear the rustle of cardboard and hear the click of a cigarette, your annoyance growing with each passing moment.

“No, it’s what I do. It’s what I did three years ago, you just started showing up. You stole my relative peace.” You snapped, turning to him, a blazing fury in your eyes at his words, before your lip curled in disgust, “And you don’t even do anything with it.” You scoffed, and he went quiet, sulking behind his drum kit. Sensing he wasn’t got to talk back you turn back to your work.

The moment you turn away, he sees the way you heave a sigh, angry tension draining from your shoulders, a little hunched as you concentrated. Your hands shake a little as you fiddle with the safety chains. There’s still that confidence there, the ease with which you moved about the stage, but unlike around other people, when it was just Roger - though he suspected you were pretending he wasn’t there - you just looked... weary.

After that first town, he keeps his distance for a few stops, though the other band members look to keep you company on occasion. But then... he’s there again. Quiet this time, he just watches where you hold yourself like royalty at the top of a rickety ladder, so sure of yourself. He’d forgotten the sight of you in your element, and it hits him like a truck.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You snap when you chance a glance down and see his awestruck expression looking up at you. The shock comes when he actually looks abashed, averting his gaze, picking up his drumsticks and tapping out a rhythm that you’re pretty sure you recognise.

You’re both too stubborn to give the other one the peace of the theatre at lunch, however, while you’re content with stewing in silence as you worked, Roger, to no-one’s surprise, is not.

“How’ve you been?” He brings himself to ask. You stop where you’re replacing a gel on one of the drum riser lights, taking a long moment to consider your words carefully.

“Busy.” Tired. The subtext comes through loud and clear, despite your short answer, and once you’d finished with the light, you stand, before taking a moment to stretch your back out from behind hunched over.

“Working a lot?” I can tell. He answers after a long pause, almost sympathetic, and you know he’s not really responding to the words you’d said out loud.

“Yeah, non stop.” No subtext, just responding at face value, before your eyes up to the mostly finished rig. Afternoons were for last minute fixes and focusing, there wasn’t much left you could do, unless you were willing to ask for Roger’s help.

“When did your last thing end?” He asks, and you click your tongue as you turn on your heel, burned out gel in your hand, heading for a bin.

“Two days before this one.” You admitted. When you’re met with silence, you turn, and Roger’s frowning at you, almost disbelieving.

“You’re not still sleeping on the tour bus, are you?” He asks, and you roll your eyes before you tell him your accommodation is paid for this time around. You’re the first to leave, for the first time since everything had started, you leave halfway through to actually eat lunch, leaving Roger to himself.

When he’s drunk after the show, leaning against some local pub, with a girl leaning against him, heavy enough that the two of them would have tipped over if it wasn’t for the counter, he can’t get you out of his mind.

“I didn’t ruin her career.” His eyes go wide as the words, with something akin to revelation, escape him, and the girl makes a noise of confusion, her fingers ghosting over his chest, but he can’t even bring himself to enjoy it.

“I didn’t ruin her career!” He announces, excited and pleased in his inebriated state, sitting himself so forcefully on the arm of Freddie’s chair that he spills part of his drink. Freddie makes a noise of confusion, looking up at the blonde, and Roger gesticulates enough to spill more of his drink, ignoring Freddie’s yelp. “Spotlight! She said I’d ruined her career!” 

“When?” Freddie asks, just as John pops out from seemingly nowhere.

“Well you certainly didn’t help it. That was me.” Roger doesn’t care that John’s drunk, the way bassist says it, so serene and matter-of-fact, makes it sting just a little bit worse. His mood instantly flips.

“Can you piss off? Go be her best friend somewhere else.” Roger snapped, and he knew he’d regret being so sharp with John the following morning, but it seemed John himself knew that Roger was in a mood, and obligingly fucked off, seemingly not taking it to heart. “When we broke up, she accused me of ruining her career.” And he realises too late, when Freddie’s eyes go wide with realisation, that he’s said too much.

“Is this where you tell me exactly what went down between you two?” He asked, tapping Roger’s leg with excitement. The blonde, however, stood abruptly, glower on his face.

“No. Fuck off.” 

Roger spends almost fifteen minutes banging on the door of the tour bus before he remembers that you’re not in there, and falls into bed alone, fully clothed.

“The fuck did you say to Freddie last night?” The moment he steps foot onto the stage at lunch, you’re waiting for him, already livid. He’s tempted to turn and walk right back out the door. “Apparently he doesn’t know the real reason that I went home last ti- !” 

“Of course he doesn’t!” Roger snapped back, on the defensive without a moment’s hesitation. “It makes me look like a fucking wanker and he’d kick my ass; he adores you!” And that was enough to shock you into silence, grip loosening on the gaff tape in your hands. “They all do.” He said, and your expression turns unreadable.

“I know.” You finally said, a new, strange quality to your voice, it’s something akin to shock, but not quite, and Roger doesn’t know what to say next. “What about you?” You finally ask, voice a little defensive. It hurts to see you look at him with such a judgemental eye, though he’s well aware he deserves it.

“Doesn’t matter, does it? I could apologise a thousand times and you’d still be pissy.” He huffs, and you cross your arms, cocking your hip.

“At least once would be nice.” You level a cold glare at him and his gaze snaps back at yours, surprised. “You never once apologised, you know that?” And your voice is low, hurt and honest. “Are you even sorry for what happened?”

“It was three years ago-” He sighs, but you cut him off, shifting your weight to your other foot, swallowing thickly.

“So that’s a no. Glad to see where you stand.” And you turn to cross the stage to where you’ve already got the ladder set up, but he makes his way to you in three long strides, making to grab at your upper arm. The moment he does, however, you whirl around, slapping him, hard. “I told you to never fucking touch me; did you think I forgot?” And he sees why you were so eager to leave; there’s tears in your eyes, so close to breaking and streaming down your cheeks, your lip trembling. Something about your voice is so raw, it hurts worse than the slap.

“I am sorry.” And he sounds so fucking sincere, but you just glare at him, unashamed where the tears have begun to track down your cheeks. 

“You had your chance to say sorry; you had your chance to beg for forgiveness, but you told me I could leave; so I did, and so did your fucking opportunity.” But you can’t bring yourself to step back, frozen in place where he’s less than a foot away. Every fibre of your being is betraying you, wanting to be around him, close to him, after what he did.

“I’m sorry what happened between us;” his voice is so level, carefully controlled, you know he’s think hard about what he’s about to admit, “I fucked up, I know that; I’m sorry. It was three years ago but I’m still sorry. I’ve been sorry for a long time now.”

“Since it happened?” You asked, and he didn’t drop your gaze, answering without flinching or hesitation.

“Since I started worrying I’d lose you; I know what I’m like, I knew what I’d end up doing.” He admitted, and the words clearly didn’t have his intended impact as you stumble back, free hand clutching your chest.

“And yet you still-” And quietly, so quietly you’re not even sure he hears it, the words come out as more of a defeated whimper than anything else; “How could you not tell I was in love with you?” 

He’s in shock, and you barge past him, leaving as you can no longer contain your aching heart, and you head to the hotel you were staying at down the road, taking the rest of the lunch break to cry.

When you return, the rest of the crew has filtered in, Roger looks guilty, and Freddie and John look about ready to commit violent homicide, which was unsurprising for Freddie, but there was something comforting about Deaky wearing the expression too. In less than a week, the whole crew knows, and wherever you go, you feel yourself followed by pitying stares, which won’t go away, no matter how hard you throw yourself into your work.

“You’re working yourself into the ground.” Roger tells you a week later, watching the way your arms tremble as you focus a light, and it takes you a moment to blink blearily at him. “Don’t forget the security chain.” He adds, and you scowl, before looking at the light itself, and hurriedly affix the security chain to the rig. You insist that you’re fine, making your way down the ladder to scoop up another parcan, but you almost immediately drop it. 

“I just need some food.” You try to insist, your hands shaking as you leave the light where it is.

You don’t come out after shows, and it’s not gone unnoticed. The rest of the crew think you’re just dedicated, personable for the most part but prone to bouts of standoffishness.

“Oh you should have seen her on our first tour,” Freddie muses to an enraptured crowd at an afterparty, a few crew members listening with a bright-eyed attention, “that woman risked life and limb for our show.” And he sounds so proud when he says it, but something twists uncomfortably in Roger’s gut.

Cracks don’t show around other people, Roger’s noticed; you’re smile’s bright enough and your voice is loud enough that they don’t see the way your hands shake. Or how tired your eyes are. But then there are moments, you stand as if in the eye of the storm, gaff tape and drill in hand, watching as people follow your instructions without question, and you look up to see Roger tweaking his drums, and the two of you share a look. It’s a little indecipherable, he’s concerned and you’re just... tired. He wants to offer to help, but as soon as the moment arrives, it’s passed, and you’re off to the next task.

The air between the two of you has lost it’s angry tension; after saying your peace, after hearing his apology, there’s no fight left. Just a lingering disappointment, a quiet like the moment after a world-weary sigh. You don’t have to pretend around Roger, you both know he’d see through it if you’d tried.

“You should come get a drink after; you look like you need it.” Roger laughs, but there’s no humour in it. Without missing a beat, you decline, you don’t even bother coming up with an excuse. 

“I’m worried about you.” The tour is almost three weeks in, and you’re asleep against the proscenium arch when he walks in. You wake with a start at the sound of his voice, reaching out for the light you’d been fiddling with before you’d passed out. When you look to him with confusion, he repeats himself slowly. “I’m worried about you; are you sleeping okay?” 

“As if that’s any of your business.” You snapped back, and Roger kept quiet. It only takes him a day to figure out that sleep isn’t really a luxury you allowed yourself; you were the last out every night after bump out, sometimes staying until two in the morning, and from what the crew said, you were always the first up, running through check lists, accident reports, and going over anything that needed maintenance. 

When Freddie asks you to come out with them after a gig, you find it difficult to say no, he helped get you this job after all, but you’re there for barely half an hour before Roger sees you slip out the side door, drink untouched.

John asks if you’re okay one afternoon when you drop a stack of gel frames without warning, jumping almost a foot in the air and looking like you’re about to break into tears from shock, but seems content when you explain you’re just tired. Tired doesn’t even begin to cover how overworked you are.

The night you finally decide to relax a little, bump out having been miraculously fast, you’ve got the next day off. The others cheer you on as you down drink after drink, the alcohol hitting you hard and quickly, and the world gets blurry as you find yourself on the dance floor. It’s easy to drink too much, because for the first time in a long time, you’re relaxed, not worrying about the pretty, dickhead blonde who worries about you when he really shouldn’t. 

You’re drunk enough to admit to yourself that part of you likes the attention he’s giving you, it feels like vindication for the heartache you went through all those years ago. Part of it’s not even vindictive, part of you just likes the way he looks at you, the way his smile made your heart beat just a little faster; you call that part a fucking traitor and have another drink.

You don’t remember leaving the bar, but you come back to your body when you’re leaning against a streetlight for support, halfway through telling someone to fuck off.

“Ya’ not my caretaker, Roger,” you sneer, “you don’t need to look after me or whatever this is. Go help groupies home or to hotel or whatever.” You spit, and push off from the light, turning on your heel, almost topple over, and right yourself.

“Light, that’s the wrong way.” He calls, exasperated, and you turn again, this time actually crashing to the ground and grazing your hand on the way, before you get to your feet. He’s come over to try and help you, but you swat him away.

“You don’t get to call me that.” You stalk ahead of him in the direction he had come from, back toward the hotel, and he follows only a few steps behind.

“Fine, Y/N; you’re legless, let me help.” And after a moment of intense eye contact, in which you try to weigh up your options, you begrudgingly loop your arm through his.

“You’re still on my shit-list.” You inform him, and he hums in acknowledgement. “Why are you doing this?” You follow it up with.

“I’m not the asshole who fucked you over three years ago, and I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed for this show.” He said through gritted teeth, and you just smiled, a little dreamily.

“But what a way to go.” And he came to an abrupt stop. It took you a moment to realise, and looking back, you tugged on his arm to keep him moving. He just frowned at you, a little concerned. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it.”

“If I have to fire you to get you to take a break-” He threatened, and you scoffed, expression turning bitter.

“I’ll drop a light on you.”

“You’ll drop a light on me by accident before then anyways!” He crowed, and your expression fell, contemplative. “Just let me help; what do I have to do to make you actually rest? What do I have to do to prove myself?”

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The Carnival’s In Town - Cable/Nathan Summers x Reader

Prompts: ‘‘You make me feel alive’’ // ‘’Don’t sell yourself short.’’ // ‘’You were always gold to me.’’

word count: 3.2k (i dont know how,,,,,,,,, :’’))

A/N: Probably not what you think it is :P Requested by the amazing @marvel-forever-17 !! Hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! <3 <3 <3 <3

Warnings: a teeny tiny bit of angst :’’’) but a whooooooole lot of fluff aslkjlksjfklsdf

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‘’Can we PLEASE go?’’

You tugged Nathan’s hand towards the poster – flapping carelessly in the dry, hot summer breeze, kept in place only by one poorly hammered nail on its’ top edge. The poster’s clipart of a shiny Ferris wheel in the background had caught your eye; glinting under the bright sunlight as the poster pulsated against the wind.

You thought some fresh air out of the mansion would do you both some good – and you were right. The light breeze, the sunlight warm against the surface of your skin – all the right ingredients for a nice walk –  as you trod along the garden with your boyfriend next to you – barefoot on the soft grass – toes wide and exploring, as you gently wade through the blades; just to get a feel of the Earth beneath you. 

Nathan hadn’t rejected your offer of taking off your shoes – which was a huge surprise on its’ own, and here you were – hand in hand, feet free and roaming, now looking at the carnival poster.

‘’What? Aren’t you too old for this?’’ He asks incredulously, taking a look at the poster then back at you.

‘’No one’s too old for the carnival, Nate!’’ You argue, eyes wide and hopeful. You bring up his hand, big and relenting, to your chin, clasping it between your two hands. ‘’Pleeeease? It’s been so long! I promise I’ll win something for you!’’

You give him your biggest puppy-dog eyes, as Nathan watches your pleas – like a parent would a child – head tilted, face set into a soft, thin-lipped ‘’do we really have to?’’, followed by a few moments of deliberation. When he finally closes his eyes, he lets out a deep breath of surrender –

and there it was.

You let out a victorious squeal, and launch yourself at him into a hug, and Nathan only chuckles at your child-like enthusiasm – his eyes smile and crinkle up in the way they do when you know he’s truly happy and most comfortable; his usual taut and rough demeanor nowhere to be seen.

‘’I better get the biggest prize in there, Puddin’. Else, you got a pretty big price to pay.’’ He raises his brow at you, lips pulled into a smirk – which you end up mirroring back to him.

You salaciously walk two fingers from his stomach and up to his chest, getting your face in real close as you do. You lower your voice into a seductive whisper, ending the last syllable inches away from his ear – ‘’Well, experience tells me that I’m well-equipped for that.’’

Nathan feels his heart rate rise tenfold with every move of your fingers, and when you finally opened your mouth, the words seemed to burst an electric socket in his stomach – the heat moving up to his cheeks.

But Nathan wasn’t one to be teased.

Not without repercussions.

He tilts his head close to yours, a smug arrogance flashing in his eyes as he brings up a hand to your face, placed right under your chin, his thumb slowly running over the edges of your lips – his touch just light enough to make it seem like a million sparks on the most sensitive parts. ‘’Oh yeah, Doll?’’ His voice gravelly against your ears, a strong feeling lifts with desire in your chest; as his other hand has somehow found its place on your waist. ‘’You really wanna test that out again?’’

Your smile widens, eyes narrowing as you push him and his advances away; A hearty laugh escaping you, as he grabs you from behind, lifting you up into the air. ‘’Oh, you think you could get away that easy?’’ His fingers skillfully make contact with the one place of your weakness, and within seconds you’re wheezing and squirming as Nathan tickles you into oblivion – no signs of stopping anytime soon.

‘’Oh God, Nate! Stop– No!’’ You try grabbing for his hands, but he maneuvers over them like a pro.

‘’Should’ve paid more attention when you were sparring with me, huh baby?’’ He razzes around you, his fingers dancing across your most touchy spots, mapped out in his head and hands like his childhood home.

‘’OKAY! OKAY! I GIVE! YOU WIN!’’ You heave and laugh, and when he doesn’t let go, you bring out your secret weapon.

Digging your heels into the ground, you lift yourself off and crash against Nathan, who’s caught off-guard and loses his footing – and you both go down, falling onto the soft, still dewy grass with a graceful thud.

As you come to nice position over Nathan, straddling over his waist – pinning him down by his wrists – you let your face hover over his.

‘’Truce?’’ Nathan offers, his lips twisting into a yielding smile.

‘’Oh, not that easy, big guy.’’ You lower yourself closer to him, noses brushing for a second, before your lips meet in succession; gentle puckering and pushing of soft skin – somehow cool even under the increasingly sweltering heat – that was meant for kisses like these.

You pull away as you feel yourself getting breathless, catching a breath before breaking the silence with a smirk and a statement.

‘’Now we’re even.’’

 **

You roll over in your nice cozy bed, the soft wool wrapped snug around you, as Nathan’s arm holds you close by your stomach – his chest sidled up, warm and secure, against your back; the slight rise and fall now coming more into focus, as your eyes blink open.

You look straight into the digital clock on your bedside table, and a surge of excitement jumpstarts your muscles. You flip over again to wake Nathan up in the wee hours of the morning, ever so determined to beat the crowds and the heat that was always inevitable at carnivals.

‘’Nate.’’ You nudge him gently and whisper, so as to not startle him awake. ‘’Babe, wake up. It’s time to go.’’

He takes a deep breath as one eye opens, the other still squished against the pillow. He sleepily groans as he stretches out his arms in front of him – twisting a little to the side – before squeezing you back into his arms, pulling you back onto the bed as his eyes go back to being shut.

‘’Nathan, wake up already!’’ You whine as you wriggle out of his grip. You grab your pillow and throw it at him -- and he lets out another groan.

 ‘’C’mon we gotta go!’’ You brush past him from the shower as he lazily brushes his teeth at the sink. He spits out the foamed toothpaste – ‘’Babe, it’s still 6am. I’m sure we have plenty of time to get there and go on all the rides.’’ – He grabs a mouthful of water before gargling and spitting out the residue, and as you watch him through the doorway – dressed in his boxers still, the tired still not completely gone from his eyes – the biggest sense of gratitude washes over you.

Who on God’s green Earth would wake up at 6 in the fucking A.M. to get ready to go to a carnival at the will of their partner?

Nathan fuckin’ Summers, that’s who.

You stride over to him as he looks over, drying his mouth against one of his face towels – eyes expectantly waiting for you speak.

You tiptoe against the cool tiles of the bathroom, placing a smacking kiss on the side of his cheek, your hand pushing him into the kiss from his other cheek – the stubble would normally deter you from that particular action, but today felt like a good exception.

Nathan has his brows raised, ‘’And that was for?’’

‘’Take a guess, sherlock.’’

‘’I thought you said you wouldn’t kiss my cheek until I shaved – and I quote – ’that God-forsaken cactus face of yours’.’’ He enquires.

‘’Today’s an exception, and there’s more where that came from.’’ You wink as you get back to the wardrobe to get changed.

Nathan watches you sift through the wardrobe, and when you find your underwear and bra, you toss the towel onto the bed, leaving his hungry eyes on your body for the taking – as you quickly put one foot after another, sliding your soft cotton panties up the length of your legs.

You could practically feel Nathan’s gaze bearing over you – and you turn your head to him, signaling to him with a few deliberate clicks of your fingers.

‘’Better get to showering, old man. We’re burning daylight!’’

Nathan scoffs, nudging the door close with his leg – though not completely closed as the door comes to a slight squeaking stop as the latch bolt hits the frame. A nifty little convenience trick – who needs bathroom locks whilst showering if you both always make room for ways to join each other?

You smile at the little force of habit that’s become ingrained to muscle memory – when Nathan’s exaggerated voice echoes from the bathroom.

‘’See, now I’ve got to take a cold shower because of you.’’

You pull on your jeans and put on your T-shirt, before walking by the bathroom door, and push the door to let you a small opening –

‘’Thank you for your sacrifice!’’

Nathan huffs a laugh against the spraying showerhead, and within a few minutes, he’s out and dressed and waiting by the door. It was a wonder how he could do that – wake up 5 minutes before leaving and still be ready before anyone else – ‘’It’s called being prepared, darlin’. I could teach you a thing or two about that.’’ He’d quote whenever you’d ask how the fuck he got ready so quickly.

As you walk down the steps of the mansion – quietly so as to not disturb the others – you hear a familiar voice from the top of the steps – ‘’Where are you little love birds off to? Finally eloping form this place I see. Well don’t worry, I’ll keep my mouth shut–‘’ Wade jumps off the banister and onto the first floor with a thud, and a cracking sound of his knees– ‘’if you tell me where you’re going. Fuck that always hurts’’ He ends his spiel as he goes to smooth out his legs.

‘’We’re headed for the carnival!’’

‘’WHAT?! It’s still fucking dark out! What are you gonna ride there? Mr. FullMetal Dick in the middle of the fairgrounds?’’

You laugh at Wade’s reaction – ‘’Relax you whiny pop tart, we’re just heading there first to get a good feel of the place. We’ll meet you there!’’

‘’What’s all this noise about? It’s too early in the morning.’’ A disgruntled NTW walks out of her room, second from the top of the stairs. ‘’What are you guys doing up so early?’’

‘’Sorry for waking you Ellie! We were just headed for the carnival and – ‘’

You stop when you hear an annoyed grunt coming from your side. ‘’Look kids, Me and Y/N are gonna head out first. I’ve only got room for 2 on my ride – so if you really wanna join us, you’re gonna have to get a ride from our ridesharing friend, Dopinder.’’

As he finishes his matter-of-fact speech, he lifts you off your feet– ‘’Nate, what are you–‘’ and carries you over his shoulder.

‘’If you will excuse me, I’ve got my lady to please.’’

Your body goes limp against him, as he walks out the door and over to the garage, where he has his bike parked. ‘’Adios amigos! See you at the carnival!’’ you wave as NTW waves back and closes the front door.

  Your arms tighten around Nathan's thick, strong waist – your body sidling up against the leather jacket on his back, as he revvs the engine of his bike. His head turns to side, and he speaks up.

"Ready, doll?"

"You know it, Summers."

He revvs the engines once more, and in an instant, the both of you are blasting down the road and onto the freeway – the wind furiously whipping past you as the bike belts against the tarmac. Nathan zips between the few cars on the road, as your breath hitches with exhilaration – ‘’Hold on tight, darlin’.’’ His powerful voice cautions you, as he speeds up again, faster than you’ve ever gone – and something makes you want to let go and feel the winds above you.

You lift your body a little off the seat – arms held high over your head, as you howl out in joy. You watch the land extend far out into the horizon, the sun rising high and fast – the sky turning from the morning’s crisp golden sunrise to a blue as blue can get – the clouds white and puffy and running across the shifting blue canvas, as you and Nathan hurtle towards the bright new day.

  You were never afraid – ever – when you had Nathan around. He’d always had your back, and you’ve had his. Fighting monsters, ghouls, demons, robots – the whole shebang. You remember, clear as day, when you confronted your feelings for him.

You wished it was a planned thing – but being an X-Men meant plans change faster than the weather – and the very morning that you brought Nathan out to ‘’talk’’ was interrupted by a particularly intense attack by 3 sentinels and Master Mold.

You remember the way you stood between a beaten down NTW, facing off the Master Mold alone – You lifted yourself off the ground and up into the air – using your super strength to leap bounds onto the robot – making strong contact with the Mold, enough to cause it to stumble backwards and give NTW a chance to get to safety. But you almost had the winds knocked out of you when a sentinel crashed into you with all of it monstrous force; your head and body lamenting at the shock of contact, absorbing all of the damage – your brain much too pumped with adrenaline to feel the pain, as the colossal impact of the sentinel flung your body across the length of the large backyard of the mansion.

You touch down onto the approaching ground, hard and fast – your back scraping against the ground as the heavy friction slows down you down -- after what seemed like miles of tasting dirt -- to a halt.

The clouds of dust from the small baseball field has you in a coughing fit, as you force your body to rise from the ground. A disembodied voice calls out from the blur of the powdered Earth, panicked and terrified and booming with worry; a voice you knew well enough to call home.

‘’Y/N? Fuck.’’ You see the glint of his one T.O. eye advancing towards you – but that’s the thing with feeling safe and found and cared for;

The pain that was previously subdued by the adrenaline of fight of flight, wavers in and out, and before you know it – the agony of your bones that had their screams silenced are now fifty times louder, and that’s when you yell out in pain.

You fall onto your knees – but Nathan’s quick enough that he catches you, preventing anymore damage. You control your breathing – labored and struggling – trying to breathe through the pain. Nathan holds your body up with his, your back resting on his chest.

‘’Kid, hey, can you hear me?’’ He holds your face up with his hand, ‘’Speak to me, Y/N. C’mon.’’ His voice was desperate, but you were in too much pain to talk.

Instead, you hum a little sound of assurance. ‘’Mmmhmm…’’

‘’Okay. Okay. You’ll be okay, I promise. I need you to focus on your breathing okay?’’

You felt the sting of your wounds against the cold morning air – buzzing furiously in your nerve impulses, as every repressed pain response  came flooding into every corner of your thoughts.

But you remember one thing – and you somehow manage to speak it as you were slowly blacking out.

‘’Cable?’’

‘’Yes? Kid, I’m here, I’m here, please don’t go sleeping on me now.’’ He was fully focused getting the worst of your injuries in check – but stops when you put a hand on his arm.

‘’I was going… to say… that I really like… love you.’’

Nathan’s throat gets tight, caught completely off-guard by your confession in the midst of his panic, where his mind was previously running completely wild, now came to a complete standstill – and only regains momentum when he feels your heart rate slow down through his T.O. eye; but you – you weren’t afraid of anything – not when Nathan was around.

 You’re brought back to the present by Nathan’s enquiring, ‘’You okay, kid?’’

You realise you were holding onto to him tighter than a corset, and you ease up your arms into a snug hug. Nathan had slowed down considerably – mainly due to the increasing traffic – but you could now see the shape of the Ferris wheel ahead, sounding out a pleased ‘’AHA!’’  

Nathan takes the rest of the ride slow and steady – which gives you a chance to recount how your confession panned out.

*** 

You woke up, of course, in the mansion’s emergency room, on one of their best beds – which was news to you because they only saved the best beds for the worst injuries – and by the soft, fluffy feel of the bed AND a neck pillow? You probably already died and gone to heaven.

You let yourself get a feel of your body; eyes still closed.

It felt like a millennia since you’ve used it. You wriggle your toes and your fingers, before stretching out on the bed.

The sudden movements on the bed stirs Nathan awake from your bed side, and he sits up straight, his hand reaching for yours.

When you open your eyes, it’s all fuzzy and dark, only the fluorescent lights from the hallway outside (and the beeping monitor screens) illuminating the room. You suddenly feel a hand in yours, and when you look up, there was Nathan – looking at you with relief.

‘’Glad you’re finally awake, kid.’’ His eyes were soft, grateful even.

‘’Mmmm yeah. I don’t really remember what happened. Care to fill me in? I mean, it must’ve been a big one if I’m back in here again after all these years.’’

‘’Don’t sell yourself short, kid.’’ He exhales, almost as if he had to stop himself from elaborating.

He leans in close to you, pulling you in by the waist – you sensed a tension, a fatigue in his demeanor, as he breathes out a heavy sigh; holding you tight, his face smothered into your neck.

You hug him back, the sweet gesture more than welcome, especially coming from Nathan.

He pulls back a little, with you still in his arms, and explains. ‘’Well, before you faded away, I was gonna say… that I really like– love you too.’’

And everything clicks for you. The crash, the shooting pain, the glint of his eye in the dust cloud.

The I really love you.

***

You feel the blood rush into your cheeks, as Nathan pulls the bike into a stop in front of the carnival. You shake it off, before swinging your leg up and off the bike.

‘’Ready to get your ass kicked, Summers? I’m gonna be gold at these games.’’

‘’You were always gold to me, darlin’.’’ He tugs you close to him, pressing a loving kiss onto your temple.

***

His soft lips depart from your temple, ‘’I was so afraid that I was going to lose you.’’ His forehead lingers over yours, his slow steady breath exhaling as a means of respite.

‘’What can I say, Summers? You make me feel alive.’’ You jest in a whisper, pulling him into a soft, binding kiss.

***

You step back from Nathan’s lips when you hear an obnoxious honking noise.

‘’HEY! This is a FAMILY-ORIENTED EVENT! NO KISSING ALLOWED!’’ Wade bellows from Dopinder’s taxi, leaning in front of the wheel as he presses on the wheel.

You flash a knowing smile at Nathan, who offers up a hand to you.

You take it, interlocking with his fingers and swinging your arms as you stride into the carnival entrance – ready for yet another new day, a new adventure, with Nathan; one of the many that you will keep remembered for a rainy day.  

[spoopyghostgirl]

Lightbringer Part 2

Pairing: Yon RoggXoc with some casual VersXoc

Rating: Teen+ (I am kind of a potty mouth)

Word Count: 3,984

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"Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy

Ah ya ya ya ya 

I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean"

1991,

Lazarus stretched her arms high above her head, yellow eyes moving from the wall across from her, down to her hands sitting in her lap. She was back on Hala, in the bed of the man who had wiped out an entire race of people because of what many would call a lover's spat. Looking down at his sleeping face, Lazarus sighed before swinging her legs over the side of the bed, and making her way across his bedroom. Slipping into the shower in the attached bathroom, Lazarus went to work shaving and washing her body, her thoughts wandering to the events that happened when she had returned and spoken to the Supreme One.

"You question his decision," Lazarus stood in an all white room, yellow eyes moving to meet the eyes of her mother. 'Or, at least, the face of my mother,' having become accustom to the supreme ones psychological games.

"I feel as though he killed them out of jealousy," she didnt even have to pull the memory forward, the supreme one having been able to easily pluck it from her mind. Her face shifted into one of displeasure, Lazarus finding herself rather thankful she wasnt on the receiving end of the supreme ones anger. "Even if the people themselves wouldn't have been great warriors, we could have used the planet as a staging ground and the Mavkas as our eyes and ears on the planet. But Ronan didnt think, he felt, and it cost us the loyalty of a people who-,"

"Who were desperate enough that we would never have to worry about them turning against us." The supreme one shook her head, her lips twisting into a scowl. "You're right, his actions were inexcusable and hurt us more than helped us. He will be punished accordingly," Lazarus watched as the supreme one tapped her chin with her pointer finger, her clear blue eyes moving from the ground between them to her. "But that is not something you need worry about. You have been given a new mission, a new objective. You are to join the Starforce task force and work alongside their commander, Yon-Rogg as his captain and manipulate both him and Vers. You must make sure that their loyalty is to me and me alone, and do whatever it takes to break them apart. I will not risk losing such a powerful weapon," bowing her head to the supreme one, she spoke the words that she'd been taught.

"Of course, Supreme one, you know I live to serve,"

Lazarus shook her head, yellow eyes narrowing at the sidewalk below her. She had slipped out of Ronans home without so much as a good bye to the slumbering man.

"Its not like I owe him an explanation," she spoke quietly to herself, having decided to jog to the gym instead of taking the public transport. 'He knows what he did and knows that I am not the kind of person to let that sort of thing go.' She had never been one to let the blue eyed man get away with being a piece of shit, Ronan having told her it had been something he had liked about her. Shaking her head, she decided that she needed to let it go and focus. She was set to meet her new team today and start her mission. 'I can't be distracted by any-,'

Lazarus stumbled, her right hand shooting out to steady the slightly larger body that had crashed into her. Looking up, Lazarus found a familiar face, the face of the girl the supreme one wanted her to monitor. 'How convenient,' she mused, Vers having caught the hand that had grabbed her arm to steady herself.

"I'm so sorry," they spoke at the same time, Lazarus flashing Vers a charming smile, the dark eyed girl smiling shyly in response.

"No no, it was my fault, I should have been watching where I was going. I've just got a lot on my mind and I," she paused, shaking her head as if to clear it of some thoughts that had threaten to slip out. Lazarus only arched a brow at the babbling girl, Vers looking up to meet her gaze, something she hadn't held in their brief conversation. "I'm Vers," Lazarus took the hand that was extended to her in greeting, bypassing the hand and firm grasping the blonde womans forearm.

"Lazarus," she countered, smirking lightly when Vers squeezed her forearm in return. "And it's understandable, I too, am feeling rather distracted this morning. I'm on my way to the main training facility to clear my head," Vers released her arm, her light brows cinching in confusion.

"Then why are you going this way? The training facility is-," Vers eyes narrowed at their surroundings, seemingly realizing that she had somehow managed to jog past both Yon-Rogg's home and the training facility the majority of the higher level militia used. "I ran right past it," Lazarus allowed herself to giggle, something she knew to not be very Kree like.

"It seems whatever is on your mind is rather distracting," Vers eyes were wide as she looked upon the grinning woman. "It happens to the best of us," she continued lightly, stepping forward so she stood shoulder to shoulder with the slightly taller girl. "Wanna talk about it?" Lazarus continued, Vers moving to fall into step with the fair haired girl. Picking up her pace, Vers mirrored the action, the pair falling into a casual jog, the supreme one letting her know several small but useful things about Vers. Several silent moments past, Vers seeming to be arguing with herself before she sighed. "Its alright, you dont have to tell me if you dont want to," shaking her head, Vers offered her an unsure smile.

"No, that's not it, I'm just not use to people seeming to care about the things on my mind. Well, except Yon-Rogg, but...," Lazarus squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, yellow eyes only needing to graze over her face to know that her relationship with Yon-Rogg was very... close. "A couple of years ago I lost my memory and... I've had nightmares ever since. They're intense but I dont ever remember anything. They're there and then they're gone... Yon-Rogg suggests that I don't linger on them, that they won't help me but-,"

"Everyone wants to know who they are." Vers gave a nod, her expression distant and full of a longing Lazarus was far too familiar with.

"I wish I could just remember something, anything about who I use to be but i can't and no matter how much Yon-Rogg tells me to forget something tells me not to." Lazarus squeezed her shoulder once more, the pair stepping into an elevator that would take them to the training facilities on the upper levels.

"Well, not to toot my own horn, but I am a very good listener and i am more than happy to listen to any of your problems if you need someone." Vers smiled, her cheeks flushing lightly at the grinning white haired womans offer.

"I would love to take you up on your offer but I'm not planetside very much and when I am, I feel like all I'm doing is training." Lazarus arched a brow, a playful smile on her lips.

"Let me guess, you're part of some important task force?" Vers unzipped the zip up she had been wearing, flashing Lazarus the logo on her shirt that read 'StarForce'. "You're StarForce? That's crazy, I was just reassigned to your team," recognition flashed across her face.

"You're the Executioner, Ronans second in command." Lazarus did her best not to grin at the womans surprise, offering her a rather shy nod of confirmation. "I'm guessing you're here to meet the team then...," looking down at the device on her wrist, Vers did her best not to laugh out loud. "3 hours early," Lazarus shrugged noncommittally, looking into the girls brown eyes.

"I guess that's something we have in common," Vers smiled, a small smile on her lips.

"I guess so,"

Lazarus bent at the waist, stretching down to her toes, yellow eyes moving from her toes to the young woman before her. Vers matched her stretching form, their eyes meeting briefly before they switched positions. Vers had suggested they sparred together since neither had the original partner they had planned on. Standing up straight, Lazarus stretched her arms high above her head, her fingers laced together.

"Ready?" Vers gave a nod, the pair moving to the mats that were laid out, several other pairs of bodies dancing around their respective partners around them. Taking her preferred fighting stance, she turned, ready to take Vers on. After Lazarus made no move against the blonde, Vers took the initiative, moving to quickly close the distance between them. Lazarus made no move to counter her attacks, instead opting to watch how the blonde preferred to fight. 'Shes reckless, opting to nose dive right in, and-,

"Are you going to fight?" 'Easily angered,' Lazarus caught Vers right wrist as she tried to deck the shorter girl. Using Vers momentum against her, Lazarus threw the girl over her shoulder. Vers landed on her stomach with a groan, Lazarus moving to immediately sit on Vers back, pinning both of her arms to her back. Growling, Vers arms began to glow, Lazarus arching a brow in surprise. 'This must be what the supreme one was talking about-,'

"I suggest you keep that under control, Vers. I, too, have a special power and would love to show you it but... I can tell from that nice circle on your neck that you cant control your powers where as I can mine. I would find it... unfair to use them against you."

"Powers like mine," Lazarus released the girls arms, and with a simple snap, a black fire grew in the palm of her right hand. "Holy shit," offering Vers her left hand, she pulled the young woman to her feet, her brown eyes never leaving the fire in her right hand. "Did the Supreme one give you those powers?" Lazarus' brows cinched in confusion, her mouth opening to ask if that's how she was being led to believe she had obtained her powers when the door behind Vers swished open, Lazarus finding a trio of her men strolling into the room.

"Commander," Vas-Il greeted, taking point ahead of Chek-Og and Ag-Las. "I see you've found a new training partner," grinning lightly at her captains casual prodding, she pulled Vers to her feet.

"This is Vers, shes a member of the team I will be joining. Vers, this is my captain and hand to hand expert, Vas-Il, our sharp shooter, Ag-Las, and the newest recruit to our team, Chek-Og." She pointed to each man as she spoke, Vers looking to each member as she pointed at them. "And actually, she found me, so theres no need to get jealous, Vas," Vers was surprised to find the group playfully teasing one another. 'No one on my team is like this, not even Yon-Rogg.' Vers found herself briefly wishing she would have been placed with the white haired young woman. "Its important to know how your team members fight, right Vers?"

"Uh, right?" Lazarus felt her lips twist into a playful smile, her teammates chuckling softly at the young womans confusion.

"And she knows how to just smile and agree with her superiors, which is very important to a girl in my position." She playfully elbowed Vas-Il, the taller man groaning in exasperation.

"You are such a pain," turning to offer Vers a friendly smile, Lazarus found the young woman frowning.

"You doing okay, Vers?" The blonde shook her head before offering her a small smile,

"Yes, of course. Sorry, I spaced out for a moment," Lazarus gave a nod, yellow eyes moving to her captain. Vas-Il was the only person who had been privy to the general idea of what her mission was. 'Plant seeds of doubt, reaffirm loyalty to the supreme one, kill the spare if necessary.'

"Dont worry about it, V," Lazarus reassured, turning to her counterparts. "Do you want to keep sparing? Vas-Il is top notch and I'm sure he'd be able to help you perfect your form." Looking between the pair, Vers remembered what Yon-Rogg had said to her.

"Yon-Rogg suggested said that I shouldn't fight others. He doesnt think I can control my powers well enough," Vas-Il, without missing a beat flashed Vers a smile.

"Trust me, there's nothing that you can throw at me that my commander hasnt already done." Rolling her yellow eyes, Lazarus shoved her captain lightly, childishly sticking her tongue out at him. Vers looked uncomfortable, looking to Lazarus for direction.

"I trust you, Vers. I know you won't hurt Vas-Il," 'she trusts me.' Vers felt the smallest of smiles crawl across her lips. "And I'm sure Vas trusts you too, right?" Vas-Il gave a firm nod of his head, flashing the young woman an award winning smile. "Alright then, I'll sit this round out. Chek-Og, Ag-Las, why dont you two spar?" Chek-Og looked unsure, dark eyes moving from Lazarus to the unfazed Ag-Las.

"Of course, commander," Lazarus moved to the side, watching on silently, already making mental notes of what she would say to the Supreme one once she reported in. 'It seems her team doesn't treat her well,' Vers being surprised by the way her team members treated one another. 'And, it would seem at least one of them has made their lack of faith in her well known.' Vers grunted as her back slammed against the mat, Vas-Il successfully pinning the younger woman to the ground.

"You leave yourself open too much. You need to stand with your elbows closer in, and your feet further apart. You arent grounding yourself well enough," Vers teeth were bared in anger when he began but now her face was laxed, thankful that the blue skinned man hadn't mentioned her losing her temper. Vas-Il released her, offering the blonde a hand, and pulling her to her feet. Looking past Vers, the pair shared a small smile, Vers immediately making changes to her stance.

"Again," Chek-Og caught the fist that Ag-Las threw at him, Chek-Og attempting to throw the larger man over him. Ag-Las, instead of losing his footing, allowed the younger man to pull him closer, before smashing his opposing hand into the boys face. Chek-Og groaned, stumbling back slightly, Ag-Las moving in to punch his stomach, Chek-Og landing flat on his back. Ag-Las made no move to help the younger man up, Chek-Og groaning on the floor.

"Is that the best you can do?" Ag-Las' question was rather direct, the younger man on the ground pushing himself up to his feet and glaring.

"No, I just dont specialize in this sort of thing," Chek-Og having been added to their team as a combat medic and pilot.

"Really? And do you think I'm some sort of hand to hand expert?" Stepping in between the bickering pair, Lazarus sent Ag-Las a sharp look, his lips twisting into a scowl.

"Theres no need to argue, Chek-Og is fresh out of the academy. We all had much to learn at that point, and it was thanks to our superiors who took the time to train us that we ended up turning out the way we have. Superiors like you, Ag-Las, who can help guide and mold Chek-Og into a great warrior." Ag-Las' shoulders slumped, his violet eyes pinching shut.

"You're right," turning his attention to Chek-Og, Ag-Las sighed. "I apologize for losing my temper, Chek. Why dont we go practice shooting? That's what I'm best at, afterall," Chek-Og looked to their commander before turning to Ag-Las.

"That sounds acceptable," with that, the pair slipped out of the training room, Lazarus moving back to the pair who were still sparring on the other side of the room. Vas-Il was grinning, dancing around Vers in a very similar fashion to what she had been. 'Shes following his advice to the T,' she smiled, a small snort leaving her as Vas-Il smoothly knocked the blonde onto her back.

"You're killing me," Vers groaned from her place on the floor. Bouncing in place, Vas-Il offered Lazarus a cat like grin.

"Wanna go again, Laz?" The white haired young woman nodded, moving to take her captains place. Vers pushed herself to her feet, rolling her shoulders, and taking the stance Vas-Il had told her to. Taking her original fighting stance, Lazarus allowed her yellow eyes to run over Vers. She was grinning despite having been knocked on her ass repeatedly by her captain, Lazarus finding the smile rather charming.

"Ready to go?" Vers nodded and moved first, Lazarus grinning at her confidence. Vers swung, Lazarus ducking to avoid her swing before Vers moved, immediately kicking with her right leg directed at her legs. Lazarus blocked the first and then second kick she attempted with her left leg to Lazarus head with her forearm. Stepping back, Vers followed, throwing her left fist at Lazarus' face. Leaning back, Lazarus avoided the swing before leaning forward. Deflecting the second, Lazarus allowing the swing to graze her right arm. Reaching out, Lazarus grabbed Vers upper arm with left hand and her elbow right her right. Twisting her body, Lazarus body slammed the blonde to the ground, a cat like grin spreading across her lips. Vers attempted to get up but Lazarus wouldn't allow that, planting her foot on Vers side and twisting her arm slightly. "Do you concede?" Vers flipped Lazarus off, the white haired woman laughing at her childishness. "Awh, come on V, don't be such a sore loser." Vers 'hmphed' in response, her mouth opening, likely admiting defeat when the training doors opened to reveal her commander and several members of her team.

"Yon-Rogg," Vers spoke up, his yellow eyes moving from her face to the white haired woman restraining her. Lazarus looked up to find said man staring at her, her yellow eyes slightly narrowing. 'Ah, so this is the commander I am to woe,' a soft squeak left her lips, Vers kicking her legs out from under her. Immediately releasing her grip on Vers, Lazarus tumbled forward, right over into the grinning woman. Lazarus, nose smacked squarely into Vers forehead, a pained groan leaving the young womans lips as she pushed herself up so she hovered over the blonde. "I'm so sorry! Your nose is bleeding," pinching her nose to stem the blood from dripping onto the panicked blonde, Lazarus pushed herself off the young woman. "Are you okay? I didnt mean to-," Lazarus' shoulders shook as she began to laugh, turning her yellow eyes on the now confused young woman.

"You are, so recklessly, Vers," her dark brows shot into her hair in surprise. She had expected anger from the young woman, not laughter, Vas-Il moving across the room and offering his commander a hand.

"Yeah, reckless like someone else we both know," Lazarus reached out with her left hand, lightly shoving her captain.

"Please, that was ages ago, when I was still new to being in charge." Vers was at her side immediately, having grabbed a towel, and replacing Lazarus hand with the towel. "Thank you," she added, turning to offer the blonde a kind smile.

"I'm sorry, again," Lazarus opened her mouth to repeat that it was fine, that it wasnt a big deal, only for Yon-Rogg to clear his throat. "Oh, right, Lazarus this is-,"

"Yon-Rogg, commander of starforce, and you are?" Lazarus pulled the towel from her face, casually hiding the color of her blood from those gathered.

"Lazarus, commander and executioner for the Accusers." Yon-Rogg's eyes widened a fraction, not expecting the newest member of his team to be such an attractive young woman. 'Given her position I was expecting someone much... older.' "And I'm assuming the rest of you make up Vers squadron?" Lazarus' yellow eyes moved past Yon-Rogg to the four man group that lingered behind him. 'Korath,' was the only one that she recognized, having seen him consult with Ronan on more than one occasion. 'I'll have to be careful of him, can't have Ronan knowing what I've been sent here to do.'

"It would be important to introduce her to the team," Vers joked lightly, Lazarus winking subtly at the grinning blonde. Yon-Rogg looked less impressed, looking between the grinning pair.

"I was getting to that, Vers. Lazarus, this is Minn-Erva," he gestured to a blue skinned woman with black hair and cold dark eyes. "Att-Lass," another pure Kree, Lazarus noted, though his eyes held more curiosity than distrust. "Bron-Char," 'he looks like a blue skinned Volstagg,' Lazarus forced herself not to grin at the thought of the kindhearted Asgardian. "And, my second in command,-"

"Korath," Lazarus spoke for him, the pair gripping each others forearms in greeting.

"Comander Lazarus, I look forward to fighting beside you once more." The friendliness that the young woman had been exuding when he and his team had entered had all but vanished, Lazarus taking on a much more serious approach.

"As do I, with you, Korath. Though, I'm not sure how long that will be for. I was under the impression that you may yet end up taking my previous position with the Accusers. Ronan has spoken quite highly of you." She could almost see his whole head expand at the praise, Vers grinning lightly when she caught her eye.

"Really? I was not made aware of that possibility, " Yon-Rogg interrupted, gold eyes hardening. Lazarus looked unfazed,

"It is something that has been discussed between myself, Ronan, and the Supreme One," despite wanting to argue, Yon-Rogg gave a nod. 'He acts obedient but I can see it in his eyes. He'll lie to stay in control and in this instance, his lie is cover his own hurt ego. How cute,' opening her mouth to introduce her own second in command, she found her jaw clenching as a familiar Kree entered the room. "Ronan," she greeted flatly, yellow eyes slightly narrowed.

"Lazarus, Yon-Rogg," he greeted the pair in charge of the remaining members, his blue eyes briefly moving over Korath and Vers, who had moved to stand closer to the white haired young woman. "I am here to bring the two of you before the Supreme One." Lazarus looked to Vas-Il, his violet eyes moving briefly to lock with his commander.

"Of course, Ronan, if you'd lead the way." Lazarus didnt say anything as she followed Ronan out, Vas-Il lingering briefly. Korath shared a look with the black haired man, a small nod passing between them before he followed his commander silently out of the room. Yon-Rogg looked displeased, gold eyes settling on the dark skinned man beside him.

"Is there something going on that I should be made aware of, Korath?" Korath turned to his leader, ready to bold face lie to the man when the door hissed open once more.

"Korath, with me," Ronan ordered, Korath not even looking to his commander for direction. Ronan caught Yon-Roggs eye as the door closed, his lips pressed in a tight line. Doing his best to keep himself level headed, Yon-Rogg turned to his team, gold eyes burning with something akin to anger.

"Since we're all here, mind as well train while we wait for further direction. Vers, with me, Minn-Erva-," the blue skinned woman slipped out the door silently, already knowing that Yon would pair himself up with Vers. 'No need to stay around and watch that mess,' she grimaced, though she couldn't help the smallest smirks from flickering across her lips. 'Though I'm not sure how much longer Vers will hold his favor,' she thought of the way Vers smiled at the new girl. The way they seemed to gravitate towards one another. 'Or how much longer he'll remain hers.'

[salamadersaurus-rex]

Prompt! Director Sanvers. Charity car wash AU first time meeting. Bonus point if you throw in the fact that at least two of them know each other separately by sight but not to talk to.

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Lena ropes Alex into a charity car wash by way of Kara.

“I don’t know why she’s even doing this, doesn’t she have like a billion dollars?”

“Mmm, more like ten billion.”

“So why is she making us wash cars for five dollars?”

Kara ignores her, staring open mouthed at Lena in the distance, who’s wearing a pair of short shorts and an MIT t-shirt.

Alex rolls her eyes. “Your crush is showing.”

Kara blushes. “I’m just… admiring her hose work.”

“So that’s what the kids call it these days.”

Kara gasps. “Alex!”

Alex cackles, dodging Kara’s swipe and dancing away towards where Winn is handing out buckets of warm water. He grins at her, gives her a bucket and a big yellow sponge.

Kara’s back at her side, picking up two buckets easily. “You’re mean.”

“You love me.”

“Of course I do.”

Alex starts making her way towards where Lena and James are directing volunteers. “So why is this happening?”

“To raise awareness for Lena’s new charity. It helps get girls into mechanics and engineering.”

Alex grunts. “About time. You know Max Lord tried to mansplain my own bike to me?”

Lena spots Kara and Alex, and a huge grin appears on her face. She has to lean over Kara’s buckets but she manages to hug her. “Kara, you came!”

Kara smiles giddily. “Of course I did.”

“Why dont you get started over there,” Lena says, pointing to a spot on the far side of the parking lot.

“Anything for my best friend.”

Alex mutters something under her breath, and Kara kicks her.

“Oh hey, Alex.” Lena smiles politely at her, half watching Kara heading off to start washing cars. “I didn’t see you there.”

Alex just gives her a pained smile before hobbling after Kara, her ankle throbbing.

It’s just before noon, and the car wash is pretty quiet. Alex amuses herself blowing bubbles at Kara. James comes over to chat and offer a bottle of suncream. “It’s going to get pretty hot.”

As the clock creeps towards twelve, Alex finds herself yawning. She dozes on her feet, trusting Kara to keep her upright.

“Why are you so tired?” Kara asks quietly.

“That asshole in the Lamborghini came home at four am. Couldn’t resist revving right under my window.”

“Just ask her to drive a bit quieter. You guys are just down the hall from each other, right?“

“I’d much rather smack her. I feel like it’d get the point across better.”

Kara rolls her eyes. She’s about to lecture Alex on leaving violence til every option has been exhausted when a couple of cars edge into the parking lot.

“Aha!” Kara says brightly. “Customers.”

Alex wearily waves her sponge. “Yay.”

After that there’s a steady stream of cars. Kara makes quick work of washing them, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and offering a bright smile and a leaflet for Lena’s charity to each driver. She lets Alex wash the wheels.

By the time they’ve done ten cars Alex is sweaty and red.

"I thought car washes were supposed to be sexier,” she grumbles.

She strips off her jacket, leaving her in a tank and an old pair of joggers. The tank is wet, and clinging unpleasantly to her skin. In a break between cars, Alex grumpily wrings out her top, lifting it up and squeezing an absurd amount of water out. The sun warms the skin of her stomach, and Alex pauses for a moment, closing her eyes and enjoying it.

“Umm. Hi?”

The low voice snaps her eyes open. The frown on her face drops with her jaw when she sees the woman in the police car pulled up in front of her. She’s gorgeous, all wavy hair and dimples to die for, a beautiful smile aimed right at Alex.

“Hhh car wash.” Alex says.

Kara cackles.

Alex recovers enough to kick her.

Luckily Kara asking the cop if she wants her car washed covers the sound of Alex’s toes cracking against Kara’s steely skin. Kara smiles sweetly at the cop, completely oblivious to Alex hopping around in the background, trying her hardest to stiffle a pained whine.

The cop hands her a crumpled five. “You okay there?“ she asks Alex.

"Mhmm,” Alex squeaks.

Kara grins and shoves a wet sponge into Alex’s arms. “Now who’s being super gay?“ she stage whispers, loud enough for the cop to hear. She rushes off, presumably to go find some popcorn and a camera, leaving Alex alone with the hot cop.

"Are you sure you’re okay?” the cop asks.

Alex shakes her foot out. “Yeah, fine. Just, uh, cramp.”

The cop nods. Alex positions a bucket by the front wheel. She soaks her sponge, and gets to work on the cop’s door. “Busy day, then?”

“Yeah, kind o-”

Her radio buzzes out static.

“Sawyer! What the hell?”

Sawyer rolls her eyes. “Relax, Brad, I’m just down the block at the charity car wash.”

“Aww Maggie. I don’t wanna walk that far.”

“Well it’s that or walk back to the precinct.”

Down by the front wheel, Alex chuckles. Maggie leans out and winks at her.

“Ugh. Fine. But there’d better be a sexy babe washing the windshield when I get there.”

“It’s not that kind of car wash you lech. Get me a coffee.”

Maggie turns her radio down so Brad’s voice is just a low murmur. “Don’t worry,” she says to Alex. “I’ll sort him out if he tries anything.”

“I can take care of myself.” Alex flexes jokingly. She doesn’t miss the way Maggie’s mouth drops open slightly. Testing the waters, Alex keeps her arm up and squeezes the sponge, letting soapy water run down onto her biceps. Maggie lickes her lips.

Alex makes her way to the back of the car. She looks coyly over her shoulder at Maggie before making a show out of bending down to dip the sponge back in her bucket. When she straightens back up she catches Maggie staring unabashedly at her ass.

“You know,” Maggie says, conversationally, “I think I’ve got something on my windshield, miss.”

Alex raises an eyebrow and smirks. She picks up her bucket and carries it round to the front of Maggie’s car.

“Alex,” she says, as she passes Maggie’s window.

Maggie points to a spot on her windshield that’d get Alex stretching just the right way over the hood. “Right here, Alex.”

Something about the way Maggie says her name makes Alex put the bucket down a little harder, and soapy water splashes up and soaks her tank top, again.

Alex grimaces. “Shit, I just got dry.”

Maggie chuckles, rumages in her side pocket and hands Alex a wad of takeaway napkins. Alex dabs at her stomach and chest.

“If you want to wring your tank out again and flash me those abs, I wouldn’t mind a bit.”

Alex blushes. Maggie’s cheeks dimple, filling Alex’s stomach with little butterflies. All of a sudden she’s nervous, her eyes skipping away from Maggie’s to focus on the wet tarmac.

“Alex?” Maggie’s voice is kind, the sexy timbre gone.

Alex scrunches the napkins in her fist. She meets Maggie’s gaze again, just as a horribly familiar roaring fills her ears.

Alex bares her teeth, whips around full of fury as a Lambourghini, sun glaring off the shiny black paint, rolls into the car wash.

“Oh hell no.”

The Lambo pulls to a sleek halt beside James, the door sliding open and the short, annoyingly sexy frame of Alex’s worst enemy steps out. She hands James a bill, looks him up and down appreciatively. Alex is practically vibrating with anger. The woman looks around, catches sight of Alex and smiles a perfect smile. She starts to stride over, and despite herself Alex can’t help but stare at her legs. She shakes her head roughly, already planning where on that gorgeous face she’s going to smack her asshole neighbour when behind her Maggie’s car door opens, and she cheerfully calls, “Lucy!”

Lucy sweeps past Alex and pulls Maggie into a hug.

“Long time no see, Sawyer!”

“Yeah,” Maggie laughs. “I haven’t pulled your idiot boyfriend over for speeding in weeks.”

“Alas, we broke up.” Lucy sighs. She holds her hand over her heart solemnly for a moment, before dissolving into giggles.

“It looks like it hit you hard,” Maggie snarks.

“I kicked him out this morning,” Lucy says. “He forgot his car keys though.” She pulls the keys out of her purse and waves them at Maggie with a grin.

Alex’s gut twists suddenly. She lets out a quiet, “Ah.”

Lucy turns to face her, a little taller than Alex in her heels. She looks Alex up and down, spends a fair amount of time on Alex’s cleavage. “Hey, neighbour.”

Maggie chokes. “Wait, wait. Alex is angry lesbian in 42?”

“I’m what?”

“You two know each other?” Lucy asks.

“We just met. You two know each other?” Alex’s voice is strangled.

Maggie waves her hands. “Okay, okay. One at a time. Hi everyone, I’m Maggie Sawyer.”

“Lucy Lane,” Lucy smiles at Maggie’s antics.

Alex feels herself start to relax, despite the situation. She holds out her hand. “Alex Danvers.”

Lucy and Maggie try to shake her hand at the same time, and the three of them giggle.

“What did she mean?” Alex asks Lucy, nodding at Maggie. “Angry lesbian in 42.”

Lucy shrugs. “You always look pissed whenever I see you in the hallway.”

Alex blushes. “That car always wakes me up revving under my window, I thought it was you being an asshole.”

“She is an asshole,” Maggie laughs.

“But not that particular one. He’s gone now.”

“Sorry,” Alex says.

“We dated for like, five minutes and he was a dick.” She waggles her eyebrows at Alex and Maggie. “There are plenty of other fish in the car wash.”

“Oh shit,” Alex startles. “Speaking of car washes…”

Maggie waves Alex away from the half clean squad car. “Leave it, it’ll just get dirty again. Come for a drink instead.”

“What?”

“With me and Lucy.”

Alex eyes them both. Maggie is earnest, Lucy is pouting.

“I can’t even watch her finish your car?” Lucy whines.

Alex laughs, the butterflies are back at it again, fluttering harder the more she gets to know Lucy. “Fine, lets get drinks. I’ll finish Maggie later.”

Lucy smirks. “Deal.”

[primadonnatartuffe]

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 17:32 -- 

IV: ryan 

IV: actually nevermind 

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] gave up pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 17:34 -- 

-- primadonnaTartuffe [PT] began pestering impenetrableVitality [IV] at 17:34 --  

PT: um NO you cant just pull that shit. 

PT: once you got me youre stuck with me. 

PT: whats up finnberly???

IV: oh uh 

IV: i don't know

PT: k... 

PT: well i wanna chat anyway. 

PT: im having a pretty choice day today. :100: :ok_hand:

PT: sipping this drank of the cafe variety. :coffee:

IV: that's good 

IV: do you mean coffee

PT: yessiree. courtesy of the coffee can. i fuckin love this place.

IV: where is it though

PT: downtown on skaia. around where my usual haunts are.

IV: is that place 

IV: like 

IV: okay

PT: liiiike? safe?? is that what youre asking?

IV: yeah i guess

PT: its all good in this hood. :heart:

IV: are you by yourself

PT: yeeees. currently.

IV: are you eating anything 

IV: are you by yourself by yourself or by yourself with people around

PT: there are people around yeah. in the restaurant. 

PT: otherwise its just me and mr coffee.

IV: maybe ask a few people if they know cpr

PT: finn... baby... 

PT: im not gonna choke on my coffee.

IV: no i mean just in case

IV: it might be good

PT: in case of what?

IV: in case there's 

IV: i don't know 

IV: a cardiac emergency 

IV: do they have an aed there 

IV: maybe you should make sure they do

PT: finn... 

PT: are you alright sweetie? you seem like youre freaking out a little.

IV: i'm fine 

IV: i just think it's important that people are educated

PT: it sure is!!! but i think its fine.

IV: well it's easy to think that

IV: i just want to make sure

PT: of course. no problemo. 

PT: but hey lets talk about something else!!! 

PT: guess what happened to me last night.

IV: are you okay

PT: yes FINN. im great in fact. :blush:

IV: oh

IV: are you sure

PT: YES FINN!!!!!!!

PT: this is me trying to share GOOD news.

IV: okay tell me

PT: well. 

PT: well well WELL well WELL.

PT: me and jack are kiiiinda back together.

IV: oh

IV: wow

IV: that's great

PT: I KNOW RIGHT.

IV: is he okay

PT: shit he better be amazing cuz hes got me.

IV: you have a point

PT: I KNOW RIGHT.

IV: right

PT: in general tho he seems fine.

IV: they have an aed

PT: what??

IV: i called the place

IV: they have one

IV: in case you were wondering

PT: ... 

PT: umm okay i wasnt but... 

PT: are you sure youre alright??

IV: do you know how to use one IV: that's okay it tells you how to use one anyway

IV: it literally talks to you

PT: :confused:

PT: okay i definitely know youre not alright cuz youre ignoring me!!!!

IV: no i just need to tell you that

IV: it's by the bathroom

PT: duly noted. 

PT: finnnnn.

IV: yeah

PT: talk to me. youre acting weird.

IV: 30 chest compressions 2 rescue breaths 

IV: you can use it for a lot of things  

IV: maybe the people around you should know too

PT: I DIDNT MEAN TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT.

IV: sorry

IV: oh you have to open the airway too don't forget that

PT: mmmmmmmoh my god.

IV: does jack know

IV: i should tell him

PT: youre starting to worry me... 

PT: dont make me call colt.

IV: you don't need to call him he's fine 

IV: i'm fine 

IV: it's fine

PT: are you sure something isnt going on??

IV: i don't know

PT: tell me whats going on in your head right now.

IV: i don't know 

IV: i'm

IV: this was a mistake

IV: another one on top of another one that everybody saw coming

PT: nooo baby its fine.

PT: you fuss at me just lemme fuss at you. 

PT: its the law of equivalent friend exchange.

IV: he was right the whole time

IV: what am i doing

PT: who?? ill fight him.

IV: i'm not really different am all am i 

IV: i'm just 

IV: doing the same things

PT: :frowning2:

IV: i'll probably ruin her life and think i'm helping her but i'm not

IV: i have to go

-- impenetrableVitality [IV] gave up pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT] at 20:36 --

-- primadonnaTartuffe [PT] began pestering impenetrableVitality [IV] at 20:38 --  

PT: no you dont!! hey! 

PT: finn listen. 

PT: you can talk to me alright? 

PT: if you feel like a fuck up just know youre talking to the Ultimate fuck up so im the last person who would ever judge you for whatever is going on in your head. 

PT: i wanna listen... i wanna be more helpful... 

PT: come on. please?

IV: i need to go i have to

IV: i have to stop doing this

IV: i have to stop

PT: hey hey. 

PT: it doesnt work that way alright?? 

PT: shit happens sometimes. 

PT: but it passes too... yeah? 

PT: i fucked up last night too finn. 

PT: i started drinking again... but i know for a fact it couldve wound up way worse. 

PT: and im okay! im gonna be okay even if i slipped up. you know what i mean? its the same with you.

IV: i brought an innocent life into all of my shit 

IV: i have to make sure she's safe 

IV: she's not safe with me

PT: baby youre doing a great job with her!! anybody can see that. 

PT: just because youre sick doesnt mean you gotta stop living your life. 

PT: youve got friends whove got your back... and theres nothing wrong with that. 

PT: shit i mean we were all basically raised by our parents friends along with our parents too right??? shes got the same kind of environment. i cant think of any place safer than where she is right now.

IV: i don't know 

IV: i don't want to keep hurting people

PT: i know... it sucks. 

PT: but its gonna be okay. i promise.

IV: fuck

PT: yeah let all your fucks out.

IV: i think i need help 

IV: i'm by myself right now 

IV: well me and sofia 

IV: i think i

IV: need to

IV: something i don't know

PT: well hey i can come over if you want.

IV: please

PT: okay gimme like... 45 mins or so since colts gotta live in the middle of bfe. 

PT: ill be RIGHT over. hang in there.

IV: okay the door is IV: is it locked or unlocked 

IV: i should know this 

IV: oh no

PT: i figure colt locks the door when he leaves. so just lemme in when i get there! 

PT: okay message me if you need to but im omw. 

RYAN: -pockets her device, fleeing the coffee shop and making her way to the transportalizer hub. with a quick zap she's on odimist, but the longer neck of her journey is getting a cab out to colt's place. she arrives at her estimated time... give or take a few minutes, but probably give, but of course no one can ever arrive early during emergencies. still, she's here, and she's knocking on the door while also texting finn that she's here.-

FINN: -his fingers feel numb and so do his his toes and so does his mouth in a weird way, but that's probably due to how messed up his breathing is. he's terrified he's going to drop sofia, that his arms will just give out from underneath her, so it's taking him a long time to get to the door-

RYAN: -that's fine... she can be patient... but not really. she peeps through the front window to see if she can spot him anywhere inside.-

FINN: -she can. He's mostly still other than the tiny steps he's taking and the steps he's taking backwards before he goes forward again. it makes sense in his head,  somehow-

RYAN: -frowns through the window at him. does she wait? does she try something else? she's REALLY not good at this, but dammit she's trying. she taps on the window now?? maybe that'll snap him out of it long enough to get her in there.-

FINN: -he looks up suddenly at the window tapping and has an expression of embarrassment on his face before he looks around frantically and just holds sofia closer as he goes to open the door. Finally, the door opens-

RYAN: -SUCCESS. she scurries over, looking up at him with big concerned eyes.- heeey buddy. 

RYAN: im here now.

FINN: hi 

FINN: sorry

RYAN: -flaps a hand- its all good. 

RYAN: hey sofia. -smiles a little at her and then kinda dances around finn to get inside.-

SOFIA: -stares at Ryan- 

FINN: -just looks really frazzled- i uh 

FINN: um

RYAN: -puts a hand on his back and starts rubbing in small circles.- shhh its cool. 

RYAN: maybe we should sit down??

FINN: -he takes a moment and nods before looking down at the baby again- yeah probably

RYAN: -starts guiding him to the couch.- alright alright alriiiight. 

RYAN: -plops down and plops her hand on the cushion next to her.-

FINN: -sits carefully- 

FINN: i need to wash my hands 

FINN: you need to wash your hands

RYAN: huh?? oh... because of the baby? 

RYAN: i can do that now... then we can trade off and you can go wash your hands?

FINN: do you remember how to hold her RYAN: yeah yeah of course. -gets up and scurries over to the kitchen to wash her hands in the sink, quickly returning to them.-

RYAN: okay i got this.

FINN: -he looks so worried but he carefully hands her over to ryan- you got her RYAN: i got her finn. i promise. -coos at the baby as she takes her.-

RYAN: hi again sofia. did you miss me? FINN: -watches the two of them as he leaves the room and bumps into the wall before disappearing into the kitchen to wash his hands. he returns after a few minutes.- maybe we should change 

SOFIA: -subtly wiggles- RYAN: nah... besides were all cozy here right? -snuggles sofia- we can relax. FINN: maybe we should though 

FINN: just in case 

FINN: the fabric is laced with deadly germs RYAN: -gazes at him a little bit- yeah... nah... that doesnt just happen. i think its cool. FINN: remember smallpox blankets RYAN: ... noooo?? FINN: it was a thing

RYAN: well thats cool but! pretty sure were good.

RYAN: lets talk about something else okay?

FINN: -sits back down and his fingers are digging into the couch cushion- RYAN: ...

RYAN: actually i think im gonna sing something.

RYAN: what do you wanna hear baby?

FINN: who RYAN: you. the bigger baby. FINN: oh

FINN: i don't think i have a great taste in music RYAN: okay i know youre tone deaf but you can still like music. everybody does.

RYAN: but alright leave it to me.

RYAN: just focus on listening alright? FINN: okay RYAN: -takes a breath- i know i havent been perfect but give it some time.

RYAN: cuz not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: and we spend our lives looking for things we cant find.

RYAN: oh but not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: all the days you spend on my mind.

RYAN: all the times that id say that well be together. well be together oh.

RYAN: all the ways you see through my heart.

RYAN: i know the good intentions they won't last forever wont last forever.

FINN: -listens to her sing and watches her, trying to focus on her voice and not anything else. it's beautiful- 

SOFIA: -YAAAAAS this is great. she gurgles-

RYAN: -smiles down at sofia.- all the hours weve spent on the line.

RYAN: all the times that youd say that i never listen i never listen

RYAN: through the conversations weve had til 4 am.

RYAN: you say you want something different want something different.

RYAN: and i know i havent been perfect but give it some time.

RYAN: cuz not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind.

RYAN: and we spend our lives looking for things we cant find.

RYAN: oh but not a single day goes by where you dont cross my mind. -looks over at finn when she's done.-

FINN: -he looks calmer now. If not just a little- that was 

FINN: really nice

RYAN: -smiles softly.- yeah i know haha. 

RYAN: thanks man.

SOFIA: aaaaa 

FINN: did you just inherit a good singing voice

RYAN: haha i mean kinda? but it takes a lot of training too.

FINN: i think i'm untrainable

RYAN: i mean... we cant ALL be fabulous singers.

FINN: that would probably get a little annoying

RYAN: yeah man. i wouldnt feel very special haha... singing is basically all im good at.

FINN: that's not true 

SOFIA: nnnnn

RYAN: -bounces sofia a little in her arms, cooing at her.- 

RYAN: well i never pass up the opportunity to hear about myself sooo tell me what else im good at. :wink:

SOFIA: -wow this is the best time of her life- 

FINN: it's a long list but okay 

FINN: good at livening up a party good at being a good friend good at doing hair and makeup good at acting good with sofia good at not giving up

RYAN: -oh... dammit. why does she ask this stuff if she doesn't want sappy sentimental answers? she laughs a little and sighs.- ... thanks finn.

FINN: you're welcome 

 FINN: it's true

RYAN: -sniff... ugh. she's been feeling an awful lot of emotions these past couple days. she didn't ASK for this. accepting genuine, heartfelt compliments is hard so she tries to just focus on one. one thing she's curious about.- 

RYAN: you think im good with sofia?

FINN: well yeah FINN: -his expression softens- you're kind of a natural FINN: she loves you

RYAN: well the feeling is mutual sofia. -grins lopsided at her.- 

RYAN: i do kinda... like kids more than i would expect if someone like me. i dunno...

SOFIA: -good bitch you better love me- 

FINN: that's why assumptions are stupid

RYAN: troo. 

RYAN: ... maybe id have fun being a mom.

FINN: you can babysit her sometime if you want

RYAN: yeah? alright. 

RYAN: just call me whenever. not like im ever busy.

FINN: come on you have to be busy sometimes

RYAN: busy being SEXY sure.

FINN: -smiles a little- entertaining jack is that time consuming huh

RYAN: PFF no way i make him entertain me. 

RYAN: i only have to rely on my sexy personality around him since he cant see shit.

FINN: oh yes makes perfect sense

RYAN: -snickers- ... you know its kind of surreal. 

RYAN: like how naturally we kinda fell into it but... 

RYAN: -sighs- were both scared too?? and thats like... a reality of the situation we arent sure how to deal with. does that make sense??

FINN: -looks off for a moment- i know exactly what you mean

RYAN: yeah... 

RYAN: i just want it to work.

RYAN: i really feel like it could if i just... knew what to do.

FINN: -he looks off- yeah 

FINN: i uh 

FINN: i get it 

FINN: i might be going through the same thing

RYAN: -glances at him- yeah?

FINN: -his cheeks redden a little bit- yeah

RYAN: :eyes:

FINN: -scratches his head nervously- yeah i 

 FINN: saw emilet again

RYAN: oh reeeeally?

FINN: -HE'S SO RED- yeah 

FINN: i did -he saw a LOT of emilet-

RYAN: heheh aww finn. always getting up to something. 

RYAN: guess this means we can flail at each other while we flounder through familiar but tumultuous waters. 

 RYAN: be my lifeboat hombre.

FINN: okay

FINN: if you'll be mine

RYAN: -smiles, soft and sincere.- of course.

FINN: -smiles a little, taking a breath- colt's not 

FINN: too happy about it 

FINN: but things are different this time

RYAN: hes a grumpy gus anyway. 

RYAN: ... a neigh sayer if you will. 

RYAN: but man whatever floobs your boobs. even if it isnt different its your decision to make you know?

FINN: -he nods- you know the person that just 

FINN: you're with them and you know they're important to you 

FINN: then you're away from them 

FINN: and then when you're back in the same room you realize they were always the most important person to you a ll along

RYAN: -she laughs a little.- shit i mean yeah. 

RYAN: except for me its more like i definitely repressed all those feelings like every day until we were in the same room together. 

RYAN: and hes looking so different but so good and its like. 

RYAN: well fuck me i guess. 

RYAN: in every sense.

FINN: -laughs a little too- been there done that

RYAN: come on finn that goes without saying. 

RYAN: youre like the sluttiest person i know. and thats coming from ME.

FINN: -just slowly shrugs and smiles-

RYAN: -SNRRRKKK- goddammit finn!! -elbows him as best she can with a baby in her arms.-

FINN: ow hey 

FINN: you're the most violent person i know

RYAN: thats right bitch. ill fuck you up.

FINN: not with her you won't

RYAN: damn... true.

SOFIA: -whines a little and scrunches up her face-

RYAN: aw sofia im not really gonna fuck him up. 

RYAN: (im just telling her that to relax her.) -snickers and bounces her a little though.- 

RYAN: you think shes tired?

SOFIA: -starts to cry. life is hard- 

FINN: that or hungry or she needs to be changed 

 FINN: that girl can eat 

FINN: que paso sofia

RYAN: oh shit. good. 

RYAN: youre a growin girl. -smiles at finn, glad he's really calmed down now.- 

RYAN: want her back?

FINN: -puts his arms out- yeah sure 

FINN: she's probably tired 

SOFIA: -she's tired and upset about it-

RYAN: bet youre tired too. -hands sofia off to him carefully.-

FINN: -takes this cute little sad baby into his arms and he feels so much better about it than he did before- yeah 

FINN: but she has to sleep first

RYAN: naturally. 

RYAN: ... can i come with you when you put her to bed? -strangely curious about this routine.-

FINN: -looks over at ryan for a moment and then smiles- sure

RYAN: cool. cool cool cool. -smiles a little back-

FINN: -stands up and shooshes sofia- follow me

RYAN: -rises to her feet, hovering closely- :eyes:

FINN: -walks into sofia's room where he flips on the light. this is such a baby room, with a lot of pastel colors and a very secure crib. there are a lot of stuffed animals in the crib, but not so much that it affects her sleeping. his first stop is the changing table, where he takes the crying baby and sets her down- don't feel obligated to watch this part