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Lift Me Off My Feet

Chapter 5: Home Sweet Home

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W: Captain Price x Reader x Kyle Garrick (the poly 141 is building).

“I honestly think this is an improvement from your flat.” Ghost comments leaving your bag on a chair. “It is sad, but it's true.”

And he is right. The safehouse you have been assigned to is not ugly, it is just… artificial. Decorated to look lived in, but you know it isn't. Photos of people you don't know on the walls, books you haven't read and blankets you can tell are going to be itchy. But no one can trace you back here.

Ghost drove you here, Price made Soap and Gaz stay with him to have a chat with them. Chat, you are glad to be able to avoid, at least for now. 

The safe house is not too far away from the base, but still enough not to be linked to it. It is a nice neighbourhood, better than your last one, it makes you want to go for a walk. 

“Try to always stay inside, alright?” Ghost tells you sitting beside you. He caresses your thigh looking at your face. “I know it sucks to be stuck inside, but this whole thing would lose its purpose if anyone sees you leaving or entering the house.”

“So I can’t never leave the house?” You ask looking down. His gloved hand still caressing your thigh, and your hands find their way to it, playing with the fabric of his glove. 

“You can, just need to be careful. But never alone, unless it is an emergency. Please, if Price hears you are wandering around alone he'll have a stroke.” He chuckles, stops moving his hand and instead puts the palm up letting you play with his hand. “You should have seen him yesterday when he woke up.”

“Was it that bad?” You ask, guilt flooding your heart at the mental image of Price panicking because of you. 

Ghost nods. “He thought that we were pulling a prank on him, that we have you hidden. He made us show him our room, and then he went to look all around the base. Until I showed him the security footage of you leaving he didn't stop looking around.” 

“I feel like an asshole.” You admit, unable to look at him and focusing on your hands together with his. Your fingertips find their way inside the glove and you begin to caress the palm of his hand mindlessly.

“It was a pretty asshole move.” Ghost chuckles looking down at your hands. “But I can understand why you would do it, everyone else too. No one blames you for doing it, birdie. You know that, right?” 

It is then that you notice the current situation, Ghost is sitting side by side with you. Thigh pressing yours, one of his hands is on your lap with your own hand inside his glove caressing his skin, feeling the warmth. His other arm is resting on the back of your chair, and his hand find its way to your jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb and moving your head to look at him. 

He is wearing a basic black balaclava, no paint around his eyes, and you can see his blonde lashes for how close he is to you. Unconsciously, you look to where you know his lips are and you notice movement under the mask, he is smiling. He sighs and presses his forehead with yours. “C’mon, birdie. I made a promise this morning, don't make me break it so fast.” 

“A promise?” You ask curious as you look back to the hands on your lap.

“Yeah, to Price. You are not supposed to know it.” He chuckles. “I shouldn’t tell you.”

And you shouldn't push it, you should be nice. But you are nosy and he hasn't said no jet. So you look up to him, through your lashes and ask softly. “I won't say anything… please?” 

He groans closing his eyes and pulls his head back looking ahead of you. “How can I say it?” He pulls the hand from behind your head to rub his face. “Price and I talked last night, about how since we met there has been an… attraction between all of us.”

“Okay.” You agree, feeling a light blush rise on your face. 

“And we talked about how we did a poor attempt at having control over it. And how we basically jumped you, and that was wrong of us, like, you were literally handcuffed when you were with Gaz.” He says sighing, feeling embarrassed with himself. “And I definitely shouldn't have done it the way I did.”

“It's okay.” You admit, still unable to look at his face. “I didn't complain… wait.” You say finally looking up at him. “You knew Gaz and I were…”

“Humping each other like teenagers? Yeah, I noticed.” He says chuckling when he sees your shocked expression. “Birdie, I took the car for maintenance the next morning to check the car's suspension because of how many potholes and curbs I hit. And you think I didn't do it or purpose?”

You cover your face with your hands chuckling in embarrassment, Ghost hugs you from the side bringing you close to his chest making you feel the vibrations from his laughs. “Are you getting shy now, birdie?” He asks and you nod, unable to answer. He then gets close to your ear and whispers: “You weren't shy when I had my tongue up your ass.”

You shriek slapping his arms to get away making him laugh with his whole chest and when you manage to get up, he grabs your hips keeping you within arm's reach. “Let me go, I'm going to sleep.” You say trying to keep some kind of pride. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, was just playing.” He says standing up and hugging you again. “Just like how I played with your clit.” 

“Shut up!” You exclaim, heating up, whether it is from embarrassment or something else, is not important right now. He laughs again and drops a kiss on the top of your head as a peace offering: “Go to bed, birdie. I'm sure you didn't get much sleep last night.”

You slap his arm one last time before walking down the hall, but he calls you again making you turn: “Take this, is a burner phone, so no one can track you through the phone. Price, Soap, Gaz and my number are already on. If you need to send anyone else a message or something, we will send it through your phone back at base, the antenna back at the base makes it impossible to track.”

You take the phone from his hand and slap your forehead when you see the time. “I need to call my boss!”

“About that, you don't have to worry about it. You are now on a witness protection system, so you actually can't just go. Price is going to talk to him, and he will figure it out. Price will take care of it, don't worry.”

You nod, not completely convinced, and after getting a kiss on your forehead you get inside the room, ready to sleep.

A couple of hours later, the clatter of pans and dishes wakes you up. You look at the time and realise you have slept almost all morning, so you stretch still on the bed, stand up, wash your face in the bathroom and make your way to the kitchen when you are met with Kyle's back.

“Morning.” You say smiling walking up to him. He whips around looking disproportionately scared by the situation and you look at him confused.

“Fuck sake, doll. We gotta get you a bell or something, almost shit myself.” He says with a hand on his chest and you laugh at him.

“That's what you get for being a snitch!” You exclaim putting your hands on your hips.

A perfect smile appears on his face that gets you weak on your knees, and he cups your face still smiling. Dammit, pretty boy. “I just couldn’t help it, luv. You look irresistible when you are flustered.” He says giving you a peck on your cheek. “Are you hungry? I brought you some groceries and bought you lunch.”

You look over his shoulder to check what he bought, and satisfied with his choice you bit the bait of his peace offering. “You are safe for now.”

The safe house is far from a mansion, but still, it is much better than your flat. More than one person can fit into the kitchen, there is a sofa and an armchair in the living room with a TV on a coffee table. Down the hall, there are two rooms and a bathroom with an actual bathtub inside. So yeah, a lot better than the old one.

Kyle and you have lunch on the sofa, and after you both stay seated basking in each other company. You can't help but stare at him and think about the first time you were close to him.

In just the last two days, you have grinded yourself against Kyle's dick, kissed and gotten yourself eaten out and fingered by Price, gotten your ass eaten and pussy fingered by Ghost and kissed and throat fucked by Soap.

Truly an interesting Tuesday.

It's not like you had never done those things before, but still, before them, it has always happened after a relationship was built and not in the order it happened that's for sure. 

Fooling around with Kyle was rejuvenating, you are not even old, but still, it felt like fooling around with your first boyfriend. Horny enough to need to feel each other but not ready still to face the vulnerability of getting naked in front of each other.

With Price, he made you feel like a fucking goddess. As if he should be the one thanking you for eating you out. You could hear him moan against your cunt and there was not a centimetre of skin he didn't kiss that night. Such a soft way to make love it almost didn't make sense how nasty he make out with your pussy that night.

Simon was the opposite like a professor teaching a bratty student their place. Any of these men could have you on your knees begging if they put their mind into it, but Simon made you want to act up. Pull his string and step on his nerves. He left you so vulnerable, completely naked and exposed to him, and still, there was not a second where you didn't feel safe.

And Johnny. Oh, sweet, sweet Johnny. You couldn't wait to get your hands on him again. Something about the way he whined your name when you had only barely touched him, the way his pupils almost got a heart shape when you kneel before him. 

But that little shit had a big mouth, not that he meant to cause harm, you know that. Unlike Gaz, the second little shit truly was striking for gold this morning. And now, he was sitting on the other side of the sofa, with your feet on his lap looking all innocent and completely unbothered by everything. 

So calm.

It bothered you.

Little shit doesn't deserve peace and calm.

Little shit deserves a kick on his balls.

But just when you are about to, you remember his face last night when he saw you enter the mess hall, looking terrified and like a wounded puppy. He looked so worried, and he hugged you so warmly. So the kick doesn't arrive, instead, you plant the heel of your foot right on his crotch forcing a grunt out of him.

“Easy, luv” He says rubbing your ankles.

“You deserve worse.” You say looking at his face as you keep pushing around.

“Rude, why do you say tha-at?” He asks half moaning the last word.

“You were going to rat me out this morning.” You answer beginning to move your foot up and down his growing erection.

He closes his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. “You just look so delicious when you are flustered, doll. Couldn't help myself, would you forgive me?”

“I'm not sure yet, I'm still deciding.” You respond, pressing with a bit more force on his tip earning a moan from his throat.

“Take all the time you need.” He mumbles as he starts to move his hips against your feet.

Confusion floods your brain for a second, Ghost couldn't even kiss you this morning because he had given his word to Price but Gaz was happily humping your feet for his satisfaction. 

Did Price don't make him promise? No, that doesn't sound logical. Kyle was the one who started everything, Price must have made him promise more than everyone else. Kyle simply doesn't care about it. 

Price won't like that. 

If only Price got to know Gaz had broken his promise.

There it is, your kick on his balls. 

Figuratively.

For now.

You sit up, removing your feet momentarily earning a whine from Gaz at the loss. He looks at you with a pout on his face, cheeky bastard. It only lasts until he sees you undo his belt, and then a boyish smile appears on his face. 

He reclines with a smug smirk on his face and looks up to you as you get his growing boner free. You lick a thick strip of spit into your hand and start to stroke his dick slowly. You look at his face and he looks back delighted.

“If you treat me like this every time I bother you, I'm not stopping ever, luv” He says between whispered moans.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” You ask chuckling. 

“When my mouth is busy.” He admits, licking his bottom lip and leaving his mouth half open so moans can slip easily.

“It's that so?” You ask, and with your free hand you raise your t-shirt exposing your tits with a little bounce that Gaz doesn't miss by the way his dick twitch in your hand.

“Fuckin’ hell, luv.” He says beginning to move his head, but you pull his hair back and pressed your tit against his head which he gladly begins to suck onto making you groan softly. 

“Much better.” You sigh closing your eyes enjoying the feeling of his warm mouth against your nipple, you move your hand from his head down to his jaw caressing it and feeling the muscles of his jaw flex as he makes out with your boob. 

Slowly and shamelessly, Gaz's hand find its way down your back. He doesn't bother to play coy, and as soon as the hand reach your waist, it goes under your pants and your underwear grabbing a handful of your ass cheek making you whine. 

You press your thumb and index in his cheek, pressing between his teeth forcing him to open his mouth and say: “Play nice or I won't play with you, Garrick.” 

He smiles at you as much as he can with his cheeks pushes and sticks his tongues out to lick your nipple. “Yes, ma'am.” 

You could still kick him, literally. It would be faster and it'll probably erase the stupid smug smile from his face. But patience is a virtue.

So you shove his face against your boob again, and sigh when you feel his fingers travel down your lips. He moans when he feels your wetness just for your disgrace, the last thing you needed was to grow his ego. He slips them between your lips, gathering up the wet arousal pooling on your panties. He moves then to the front and begins to rub your clit with his fingertips. 

There is precum leaking from his tip, and you bring your fingers up to press your thumb against his slip and circle it, smearing his precum around it, making him moan. 

“Let's go to the bed, Kyle.” You half mumbles half moans.

“Let me just do it here, doll. Inaugurate the living room” He mumbles against your skin. You slap him on the back of his head and stand up.

“I'm planning on having most of my meals on this sofa, so get up.” You argue pulling his hand.

“If you are still hungry, I have something you could eat.” He jokes as he stands up, making you look at him with a grimace look on your face making him laugh.

“Don't ever say anything like that, Kyle. For god sake.” You say shaking your head as you walk your way to the room. You open the door and quickly take the rest of your clothes. You look back at Gaz who is looking at you a bit stunned and you chuckle. “I think it would make it a lot easier if you took off your clothes.”

He pulls his t-shirt from the back of his head throwing it somewhere, and gets rid of his clothes as he walks up to you. When he was almost bent over himself on the sofa, whining around your boob, it was easy to get confident and boss him around. Now, with both standing up and as he gets closer to you, you need to look up because of the size difference. He notices it too, how you start to speak softer and your expression is kinder. 

He chuckles to himself, positioning his hands under your arm and effortlessly throws you back on the bed, crawling over you instantly. You try to sit up, leaning on your elbows but a firm hand on your chest gets you flat on the bed soon. 

You look up to him and see him cock his head like a dog. “What?” You ask and it makes him smile with that fucking toothpaste ad smile. “There it is, I thought you lost your voice. You went silent so suddenly.” He teases.

“Oh, shut up, Kyle.” You say chuckling and pinch his nipple making him chuckle as well. For a second you stay chuckling, looking at each other and enjoying the opposite company. Until suddenly it feels a bit too intimate, and almost at the same time, you make eye contact feeling shy regardless of the lack of clothing. 

So you cup his face with both hands and pull him close kissing him on the lips. If he can’t see the affection in your eyes, he can't accuse you of anything. 

He caresses your hip, drawing circles with his thumb as he slowly reaches your mount and you slightly spread your legs involuntarily.

“Eager little thing.” He mumbles against your lips smiling, and you bite back: “I can feel you leaking onto my thighs, Kyle. Don't get cocky.”

He chuckles under his breath and without more preamble one of his finger finds his way inside your cunt as he uses the palm to rub your clit making you moan. Wet kisses travel down your throat when you move your hands to the back of his face, his finger’s movement becoming faster and not for long before a second one finds his way inside as well. You lower one of your hands to rub his erection against your tights, feeling the wet spot at his tip growing. 

Fuck does it feel good to be desired.

Little moans of your name leave Kyle's mouth against your neck giving you goosebumps and causing you to squirm in his hand needy of more. 

“Kyle… please” You moan throwing your head back.

“Not yet, doll. I wanna see you come as prettily as you did on the car again before I get my dick inside this little tight cunt.” He groans against your cheek.

You moan at his crude words arching your back, twisting your face to kiss him. Teeth clashing in the process, but too desperate to care. The band on your stomach snaps almost surprising you, and for a second you can hear your ears ring. Kyle’s hand is still rubbing your clit, but almost like a feather now helping you ride out your orgasm. 

You make eye contact with him, checking on you to see if you are alright and when he is satisfied he sits up, pulling you closer circling your legs around his slim waist and palms his erection; rubbing your clit with his tip. “Are you all right, luv? Need another second?”

“Fuck me already, Garrick” You tease propping yourself up on your elbows. 

Kyle smirks at you and slowly enters his dick stretching you out; he leans down closer to your face and you both moan on each other mouth as he enters. Slowly enters, and then draws back, just to enter a bit more. Little by little, as he kisses your mouth passionately. Your hands on his back slightly scratch his skin making him groan softly between moans, his tongue enters your mouth caressing your own.

This all started as a way to get Gaz in trouble, but honestly, you are starting to hope it doesn't work. Just so you have to try again. 

“Fuck, doll. Such a sweet lovely cunt” He mumbles, already losing his mind, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “Sucking me in so fucking nice.”

It shouldn't turn your own as much, such crude words, but you are not really thinking clearly and every word that leaves Gaz’s mouth is like a compliment to your core that makes you clench against his dick. 

“Do you like that, doll?” He asks against your neck dropping little open mouth kisses. “Hm? When I tell you how fucking godly you feel, luv?”

“Yes, fuck, yes” You moan back, curling your legs and pushing him closer, wanting him to go deeper as if you were not feeling him up to your cervix already.

His hand found its way down to your clit, circling it with his fingertip, making you meowl at the sudden extra stimulation. You can feel your orgasm approach, and you open your eyes to look at Kyles's face.

But when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is Price leaning against the doorframe; cigar in hand, a disapproving look on his face and a formidable hard erection on his pants. You lock eyes with him, a shameless smile creeping in and making Price shake his head with a similar smile on his face. 

The focus quickly moves back to Gaz when he starts to thrust more shallowly, rubbing your clit quickly. “Cum for me, please. I wanna feel you come around me, please, please, doll, please.” He moans against your skin, and completely ignoring Price's presence, you come undone in harmony with Gaz. 

Little black dots blur your vision for a second because of the surprising pleasure, almost missing the way Gaz moans your name we come undone following you. You are not sure if you are seeing or imagining when you see Price walk out of the room, and when you try to raise your head to see you come face to face with Gaz. “You okay, luv?” He asks with heavy breathing looking at your face and smiling.

You nod at him smiling, simmering in the afterglow of your orgasms. Only breaks away when something drops next to your head on the bed.

Gaz and you turn to look at Price who is now standing behind Gaz. “Shit.” Gaz mumbles trying to peel away from you, only for Price to press a hand on his back pushing him back against you making you both groan since Gaz is still inside you.

“No, no, please, don't stop on my behalf. I wouldn’t like to bother you.” He says dryly, no vestige of humour in his voice.

Gaz looks at you, making eye contact for a second until both of you turn to look at whatever it was that fell next to you, and when you see the lube bottle it finally sinks in what the two of you have just done. 

Both of you quickly try to look at him, kind of guilting the other to not get the short side of the stick. “Settle down you pair of brats.” Price says, he sits on the back of Gaz’s thighs, pressing him deeper making both of you softly moan again. He uncaps the bottle, pouring a fat blob of it in his fingers and pulling Gaz’s hair back making him arch his back once he throws the bottle back. “Unlike this brat, I’m not gonna fuck you, birdie. But the two of you put on such a show that has me in need of some… release.” He says while he caresses Gaz’s hole with his fingertips, getting through the muscle ring as he enunciates the last word.

“Shit, Captain…” Gaz moans, feeling your cunt clench when you feel his dick twitch back to life for a second time. “Don’t “Captain” me now, Kyle. What about your truce? Did any of my words get to your head or was all your blood down on your dick when I was talking to you?”

Gaz is not the only one getting the reprimand, a new cocktail of feelings is developing inside you. There are some hints of shame, the shame of getting caught mid-orgasm, the shame of Price barely acknowledging you at all, and the shame of feeling like you are intruding on whatever arrangement they had before you came into the picture. Again, the little self-aware thoughts that permanently reside in your mind appear, making you aware of the situation.

A loud moan from Gaz brings you out of it before they can materialise, and you come face to face to the fuck out face of Price after bottoming inside of Gaz. Having sex with Gaz was gentle, with more roll of hips and deep thrusts; but Price? He is obviously annoyed with the both of you, and his hard and fast thrusts are proof of it.

You can feel Gaz’s dick hardening inside you stretching you again. And even though he isn’t physically pulling in and out, Price's thrust forces his hips to roll against you giving you a delicious constant stimulus both inside and against your clit. That, joint with the fact that Gaz is moaning in such a filthy way against the skin of your neck quickly has you moaning in tandem with him. Bitting your lips to quiet them, feeling like they are not wanted, like you are just collateral damage to Price and Gaz's little get-together.

You force your eyes close when you feel Price look at you, he furrows his eyebrows when he notices you looking uncomfortable. Are you not enjoying it? Why do you turn away from him?

He switches his rhythm, caressing Gaz’s hips with a hand and bending down to cup your face with the other. He grazes your bottom lips freeing from your bite and drops his thumb inside your mouth making you lick it. He drops down to your ear to whisper: “Don't run from me, sweetheart. Not again, please.”

He raises his hand on Gaz's hips to hug him on his chest, pulling him close to him, and biting him on his shoulder. With what little space that earns Gaz, he begins to move between you and Price, earning a moan from everyone in the room. 

It is such a filthy scene, so porn-worth, still, there is such a palpable sense of care from everyone involved. Fuck, the moment they get bored of you it's going to hurt like a bitch. 

“I can't!” Gaz moans, the overstimulation getting the best of him. Poor boy getting his prostate destroyed and his dick milked at the same time. You can't barely manage yourself, you pity him. But again, that's what he gets for snitching. 

“Yes, you can. And you will.” Price moans against his neck, and at the same time he drags his hand down your body just to rub your clit causing a chain reaction when you clench for the reaction, causing Gaz to groan and clench as well. 

Is not much longer until you feel Gaz finish inside you for a second time, drooling against your shoulder skin while he hugs you needy of something to ground him. You quickly hug him back when you feel yourself spilling over the edge, and just a couple of seconds later Price finishes as well inside of Gaz. 

He drops himself over the two of you earning a groan from you for being squished by both men, but you only get a chuckle in return from the both of them. “At least like this, we know you aren’t going to go running again.” Gaz murmurs against your skin only for you to hear, warming your heart.

“The two of you are gonna give me a headache, I just know.” Price mumbles kissing his bite mark on Gaz’s shoulder while making eye contact with you. “Get washed, dressed and come down to the living room. We have a little meeting the five of us.” 

When he goes to sit up, you quickly grab his shirt pulling him close and ask softly. “Can we stay like this for a little more, please?” The neediness and clinginess being too hard to ignore.

Kyle and Price look at you as if you are the most precious thing on the whole planet and quickly nod going back to the weird body pile you were on. “Yeah, of course we can.”

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Outside the Office Part Fifteen

Hi All! Maybe a trigger warning for Valentino being himself and Hell being Hell?

Enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated!!

When I woke up, my cheek was pressed firmly against the middle of his chest. Every inch of me tingled, and I pressed deeper into him as the fire in my belly restored itself. Under me, he stirred and let out a yawn. 

“Good morning, my princessa. How do you feel?” He asked sleepily as he ran his hand down my back. 

“Energized and refreshed, Ready for round two.” I said eagerly. I rolled over and pushed myself on top of him. I sank my hips against him. Under the sheet that separated us, I felt his cock harden. He sat up, any sleepness he had left vanished as he sprung to life. He interlaced his fingers with mine and before I could blink, I was pinned under him, blankets kicked aside. 

“Ready for round two, hm?” He growled as he kissed down my neck. 

Enthralled by the feeling of him against me, I almost missed  the surge of power that pulsed through the room. I missed covering myself with a blanket by seconds. Lucifer stood at the base of our bed, his arms crossed. The warm feeling of shame and embarrassment spread through me. He didn’t look surprised at our position, but he certainly didn’t look thrilled either. Valentino yanked the blanket over the two of us and I opened my mouth to tell Lucifer exactly where to go. 

Lucifer cut me off before I could say a word. “Whatever kinky shit you two are doing needs to wait, I need to see all four of you in the living room, now!” He snarled. “And by that I mean, get dressed in the next thirty seconds or someone will die. Literally.” 

With that he vanished. Valentino and I exchanged looks and quickly got ourselves dressed. 

“You know, someday, I’m going to be powerful enough to just drop into his fucking bedroom,” I grumbled. 

Valentino laughed and took my hand in his. Together we walked out to the living room where a sleepy looking Vox and Velvette also sat on the couch. Lucifer paced back and forth in the front of the room. He looked up when we entered. 

“Took you long enough. You’re going to want to sit for this. Vox, could you put it up on the screen for us?” Lucifer asked. 

Vox yawned and with a zap of electricity the screen lit up. Video footage of carnage and chaos, demons screaming as winged angel’s in masks descended upon the city, slashing everything that crossed their paths. Across the streets, bodies lay in heaps, crimson washing the streets. 

“This is footage from last night. As you can see, my negotiation with the angels didn’t exactly go as planned. They came down last night, at midnight, in droves and slaughtered everything in their sight for approximately four hours before ascending back to heaven. At my last count, eight hundred and sixty three demons perished.”

A horrified silence washed over us as we watched the scenes taken from the camera systems set up throughout hell. Men, women, children- anyone on the street was free for the pickings, slaughtered without thought purely for angelic delight.

“Pause. Right there.” Lucifer snapped.

Another zap of electricity froze a face on the screen. I sat up straighter and stood up, red energy collecting at my fingertips. I knew that face. 

“Fucking Adam,” I snarled. “That son of a bitch!” Around me, energy pulsed. Lucifer stepped closer to me and took both my hands in his. 

“Stop. Control yourself, or all you’ll do is destroy this lovely building. A building that kept you safe last night. Take a breath and sit down,” he pushed me back next to as he let go of my hands. He shot Valentino a look. “You. Keep her calm before she inadvertently causes me a host of inconveniences.” 

“Settle, mi amore. I’m upset too, but nothing you do at this moment will fix this,” he said gently. “Logic, and emotion combined equal control. Remember?” 

I took a deep breath and slowly, the energy at my fingertips began to fizz out. 

Lucifer nodded in approval. “Good. Now, onto the next point. If we want to stop this, we need to figure something out fast, and Reader, you’re our best shot. Tell me everything you know about this Adam character. From what I could tell, he was their leader last night.” 

Oh where to begin? Adam, or as he called himself, “the original dick” was our Creator's first attempt at making a male specimen. When Eve took a bite of the apple of knowledge, offered to her by Lucifer, it caused them both to fall. Adamn, by default, ascended into heaven, free of sin because he never learned what sin was. He was the only being in that loophole. In addition, he was the leader of the group in heaven that rallied hard for the new order, and although I wasn’t sure, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had been the one who put the final knife into my father. He was a rotten, sexist, egotistical asshole who hit on me more than once and when I turned him down hard he told everyone in heaven that I put out for him. The wildfire that rumor caused was nothing short of a nightmare, and it took more than one invasive test to prove he was a lying rat. Of course, even when I was proven innocent, people still whispered. 

I wondered what they would think of me sleeping with Valentino?

I relayed this information as concisely and accurately as I could, sparing no detail. When I shared his personal attack towards me, Valentino sat up straighter, and his hand took mine. Silence again fell over our group. 

“Heaven is fucked up,” Valentino said finally.  “That might be true, but they have power we don’t. At least, at the moment. That could change, and that’s where you come in. Reader…” Lucifer said. He looked me in the eye. “I need you to

start forming soul contracts. I need you to collect as many souls as you possibly can between now and their next visit. As a fallen angel alone, I don’t have the power to beat them but you being half demon hold the key.” 

“How do you know this?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Honestly? I don’t. It’s my best guess based on eons of knowledge. And it’s our only shot, otherwise I am out of ideas. The angels know they have the upper hand when it comes to power.” 

“Wait, Lucifer. You said they would come again. Do you know when that is? Did you and heaven come to any sort of agreement, or….”

Lucifer looked pained. “Six months. I bought us six months in between exterminations. And on that day, they can come and kill as many demons across as many rings as they desire within the span of four hours. I tried, my reader. But I would not give them the one thing they wanted.”

I felt my anger grow. “What could possibly be more important than saving your own people?”

His expression changed for the briefest of moments. “You.” 

Our eyes met. 

“Send me your contract for review once it’s written.” 

And with that he vanished. 

I looked at the three of them. Despite the panic I felt, they looked relatively calm. 

“Alrightly then I guess we’ll get you started collecting souls tonight,” Vox said nonchalantly. He yawned as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. “I got here first so I’m making breakfast! What do you want?”

“Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.” Velvette answered. 

“You got it!” Vox called back. 

From the living room, I could hear the sounds of pots and pans banging around. Inside, I felt sick. How could I possibly be hungry after watching the carnage on television? How could they possibly be so calm? 

“Nothing we do or say is going to change the past,” Velvette answered when I expressed my frustration. “And not eating won’t fix anything.” 

I considered her point but couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right. Either way, sitting here wasn’t going to help either. The need to move overcame me and I stood up, pacing behind the couch. 

Valentino watched me silently, a displeased expression on his face. 

“I have a question.” I asked after a few minutes of his eyes watching me. “How many souls can I collect in a day?”

Valentino stood up and wordlessly moved himself to the table, spinning his chair so that he was looking at me.  “There is technically no limit. But in taking ownership, you bind yourself to that soul and the promises you make. And doing so, especially the first few times, can be physically and emotionally exhausting. So I would limit yourself to one or two. We usually don’t do more than ten a night, right Vox? Vel? Any input?”

Velvette shrugged. “I’d rather go out every night and give myself time in between. That lets me make sure I’m carrying out the terms of the contract as I agreed, and ensure they are as well.” 

“And I’d rather go out a few times a week and come back with a couple of souls each time,” Vox called from the kitchen. “Traveling is a pain in the ass. I just want to get it done all at once.”

“You won’t be alone either, reader. I will guide you, Valenitno said gently, “If of course, you decide to do what Lucifer has asked.”

That was the question. As much as Lucifer had posed it as a requirement, at the end of the day the decision to collect souls was my own choice. Maybe a few months ago I would have scoffed at the idea and taken what I perceived to be the moral high road. But knowing what I know now, and in light of the amount of deaths that would take place if I didn’t, I could swallow the uncomfortableness of owning a soul if it meant a better outcome all around. 

“I will, I don’t see a better option and well…Velvette has shown me that offering a contract is the lesser of the two evils. Speaking of, do you have a contract I could use? Or well, anything I could offer them? Because let’s be honest, even with Lucifer being who he is, I’ve got nothing to provide for them.”

“You do…have things, mi amore. And talent,” Valentino said slowly. “Granted, it's more military based…what if we contracted these souls to be trained as you were- to battle for hell when needed?”

“Doesn’t Lucifer have his own army of demons?” I asked. 

Even from the kitchen, I could hear Vox let out a snort as he answered. “I mean, yeah. Sort of. But he only calls on it to handle things like riots and keep his citizens in line. It isn’t organized, like I assume the angels are.” He walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the couch where

Velvette sat. “What if we created a dual contract? One that required them to spend a day or two each week training with you, and required them to be called on to fight any battles that may arise? We can house any souls you acquire and take care of them- that isn’t an issue. We can also add in something about how during their off days they will be required to work for one of us. The language on this might be tricky, but since Lucifer is looking it over I’m sure it will be ironclad and ensure that you are in no way, shape or form held accountable.” He leaned over and pecked Velvette on the top of the head before he returned to the kitchen. 

“That feels a little tricky,” I said slowly, picking up the pace ever so slightly.  “And more than a little dishonest. Shouldn’t they know what they’re signing up for? The whole consent argument?” 

“I mean, mi amore, is it better to let them choose the fate of the sins? Or offer them a safe landing? At heart, what they do here doesn’t really matter. It’s more important to provide a better outcome for them where you can. And you can always say no,” Valentino replied. “The consent argument- I believe you’re referring to what my job entails- comes into play in a paragraph stating that we will come to a verbal agreement regarding their participation in my business. A verbal agreement that can be altered between the two parties as necessary.” He paused. “That isn’t the exact language of course, but the general idea. This way if I have an employee who requires an…unexpected rest period, we can verbally agree together on that, so no one breaks the contract.” 

I considered it. They had a point, and as  long as I was being upfront and honest with the souls I interacted with, and offered them the better of the two choices, I was still doing the right thing. 

“Come on you guys, enough of this discussion. I’ll write something up and send it to Lucifer later today. Once he approves it, we can go from there- but for now, breakfast is hot. Come eat.” Vox said as he carried two big platters to the table. 

I filled up my plate with pancakes and bacon and settled myself back on the couch. Velvette, ever so quick to change the channel, put on one of our mutually agreed upon shows. Valentino reached over and squeezed my hand gently, a silent reminder that he was there. I gave him a smile and set my fork down, leaning over a pressing a sticky maple syrup kiss on his lips. 

When breakfast finished, Valentino and I made our way back to his room. 

“Do you need to work today?” I asked as I sat on his bed. “If so, that's fine, I’ll go down and help Vox write the contracts.”

“I do, princessa,” he stripped his pajamas off and  walked over to me and bent down, pressing his lips to mine. “But first, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

Ah fuck. The red hot feeling of desire bubbled up in me as he slowly undid the buttons on my pajamas. 

“God damn it, Valentino,” I groaned as he took his time with each unhook. 

“Oh, mi amore. Are you eager?” he asked teasingly. He bent over and in the span of a kiss, my shirt was undone and my pants tossed aside. 

“Eager is an understatement,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his neck. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

A grin spread across my face as he pushed himself on top of me. “As you wish, my princessa.”

Two hours, one hot shower where I discovered the use for that tiled bench, and a visit to Velvette later, I walked into Valentino’s studio and took my place beside him. 

“Ah, welcome mi amore,” he said softly, reaching over and squeezing my hand before turning his attention back to his work. “Angel! Where the fuck are you?” 

I watched as Angel Dust strutted out of his dressing room and took his place on stage. Valentino looked at me apologetically, and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. By the time he turned his attention back to the stage his expression had hardened, and the cruelness Valentino kept hidden from me showed itself in full form. Roughly, he stood up and strode across the room. He grabbed Angel and pushed him into the chair before leaning down and pressing his lips against Angel’s.

As much as I knew Valentino didn’t want to, the entire thing turned my stomach. and instead, chose to look away and focused my attention instead on the employees that scurried around as quickly as they could. Finally, I heard the click of Valentino’s boots come closer and I gave the scene my attention once more. I watched as he lifted Angel Dust up onto the chair, Angel’s eyes red from a mix of the pleasure and the high. Valentino took his seat, observing carefully as the demons tied Angel upright. 

“And…Action.” 

I watched as yet another violent scene unfolded, wincing with each slap and shout of pleasure that came from Angel. Not soon enough, Valentino called cut and sent the film to editing. 

“Come, princessa. Lunch time.” He stood up and stretched.

Both on and off the stage, demons scurried around moving set pieces. Angel himself stood up and offered me a toothy smile before he disappeared back behind the door to his dressing room. 

“I don’t think I will ever get used to the…cruelty.” I said once Valentino and I were safely in his office. I perched myself up on his desk and picked through the options housekeeping had brought in for lunch. 

“Part of my job is to provide satisfaction for those who require a certain type of emotion or imagery in order to feel pleasure,” Valentino said patiently. “You cannot judge anyone based on their needs. As long as no actual harm is done, and consent is appropriately acquired, there is no harm in allowing fantasy to come to life on the screen.” 

“I guess,” I said slowly, “but it's just so different from what we do.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve officially had sex twice in your life. We haven’t even explored other ways to make things fun, let alone all of the other…options your body has for me. You might find you like some of these kinks.” He reached over and chose a sandwich. He kissed me on the forehead and took his seat behind the desk. “So quit judging and choose something to eat, or I’ll make you.”

“Yes, Daddy..” I responded teasingly. Instantly, the vision of my father popped into my head and an icky feeling flooded through my body. I involuntarily made a face. “Okay, that one isn’t for me.”

“First of all, you’re not engaging in that kink in the correct context. And it’s fine if it isn’t for you, but you still don’t get to judge those who do enjoy that kink,” he replied. “Especially not in my studio. Understood?” 

“Yes Valentino,” I rolled my eyes and reached over, picking up the container of pasta salad. “Do you have a fork?”

He opened his desk drawer and rummaged around a bit before handing one to me. “Here,” he looked at my lunch choice with disapproval. “You can’t just eat carbs. You have to have some sort of protein too.”

“You know what I read online? Cum is an excellent source of protein.” I answered nonchalantly as I unwrapped the plastic utensil covering. 

His face went red and he coughed before he broke into a laugh. “Princessa. Where did you find time to read up on that?”

“I had plenty of time over the past few weeks. I learned a lot,” I leaned forward to kiss him and set my lunch aside. 

His lips met mine and he sat back. “Oh? Like what, mi amore? Do share your studies with me.” He pointed to the open container of pasta salad, “and eat while you do. I’m on a time limit here and therefore so are you.”

I groaned. “Valentino. I am trying to be sexy.”

“You do that effortlessly, my princessa. And as much as I would love to tame that dirty mouth of yours right this very second, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. Now eat, before I make you.” 

“Oh? And how are you going to make me?”

He was on his feet and before I could react, he had me off the desk and against the wall, his body pressed against mine and one hand ever so lightly touched my throat. 

“V-val?” My voice cracked as I looked into his eyes. The sharpness I had seen earlier shone through.  

“You asked,” he breathed sharply into my ear. “And I’m answering. Now are you going to eat, or do I need to make you?”

Was it fear that flooded through me, or desire? In the moment, I couldn’t tell. It made me sick in the studio to watch him treat his employee’s like this but when it was me?  Part of me was turned on in a way I could have never expected. But another part, a slightly larger part of me felt afraid, genuinely afraid that he would hurt me. I felt myself tremble. 

“I-I’ll eat. I’m s-sorry.” I choked out after a few moments. 

His expression softened, “that’s my girl.” He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from my throat. He watched me carefully for a moment before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “Mi amore, did I frighten you?”

“Yes and no?” I answered as honestly as I could as I tried to sort through my feelings on what just happened. “Some stupid part of me thought that was sexy.” 

He kissed my forehead. “No part of you is stupid, my love. I proved my point- again. You cannot judge someone on what they like- especially if you don’t have any experience in the matter.” He lifted me up and popped me back up on the desk. He handed me my now unwrapped fork and the open container. “Now eat, before I make good on my promise.”

“You would never actually…hurt me though, would you?” I asked hesitantly. That would be the deciding factor- his dominance was sexy, but to be hurt by him was another thing entirely. I took a bite of my lunch and waited for him to answer. 

He shook his head vehemently.  “No. Mi amore, no. I would not. There are other ways to…convince you to follow my directions without inflicting punitive pain.” He took a bite and chewed thoroughly and then swallowed. “Though if that did turn you on- even a little- we should decide on a safeword now. So if we do get a little rough in the moment, we both have a clear cut way to stop if things get to be too much.” 

I gave him a quizzical look. “What is a safe word?”

He grinned. “Ah. Something my little researcher hasn’t discovered on her own? The idea is simple- if you say a key word while we are in the bedroom, I stop. Instantly and without hesitation. The safeword in my studio is Parakeet. Anytime one of my employees utters that word, everything that happens on set stops instantly and the employee is let out of any restraints they may be in.” He paused and opened a bottle of water. He took a sip before continuing. “That’s also why I keep a doctor on staff at all times. Sometimes, accidents and emergencies happen. In house treatment prevents embarrassment and long term injuries. Which in the long run, saves me money.” 

“But why wouldn’t you just stop when I tell you to stop?” I asked. “Isn’t that basic consent and respect?” 

He shook his head. “Not always. Some people like to feel as though they are being overpowered. And for them, continuing to engage in the act despite begging the other to stop is a pleasure in and of itself. A safeword is something that has nothing to do with the situation and is unlikely to come up in a typical dialogue. It clearly communicates that one revokes consent and the other is to stop immediately. To avoid any confusion, I avoid using our safework in any of my scripts so there is never any mistake. Any ideas for ours, my princessa?” 

“I…no. Honestly, no idea, none.” I took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Not a clue.” 

He grinned. “So talk it out with me. The goal is to bring attention to the fact that something isn’t right- and kill the mood, or the vibe. However you want to describe the heat of the moment. Some people use a stop light system of sorts- yelling yellow for getting close to needing to stop and red for actually revoking consent. Think about something that if you said- or even if I said- would stop you in your tracks. And of course, something that you would be comfortable shouting.” 

I looked at him blankly and hesitated as an idea slowly formed. “How about the word safe? Cause you make me feel safe…” 

He smiled. “Safe. A little generic, but I like it.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “If you ever feel uneasy, unsure or want to stop- just say the word “safe” baby girl. And I promise to stop right away. And the same goes for me.” 

“I can’t imagine you ever needing a safe word,” I said, tossing my now empty container in the trashcan next to his desk. 

He laughed, “I have some hard limits. We all do.” He stood up and tossed his own wrapper in the garbage. “Come on, I need to get back to work.”

I jumped off the desk and followed him out. I took my place beside him once again. The clock on the wall ticked three o’clock, and as much as Valentino was invested in his work, I had the distinct feeling that the next few hours would drag by.

[sebastianstansqueen]

Lost in The Shadows Fifteen

A/N: This one is short, sorry, but two parts close together, hope you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

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Warnings:  Angst, maybe Guns, then obviously Brock, kid's, , If forgot anything let me know please!

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Four Years Later

The war between Y/n and Brock had evaluated until, the two of them were the last standing, The Carter, and Rumlow names were the last that stood for the mob families. Brock began getting avantages, on killing each family head one by one. Most who had been friends with Y/n however and who still wanted to live decided to just hand it all to her and that was the same thing as what Thomas had to do for himself and his own family. 

She stared at her computer, flicking through some security footage by the doc as to watch out for Brock's shipment. The large office door began to open with a small whine, her eyes flicked up wards to see who was entering. A mop of brown hair walked through the office, making its way behind the desk, and crawled on to Y/n’s lap. “Hey, baby.” Y/n combed through her daughter's hair with her fingers lightly, her voice filled with exhaustion. “Where's your brother?” 

“Probably, sleep.” She mumbled out, Y/n hummed listening but still flicking through more cameras. “Whats you doing?” 

“Working baby, and then mama is going to sleep, which you should already be.” Y/n looked at her knowingly. 

“Can’ts sleep.” She shakes her head.

Y/n sighed. “Give mama a bit, and then we'll get hot chocolate, I promise Autumn.” The little girl nodded contently.

 Y/n stayed there with the little girl who had slowly fallen to sleep for hours. Nothing came up on the Camera, eventually she called off her guys. Eventually lightly waking up Autumn. “Hey sweetheart, you want hot chocolate now?” Though still tired she perked up, getting off Y/n’s lap and leading the way down to the kitchen. 

Aiden soon joined his mom and sister in the large kitchen, with a grumpy look on his face, his nose screwed up, he was Bucky’s perfect mini-me. “What got your face all screwed up?” Y/n laughed lightly.

“Mama and Autumn, too loud.” He complained. 

“I’m sorry little man, but mama, and Autumn kinda pulled an all nighter, and are about to go back to bed with some hot chocolate, you want some?” Aiden nodded along quickly. “And then Mr. Grumpy, we'll all go to bed for whatever is left of the night.”   

After taking both of her four year olds up stairs with her to her grand room, and finally being able to relax, her eyes shut. 

Four Years Earlier

Soon after getting back, Y/n called Natasha and Wanda for support through the rest of her Pregnancy, and soon after getting back she was again forced to step out as head and put on bed rest, because she found out she was having twins. 

When Y/n, Natasha and Wanda were having a movie night, watching the Princess Diaries was the Choice, soon after having Natasha and Wanda come to help, Y/n found out that Andy put them up to a mission of making her feel at least a little bit better after Bucky. So she tried to go along with it at least a little. While watching the movie just sitting in bed, her water broke. “Uh guy’s.”

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Y/n woke up to nothing. Autumn and Aiden weren't there, her brows furrowed. “Autumn Aiden?” She called out once she got to the staircase when she got no reply, that’s when she panicked, repeatedly calling their names and looking through every room in the house, until Natasha stopped her down a hallway. “Do you have to be so fast in this big of a house?” 

“First off it's a compound, and next is do you know where Autumn and Aiden are?” She asked as she tried not to panic.

 Natasha nodded, then led her to the kitchen. “Maybe don’t freak out so bad next time?” She offered. 

“Not funny.” Y/n shook her head. 

“I wasn’t laughing.” Natasha shook her head. “We got something.” Natasha went from Bartender to one of Y/n’s best assassins. 

“What?” She asked.

“I’ll show you after breakfast.” Natasha said before opening the door to the kitchen, where Wanda was making Pancakes, and the kits sat at the island. 

“Late shift?” Wanda smiles. 

“Late everything, and apparently my closest friends know more than me?” Y/n arched a brow as she leaned against the counter.

Natasha rolled her eyes slightly in seriousness but there was more of a light hatredness behind it than anything. “Can’t ever be patient can you Y/n? Even when the kids are around?” 

Y/n gave Natasha a stern look. “If my kids will do an overnight with me I can be impatient around them.” 

Natasha sighed, walking over to the small kitchen table in the corner by a window looking into the back yard, grabbing something out of her purse, before walking over and placing the folder on the counter in front of  Y/n, who opened it to skim the photos inside. “It seems that Brock has his own new assassin, he’s been on my radar for the last three years.” 

Y/n looked at Natasha with a glint of something resembling anger or betrayal. “Why didn’t I know about this?” She tilted her head. 

“Because, I didn’t want you freaking out about it, and besides, I didn’t know until now that he was even Brock’s.” Natash informed me. “I wanted to be sure before I brought it to your attention.” 

“I’ll look more into it after breakfast.” Y/n  sighed as she looked at the long haired man, but no one could make out who it was. The person's face was covered.

[mymelodymia]

Hey how u doing? I’m in love with your fics btw they’re like my bedtime stories🥰

I saw that you haven’t written morgan much in ur fics so i have some ideas of a fic (or fics) you might like where y/n & morgan bonding with tony through the years. They’re a lot you can do them as parts or oneshots or one big oneshot it’s up to u really. y/n can be she/her or gn.

-12yo y/n asking tony to hold newborn morgan and he obliged, tears in his eyes watching his firstborn holding his newborn🥹

-4yo morgan & 16yo y/n in morgan’s room having tea party or dressing-up party (or whatever kid-friendly games lol) tony then join them and play along. pepper coming to get them for dinner and see her little family having fun (or one to put makeup on tony and the other style his hair and it’s getting messy haha)

-since pepper out of country for business, tony remains to watch his little troublemakers. But he had a bad day that the house label it ‘daddy’s bad day’. y/n noticed this and telling morgan to draw something to him and give him her best morgan cure ever (hugs). y/n did last remaining assignment as morgan finishes her masterpiece then goes to make hot chocolate for them 3. tony gets emotional about morgan’s drawing and more sappy when she hugs him tight telling him “it’s okay daddy. I love you” *sobs in 3000😭*, y/n sit beside him and hug them both (i mean them on the couch being cuddly comforting their dad🥹) then ends the day with a movie night.

-tony teaching dance to y/n for prom in their living room, morgan busting into them and the 3 dance together with an upbeat music, then morgan asks y/n to dance with her, and tony getting emotional again he’s so proud dad (FRIDAY caught him on 4k crying and sent the footage to pepper and rhodey lol)

-the stark family having an outing after y/n’s graduation, tony reminiscing the old times when y/n was just a baby and being taken care of (tony telling embarrassing toddler y/n moments to morgan. pepper in her Protective Mum Mode telling her kids embarrassing stories about their dad as kind of revenge for her embarrassed eldest *go pep!*)

-y/n being there for morgan’s first school day. morgan being there in y/n’s dorm room putting down boxes. this concept might work as a parallel yk.

one day at night morgan called y/n crying ‘cause she missed her sibling and y/n trying to comfort her😭

-years after all these scenes, the stark family expands with y/n’s little newborn. 12yo morgan asks y/n to hold the baby and tony (the sappy daddy he is) having flashbacks to when y/n holding morgan🥹😭

Yeah, that was a lot lol! idk if you’re busy or smth but if you do pls take your time. and pls tag me on your fics if u don’t mind ofc.

Good times Stark family x stark!reader

Pt 1/5

Summary: all the fun times you had with your little sunshine...morgan

Warnings:

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You woke up at around 10:17 a.m. you went downstairs and no one was there, you expected your parents to still be sleeping given that pepper was pregnant and tony well...he's tony.

You gobbled down a bowl of cereal and went upstairs to check on your parents, passing by the nursery, you saw all of the pink and white, and the smidgen of grey in there too.

You smiled, picturing your baby sister laying in her crib, or on the changing table, or even just playing with her toys. You were so excited to meet morgan. The baby sister you'd always wanted.

You peeked around the corner into your parents bedroom. But no one was there, you checked the bathrooms, the dining room, the kitchen, the living room, heck you'd even checked the garage. But no one was there.

"Friday? Where is everyone?" You asked the AI, starting to panic. "Pepper has gone into labor and is at the hospital with tony." She stated calmly. "What!? Why didn't they get me up!?" You asked her. And she said....

"Actually, tony has left a message for you explaining this" she said as she played it. "Hey kid, i hope your doing alright. It is your first time home alone, but peps in labor and i didn't want to wake you so happy will pick you up when the time comes. And dont worry, youll be here for the birth. Love you baby" you heard your father tell you from on the voice message, he sounded like he was driving and pepper was maybe holding the phone up so it could hear him properly.

"Well tell happy to come get me! I dont wanna miss my sisters birth!" You said running out as Friday contacted happy, you were putting together a comfy outfit. Making sure your sweatshirt was fluffy so that when you held her, she would feel it. You threw on your sneakers and was out the door.

Happy picked you up, and stepped on it. Which made you think you were in a hurry and might miss it, but luckily, you didn't.

You ran into the hospital room, immediately being greeted with tony and peppers soft eyes. You ran over to pepper, taking her hand in yours. "Hey mamuh, you doing alright?" You asked her, gently caressing her arm.

"Yes, thank you munchkin" that was peppers nickname for you, she loved saying it, and you were determined to pass it down to morgan and possibly your children some day.

"How dilated is she?" You asked looking up at tony. "Shes currently 8 centimeters dilated"

"What?? Oh thank god i didn't hit the snooze button." Everybody chuckled at your joke.

After a while, she was fully dilated and ready to push. The nurses and doctors instructed her on what to do, while you and tony were at her sides cheering her on and comforting her.

"You got this mamuh, there you go! Come on." You and tony kept repeating these words until morgan was officially born <33333333

It took another few minutes for you and tony to be able to hold her though. But when tony held his second daughter on his chest, the man was crying with joy.

Though he was iron man, and acted like he was the Is toughest guy on the planet, he was actually a very delicate flower.

You tapped his shoulder, getting his attention. "Daddy, can i hold her now?" He immediately gave little Mo to pep and folded your arms in the correct way. After he finished this task, he took his baby and placed her gently in her big sisters arms.

You looked down at her and she looked up at you. You both stared into each others eyes for a while. Tonys eyebrows fell back, he felt a tear run down his cheek. He quickly whipped out his phone, holding it sideways he recorded you both for at least 5 minutes straight.

You smiled at her, letting out a small giggle in awe, and she cooed at you. Making you smile bigger, which made her smile, and all of this reminded tony of his first moments with you, as if you were him and she was you, it flashed before his eyes on how fast his little girl was growing up.

He didn't want the same for morgan, he wanted for both of you to stay like this forever. He wasn't going to let the first few months of little Mo's life off of his mind for a long time. He made the mistake with you, and when time went by so fast, he wanted to go back and not mess it up this time. He took an oath to remember these moments with morgan, it didn't matter if he was soothing her cries, or feeding her, or even bathing her. He wasn't going to let any of it go. Ever.

You looked up at tony, who was balling his eyes out. You giggled and leaned to the side to hug him. He began sobbing into you, holding you tight, pep definitely snapped a photo of this >:) she's gonna show it to everyone ehehhehehehehe

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You came into Morgans room, the baby pink walls were covered in her drawings and photos. You sat down at the table that was seven times too small for you.

She was having a tea party with her stuffed animals, her ginormous panda bear plush sat in a chair, along with a elephant pep had gotten her, and a lion you had got for her.

"May i join the tea party m'lady?" You asked her in a strong British accent, "of course madam" she responded, trying her best to recreate the accent. Pretending to pour some tea in a cup in front of you.

you took a plastic cup she just "filled". Making a loud slurping sound. She giggled at this. (I wanna hear it so bad)

She eventually talked you into wearing a giant pink hoop skirt. (Even though she simply asked and you did it because you cant resist those big beautiful little eyes of hers) Which she had a smaller version for her.

after a while, tony walked in and paused seeing his both his daughters on the floor, in giant hoop skirts, having a tea party. A smile danced on his lips.

Morgan ran behind him and shut the door, locking it in the process 😈😈😈

"Wacha doing, and why did morgan just lock the door....wait who taught you to do that?" He said turning to morgan, who had her arms behind her back innocently "i did." You said raising your hand.

Tony eventually joined in on this tea party. And after begging for like 10 minutes, he put on a hoop skirt as well, and you ran out of the bedroom, getting caught on the locked door. And returned with makeup. "Uh-no." He said pointing a finger at you. You gave him puppy dog eyes, and so did morgan "....fine." you and her cheered before high-fiving.

While morgan did his hair in very odd shapes and styles, you did his makeup, badly....like, INTENSE blush. And bright blue eyeshadow. And red lipstick, you know.

Then pepper walked in to inform her family that it was dinner time. But saw all of you in giant skirts, and tony in a the best ponytail you can do with three inches of hair, and a tiara of course 😄 and you doing his makeup.

She chuckled at this, and especially tonys vulnerability to his girls. "Dinners ready, come on" she said before leaving the room. "Dont worry dad you look amazing"

+•°+*°•++•°+*°•+

You had noticed that your father had a pretty bad day at work, and decided to help him out a bit with the help from Morgan.

"Hey mo. Daddy had a rough day at work, and he misses mommy, lets call it 'daddys bad day' and i want you to draw him something with all of your skill, and then give him the best bad day cure ever! hugs" you whispered that last bit to make it more dramatic for her.

She ran across her bedroom to grab her crayons and a few papers, and immediately got to work, creating her best piece yet!

You looked at it, then back at her and high-fived her for her amazing drawing skills. You had the milk on the stove and the chocolate in the microwave being melted. (You really think that you would make him instant hot cocoa on daddys bad day? Didn't think so)

You watched as tony came downstairs from his hot shower, that was long as well. And watched him immediately plop down on the couch, putting his hands over his face.

Morgan climbed onto the couch and tapped his shoulder getting him to look over at her, his hands floating midair.

"I made you something daddy" she said handing him the paper. He took one look at it and immediately smiled, looking back at morgan he saw she was handing him another paper. "And this ones you and mommy" she said pointing at the two people hugging underneath a rainbow in a meadow of flowers.

He was already quite emotional from his hard day, he felt his eyes water. Little Mo noticed this and wrapped her small arms around his neck, squeezing him as hard as she could,

"Its okay daddy...i love you" he let out a small sob and threw his arms around her waist. "I love you too, my sweet girl".

You walked over and sat down on the couch on his opposite side. Setting all three drinks down on the coffee table in front of you. You leaned into him, you and morgan both squeezed the life out of him.

You turned on a movie, and after you finished your drinks, you and morgan passed out in your fathers caring arms.

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A/N: AAAAAAAAAAA! I love writing for morgan so fricking muchhhhh 💕🥰😘🩷 and I'm trying to tag you I swear, it's not workingggg 😭😭😭 this has happened before just give it a few days maybe 🙃

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[salemshotspot]

please tell me your mankind + goldust + taker thoughts because i watched your amv and was interested and intrigued i wanna know how you perceive them in your mind

OMG I'VE BEEN WANTING SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS FOR SO LONG! I'LL TRY MY BEST TO EXPLAIN IT IN A WAY THAT MAKES SENSE [for a bit of context all the clips I'm going to be talking about are from 1996 + I have them saved if anyone wants to see a certain one!] So when mankind's debut was being teased he would always be alone in dark places talking about how he's a 'freak' both physically and emotionally [my favourite quote from these teasers is 'on the eight day God created mankind, why was he having such a bad day?'] and he later goes onto talk about how both of his parents grew to resent him due to either his anger [he says something about how his father thought he was too out of control and needed to be 'numbed'] or his deformity [he says his mum used to always wake him up so her friends could hear his music but once it stopped she started to resent him or something like that] and I believe that because of that not only does he have parental issues [like hell he frequently calls Goldust 'mommy' and says he's her little boy who needs to protect her] but further more I hc that he has a twisted kind of religious guilt which is why he's so 'crazy' [trying to destroy himself and possibly end up dead because God clearly made a mistake with him which you can either read as him trying to deform himself sm he's unrecognisable and therefore nothing like what God created him to be or you can read it as he feels if God couldn't love him then there's no point in living because he was created as pure evil and pure evil must be punished/cleansed from the world.

Now as I've stated before mankind sees Goldust as a mother figure and I think it's for two reasons; one, his own mother rejected him for being a 'freak' so he believes no 'normal' person could love him so he finds comfort in someone else who is, as Vince McMahon always puts it on commentary, 'a bizarre one' but also because Mankind's mum 'always woke him up for the music' which made him feel wanted, he clings to Goldust's theatrical nature as it reminds him of his mum [and side note, Goldust clearly takes on the role really well, there's footage of him literally in Mankind's boiler room, a place he feels safe and grounded, a place he calls his home being so tender with him, comforting him like every child wants their mother to do.]

Before I go onto The Undertaker, for context, in '96 the three men had a feud; from his debut Mankind always attacked The Undertaker and then when Goldust and The Undertaker began feuding Mankind would frequently come to his rescue [clearly closer with Goldust, playing into the stereotype of a 'mamas boy.']

I feel like there's two ways to view The Undertaker in this dynamic; one being as Goldust is a mother figure to Mankind he could view The Undertaker as a father figure [in his debut teasers there's light implications that Mankind's mother and father weren't on agreeable terms, especially when it came to how to raise Mankind so the conflict could remind him of that and as his mother was implied to be more tender, even if she was still rejecting him, he would be more inclined to 'protect' her and in turn protect Goldust from The Undertaker] but also you could argue his religious guilt could absolutely manifest in a hatred for The Undertaker because, as previously mentioned, I think that Mankind would be drawn to death and self-destruction as an attempt to either defy God or cleanse himself from the world and as The Undertaker is very much symbolic of death [he's literally 'the dead man'] he could be angry at death for refusing to take him and the closet he can get to attacking death realistically is via The Undertaker.

Also this is exclusive to the amv but I do hc Goldust and The Undertaker as a couple and the 'and your dearest fantasy is to grow a baby in me' was intended to be a way of saying that Mankind is a monster, a creature, he was never seen as a human even as a baby and deep down The Undertaker wishes he could start again and have a family with Goldust and have a baby rather than a creature. I'm sorry I'm weird and have weird little hcs but I really hope that made sense and I explained everything properly! If there's anything I didn't explain properly/anyone has any other questions about my hcs for *any wrestlers* please lmk [either via dming, commenting, asking etc] and I'll be more than happy to answer/re-word anything :)

[conniesanchor]

Hii can I request a spencer Reid x fem!reader where the Reader gets kidnapped and the unsub sends a video of them torturing her to the BAU team and they later show Spencer when he arrives and the team end up rescuing her. Lots of angst and fluff <3

lost & found

warnings: kidnapping, blood, trauma, angst, maybe more.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

spencer walked into the bau as if it were any usual day. he made his coffee, and added more sugar than any human should eat in a week, let alone a day. he made his way to his desk, expecting a 'morning, pretty boy.' from you, but when he went without, he noticed you weren't here.

"hey morgan? have you seen y/l/n?" he asked.

"no, not yet. she'll probably be here soon though. just running late." he responded, making his way to his own desk. "loosen up, kid. she's allowed to be late every once in a while." morgan comforted when he noticed his muscles tense up.

"yeah, no, i know." spencer said before hotch started rushing in with a panicked expression.

"morgan, reid. you guys have to see this." the two men had never seen their boss so afraid, and fear rushed through spencer.

they practically ran to the conference room, and when they saw you up on the big screen, they froze. you were chained to the ground and gagged. blood was all over your body but you were still very much alive. at least when the video was taken. "is this live?" morgan questioned, trying to stay calm.

"no, it's a ten minute loop." garcia almost whimpered.

"well can you track the location?" jj asked, frustration building up.

"bouncing from cell towers."

spencer was seconds away from exploding and everyone could tell, rossi was the first to say something, "hey, kid. she'll be fine. she's a badass, you know that." he comforted.

it didn't do spencer any good. his jaw was still clenched and his hands balled at his side. "dammit!" he yelled, hitting the table they were all standing over.

"hey, reid! she's gonna be fine! relax." emily yelled, "if we get pissed of there's no way we save her."

"emily, she could already be dead. she left here at 11 o'clock last night, we don't know what time whoever the hell this guys is got her. we don't know what time the video was taken! garcia can't track the ip address, we don't even know where to start." he rambled on and on only stopping when hotch mumbled a soft 'reid.'

no one knew exactly why but hotch was one of the only people who could calm reid down with one word. that was aside from you, of course, but you weren't here right now. you were the glue of the team and you were gone.

"okay. we treat this case like any other. garcia, pull up the security footage from eleven o'clock last night in the parking lot. see if anything was off with her while she got in her car. morgan and prentiss, i want you guys to go over to her house. see if her car is there, or if she just never made it home at all. jj, reid, figure out the best course of action and come up with as much as you can to help us fine her. rossi, you're with me." hotch finished, everyone beggining to move out of the room and to their assigned areas.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

soon enough they found out every detail, and garcia was able to find out where the video was from. the only thing left to do was find you. the team loaded up into the trucks. when they reached the building you were in, they slowly made their way in.

there was surprisingly only one guy. clearly it wasn't well thought out. they quickly took out the unsub, and reid rushed toward you. you were unconscious but still alive. "is she okay?" jj asked, giving space.

"she's breathing. there's no serious injuries, she'll be fine" spencer was more trying to convince himself more than jj.

the medics loaded you up onto the gurney, and now all that was left, was waiting.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

you woke up in the hospital, your entire body numb from antibiotics. there were only two people in your room, jj and spencer. "hey, how do you feel?" jj asked, placing her hand on your shoulder.

you moved to sit up but we're quickly stopped by spencers protest. "woah, hey. lie down, it's okay."

he was pressed up against the wall, his jaw clenched as it had been since the previous morning when he saw the video. jj broke the tension, though. "im gonna go let everyone know you're alright."

you smiled, nodding and then moving your gaze toward the curly haired boy. "hi." you mumbled. "you can come closer, spence. you're not gonna hurt me." you spoke, holding your hand out for him to take.

it was almost as if he was scared that if he touched you, you would just disintegrate. nonetheless, he did take your hand, moving closer to you. "you scared me, y/n/n. i didn't know if you were okay."

"he said- he said he was going to hurt you. that's the only reason i didn't put up a fight." you admitted, knowing that he was going to become angry.

"what?" he asked, anger seeping through. "how could you be so reckless? he could've killed you!" he whisper-yelled.

"im sorry, spence. i just- i couldn't lose you." you defended.

he sighed, trying to regain his composure. "i can't even be mad at you, but you don't get to protect me. okay? not like that. i can take care of myself. alright." he told you.

"we'll see." you whispered.

"can i tell you something?" he requested, moving to sit on the bed where there was room. you hummed, letting him know that it was okay. "i think- i think i really like you. like not the typical like, but like the like like where you really really care about someone and today really just proved that because when i saw..."

"spencer, shush. i like you too." you said in a comforting tone. you moved to sit up, but once again were stopped. this time, not by protests, but spencers lips finally connecting with yours.

i don't like this at all but thank you for the request!

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Bangtan Weekly Report

Been a while. How are ya? We got a lot of shit going on and it has not been easy keeping up. I'll be glad when they are back together in 2025 so we can rest. Lol. Just kidding... I guess.

In a few hours we get Golden. I am excited to hear what Jungkook's chosen for his first album. I am excited to hear him explore these genres of songs. I am sure he's learned a lot during this process just as all the others have. He did a pre-release "press conference" and here is Dispatch's video of it: Watch Kookie's interview here.

He was very poised and articulate... dare I say "mature"? He is doing well. I'm very proud of Jungkook. He and his dance team are very excited to show us what they've created. I'm sure it will be amazing.

He mentioned a future Korean song as a gift? Don't tell me he means his gift to us before he leaves for MS...

😭

Taemin with Jimin special appearance on Suchwita. Finally watched. The dynamic between Jimin and Taemin and Jimin and Yoongi was fascinating.

I don't know a lot about Taemin. Of course I've seen he and Jimin's performance from a while back. Taemin is a great performer. He seems like a very sincere person.

Jimin's Dior campaign.

So lovely that we finally get to see him in motion. Ever since Hobi's LV campaign with the bags, I've been wanting to see Dior or Tiffany take advantage of Jimin's fluid motion and FINALLY they woke up and showed him moving. Not a fan of the oversized knit vests but those suits are wonderful.

Namjoon... Mr. Black Void for an IG pfp... showing us some images from his trip to London.

Fun fact: That Kodak Portra 400 35mm film is anywhere from $15-$25 per roll of film... then you have to pay to have it developed.

His hair is dark in the image... not taken while he was in London... but when? Japan? That sand looks black. Ibusuki Beach? Except for that ship out there... hmmm.

His documentary will be coming down the line at some point, it will be jam-packed with his meanderings from these past two years. Maybe we'll find out where he's been.

The BTS documentary will be out in December. Our Christmas present. I'm looking forward to it. There will be new footage in it.

Tae channeling him some Elvis for Celine is interesting. I suppose this is from an upcoming campaign or magazine spread.

And this was shared with us.

Jung Hoseok achieving his Corporal promotion ahead of time which I think means he would have three bars on his shirt pocket instead of the two as in this photo from his IG.

Less than a year left until Hobi's discharged and 7.5 months left before Jin is discharged.

It was the anniversary of The Astronaut this week. Can't believe this year just flew by. The reluctance to wish time to fly by but at the same time wanting it to slow down in order to live in the moment...we were so worried this time last year. We are making it through this ya'll. We are getting there.

Samsung campaign giving us Yoongi in tan pants. Doing god's work if you ask me:

Xylitol also keeping the Bangtan flame lit ...

How come Jimin and Jungkook are the only ones with their left hands in their pockets? Jikook always jikooking. You are me I am you is strong with them.

[novafire-is-thinking]

A Future in the Stars

First and foremost, Orion was motivated by his internal vision of what he wanted the future to look like/how he thought it should look—both for himself and the rest of Cybertronian kind.

To me, the following passage from The Covenant gives the clearest snapshot of who Optimus was at spark and what he valued most at the beginning:

“He’d tried hard to concentrate on his duties in the archive for the entire week before the bridges were due to be opened, but he couldn’t. Every few cycles his mind would quietly detach itself from considering the records of events on Cybertron and how to index them for future reference, and would sneak off into little reveries about what might be found at the other end of the bridge. Given that the Quintessons had already proved there was other life, albeit dangerous life, he couldn’t help his imagination running riot and seeing endless vistas opening, one after another, into all kinds of strange, new worlds filled with peculiar, wonderful creatures, all waiting right now to be discovered.... And it would be this week! This week they would see, they would hear, they would know things about these other worlds and nothing would ever be the same again.

He woke up suddenly from a dream of a place made entirely of colored mineral rocks glittering like frost, in which beautiful winged things like insecticons, but much more delicate, floated and clinked, singing to one another-and found himself face-to-face with Alpha Trion, the chief archivist and councilor, and his boss.

“... I said,” Alpha Trion was apparently repeating. “I received your notice requesting the day off to see the bridge opening.”

“Yes!” Orion Pax said quickly. “I know it can be seen from here, but I wanted to be able to get closer than that. I mean, it’s a historic moment and ...”

“You may go,” Alpha Trion said, in the tones of a conditional reprieve, “if you promise to stop logging Sharkticon footage under ‘Scary Monsters’ and stop listing entries about Shockwave as Soundwave. I know they are similar, but Soundwave is a councilor, and Shockwave is, at best, a rogue with some very disreputable decisions in his past, who lives outside the law. We file for accuracy, not by ear.”

Orion Pax nodded, feeling alarmed that his daydreaming had caused such silly errors. He apologized and didn’t notice Alpha Trion’s smile.

“Do you wish you were going?”

The question caught him unawares, though he wondered if the answer showed on his face. “Yes, I would. To be the first to set foot on alien ground! It would be amazing....” He remembered the long years of struggle, surviving under the terror of the Predacons, before there was anything resembling civilization. He remembered the effort to stay useful, to stay occupied with interesting activities, as all around him fights broke out over territories, powers, and rivalries. He had kept his head down all this while, small and insignificant and attempting nothing more glamorous than merely living. It was as if all that had been leading to this time, when someone like him could dream dreams that were actually possible, when his notions of all that could be would be, and it wasn’t just to pass the time before some other bot came and spoiled things with their rage and their violence, forcing him to move on and leave whatever small organization and peace he had behind him.

“You see a future in the stars?” Alpha Trion asked him quietly.

Orion Pax thought, feeling self-conscious, because he wasn’t used to such attention. Although Alpha Trion didn’t overwhelm him, he felt a certain strange reverence for him, partly for his scholarship and his command over the Covenant, that odd book that he kept, with its peculiar properties, and partly because Alpha Trion was the oldest bot he knew, and whenever you asked him a question about something, he nearly always had the answer or a view or an angle on it that you’d never have thought of before.

“The stars look endless to me,” he said eventually. “Out there, you could just go and go, and there’d be enough space for everyone, and things to do and see that go on forever.” He risked a look at Alpha Trion’s face and was surprised to see quiet thoughtfulness there. “You must think I’m naive. Everyone says I’m a dreamer.” He waited for the other to agree.

But Alpha Trion shook his head. “Dreamers are in too-short supply on this world,” he said. “And so far there wasn’t so much to dream about, but the times are coming when we will need more visionaries, of one kind or another. Do I think it is naive to feel idealistic about the unknown? No. If we didn’t feel that way we’d be nothing more than Predacon fodder, and rightly so. Instead we’ve taken their place at the top of things, and now we’re adventuring abroad. There’ll be time enough for reality later.”

Orion was calmed by Alpha Trion’s acceptance, and elevated. For the first time, he considered himself as something potentially worthwhile, a bot who had something to offer the world instead of one who awkwardly negotiated with it. The idea scared him a little, but he held on to it, experimentally, and for the rest of that day, at least, managed to correct his mistakes and apply himself without creating many more.”

The Stars Remember

This is where it all began for Optimus. Not when he first heard Megatron’s words over Cybertron’s Communications Grid. Not when he decided to step away from his post and meet Megatron for the first time. Not even when he gave his impromptu speech before the Council.

But here, at his humble workstation in the Hall of Records.

Reading this part of CoP and then looking at Optimus in TFP…does things to me. It’s not hard to guess what happened to The Dreamer. Where young Orion Pax had seen hope of life and potential for discovery, Optimus came face-to-face with death and loss and grief. I can only guess how much Optimus had to lay to rest within himself in order to survive the pain of millions of years of war. The same heavens he had looked upon so fondly as Orion became the grave of many of those under his command. Not just literally, but figuratively as well.

But I don’t think The Dreamer ever died completely. How else would Optimus have kept going?

✧ ✧ ✧

series master post

[foxes-that-run]

End game

Like all Ed features, End Game is Haylor. (Ed, the O.G. Haylor MVP) it was written a few weeks after HS1 was released. Unlike other Rep songs that were revisited and have Joe references, even when they started before they met. In fact the film clip is overtly Haylor. (below) in the BTS (at 1:55) Taylor’s gets text with a scrabble move, she considers, says it is a 'tight game' and decides to leave the other player suspended. Ed blushes.

When OOTW was released Harry’s IG went B&W for 2 years until he started solo promo, apart from a few scrabble boards (in screaming colour) I have a theory he & Taylor played remotely which is why they are colour and she included this.

Here’s some footage of Joe playing scrabble. ….oh sorry, wait, that’s Harry Styles: fan of Scrabble and texting T Swift. Look at her here in the reputation book with the players names covered.. I wonder why lol

Timeline

Ed Sheeran said he wrote his part in a hotel room in New York. He told Audacy that he went to her RI home and heard Rep then the next day wrote it in a hotel in NY. 14 July 2017. (2 months after HS1’s release) (He was also at Taylors NY Apartment 7 March)

I was playing Mohegan Sun in Connecticut, she has a place in Rhode Island, which isn't too far so she hits me up I go around. She plays me what turned out to be Reputation and End Game and I was like man this is I really like, can I do a verse can I like do a rap verse and she was like yeah for sure. So the next day i kind of I remember I was in bed and sort of woke up and i got my laptop out but the song just looped it and I wrote wrote this verse and I went in with max martin who she did the song with and recorded it and then future the verse and then Taylor wrote a verse and then yeah we shot we shot a video".

Film Clip

The film clip is less subtle in being Haylor, it takes place in:

Miami, where HS and TS hung out at Courtney Cox's house

Tokyo, where HS went on a 1D break as his first trip overseas without the band

London, where Ed, HS and Joe all live.

Haylor Easter eggs:

0:04 the ferris wheel looks like the winding wheel.

0:21 she is a passenger in a car at night

0:44 she wears a very Harry Gucci Jumpsuit

0:48 there is a polaroid

1:10 she is a single kitten mother, except Olivia is in her Rep Era lol

1:20 the 1989 Rolling Stone shoot, now in the dark with fireworks.

2:09 Taylor 'A' Swift wears an "A" shirt see: Harry's A tattoo. (When asked Harry said "uh... for my mum" which Louis said "No it's not not it's for a mystery blonde" (2:40)

2:39 she wears the Red/WANGBT hat and cane. She also wears the jacket from her red rolling stone cover.

3:13 there are 2 white bird statues that look like his chest tattoos.

3.30 she references the 1D One Thing MV bus scene

3:43 she visits this kebab shop, a similar one with a made up but similar name is in the 1D midnight memories MV. This tik tok is also about this being an ex’s kebab shop

Lyrics

I wanna be your endgame, endgame Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we got big reputations, ah And you heard about me, ooh I got some big enemies (yeah) Big reputation, big reputation Ooh, you and me, we'd be a big conversation, ah

HS and TS have both had big reputations as long as they’ve know each other. Now both A-listers dating is a much bigger conversation than one dating anyone else. Her enemies of Scooter and the Kanye are relevant to the music industry.

I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) Like the other girls do

New Years Day Taylor sings “Please don't ever become a stranger, Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere”.

I don't wanna hurt you (I just wanna be) Drinkin' on a beach with (you all over me)

Harry Styles Debut was released May 2017, 6 months before Rep. Harry told Radio 1 he had played it for Ed earlier. The album lays out a lot of hurt between them Taylor may not have known about in that detail. Drinking, beaches and being all over each other are solid Haylor themes, see Video.

I hit you like, "Bang" We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

Haylor hit like a bang, they met in march, were together almost immediately, he had multiple tattoos that reference her by May and they both had new albums with songs they still perform about each other by October and November. Toe were friends for a long time first and were not yet public.

Reputation precedes me, they told you I'm crazy I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me And I can't let you go, your handprint's on my soul It's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks So here's the truth from my red lips

There’s a lot of Haylor references here:

They told you I was crazy, I swear I don’t love the drama is a reference to 1989’s Blank Space

I can’t let you go, Handprints on my soul fits is a theme in 1989, MMIH, Stockholm syndrome, ready for it?, Harry’s House.

The truth from my red lips refers to Style, Two Ghosts and other lip related lyrics.

Finally Taylor uses gold to describe HS in Gold Rush: “Everybody wants you, But I don't like a gold rush, What must it be like, to grow up that beautiful?”

[thatawkwardbryce]

Dreamworld Catalogue - Encounter

Date: 01/13/20XX

Victim One:

Mark Heathcliff

Suspect: 

Cesar Torres

Description of Event:

An employee of Dreamworld Entertainment is invited by a friend visiting town to come over to his work to get a gift. Tape is believed to be edited and or tampered with.

Beginning tape playback…

The video begins with two photos on screen, showing a call playback.

On the right is Cesar Torre’s High School photo, showing him smirking at the camera.

And on the left is Mark Heathcliff’s employee ID photo…he is not smiling and looks bored.

“Hello?”

Mark groggily asks, sounding like he just woke up.

“Heya Mark, are you doing good?”

Cesar asks.

(To make reading easier, we will use shortened names to indicate who is talking.)

MH: “Cesar? Why the fuck are you calling me in the middle of the night?”

CT: “Because I came to visit you but the flight got delayed a lot.”

MH: “Look right now I…what?”

CT: “I just got off my flight and can finally call you.”

MH: “...Did you seriously come here, all the way from Mandela County…just to call me?”

CT: “Of course not. I wanted to come by since I forgot to give you your Christmas Present.”

MH: “You could have just mailed it to me.”

CT: “I know but I didn't want to seem like a jerk and just mail you a gift late.”

MH: “Fine…when are you going to get here?”

CT: “Soon…Mind visiting your work first?”

MH: “What? Why?”

CT: “Come on! It's pretty close to you so you won't have to travel 10 miles just so I can give you your gift. Especially with that snowstorm coming in.”

MH: “...Fine. But if Sara fires me I am sending you home with a drop kick.”

CT: “Alright, mind bringing your old video camera to film? Your sis wants a video to see how you're doing.”

MH: “Fine. Let me just get rea-dydydydydydddddddddd-”

Audio glitches out, as Cesar’s face is replaced with Sara Covetmen's face.

The video cuts to dashcam footage of Mark Heathcliff driving to Dreamworld Entertainment.

Snow covers the streets as the radio plays “Let it Snow” before being interrupted by a Weather alert.

“Please be advised that a snowstorm warning has been issued in Erie County, Huron County, Richland County, Ashfield County, and Knox County. If you live in any of these counties, it is advised to stay indoors, light your fireplaces if you have one, turn on heating machines, and wait out the snowstorm. It is advised to stay off the roads and stay indoors-”

“Fucking Ceaser making me come out to my work during this storm…I hope he stays safe.”

Mark sighs as he turns up the heater in his car and turns off the radio.

The camera skips ahead to Mark arriving at Dreamworld Entertainment Facility. The lights were off but the front door was open.

“Seriously Cesar?”

Mark sighs seeing this.

“I am so fired if Sara finds out about this.”

He says beginning to get out and-

The footage cuts to grainy Security Cam footage of Mark entering the Lobby, taking off the hood of his hoodie as he looks around the area.

“CESAR!” He yells, shining the camera’s light around, over cardboard cutouts of the cast and murals. “Why is it so warm in here…shouldn't the night crew have turned off the heater?”

He says confused as he makes his way to an open door to the stairs, leaving the view of the camera.

It then cuts to footage from earlier, showing Cesar walking around Dreamworld. “Mark!...Mark!” He yells, seemingly looking for Mark despite calling him there, suddenly there's the sound of something falling over, and Cesar investigating, once again leaving the view of the camera.

It cuts back to Mark’s camera, walking around the halls Seaventure as he grumbles. “The minute I find him I am going to-”

“To what, Little Guppy?”

Glory asked, revealing herself hidden under the water. It is unknown what to call what Mark did as the camera shakes a lot as he makes a lot of noise. “AH GAH GHUGH! AH!...Glory can you…not do that?” He sighs, after nearly having 20 heart attacks.

“Sorry.” She giggles a bit as she raises her head above the water. “But who exactly are you looking for?” “My friend, Cesar��soon to be Exfriend when I find him for pulling this joke on me.” He grumbles. “Cesar…l-like the Roman Leader?” She giggles a bit

“Yeah, though more annoying and less leadery.” He chuckles as he looks around. “Seen him?” “Sorry hun. Haven’t seen him all night…but I did hear someone heading to Staract.” She says. “Thank you…Have a good night Glory.” He chuckles with a smile beginning to leave. The footage cuts ahead to Mark making it to Staract. “CESAR! You there?!” He yells as he exits the stairwell. Nothing, just empty halls of Murals of stars, and Pictures of Starlight. “Christ when did it get so cold? It feels like-” He was about to finish…when he heard music coming from the Theatre. “Cesar?” He begins to walk past more murals and paintings, as he walks through the doors to the grand theater, rows and rows of star covered seats empty, spotlights shining onto the stage, and at the center…Cesar, a big grin plastered across his face. “Heya Mark. Glad you could make it.” He says, tilting his head to the side as Mark and the camera stare at him. “Uh yeah…Mind explaining how you set this up-” “Oh, Sara helped me silly! She saw how great an employee you were and wanted to help me.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the other side now. “In fact, your gift is with her backstage right now…all you have to do is come here and get it.” He says, his grin growing. “...Yeah let me just get something real quick.” Mark said, turning around and beginning to walk away.

“That’s not Cesar.” He says to himself as his footsteps are joined by Cesar’s. “Markkkkk~ Come back I have a gift for yooooou~” Cesar says, as Mark goes from walking to running. The footage cuts back to Mark’s Dashcam, pointed still towards the front doors to Dreamworld, As Mark comes out of them with a large gash across his right cheek on his face and missing his hoodie.

“Get the fuck away from me!” He yells, opening the car door and shutting it, beginning to try and start it as distorted lobby music is heard coming from the open doors. Mark tries to start the car, headlights flashing on as Cesar is seen slowly walking towards him. 

But quickly Cesar begins to change, growing taller and thinner as his grin grows wider. 

Until finally Mark starts the car and drives off.

It cuts to later, Mark’s camera on the bed as he frantically dials 911.

“Come on come on come on!” He yells, redialing over and over again as a loud weather alert plays on TV.

He seemingly gets an answer.

“PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HELP ME, SOMETHING IS FUCKING WEARING MY FRIEND AND IT’S AT DREAMWORLD AND-” Suddenly the call is cut off…along with the power. He quickly swears under his breath and grabs his camera and flashlight. Heading to the living room about to leave…as someone knocks on the door.

“H-Hello?! Tell who the fuck you are or so-” “MARK WAIT! It’s me Wiatt, You know from work? I…I got your call about Dreamworld.”

Wiatt could be seen a little through the frosted glass window on the door, Mark doesn’t move. Listening to Wiatt.

“I think Cesar was killed by Sara and had his soul taken, and she might be coming after you to tie off loose ends. But don’t worry, me and Damien can help keep you safe-”

“I didn’t call you.”

Mark interrupted, backing away from the door.

“What? But I-”

“I tried to call those two nutjobs who investigate paranormal activity and keep trying to break into Dreamworld…but not you.”

Mark says slowly backing away from the door.

“...Well, that’s an actual surprise.”

The voice chuckles, becoming distorted and sounding more like Sara.

“I must say, I’m real impressed, really! You saw through my disguise so easily I thought I wasn’t wearing one at first. I mean Cesar was fooled when he saw me in the Staract.” The doorknob shakes as the voice tries to enter.

“But not you, of course though it doesn’t really matter…Let me in Mark.”

The television in the living room suddenly turns on, showing a distorted warning as Mark points the camera at it suddenly.

“If an alternate enters your home, lock yourself in your bedroom, acquire a loaded firearm, and END IT ALL MARK.”

The last part is repeated over and over again. The front door begins to break as the thing slams into it, over and over again. “MARK. LET ME INNNNNN!” The door breaks as Mark runs away, laughter filling his house as he enters his bedroom and locks the door.

He runs to his closet, opening it up and looking through it for something as loud footsteps come closer and closer to his door. Finding a loaded revolver, turning around and facing the door.

Knock, knock, knock. Something begins to knock on the bedroom door as Mark places his camera on the bed, pointing it at the door as he points his gun at it.

“Marrrk. It’s hopeless Mark. We all know what happens next.” The doorknob jiggles as a distorted version of twinkle twinkle little star plays.

“I know what you love.” The voice changes back to Cesar’s voice as the door slowly opens revealing his face.

“I know what makes you human.” The video distorts as Cesar’s face is replaced with what looks like the face of the angel Gabriel.

“I know what you dread.” The voice distorts as Gabriel’s face begins to break apart as eyes open up all over it.

“Nobody is coming for you.”

Mark is heard crying as the door opens more and more. The…thing begins to smile more as it hears this.

“I…have…WON-”

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT-” BANG.

The footage cuts back to earlier, showing the dashcam of Private Detective Damien Klein’s car, heading home as the radio plays what can be best described as…Smooth Jazz.

Only stopping as he is overtaken by Mark. “The hell?” Damien begins to follow Mark’s car, sensing something off as he gives chase. Pulling up to a stretch of road leading to Mark’s house as yelling is heard in the distance.

He gets out, pulling out his handgun from the glovebox as he walks down the road, dashcam capturing him as he leaves towards Mark’s house.

It cuts back to the…thing getting shot by something off camera, yelling as it falls to the ground.

“You…YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?” It yells bursting into Mark’s as Mark fires a shot at it, making it yell out more.

“I came because I saw you on that kid’s car!” Damien yells.

The thing tries to say something but Mark grabs his camera and pushes past the thing in the hall, nearly tripping as the thing roars.

“No matter, it’s already too late to help. I might as well get rid of you along with Mark.” It says as it shapeshifts into a black blob covered in eyes and teeth, laughter filling the hall.

“I have fooled the Shepherds, and I shall kill the angels.”

It laughs as Mark stands up, pointing his gun at the thing with Damien.

“Oh Mark…Do you want to know what Cesar’s last words were?” It chuckles as Mark and Damien stand in silence.

“...OHGODOHGODHELPMEPLEASESOMEONEHELPHELPHELP-” One of its mouths opened up, yelling and screaming from Cesar filled the room…only drowned out by Mark.

“YOU FUCKING BASTARD!” Mark fires at it as the video distorts and glitches out, ending.

Aftermath: On the morning of 01/14/20XX, Damien Klein brought Mark Heathcliff to the hospital, both heavily injured after what Mark claimed to be a fight with a demon. After their wounds were dealt with, Damien brought Mark to his home to fully explain what happened and showed Damien the footage. Mark is currently living with Damien claiming that he doesn’t feel safe at his home. Cesar remains missing.

[insipid-drivel]

This is why we shouldn't use night vision CCTV in the swamp

As is probably well established by now, I live in a swamp that's in the same region as a lot of Bigfoot sightings. I've grown up in this wilderness my whole life, seen and experienced a whole lot of weird crap that is filed away in the "Hey, don't worry about it," part of my brain with the rest of The Horrors.

My mom also did most of her growing up here, but more in the woodlands and plural spaces around housing developments and cities. Basically, where you're more likely to encounter a homeless person or a pigeon in the underbrush than a cryptid or some cool wildlife.

I grew up so deep in these forests and swamps I stay the hell inside after dark and live in blissful ignorance of what goes on outside my bedroom window every night. Some shit I've seen looking in at me. Sometimes it's animals (which was how I found out a storm had knocked over our neighbor's horse fence one night - I suddenly had a Welsh pony pull up to my bedroom window like it was a Wendy's) - sometimes it's just eyes in the shadows that may or may not speak, who cares? Definitely not my little brother's girlfriend who confirmed she sees them too whenever she's here and goes out after dark for a cigarette and runs inside panicked every time they appear. Let's not dwell on it. Moving on.

My mom decided, after becoming thrilled with the huge amount of bird and squirrel traffic I get with my small seed-and-pollinator garden outside of my bedroom window, to set up a motion-activated night vision camera pointed at my feeders to see what may visit in the dark.

Fully-bragging here, but I pretty much have every single species of native bird (and a couple of fucking starlings) that isn't a raptor visit my garden every day. Yesterday I completed my Pokedex when a family of quail came visiting. It's not weird for there to be 15-20+ birds in my garden at once with at least 5 or more individual unique species eating and (mostly) getting along (which some of us could learn from by example, starlings).

I made the tactical decision to bite my tongue about the camera, because this morning, I found I actually wanted to see some of the footage.

Everything was fine when I woke up this morning; my feeders were still rapidly being depleted of birdseed I spend too much of my disability checks on so I can delight my cat and feel like I'm taking care of some of my local wildlife. I use a small trough that I fill will feed for squirrels and the occasional deer that usually takes a couple of days for the locals to empty.

This morning, after having just ROUNDED OFF the ground-trough-feeder with a fresh supply of food the day before, I found the trough completely clean and empty, and dragged several feet away from where I usually leave it. So I asked my mom if she'd review the camera footage, figuring it was probably the same derpy yearling buck with slightly wonky baby-antlers that I've seen eating out of it before.

Nope.

Just a mom with kids to feed. My mom was appalled at the number of them (one of the ways I know she's still domesticated), but I quietly approved and told her that it was probably a mother raccoon and her adolescent babies. I've seen raccoons raising up to 5 kits at a time in places where food is plentiful and the predator count is relatively low. I let my mom know it's totally fine; that the ground feeder is there to feed the nocturnal as well as the diurnal.

The morning quiets down for a few minutes, and I get ready to snooze to the birdsong outside. My mom is still on her phone, half-birdwatching at the foot of my bed, half-scrolling through clips of footage from the rest of that night (which usually is just moths and a stray cat or two setting the camera off), and that's when I heard what I like to wearily call the "There's A Cryptid On My CCTV Gasp".

Look. If you set up cameras in a place like this, you're GOING to see weird shit you can't explain. Part of why I like living out here is because only other people that understand this also live out here. My neighbors and I are all out of our fucking minds, but that's why The Swamp embraces us. If you don't have the psychiatric diagnostic equivalent of a ghost pepper in your brain, you probably won't do well out here. The Swamp is nature's Void: If you gaze long into it, it will gaze back into you. My System of alter personalities smile like idiots and wave into the Void while some of them full-on make out in front of the Void with reckless abandon.

My mom just stammers at first, and and then is like, "I... don't know what that is? It looks like a cat? But I've NEVER seen a cat that big..." Ironically ignoring my cat, who I rescued as a tiny "standard size" kitten from a shelter and found out the hard way that she's actually very much a Maine Coon.

My mom, shaken, shows me the best still she could get from the clip the camera took of The Creature:

She's pale, and visibly unnerved as she brings me her phone with the actual clip of this animal in it. Of course the footage is shittier than when we just had raccoons out there. Didn't you read what I just wrote? The Swamp will not abide your attempts to spoil its fuckery.

But I nevertheless watched this 2-3 second clip of this animal walking by the ground feeder. It's about the size of a medium dog, has no tail, and walks with a very feline gait. My mom is practically freaking out at this point, her voice actually trembling when she keeps asking me "What do you think it is?"

There's a long, heavy silence as I replay the clip a couple more times, just watching this thing move and confirming that, indeed, it's too big to be a domestic cat, but too small to be a mountain lion, and has no discernible tail.

"Mother, it's a bobcat."

"That can't be!"

>therewere5raccoonsthereandit'sabobcatgoodlordmom.mp4

So I pulled up a google search and showed her:

"Oh."

[cosmica-galaxy]

A continuation on this monster of a text, https://www.tumblr.com/cosmica-galaxy/719001034780000256

Me while reading this: Ohhhh celestial castle, very nice, dawww and they put Deimos and Sanford close together? In like a small bed, did they make a doll house for their resting vessels? That's so sweet, I would have ne- wh… w what do you mean “if he ever woke up from his slumber”.

Would this mean that others could potentially wake up too… heh, live footage of Jeb checking if Hofnarr is dead or alive https://www.youtube.com/shorts/YtSPQIK15uc

But seriously though THAT'S SO COOL, when i read the line “That once the employers confront the false moon, the “moon” is revealed to be one of Player’s eyes” i hit my table i was so pumped. This character started off so sad then it turned so wholesome, i love it.

Also, I think :Mothra's Theme (Queen of the Monsters Suite): would be a good fit for their character.

But another thing that's been bugging me, wouldn't the vessels notice something wrong, first they are engaged in combat and the other second they aren't, you can't tell me that they wouldn't notice.

Like a siad in the previous post maby it comes to a point where Doc wants to find out about this god. I mean if the employers are so perturbed by it and it's affecting his mercenaries (the exception being Hank). Then what could this mean… Listen, I just want one, ONE of the madcom characters to meet the moon god face to face in all there glory, is that so much to ask for?

Originally I imagined the god to have flesh, but now that I have a better understanding of their character I think it would be more suitable if they were made out of solid rock, or at least appear to be. It's hard to see their real form through the misty light that's covering them, but when they're scaled down a mock version of their form appears.

The gods body and clothes are made out of chiseled marble yet the garments that they wore moved with their body as if it wasn't. A shadow forever masking the left side of their face, the only glimpse to what's beneath it is a crimson stream dripping down their chine. It's hard to think that a statue could ever bleed, or for that matter feel pain, but how are one supposed to know if they are not one in the same. Cracks oozing with blood seep into the desert sand. The only indicator that they were ever there, despite their superiority they can not stay in that form for long.

I've been puting of how I envision their clothes to be or what they wear and ehh… they are very see-through. But then again I can't imagine the moon having any genitalia since they are a celestial body, their whole being is covered up by their mighty aura.

For referens 

Here's a short little doodle dump to show what would happen during the confrontation. : )

[realityescapee01]

Inviting

Steo | Stiles x Theo | Bed situations | House situations | Rooming together | sm ut 18 + yeah | lemony lemony lemon 🤭

Stiles doesn't make rush decisions. The one time he did, he ended up living with Theo fucking gorgeous Raeken under one roof.

In their house. Even the sheriff was surprised.

"No way!!! There's no way I'll be letting you out there doing evil mastermind things. You're living with me so I can keep an eye on your treacherous ass!" Was what brought Stiles to this situation.

So here they are, sharing a living room, bathroom, dining room, his bedroom, his bed.

And him, snuggling tightly with Theo at night as they sleep.

Stiles woke up and found himself hugging Theo. A shirtless Theo. The chimera charging it to his body being too warm, he can't sleep with a shirt on.

Stiles's arms were wrapped and resting comfortably around Theo. Head on Theo's bare chest and snuggly tucked between it and the chimera's neck and chin. Stiles took a deep breath ready to sit up, stand up, jump away, anything to get himself untangled from Theo. As he did, Theo's scent filled his nostrils.

Strangely, it's comforting. It smelled good. It made him lean his head back in the warm hug and continue sleeping.

'...No! Wake up! what the fuck!' Stiles scolded himself and untangled himself from Theo, rather harshly, and had woken Theo up with it too.

The chimera groaned a bit, sounding a little... inviting, and then he opens his eyes, only to see Stiles out of bed. Staring at him with mixed facial expressions. Confusion, anger, suspicion.

"Good morning, Stiles." Theo said in his morning voice.

A morning voice Stiles admits sounded very hot.

"W-What the hell Theo!!!" Stiles put his arms around himself, as if covering himself. He is not naked though.

"What?" Theo, still sleepy, sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know!" Stiles was stomping his foot.

"Stiles... I may know a lot of things, but I'm no mind reader, specially in the mornings."

"You hugged me! While I was sleeping! Maniac!"

Theo blinked a few times and scoffed "Correction, you are the one who hugged me."

"What??? Why would I do that?!? You're liar."

Theo sighed "Stiles, you should know by now that I don't lie to you."

Stiles was silent a while but still stood by his accusation.

"If you want..." Theo gets out of bed, stretching in front of Stiles, rather too closely. "...you could check your camera on your desk." Theo whispered to Stiles's ear, too close, that his lips brushed the earlobe.

Stiles had to step away and was blushing as he did. "How'd you know that?!?" He did install a secret camera to monitor Theo while he's at school.

Theo just chuckled "I know you well, Stiles."

Stiles narrowed his eyes and then stomped towards the camera to hook it up to his phone and watch. To finally see if he or Theo was right.

He reviewed the footage. And it goes:

They were lying in bed, asleep, back turned on each other, he was on the side near the wall and Theo near the window. Theo shifted to face Stiles's back. A few minutes more, Stiles turned and faced Theo too. Then he reached out, his arms laid on Theo's arm.

Then he inched closer to Theo. He snuggled to Theo. The chimera woke up and tried to wake Stiles up and take him off of him, much to his dismay actually, but he doesn't want Stiles to get angry the next morning.

Stiles groaned and kept snuggling to Theo, even tighter. So the chimera let him. And they slept like that. Hugging.

"Uhm..." Stiles stopped the playback.

Theo was just looking at him with a smirk.

"W-What?!?" Stiles was red all over.

"I think I deserve an apology."

"... Nah!" Stiles just shrugged him off and went downstairs for breakfast.

When he reached the kitchen, the sheriff was taking eggs off the fryer. He asked what happened, he heard Stiles's foot stomps and some arguing.

"Oh, nothing dad." Stiles sat on the counter.

"... You seemed to be sleeping well. Didn't awake from a nightmare for a long time." The sheriff noted. He was always listening and alert in case Stiles wakes up screaming. Since Theo moved in, he gets to sleep better, he doesn't worry about the nightmares anymore.

Stiles remembered the first night Theo moved in. He made Theo sleep on a mattress on the floor by the window. Then he awoke screaming from a nightmare. Theo hugged him immediately, just like how his dad does when this happens. The sheriff was out on shift that time. He has no one but Theo with him then. Theo continued holding him until he calmed down. Until he fell back to sleep. Then after that, Theo would sleep beside him from time to time, most likely because he smells panic and fear from Stiles while he sleeps. And then Stiles just started letting him sleep on the bed with him.

Thinking back, he really did sleep well. He knows he doesn't sleep straight to the morning. He always has nightmares or wakes up a few times throughout.

'Was it because of...' Stiles thought as he put the eggs between two bread toasts.

"Good morning." Theo said as he entered the kitchen. Still shirtless.

"Hey." The sheriff greeted him. He left the food on the counter and headed out for morning shift. "See you later, kids."

The sheriff shook his head as he stepped out of the house. He still just can't believe his son, Stiles, invited Theo to live with them. Stiles saying it is to keep an eye on Theo after everything. After Monroe, Theo proved to be beneficial to the pack, and of course, not to mention getting Stiles back from the Wild Hunt.

The kid was living in his truck. And Stiles doesn't want him, a "treacherous, villainy, evil manipulator" <-- Stiles's words -- out there, free and roaming about.

So Theo has been living with them for a month now. He stays back during school days though, because Stiles doesn't want his dad paying for the chimera to go to school. They have enough debt as it is.

"You stay in my room, got it? Don't go anywhere! I see you!" Stiles waving his phone hooked to the camera in his room.

"Fine." Theo said, taking the breakfast upstairs.

"I'm going to school now. Bye, Theo. Behave, huh?" Stiles teased.

Stiles drove to school only to send a chat to Theo after a few minutes.

-Hey, Theo, come get me here- with a direction just a few houses down.

-I can't, I have to stay here, remember?- Theo retorted.

-😤😡🤬 Theo! Just come get me. And don't you dare make me say please.- Stiles replied with various angry emojis.

Theo laughed at how cute it looked like. He tossed a shirt on and went to where Stiles is.

The jeep had broken down again. And they had to push it back to the house.

"Ugh! I'm late!"

"Here. Just take my truck." Theo offers him his keys.

Stiles stared at it a while.

"I'd drive you to school, but I had to stay in the house." Theo had a little grin on.

"Well... I'd love to be driven to school. You can come out of the house, for today." Stiles said, smiling widely.

Theo had to look down and smile too. He doesn't want Stiles to know he has that much power over him. Stiles only had to ask and he'd do literally anything, anything at all for him. He would make impossible possible for Stiles.

"Fine."

So Theo drove Stiles to school. Surprising Scott and Liam. But delighting Corey.

"Theo!" Corey ran towards the driver's side. "How are you doing?" He was so glad. After all, it's just him and Theo, the only chimeras, left in Beacon Hills. And Theo did train him and taught him well before.

"I'm fine, Cor." Theo reached out to mess Corey's hair.

"Hey, Theo... could you, maybe, pick me up after school too?" Stiles was enjoying it. He is keeping eye on Theo and gets to have conveniences like this. Might as well get a little getting back at the chimera for everything.

"You're enjoying this too much, Stiles." Theo was smiling. "Sure. I'll pick you up later."

Stiles went into class with this goofy ass smile on. He doesn't know why but he just does. His morning was a very good morning.

Throughout the day, Stiles would check his phone to see what Theo is up to. The chimera was laying on his bed, reading some of his comics.

"Hey, I didn't let him read those!" Stiles was still watching. He made a mental note to tell Theo to get his hands off of his stuff.

Then he saw Theo got up and out of his room.

"Now, where the fuck is he going?" Stiles said it a little too loudly. He kept watching intensely as his class went on, waiting for Theo to come back to view.

"Bilinski! Stop watching porn for a few minutes will ya?" Coach Finstock shouted at him.

"It's not porn, coach." Stiles looked up and readied to tuck his phone away. He looked at it again and saw Theo was back in his room, in just a towel around his waist. Still a little damp from showering.

And good heavens, Theo is sexy, nicely jacked and ripped. Stiles gulped and thought maybe it is porn he's watching as Theo let the towel around his waist fall down. By then, Stiles locked his phone and tucked it away in his pocket. His cheeks blushing. But what made him blush even more is that he wanted to stay and watch it.

'That damn Theo! He knows I have surveillance on him... he did that intentionally!' Stiles was biting his nails.

During lunchtime, Stiles checked back on Theo. Scott was beside him.

"Hey, dude, I think it's a bit much. It's been months and Theo's nothing but good to us. Maybe give him a rest now."

"Scott... when you sleep, do you sleep without a shirt on?"

"Wh-What? Well, yeah. Being supernatural somehow made my body warmer than normal."

Theo's excuse checked out. Scott figuring it out, started grinning.

"Theo sleeps shirtless, huh? In your bed?"

"Well... nevermind!" Stiles finally stopped watching on his phone and started eating his lunch.

He swore he wouldn't watch Theo again today in school but he did. Last period, he checked on Theo... who was on his bed, in boxers only. Only. The chimera was lying on his stomach across the bed, giving Stiles a side view of his boxer clad body.

'Woah...wait, what the-' Stiles chatted Theo.

-Hey, you're picking me up later.-

-Yeah, I didn't forget.-

-That's in 30 minutes. Get up!-

-Oh, you're watching right now, huh? Do you like the view?- Theo looked at the camera and winked.

Stiles turned the feed off and blushed really hard.

-Just don't be late!-

Stiles let out a sigh. Theo's been living with him for a month now. And he should've gotten used to a hot guy around him.

'H-Hot guy? Stiles what are we thinking???' Stiles talked to himself. Not really listening to the class going on.

'Well... Not gonna lie, Theo is hot. And smells good too.' Stiles remembered so many moments.

The first time Theo moved in. He would randomly smell something good. He thought his dad bought a new house spray or cologne or something. It would always smell good wherever Theo is. And that's how he figured out. Even more so became sure when he's seated next to Theo.

And how he dresses at home. Mostly short shorts or sweatpants. And shirtless. All the time. Giving a very generous view of his body. That chest that Stiles likes so much. With nipples that Stiles wanted to flick and lick and suck sometimes. The abs, the obliques, the biceps, the thighs, name it. Theo's got it.

Stiles was taken out of his thoughts when Liam tapped his shoulders. "Hey, Theo's in the parking lot."

"Oh! Thanks, Liam."

Liam walked with Stiles to the parking lot. Stiles looked at Theo, standing by the driver's side. Looking good in jeans and leather jacket.

"Isn't it unfair, Liam?" Stiles said to their baby wolf.

"What is?"

"Some guys. They're goodlooking, have nice bodies, and have good hygiene. And is smart and cunning."

"Wh-What?" Liam was confused. It was completely out of field.

"Nevermind." Stiles tapped Liam and faced him away from Theo's direction. "See you tomorrow, Liam!" Stiles passive aggressively saying: get the fuck home and forget what I said.

Stiles hopped in and smelled Theo's cologne again. The scent became so familiar to him by now. They drove home and Theo immediately took his shirt off and went straight to working out.

Stiles was so horny. He wanted to jackoff but he couldn't. He knows Theo would know. And he won't live that down. It made him so frustrated.

It stayed that way for 2 weeks. Until...

"Stiles? Stiles!"

Stiles jolts awake. He immediately assessed his bed situation. As usual, he was snuggled to Theo. But, he just had a... spicy, very hot, wet dream about Theo. He was horny. It's been long since he let it all out. Stiles mentally cursed because he could feel how hard he is, and for sure Theo knows of it.

Aside from the supernatural smelling chemo signal...

...the said hard on was pressing against Theo's thigh.

"Uhm.. T-Theo..." Stiles tried to free himself from Theo but the chimera held him in place.

"Stiles..." Theo stared at him, with half lidded eyes, which is definitely not from being sleepy.

Theo licked his lips and leaned closer, whispering to Stiles "Stiles, you're horny... and I'm in heat. We could help each other out."

Stiles gulped and blushed deep red. "Y-You're in heat???"

Theo just nodded. And Stiles saw Theo's raging hard on.

"Yup! You are." was all Stiles could say while staring at Theo's tented grey sweatpants. "W-Woah!" Theo started kissing him.

Making his way from his ear to his cheeks to the corner of his mouth and finally his lips. The kiss was so searing, all Stiles could do was get swept into it and moan. Non-stop. He felt his cock bob from hitting Theo's own erection.

"Mm-fuck!" Stiles said as Theo turned them over. Climbing on top of him.

"Stiles, I can't hold back. It's been 2 days of heat." Theo said, taking his clothes off and whipping his hard cock out.

He then undressed Stiles, practically ripping his clothes off. He then started raising Stiles's legs and positioning his cock right at Stiles's hole.

"W-Wait wait! Theo, stop! I just... I'm not... I don't wanna go all the way. Sorry." Stiles said with teary eyes. He wants to have sex with Theo but not ready for a penetrative one yet.

Theo hissed in a deep breath and let out a low growl. Stiles expected him to be angry but Theo didn't get angry. "Alright. It's okay."

"I'm really sorry, I just... h-how are we gonna?"

"... frotting is one." Theo said, lining up their cocks, rubbing, and stroking them together in one hand.

"Ohmygod! Hmn!" Stiles got even harder. Brushing against Theo's. It felt good. He stared at them, his own cock pressed up against Theo's thicker one.

With just a few more strokes of Theo, Stiles started cumming, letting out strings of moans with it. Digging his nails on Theo's back. Theo moaning with him and glowing his gold eyes at him. Cumming right after with Stiles.

Theo slowed down his strokes until they had calmed down. Theo still isn't done. He is still hard. The heat wanted more. He is still ready to go. He just hoped Stiles was too as he reached for Stiles' softened cock.

"H-Hey, Theo!" Stiles bit his lips when he felt Theo started pumping him again. "Ohmygod!"

Theo let out a moan of satisfaction when he felt Stiles started to get hard again.

"Just once is not gonna satisfy me, Stiles." Theo whispered to Stiles and tugged at his cock harder.

"Can't back out now, huh?" Stiles said breathlessly.

"No, no, no. You've been watching me for weeks. Don't tell me you didn't appreciate the displays I dish out."

"Well... I did." Stiles confessed.

"That makes me happy, Stiles. One step closer then."

"Closer to what?"

"Making you fall in love with me."

Stiles wanted to laugh but the hand he's getting is pushing him over the edge of another cumming.

Stiles was only able to grab at Theo's wrist before shooting another load. Stiles looked at himself. He's cummed twice now.

Theo grabbed his hands and wrapped it around his still very much hard cock. Encouraging Stiles to stroke him. And Stiles did.

Theo was positioned over him, hands on either side of Stiles' head, his legs trapping Stiles' legs between them.

Stiles looked down to see Theo's cock. It's oozing precum at the moment. Looking very hot. Stiles licked his lips and gulped. Suddenly he felt very confident. That he's able to make Theo this hard. And moaning like this.

"Hnn, Stiles." Theo leaned down to kiss and lick his cheek.

Stiles got encouraged and really wanted to make Theo react more. He used two of his hands now to stroke Theo. Making twisting motions as they go up and down the shaft.

Theo was breathing down his ear now. "So good, Stiles. So good." Theo was moving his hips now in time with Stiles' strokes.

Stiles got braver and he felt better when Theo praised him.

'Do I have a praise kink now???' Stiles asked himself as he continued what he's doing.

"Keep going. I'm close." Theo told him.

Stiles saw him grip the bedsheet. Stiles hummed.

He suddenly had this strong urge to make Theo cum. Stiles licked his lips and concentrated on his strokes.

"Theo... I wanna make you cum. Please, cum, Theo." Stiles requested.

Theo growled and cursed. "Fuck!" It was too much for the chimera.

He liked Stiles for a long long time. And now he has him like this. And asking him to cum. So nicely too.

"Stiles!" Theo looked at him in the eyes and then he let out a soft growl, Theo's eyes glowed gold at him.

"Holy shit!" Stiles loved that. He also noticed Theo's claws are out.

"Since you ask nicely...Hnn!" Theo guided Stiles hands as he stroked.

A few guided strokes and Theo did Stiles' request. He shot his load on Stiles' belly. Theo was still hovering over Stiles, staring at his eyes ever so tenderly. Making Stiles blush even more.

"W-What?" Stiles looked away.

"Shhh." Theo cooed and laid on top of Stiles. "I like you so much, Stiles. I've been telling you."

"Y-Yeah." Stiles tried to squirm but Theo is firmly on top of him.

"I guess we should wash up." Theo stood from Stiles and pulled him along into the shower.

They need it after all the creaming that happened. Stiles questioned the showering together but he was being bathed by Theo already.

It was a regular shower until it wasn't.

Theo just shoved him back against the wall and is stroking him again.

"No penetration, right?" Theo asked.

"Yeah. I don't think I'm ready yet for th-aaahh-that." Stiles felt his knees buckle when he saw Theo drop down to his knees.

"Theo! What the f-aahhhh-ck!" Stiles head tipped back against the tiled wall with a soft thud as he felt Theo take him into his mouth.

Stiles had blowjobs before but not like this. Theo is something else. The licks and the sucks are so much better.

Stiles placed his hand on Theo's head, combing his fingers through the long locks. He stared at those long locks for weeks. Thinking how soft they looked. And he confirmed it now, Theo's hair felt soft against his hand.

Stiles is very tactile. He enjoyed Theo's hair and his other hand on Theo's shoulder; gripping, squeezing and sliding his palm over the smooth skin.

Stiles is having a sensory overload and is barely standing up. "Theo, I'm -I can't!" Stiles said as he cummed in Theo's mouth.

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Stiles and Theo have been fooling around ever since that day.

The things they do progressed from frotting to blowjobs to the classic 69 position. But nothing penetrative yet. Theo asked a couple of times but Stiles just isn't ready. Which Theo respected. Settling for a few rounds of hand and blowjobs.

They also go out to eat together. Watch movies together. Is it a date? Who knows. All Stiles care about is he's having fun and feeling happy. With Theo. He is starting to like Theo back.

"For real?!?" Scott clapped his shoulders.

"For real real." Stiles winced a bit.

"You're dating? Theo's your boyfriend? Does your dad know?"

"Yes, yes, and not yet."

"Dude! I just never thought." Scott was grinning.

"Yeah. So, I have a question."

"Okay."

"Scott...is it true that you supernaturals don't catch STDs?" Stiles asked as innocently as he can.

"Yeah. Best part. You don't need the rubber. Bare always feels so much better." Scott answered.

"Does that... apply to chimeras too?"

Scott's eyes widened and his mouth fell into that 'Oh' expression. Scott has this silly smile on his face now.

"Just answer, okay?" Stiles was blushing, scratching the nape of his neck and looking down.

"Well, yeah. It does."

"Okay. Cool." Stiles nodded.

"Stiles... are you-" Scott was feeling naughty.

"Nope! Don't ask who's top or bottom!" Stiles read what Scott was gonna ask.

"I kinda have an idea anyway. There's no way you're topping Theo."

Stiles gasped, offended. Stiles was about to spout a comeback.

"Oops, you gotta go, Stiles." Scott turned him around to face the parking lot where Theo just pulled up.

Theo rolled the window down and nodded at Scott who nodded back.

Scott wasn't worried. He saw the way Theo looks at Stiles. He knows that look. Someone head over heels. He knows Stiles won't have any issues about intent and loyalty from Theo.

Stiles hopped into Theo's truck.

"How's your day?" Theo asked.

"Good. I told Scott."

"And I take it it was good based on his nod to me."

"It was."

Theo smiled as he looked back on the road to drive them home. When they reached the house, the sheriff just left for his shift. Stiles bid him goodbye and a take care and eat healthy before jogging back in the house following Theo.

Theo went straight to the fridge for cold water, it was hot that day. Stiles stopped on his tracks. He looked at Theo, no, watched Theo; drink water.

It's nothing special. Everybody drinks. It's just that it looks like Theo is thirst trapping him. Because Theo let a trickle of water escape from the corner of his lips and let it slide down his chin and neck. Theo stopped drinking and wiped it off by raising the hem of his shirt up to it, exposing his torso -which he knows Stiles loves so much, based on their previous 'fooling around', Stiles always stared at his body and roams his hand on his chest, sides, abs and waist.

"Theo, really, thirst trapping me?"

"Is it working?" Theo let the shirt slide back down slowly.

Stiles looked at the fabric grazing Theo's body. "Yeah."

Theo chuckled and grabbed Stiles, setting him up on the counter.

"Hey, dad just left!"

"Perfect time, isn't it?" -Theo already has his hands on Stiles' back, by the pants waistband, breaching in to cup his butt cheeks.

"Hmn-Theo..." -Stiles felt how warm Theo's touch is. It's seething and setting him aflame. "Fuck it!"

Stiles grabbed Theo by his shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss. A long and hard kiss.

He pulled away just to catch a breath. Theo stared at him, panting, and eyes glowing gold. This is the first time Stiles initiated a kiss.

Stiles saw Theo's glowing eyes. He loves those. Then he went in for another kiss. Both boys having tented jeans by now. Stiles has a little wet spot on his.

Theo, catching the scent of that arousal from Stiles, let out a low growl and took Stiles off the counter and on to his hips. Stiles knows this too well, Theo had picked him up like this quite often now.

"Up." -Stiles muttered.

"What?" -Theo asked, he was too busy sucking on Stiles' neck and too absorbed in the scent of Stiles' arousal.

"Upstairs. Bed." -Stiles blurted out through his hazy mind of horniness right now.

"Okay."

Theo carried him upstairs with ease. But not without making little pitstops along the way. Half the plight of stairs, Theo pushed Stiles against the wall for a kiss and a little humping and grinding. Carried on up into the room. Then set Stiles against the door, doing the same thing. And then dropping him on the bed. Stiles squirmed because he can feel he oozed out a lot in his pants by now.

Stiles started kicking his pants off and tossing his shirts away. He can't take it anymore. He needs Theo. Now. Inside.

"Theo... you can." -Stiles said, gasping.

"... I can?" -Theo was half way out of his clothes by then.

"Inside... you can come inside me."

Theo took a few seconds to process and when it hit, he almost ripped his clothes off as fast as he could.

"Are you sure?" -Theo was stroking himself a little as he walked towards Stiles on the bed.

"Y-Yeah. I'm ready." -Stiles blushed, laying flat on his back. He isn't really sure how to position himself for the taking. And his erection dribbling precum onto his belly ain't helping.

Theo's eyes glowed again as he grabbed Stiles' ankles and slowly raised them up. His hand sliding under Stiles' knees, propping him into position. He looked at Stiles' entrance, licked his lips in anticipation.

"Stiles, I need you to help me prep you."

"O-Okay, how?"

Theo didn't answer and just proceeded to jack Stiles off.

It didn't take much because Stiles was so horny. Just a few tight strokes and Stiles came. A lot. Stiles was covering his red face, he felt so embarrassed.

"Thanks, Stiles." -Theo looked at Stiles' still leaking cock and the white pool it made in Stiles' belly. Theo coated his 2 fingers with it.

"W-What are you doing, Theo?" -Stiles looked at what Theo was doing.

He felt Theo touch his hole with his slicked up fingers. Stiles gulped, understanding what Theo's doing.

"Stiles, look at me."

Stiles did. And then Theo pushed a finger in, slowly. Stiles felt pain. But he knew it would've been more painful without the 'lube'.

"Try to relax, Stiles." -Theo began moving his one fingers in and out.

Stiles wasn't. He couldn't. He was too nervous. Theo leaned down to kiss him. In an attempt to relax him. Theo also placed Stiles' hands on his torso. He knows Stiles loves his chest and abs. It took a few tongue flicking and moaning from Theo before Stiles relaxed into it. He started kissing back and enjoying touching Theo's body.

He didn't even feel the second finger enter him.

"I think we're good." -Theo took his fingers out.

Theo pressed his erection on Stiles' entrance.

"Wait wait wait!" -Stiles was having doubts. Theo's actual 'thing' is bigger than two fingers.

"Stiles..." -Theo stared at him, glowed his eyes and kept it glowing to hold Stiles' eyes.

And then he pushed in. Stiles gasped and grabbed onto Theo.

"Shit fuck!" -Stiles was having doubts now, even though Theo stretched him, it is still painful. He was thinking how can people enjoy this? It's painful. "Theo, I can't -"

"You can. You'd get used to it. Because I'm gonna be in you often. Damn, you feel so good, Stiles!" -Theo said, pushing in, until he's hilt deep.

"This doesn't feel good at a-oh!"

Stiles felt Theo thrust and hit something. Something that felt good.

"What were you saying, Stiles?" -Theo asked confidently, thrusting in and out again, hitting it over again.

Stiles can't do anything but moan. It all felt good now. Theo grabbed Stiles by his forearms and pulling Stiles closer into a better position.

Theo continued thrusting in and out Stiles, glad that he's giving so much pleasure to Stiles right now. He then switched their positions. He rolled Stiles over onto his belly. He stood at the end of the bed, he pulled Stiles lower body over the bed edge. Stiles has his knees on the floor. Theo slapped his butt.

"Butt up, baby." -Theo ordered.

Stiles groaned and lifted his hips up and felt Theo slap his cock on his butt before entering him again.

Stiles let out a moan. Theo was right, he should get used to it and he will. Because right now, he can't get enough of Theo in him.

Stiles started bucking back to Theo, meeting his thrusts halfway. Theo groaned and let Stiles do this thing. He stopped moving and let Stiles do the humping on his cock.

Theo reached around to pump Stiles' now hard again dick. That stilled Stiles from moving back, but humping forward towards Theo's hand stroking him. Theo began thrusting again as he pumped Stiles.

Stiles couldn't decide which way to move, back to Theo's dick or forward to Theo's hand. All he could do was feel everything. Feel every pulse of pleasure washing over him. Stiles came and shot his load in the mattress. The intensity of the orgasm made Stiles unable to hold the position.

Theo held him steady by the waist. Theo felt the contraction from Stiles and that pulled out moans and curses from him. Making his fangs and claws come out. He had been wanting to claim Stiles like this. For a long time. And now he has. So he wanted to hold out as much as he can. A low growl escaped him and gripped Stiles' hips tighter, his claws digging in Stiles' skin.

"Fuck!" -Stiles hissed from the claw pricks but he liked it.

The mix of pleasure and pain turned Stiles into a mush.

"Theo... love you..." -Stiles muttered in between moans and gasps.

"Stiles?" -Theo had to stop thrusting.

"I said... I Iove you! Fuck!" -Stiles got a little angry at Theo stopping fucking him.

Theo smiled and gave Stiles a few more thrusts in and out before changing positions again.

Theo slipped out and climbed over Stiles, made Stiles look back at him for a kiss; kissing him hard, almost nipping at his lips. Theo then pulled Stiles towards the middle of the bed. He then slid over to the side, laying on his back, he took Stiles with him, making Stiles lay on his back, on top of him.

"T-Theo?"

"I love you too, Stiles... I'm gonna claim and mark you now."

"W-Wha-ah!" -Stiles felt Theo enter him again, and thrusted, making him jerk up and down from how strong Theo thrusted. "Theo!!!"

Theo thrusted a few times, all the while moaning and gasping on Stiles' ear. He stopped thrusting and Stiles felt him shake beneath him.

"Hn-coming, Stiles!" -Theo thrusted in last time and kept pushing in. His body convulsed as he released inside of Stiles.

"Stiles... forgive me but... this is gonna be a little painful..." -Theo warned.

Theo then bit down on Stiles' neck. And his knot in Stiles began to swell. Stiles cursed and groaned through it. Theo hummed through the bite, hugging Stiles tight, keeping him from moving too much. It would hurt less if Stiles stayed still as much as possible.

Stiles is not unfamiliar with the claiming process, having asked Scott a lot of times about werewolf stuffs for research purposes. Scott described this process.

While the werewolf cums inside, he will knot, and bite. Everything as a mark. Cum, fangs, and saliva in him all at once. He would be seen and sensed and scented as the werewolf, making it easier for others to know which werewolf he is mated forever with.

Forever.

Stiles smiled at that. He won't be alone anymore. He has Scott and his other friends, but he never really had someone. Like this.

"Theo..." -Stiles placed his hand over Theo's hands around him and waited for the claiming and marking to be over.

When the knot eased down, Theo released his bite and licked the wound immediately as he rubbed Stiles' body, kinda like an apology.

Stiles understood and let Theo pamper him.

"You're enjoy this huh?" -Theo let out a playful snarl.

"Yeah, pamper me. After fucking me hard like that." -Stiles was being stubborn.

"Hard? That wasn't my definition of hard fucking yet, Stiles." -Theo confidently said.

"W-What???"

"You'll see... in the coming days."

Stiles could hear the grin in that. And he is nervous and excited at the same time to get know Theo's definition of hard fcking.

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Alex’s plight another skully fic

it had been a couple months since this had started, the coughing fits, the headaches. the tall faceless thing that stood around stalking him.

He tried confronting it in the past, then running from it, then he didn’t know what to do, it felt like everyone was plotting against him.

Alex was about to answer his door when he saw through the spy hole a figure in a skull faced mask

“get off my door stop or i’m calling the police”

“You can’t run from this forever” the voice barraged his brain.

“You’re trespassing, I could easily shoot you.”

“that wouldn’t do you very good” the voice was now behind him

Alex jumped and turned around, there it was, that skull faced figure.

“I have information for you about the being, the operator.”

“The Operator? that thing has a name?? and why the fuck is it following me that thing has been ruining my life!”

“You are infected. You have a virus that will infect others.”

“You mean i’m contagious?!”

“You have been for a while now.”

Alex’s heart started racing his mind spiralling how could he keep this under control, how could he be with Amy when all of this was over, he couldn’t infect her too.

“How can I be cured?”

“Death is the only solution”

Death. Alex’s mind spiralled more. if he’d spread his infection to the other cast members, then he’d have to be the anti body….he couldn’t believe he was thinking this but…he remembered Tim had this sickness too back in brian’s house, had he spread it to him?….would he have to kill Tim?

“I see now. I’m going to have to kill all the other infected. I’ll start with Tim.”

the skull man’s expression changed, he looked worried.

“I said death was the solution. But I didn’t mean killing, I can collect the infected at the end of their natural life span and-“

Alex had already made up his mind and was going off to find Tim.

weeks passed, Alex had as far as he knew killed Tim, and Brian.

Who was next?. Sarah.

he took her to the hospital basement for ‘re-shoots’ of brian’s school scene, in the day time, then while sarah’s back was turned in the basement, he picked up a rock and bashed her skull in in a fit of rage, Alex was overcome with it, he bashed her head in until her eyes bled and she died…then he left.

he realised he was filming the whole time so when Alex came back home he rewound his tape, over the footage, he also hadn’t washed sarah’s blood off of his head, so he quickly ran to the bathroom and washed his head.

who was next. Seth.he lied to Seth and said everyone had disappeared and he needed his help.

he brought Seth to that same basement and tackled him stabbing him with a piece of glass, cutting his neck and watching him bleed out, Alex left.

when Alex came back home he fell to sleep, and his dream the skull faced man in a dark place walked up to him.

he took off the skull faced mask and Alex saw Sarah and Seth’s faces

“why, why did you kill is Alex” Sarah’s face asked crying

“We were your friends Alex, why did you kill us?” seth’s face asked

both faces asked why why why louder and the loudest being a screaming WHY?!

Alex woke up in a cold sweat crying

“i’m sorry…i’m so sorry Sarah…Seth…I had to, I had to to protect Amy.” Alex justified to himself

after sacrificing Jay Alex went off to be with Amy, 3 relatively normal years passed of living with Jessica and Amy, until Alex saw on youtube, a channel called marble hornets. It was Jay! he had somehow survived and he was friggin uploading again.

He couldn’t let Amy get infected, he couldn’t let this walking virus continue AGAIN.

he raced to his car, quickly telling Amy a lie

“Visiting family in my hometown for the week, i’ll be back soon babe”

he drove all the way to collage town, then realised, if Jay was still alive then so was Tim and possibly Brian. fuck.

He continued to watch the youtube channel and saw these totheark responses not from Jay, by process of elimination it was probably Brian, as Tim seemed normal in the interview. He’d kill Brian first that thorn in his side.

He went to Brian’s house, with a gun this time, and broke in, he found a person in a hoodie and frowning mask, tackled him and unmasked him, yep, that was Brian, Brian wrestled him off but Alex shot the bullet casing. Alex didn’t hear anything after that so assumed he’d killed Brian, about time to be honest.

Alex quickly left. Jay would be next.

A couple weeks passed and Alex continued watching the youtube channel, Jay had conveniently posted his apartment in entry 24 and Alex recognised it, he brought some matches with him and lit the apartment ablaze then he drove home.

The Skull faced one had appeared at his house outside his door but he ignored it, only managing to hear one line from him.

“she will die.” Alex tuned it out and ignored, just another lie he thought.

Alex felt better already, Brian was gone and Jay, sure he hadn’t killed Tim but considering how normal he was in entry 15 Alex didn’t care, he clearly wasn’t infected anymore, Alex relaxed knowing he could live his life with Amy problem free-

until Amy walked in with a camera.

his heart dropped, like walking in with a pipe bomb about to explode, he tried warning her to turn off the camera, he knew the camera brought the operator about, just like 3 years ago, and before he knew it. like clockwork it appeared.

He watched his girlfriend fall down the stairs and quickly urged her out the window to the second story of the house, Alex held back tears knowing Amy was infected.

“God forgive me Amy.” he said before pushing her off of the ledge of the house. he legs broke and he heard her scream out in pain, she was alive but she wouldn’t be for long. Alex pulled his gun out, and climbed down.

“Alex…help me please” she muttered gurgling blood.

like putting down old yeller he pulled his gun out and sobbed

“Amy, this is all Jays fault i’m so sorry. I tried so hard to protect you, but I have to do this.”

he shot her in the head multiple times, then ran as the operator appeared taking the body.

Alex struggled to sleep that night rolling around in bed, when he dreamed again Amy’s face appeared on the skull masked one.

“Why did you kill me Alex?….I loved you don’t you love me.” Amy sobbed beginning him for a response

“Alex you broke my heart. I’ll never forgive you.”

Alex woke up in a cold sweat

“IM SO SORRY AMY” Alex screamed crying into his pillow. he passed out again before coming to.

He checked twitter and Jay was still alive! and posting. fuck it he liked that totheark so much, maybe Alex should pose as him, Alex compiled some footage and edited it to glitch out like totheark videos, then he edited the footage of Amy, cutting it off before they jumped out the window, he put it all on tape, and mailed it to Jay, and waited.

years passed after that, and many things happened, Alex killed Jay in benedict hall but he still had nightmares, nightmares of Jays ghost begging for forgiveness.

“why did you kill me Alex, I only wanted to help, I wanted to find jessica, WHY????”

then something even more horrifying Alex saw his own face screaming. was Alex going to die?

months passed and Alex was fighting Tim, Tim slit his neck, this was what his dream meant….all those years, he was going to die.

Before his vision faded to black he saw Amy, her hand touching his and pulling him up

Amy smiled “now we can finally be together, I love you Alex��

Alex cried and smiled “I love you too.”

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Human Tito x Human Ozzie pt. 7

(Not for kids! Alright?! This involves sexual abuse and attempt of suicide)

"Don't worry! You're perfectly fine now, but are you sure that you sure about going out again?" Nurse Mitzy had asked Ozzie, worried ever since he was raped a few days ago. Ozzie had looked at Nurse Mitzy with a little confidence, "O-Ozzie have...confidence! I feel happy!" Nurse Mitzy had looked at Ozzie with a lot more strong feeling of doubt, "Alright, we'll let you go now. Dr. Fine told me to ask you if you know who did it." Ozzie shaked his head, no. A few minutes later, Dr. Fine was in the security office. She was looking at the footage of the day Ozzie got raped by those 5 men. The noises, screaming, crying, sobbing, begging to be let go, calling for help. "Nobody should see this! If the station saw this, it would mean that my job is on the line! I need money just to talk to people, not worry about them! It would make this place horrible! But, Elíaz, he was furious..." She had the flashback when he tried to tackle her, begging to know who the monsters and evil people who did it. "No! He can't know, nobody should know!" She played the video again and deleted the footage. "I'm here for money, not mercy." A few hours later, it was nighttime. Patients had turned off their lights, orderlies had walked the hallways, doors had been closed. Tito started to have a really bad nightmare about his past. It was him as a child, on a bed. He saw his father and he started screaming, "¡Hijo de puta madre! ¡Cállate! Stop moving! I can't put it in if you keep moving around!" Himself as a child started screaming and panicking, "¡Esperaté! Papá, stop! I-I'm sorry, just let me go!" He started moving around trying to get off, until his father smacked him, "You worthless ass niño! The only thing you'll grow up to be is a porn star, slutty ass man than a musician! You wanna play musíca, but won't let your own father play with you?! Stop moving around and let me put it in!" He screamed, until he woke up from that nightmare. "¡Papá!" He woke up shaking, scared, frightened. He looked at his arms, seeing all the scars and cuts he's done to himself. He got up, took rhe hidden knife he had, and cut himself. "I-Is it worth f-fucking living anymore?! Everywhere I go, stuff gets worser and worser! I can't take this pain anymore! I'll just...kill myself." He remembered that there was a gun on one of the shelves. They had forgot to take it out of his room when he first arrived. Apparently, he wasn't that wanted to pull the trigger in this specific room. Someone had used this gun secretly a long time ago, and that person shot themselves. He grabbed the gun, and put it on his head. "I-I should've used this gun a long time ago..." Just as he was about the pull the trigger, somebody special walked in, "H-Hi, T-Tito!" Ozzie came in until he realized specifically what he was gonna use with that gun. Ozzie quickly took the gun before Tito could have a chance to see Ozzie before he pulled it. Tito gasped and hugged Ozzie, he was crying so much. "Y-You weren't meant to see me do this! Just go back to your room before the orderlies see this!" He stopped hugging Ozzie,

"Amor, give me the fucking gun..." Ozzie knew what to say, "N-No! Ozzie...saw daddy do t-the...same!" Tito started to tear up more, "Give me the fucking gun! I can't take it anymore!" Ozzie started to panic, shaking his head trying to tell him no, "M-My d-daddy...did same! D-Don't go...away from O-Ozzie!" Ozzie started to cry too. Tito realized that Ozzie was the most important part of his life. Seeing Ozzie's expression if he didn't take the gun away, what would he have reacted? Tito hugged Ozzie a lot more stronger, "W-What would you have reacted i-if I pulled the trigger? T-Thank you!" Ozzie hugged back and cried harder, "M-Me....saw horrible...t-things! Don't...g-go away!" Tito cried even more harder and kissed Ozzie, "I-If I had never met such a wonderful, kind, amazing, cute, and an inspirational person like you, nobody would've ever stopped me from doing that!" Tito put his hand on Ozzie's cheek, wiping Ozzie's tears. "My father had done very horrible things to me, I know how you're feeling. Me meeting you made me feel like there's more in life that can change your down mood. I-I'm so sorry that you had to witness me trying to end my own life! I didn't know that your father had did the same to himself when you were a child! You witnessing that made you worry about witnessing it again from somebody you loved." Ozzie wiped Tito's tears, "We gonna..b-be okay?" Tito sniffled and smiled, "Yes, amor. We're gonna be okay. I'm gonna be okay, you're gonna be okay, and I'll make sure you're always okay." A few moments later, an orderlie walked in, "What the hell is going on?! How is the door opened? Why are y'all both in the same room? Should I call security? Do you need help?" Tito nodded, "I need your help trying to get rid of this gun, I don't need that and I never will..."

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Better This Way is already one of my favs I'm so excited for the next chapters. I really love the dynamics of this duo and the way you added all the other characters can wait to read more of it!!! no pressure of course, take as much time as you need okay? take care 🥹🥹

Jessica!

Live footage of me reading this ask when I woke up this morning 😍

I honestly started this fic as a one shot, but it was nearing 10k and not finished, so I knew it needed to be split up.

You’ll be happy to hear that the next part is 3/4 written! I’m aiming for Saturday, we shall see 🤞

I’m in love with them so much, my stubborn little idiots 🥹

So glad they are appreciated by others, too 💙