#I knew that was more signal to go ham

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𝐗𝐋. Bough Keeper's domain over Ley Lines: telepathic communication.

Following the same principle as explained in the previous headcanon where I touched onto Dain's sensitivity to Ley Lines and sentience of its energies, as well as his intimate connection to Irminsul, he's capable of performing telepathic communication with the person of choice wherever they are, as Ley Lines cover every inch of Teyvat on a bigger or lesser degree. Places where are the most irrigated with them will allow him to establish a clearer communication, whereas if the opposite were to happen or if a Ley Line disorder were to take place in the location where the person of choice currently is, it will not be as clear.

In order for this to happen, there must also be a connection between him and the person of choice. This connection could be mere acquaintance with one another, but it must've been extended enough for Dain to have a perception of their soul in order for him to reach out to them. Moreover, if said person has on them one of Dain's possessions (the simplest in the form of an inteyvat of lyratum flower, more complex forms may be possibly such as customized gifts as a symbol of trust at least), that becomes another factor of making the communication via telepathy easier to manifest, as well as to be clear.

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Nine-ing Armor

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sum: Rebecca meets her ‘Shite in Nine-ing Armor’

WARNING: Rupert doesn’t own West Ham, WestHamplayer!r, confessions, r is kinda like Jamie, gay panic, injuries, blood

Rebecca didn’t see this coming, at all.

She sat in her office, barely getting work done due to a certain West Ham player in her mind. Ever since the clubs have agreed to have a women’s league, Rebecca was beyond ecstatic. Now, she just wanted it to go away, she wanted you to go away. Not because she didn’t like you, no, it was the complete opposite.

The way your legs were so perfectly muscular, your arms looked like you could sweep her of her feet even though you were shorter than her. She would’ve loved if your skilled hands just made their way down to her-

“Rebecca!” Keeley screeched, barging into the office with a big scowl, Rebecca jumped, snapping out of her thoughts, “Yes?”

“What the hell is this?!” The woman growled, stomping over to the other blonde desk in fury. Rebecca raised her brow, a signal for the woman to explain, Keeley let out another growl, placing her phone on Rebecca’s fancy glass desk.

It was a text.

Y/n 😉 Hey Keeley! I was wondering if you could tell Rebecca that ‘y/n’s sorry if she’s upset you in anyway’? I want her to know that I meant it but, she doesn’t have to reciprocate it. Thanks! Have a good day :) It was you. After a few weeks of going out, getting to know each other more, you finally caved. You told Rebecca your true feelings during brunch. You really thought she would feel the same after everything but, you thought wrong. Next thing you knew, she was sprinting out the door of the food establishment, leaving you enough to cover the bill. At least she had the decency to do that. She left you, in the middle of brunch, alone, looking ridiculous in the sundress you specifically wore to impress the older woman. You felt horrible. You should’ve just left it alone, how could a woman as fabulous and stunning as Rebecca Welton even consider wanting you? What could you offer her that she didn’t already have?

Rebecca’s face dropped. This could not be happening. She already made a complete fool of herself the first time she met you. Blabbering about anything just to get you to look at her. It wasn’t her fault, there was something about you that made her lose her confidence and melt like a puddle of ice.

Now, she’s made a fool of you. All because she can’t talk properly around you. After you’d confessed her feelings, Rebecca began panicking. She wasn’t ready, at least that’s what she told herself.

She couldn’t talk to you without breaking down, your presence was enough to make her want to tell you her darkest secrets.

Keeley frowned, rounding her best friend’s desk, she would knock some sense into the woman just like she had many times before. “Look, it’s clear you are madly in love with her, why can’t you just say that?” Keeley said, her hands placed on Rebecca’s shoulders. The older blonde shrugged, “Because I’ll hurt her Keeley, I know I will. It’s better that I do it now.” The club owner pushed away opening her laptop once more and typing, Keeley knew better than to meddle in this little affair but, she read the message out loud, hoping Rebecca would listen.

“You and her are worth the chance, you’ll never know if to don’t even try it with her. Screw the press, you said it yourself.” Without another word the younger woman left. Leaving a conflicted Rebecca alone in her self pity. She wondered if this is how you felt. Alone and betrayed.

It was hours until the game between West Ham and Richmond. Yet, Rebecca could feel her heart lurching. Even if the game hadn’t started yet, she knew that the West Ham women’s team was in the building. It made her overthinking every turn and step she took as she walked around. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was looking for, just mindlessly wandering. Maybe she even hoped to see you.

That was when she had stopped in front of the guest lockeroom that she had realized, she was drawn to you. Peeking through the window, she heard footsteps behind her. “Hello, Rebecca Welton is it? We met at the Club Conference a few weeks ago” A voice said, the blonde woman turned around to see the owner of West Ham, the better, new one. Rebecca smiled, “Ah, Diana! What a pleasure, I hope your team have brought their A game.”

The two engaged polite conversation, Rebecca found Diana way more pleasant than some of the owners. It was nice not being the only woman anymore. The lockeroom door burst open, and out came the women all energized. Rebecca didn’t care who won of lost tonight, she just needed to talk to you.

You exited the lockeroom with your team, they hyped you up as you unzipped your hoodie revealing the number 9, flaunting it around. The team sang the ‘We All Follow the West Ham’ chant with pride, Rebecca looked over at you. The twinkle in her eyes was noticeable, even Diana saw it. “You love her, don’t you…?” The woman said softly, crossing her arms as she winked at Rebecca. The blonde woman felt her voice would betray her, settling for a nod instead.

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The game was exciting, in the first half the score was Richmond 1, West Ham 3. Every time someone would try to get passed you, the effortless moving of your feet managed to swipe the ball. You had this grin all game, it pissed Richmond off badly. Even the players who were benched. It was no surprise that fans had began to compare your mannerisms to Jaime.

The way you had provoked one of the players and acting like it wasn’t your fault, hands up in the air with this smirk.

It turned Rebecca on, especially when the Jumbotron would zoom into you. Man, you looked so good in your kit.

During halftime, no matter how much the Richmond coaches didn’t want to, they had to press that big red button they really didn’t want at first. Their biggest weapon was their player named, Maria Sheridan. The woman was a darn good player, as Lasso would put it.

She just had too much attitude, it would’ve been the best to bench her until she got her act right. That was when Roy realized her attitude combined with yours might make it easier to win.

“It looks like, for the first time in two games, Roy Kent has decided to sub in Sheridan” One of the announcers said in disbelief, the other smirked, “This is going to be one explosive end. We already know how Sheridan and Y/l/n get along.”

They were in fact correct, Maria had stopped you from making 2 goals now, it was ticking you off and everyone knew it.

“She’s really hot in that kit, Rebecca” Keeley nudged the other blonde woman on the arm, she just sighed, “She’s angry because of what happened, I mean look at her on that field!” Rebecca gestured to the Jumbotron that had caught you bending your water bottle in half as the refs called a time out.

You aggressively spat out the clear liquid, throwing the plastic bottle onto a chair. Sheridan was gonna pay, you wanted to get another goal, the score was now even. The team didn’t want to lose, not when they were all so close. The whistle let out its shrill cry and the pitch was back into action.

You were close, so close to the goal, that was when you heard the loud pounding of feet. You tired, even when your body ached, you still ran, just when she had tackled you to the ground, your skin sliding against the turf and your head slamming into her shoe, you had kicked it.

You whimpered as you lay on the ground, you could hear the gasps of the spectators then cheering. You would be embarrassed later, not knowing why they were cheering. The buzzer rang through the stadium as you grasped your shoulder. It hurt from catching you after the impact.

You didn’t realize the red substance oozing out of your head. You noticed Sheridan had gotten up and propped up your head, she was screaming something at you but you couldn’t make it out. It was so loud and…why were the lights so bright?

You could feel the rumbling of feet, you grasped your head wondering why it hurt so badly. You could feel the thick wet liquid on your palm…oh.

Now you smelt the irony substance, it was sickening, you hated blood.

The medical team had brought you to the infirmary, checking you over. By then you had a sense of what happened, hoping nothing was broken, if anything was, you didn’t feel it.

They gave you some pain medication, cleaned up the burn and the small gash on your head. There was a bruise on your shoulder where you had landed. Lucky you.

Maria walked in with an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, y’know for being like that on the field, you alright?” She asked, softly sitting down next to you as you caught your breath. “It was a footing accident and I’m sorry, if it make you feel any better you’ve ruined my new boots” she laughed softly. You shook your head, you knew it was, someone her level wouldn’t mess up that badly, not if she completely lost her brain. “I thought I should tell you, your girlfriend went complete psycho on me but, I deserve it.” You raised a brow, “What girlfriend?”

“Uh, Rebecca?”

Oh, right. Your cheeks heated up quickly, rivaling the color of dried blood on your hands. Noticing it, you got up to wash the blood off. Maria watched you, “She wants to see you, she’s out there having a mental breakdown, weeping about how she’s stupid for something. You want her to come in here?” The Richmond player would make a good friend, maybe some day the both of you could get passed your differences.

Nodding, you sent her a smile, “You��re not all bad, Sheridan.” The other woman smirked, “Don’t get all sappy on me, still have to beat you during the championships.” She left without another word, missing your shocked expression.

That means you had made it in…

You felt overly happy with yourself, scrubbing off the rest of the blood on your face. “Darling?” Rebecca called out, her voice was always like honey, softer than silk.

“Why’d you do it? Run out on me like that.” You asked, trying to get the blood from under your finger nails. You heard her sigh, “I was scared, I haven’t loved somebody this much since…I don’t even know how long.” She chuckled bitterly, coming up behind you she stopped a little bit out of arms reach. “I understand if you don’t want me but, I can’t promise you that I’ll stop loving you.”

With a shaky breath, you shut the water off turning to her, “I do want you, Rebecca. That’s what makes it so hard to be mad at you, just promise me something” You turned to her, not expecting the tears stains and smudged mascara. She really had been crying, her face was a little red too. “Don’t let the media define you, you’re worth more than all of the diamonds on this world and more…”

“I promise.” She sniffled, looking at you with hurt eyes, she’d struggled a lot in her life. You could tell from how she carries herself. “Then I forgive you, stupid idiot…” You smiled, walking up to her and smashing your lips onto hers.

“You’re a real shite, you know that?” Rebecca laughed, pulling you closer as she wiped the new formed tears, except now, they were happy tears.

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This was in my drafts as well, I thought I’d release when I had time! This was one of my very first fics that I’ve written! I drafted it for revision and never released it, hope you like it!

Not proofread :)

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Hiya! I would love to request a fic based on the scene in the last episode where the fans storm the field?? Like you’d be the first leading the crowd to get Jamie♥️

This one is a little short, but hopefully it’s what you’re looking for!

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Honestly, you never cared about football more than when you started dating Jamie Tartt, and you don’t think you’ve ever cared as much as you do at the West Ham game. 

You’re fucking sweating.

You’re sandwiched in between Rebecca and Keeley and you are so goddamn stressed, especially because Jamie had been acting so weird and barely talked about it, to the point where pretty much your only interaction had been sitting on the couch or laying in bed, while he clung to you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

It was so, so weird and it’s giving you whiplash from the Jamie you met, the one who’s confident and cocky, and just a little bit of a prick but in a sexy way you like, not in a dickish way. At least not to you.

You knew it’s because of the fact that he was headed back to Manchester and the atmosphere toward him was… less than friendly, but you also knew that he had to be looking for his dad. Jamie’s always on edge if there’s the possibility of his dad showing up. 

He got it together though, with help from Ted, but you’re still nervous. West Ham is crushing Richmond at halftime, and you’re holding Rebecca’s arm like it’s a lifeline. It feels like everything they’ve worked for is slipping away until, from out of nowhere, the score is 2-2. You’re watching Jamie, completely surrounded, but Richmond gets a free kick and he grabs the ball to set it up. 

Keeley has a death grip on your knee and you’re fairly certain none of you are breathing. Jamie’s signaling for the ball, but Sam- Sam is completely open. He receives the ball, makes the goal, and you’re on your feet, going hoarse from screaming as the game is signaled to be at its end. 

Fans start to storm the pitch and you glance at Rebecca with a question on your face.

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Oh go on, then,” she says and then you’re clambering over her to zip down the stairs as fast as you possibly can. You hear Keeley ask, “Where the fuck’s she going?” but you honestly don’t even care.

You’re on the field frantically searching for Jamie and calling his name, when a couple fans move and you see him across the way. You’re sprinting toward each other and you launch yourself into his arms, spinning around till he puts you on the ground and dips you for a kiss.

It’s the best kiss of your life. 

You finally pull away, breathless and laughing. He presses his forehead to your and for a moment, you’re the only two on the pitch.

“Fucking knew you could do it,” you whisper. “Knew you were a great actor ever since Lust Conquers All.”

Jamie replies, “Oi, come off it,” but he’s staring at your lips with such a hungry look that you know he doesn’t mean it. 

You’re about to kiss him again when you hear a voice say, “I fucking knew it.”

You both jump to see Isaac two feet away.

“How the fuck?” Jamie asks. “We did so good at hiding it.”

“Body language, bruv,” Isaac responds. “You two act weird every time you’re in the same room.”

You shrug. Jamie’s hands are on your waist and your arms are still around his neck, but neither of you care. Screw secrecy; if there were ever a time to let people know you’re together, this is it. 

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That Type of Girl Part 4

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate, fluff.

This is the fourth fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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Dean's POV:

“Where the hell is she Sam?” I was pissed. Why the hell would she open the door without us being here.

“I’m not sure man, I’m looking. I promise we will find her.” Sam was searching on his laptop.

“I think it’s that Rick dude she mentioned, I mean she knew something was up with him. I don’t understand why she would be so stupid.” I can’t lose her. She is my best friend.

“Looks like there are two possibilities for where he would take her, he must have smashed her phone because I can’t pick up a GPS signal.” Sam looked at me.

“Where was the last location ping?” I looked at Sam’s screen.

“There, it’s that one.” I pointed to the closet location. Close to where her phone pinged. “Let’s go get my girl.”

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Y/N's POV:

God, I can’t wait for the ass chewing the boys are gonna give me. Anything is better than listening to Rick whine and groan about how much he hates women. It’s been about five hours since he took me. He has sliced me more than a Christmas ham. I guess better me than some other helpless woman.

“Wondering when your saviors will come, sweet Y/N?” Rick started working his way towards me again.

“Actually I was wondering something about you. Why is it you pick women to prey on, hmm? Worried a big strong man would be able to see through your BS?” I smirked at Rick.

“You know you are one annoying bitch, Jesus how do the Winchesters put up with you?” 

Rick smacked me across the face. Hard enough to make my mouth bleed.

“What can I say, I am a joy to be around.” I pray the boys are close.

Rick starts to come close to my face. “As soon as your big giants get here, we can really get this party started. That is if they come to save your fatass.” 

I spit blood in his face. “Aw thank you for the compliment, I actually don’t think I have much of an ass but if you do, well it must be true.” I smiled at him.

“You bitch, you are so dead!” Rick lunged towards me. I am exhausted, I can’t even keep my eyes open at this point. Guess this is the end.

“Hey asshole!” Dean rushed into the building.

“Well, looky here sweet Y/N. It looks like they came to save you after all.” Rick walked towards Dean.

“You know, I have been more annoyed in the last five hours than I think I have been my whole life. I give you props for not kicking her to the curb. Why don’t I do you and your idiot brother a favor and kill her now?” 

“Listen, Rick is it? I don’t know what the hell your problem is and frankly I don’t give a damn. What do you say I do you a favor and kill you quickly?”

Rick glared at Dean.

“Well, suit yourself I guess. We will do this the hard way.” Dean smirked.

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The next thing I know I am waking up in the backseat of baby. 

“Hey Y/N we are almost back to the motel, then we will get you patched up alright?” Sam looked over the front seat at me.

I turned over and closed my eyes, sleep seemed like the best idea right now.

I felt the car park. I opened my eyes to see the driver door slam. Great Dean’s pissed, just what I need tonight.

“He’s pissed right?” I asked Sam.

“He was just worried about you, we both were Y/N.” Sam pats my hand.

Once inside the room I sat down at the table. Dean glared at me from his side of the bed.

“I will let Dean patch you up, I’ll go grab us something to eat. Burgers ok?” Sam looked at me.

“Yeah that is fine, thanks Sam.” I gave him a slight smile to show that I am ok.

With Sam gone the room filled with awkward silence. I hate having Dean mad at me.

“You know it was incredibly stupid for you to open the door without back up right?” Dean moved towards me.

“I know Dean.” I sighed. I hope he makes this ass chewing fast.

“What would have happened if me and Sammy didn’t make it there in time Y/N? Do you know how that would have mad us feel?!” Dean is radiating anger. He was pacing the room.

“I know Dean, I’m sorry I really am. I thought it was you or Sammy at the door. I promise I wouldn’t have opened it, if I knew it was him.” I started to cry. If I cried it meant one of three things. I was really really happy, I was angry, or I was sad. It is a mixture of two and three right now.

“I know I am an idiot and I should have been more careful, I promise I will try to be better.” I looked at Dean with tears in my eyes. I hated disappointing him.

Dean sighed. “Look sweetheart, I care about you a lot, I just don’t want to think about if something bad happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“I know Dean, I am really freaking sorry.” I moved my leg towards him and winched. Damn the cuts are starting to hurt.

“How about you take a shower and I will get you stitched up?” Dean moved to help me stand.

“Ok.” I made my way slowly to the bathroom. Once inside I started the shower. Dean made sure I made it ok. 

“I’m gonna set the stuff up, I’ll lay your pj’s on the sink for you. Holler if you need me.” Dean looked at me. His eyes can usually tell me what he is thinking. Right now, it looks like they are full of worry.

“I will, promise.” While in the shower, I mentally prepare myself for Dean to stitch me up. I usually liked Sam doing it because I knew he wouldn’t judge my body and not that I think Dean will, I just don’t want him to see the whole me. Of course Dean had seen bits and pieces but not the whole thing and definitely not a lot at once. Dear Lord, please let this get over quickly.

I made my way out of the bathroom. Dean had left my favorite oversized shirt and pair of my boy short underwear on the sink for me. Ever since we decided to split laundry duty this is something I have gotten to be ok with him seeing. I had my hair up in a bun. I needed it out of my face.

“Where are the cuts at?” Dean had me sit down at the table. 

“Mainly my thighs, hips, and chest.” I sighed. This is worse than Rick torturing me. 

“Ok, let’s start with your legs first hmm?” Dean got on his knees to work. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

The needle went through my skin. This was nothing compared to the damage Rick had already done.

“You ok?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“You know your freakishly strong pain tolerance is coming in handy right about now huh?” He grinned.

“Yeah I know. I’m so blessed.” I giggled.

He worked on my thighs and hips for about twenty minutes. I looked at the fresh stitches across both of my legs. I am really gonna impress the boys now huh.

“Ok, now for your chest. How do you want to do this?” He looked at me again, eyes full of worry.

I knew he was worried about making me uncomfortable. But honestly I am so exhausted at this point I just want to get this over with. He has already seen dozens of stretch marks and cellulite across my thighs. 

“How about I take my shirt off and cover the girls and you can stitch?” I looked at him. I am praying he will not be grossed out. This is a line I thought we would never have to cross.

“Sounds good sweetheart, I’ll turn around while you do what you need to do.” He is a gentleman after all.

I covered my boobs and stomach the best I could. “Ok, ready.” I closed my eyes.

Dean got to work. These ones didn’t take as long. Thankfully Rick was interrupted before he could keep going. 

“Alright, all done.” He finished covering the big cut with a bandage. 

I opened my eyes. “Thanks Dean.” 

“No problem sweetheart.” He winked at me.

Damn him why does he always do that.

I blushed.

“You know I love you right Y/N?” Dean moved to put the supplies away.

“Of course Dean, I love you too.” I was still holding my shirt over my boobs and stomach. 

“I don’t know what all Rick said to you but I want you to know I think you are beautiful and perfect the way you are.” Dean looked at me, except this time his eyes lacked worry. No this time, it almost looked like he was happy.

“Well thank you.” I blushed again. Why is he saying these things? Surely he is bullshiting me.

“I know you may not believe me and that’s ok. But I really do mean it.” Dean made his way to me.

“Dean, I appreciate you saying it. Rick did make some comments but that’s ok, he’s a demon and I don’t really give a ratsass what he thinks and now he’s dead.” I looked at him.

“I know you don’t always think highly of yourself, but you are an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Dean brushed his hand against my shoulder. 

What is happening? Why is he being all mushy? I am so confused. 

“I know Dean, I feel the same way.” I looked at him again.

“No, I’m not sure if you do sweetheart. You see, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I am in love with you.” Dean looked me in the eyes now.

Oh shit, what in the hell is happening?!

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hello hi yes this is pt 3 of my kidnapping Sophie & Dex au so yeah anyway. No one has told me if they do or don't want to be tagged so I'll just keep tagging the few people I know and if you want to be tagged then tell me :)

(also I promise this gets sadder but we aren't to the truly good part yet. Soon.)

Mr. Forkle’s POV

  Errol L. Forkle, the elf who created Project Moonlark, was at a loss for words. The Collective stood around him, along with Tinker, Calla, Lur, Mitya, and Physic. Squall, who was a Froster and used her ability to crust herself in ice to conceal her identity, was the first to speak. 

“I just got back from Havenfield. Grady and Edaline are a mess, and so far there has been no sign of Sophie or Dex,” her voice caught on the last few words, and she leaned against the wall of the treehouse. The Black Swan had decided to meet in Alluveterre, a hideout consisting of two massive treehouses with a gazebo in the center. 

Everyone was gathered around in the boy’s common room, but no one was relaxed in the slightest. Mr. Forkle tore his hands through his hair, asking Tinker, their Technopath, if she was getting anything from the registry feeds of the kids.

“Nothing,” Tinker spoke very little, and today was no exception.

He knew that if Tinker, who was without a doubt the best Technopath he’d ever met, couldn’t track down Sophie or Dex, it was a very bad thing. The only other time that had happened was when Jolie…. No. He wouldn’t give up so soon. 

“We’ll keep searching. Lur, Mitya, can you travel to Havenfield? Perhaps the earth will give us clues.” 

The two gnomes nodded and slipped away. 

“Granite and I will consult the Council. The rest of you are free to go. Physic, go to Slurps and Burps and stock up on healing elixirs and balms. I suspect we’ll need them.” Physic nodded, her emerald-studded mask swaying. After she leaped away, he turned to the remainder of the group. 

“You are all welcome to stay here, but I think Squall has family matters she must attend to.” Mr. Forkle looked pointedly at Squall's frozen form. With that, he took Granite’s rocky hand, raised his pathfinder, and stepped into the beam of shimmering light.

Twelve glimmering castles came into view as the warm rush of light faded. Granite and Mr. Forkle found Emery’s bold sapphire blue castle after a few minutes of searching. Mr. Forkle used the ornate door-knocker, waiting precisely eighty-three seconds until a dark-skinned face with a sapphire-studded circlet answered the door. 

“What are you doing here? And who are you two?” Emery asked, glancing at Mr. Forkle’s bloated skin and Granite’s statue-like appearance. 

“We must save the introductions for later. We’re here about two young elves that have seemingly gone missing. Do you have any inkling as to where they might be?” Mr. Forkle asked, shoving the door open to reveal a luxurious room full of blue and white furniture. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, which stretched high above their heads. 

“If you’re talking about Mr. Dizznee and Miss Foster, no. We are trying our best to track them down, but wherever they are, they clearly didn’t take their registry pendants. There hasn’t been a signal from either of them since yesterday evening. And I must ask again, who are you? What do the children have to do with you?” said Emery, a note of confusion creeping into his voice.

“You can stop trying to surpass our mental defenses, Councilor Emery. We both sensed you the second you furrowed your brow in concentration,” Granite said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pathfinder.

Emery’s face morphed into shock, and as Mr. Forkle was pulled away by the light, he heard Emery say, “Are you with the Black Swan?”

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A WIP cull. It really is a couple of fics jammed together and yeah I’ve tried numerous times and after this is just lines of suggestions.

Actually even the warnings are NSFW

@thatbrightblueshine I’ve given the old college try but this is really all the kinky NSFW Cole/Kevin/Ruben/John feminisation kink I mentioned a million years ago.

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“Hey precious,” the message on his phone sends a cold pulse down his spine. No name, but it’s not like he wouldn’t recognise his voice. The softness that hid steel. It sends a signal to his brain, cold then hot.

“Come see me after the game.l?” Always a request. After all they are a meeting of equals now.

It’s instinctive, ready to type out yes until his hand stills. Conditioned always to sit up and beg for his attention, roll over and show his gratitude for being noticed. When Kevin looked into him, Cole got to look back.

Before this second if he was asked he would have said he would turn up the instant Kevin called him. Only asked for directions not a reason. Not an explanation. Kevin is the reason he’d kept this number even after moving. Maybe a little bit John and a little Ruben, falling into their beds after that night.

Always more he and Kevin went back to each other, he went back again and again. After every game he watched, every training session he was the extra body for.

The only time he didn’t call Kevin first was when West Ham put in the offer. He didn’t didn’t tell him when the trade was close, he didn’t know how to tell Kevin that suddenly it was Chelsea instead. There had been a part of him that thought maybe he should ask his opinion. Football in Europe or a team that seemed to always be rebuilding.

He didn’t. He didn’t know if Kevin could be reasonable about Chelsea. He didn’t want anyone else to make the choice. He forced the move, he forced the trade, he wanted the final decision to be his. He wanted Kevin to ask him to stay.

Sitting there in a room with his agent and his dad it struck him that of all the choices he could make he never considered staying.

Not that Kevin would force him. He’d never forced anything. But Cole didn’t want the thought of his constant warm presence being an excuse to stay. There were moments, Cole knew that he just wanted to please him, to go in and let him make the final call with decisions. A child constantly seeking his approval.

Kevin gave his blessing anyway. He’d been the first person to tell Cole that Chelsea could be his team, that he could wrap it around himself. Cole looked out the plane window, Manchester somewhere below, and wondered if he was only achieving to prove Kevin right, to make him proud again.

For years Kevin had kept his hands to himself. He might brush Cole’s hair aside, or drop a hand on his shoulder. But he waited Cole out, knew about his crush and, just sat with it. He never threw it in Cole’s face. Gently directed him away from a confession.

He’d welcomed Cole into his little circle, him and John, and then him and John and Ruben. At first just being there. Never anything more than that. Cole stared at them, barely hiding his longing, the two, the three wandering out of shared bedrooms sitting too close, next to each other on planes and couches. And Cole just sitting there, watching with his tongue hanging out.

It was a stupid party. The kids getting hazed. They could have made them do karaoke, paid for dinner at a restaurant but at Halloween it was the older players picking the costumes for the kids to wear. Its was fine, a joke they were all in on. He still thought catholic schoolgirl was better than the mermaid costume. It was more Britney Spears than anything else.

His white shirt was tied up in a knot over his stomach but at least it’s not some weird bra with shells for cups. That looked painful. Like it’s going to dig into Phil’s skin and leave marks.

But at least the tail goes all the way down. The pink and grey skirt he has one barely covered his ass, riding right up when he walked.

The girls at school used to roll up their waistbands up, he remembers standing next to a girlfriend, his arm wrapped around her waist, the scratchy fabric bunched over her hips. If he did that he would have been flashing the whole room. It’s enough to be like this. Feeling held in place by three sets of eyes.

John gave a low whistle at how much of his legs are showing, Ruben pulled him into a hug and slid a hand over his ass and the top of his thigh before Cole could react; “didn’t shave though huh?” He murmured in Cole’s ear.

“No I’m not shaving my legs, itches when it grows back.” Cole tries to sound indignant, burning hot where they are pressed side to side, his stomach cold in the room, he knows his voice sounds breathless and soft.

Ruben smirked low, “laser it off then, keep you nice and smooth.” Cole instinctively looked around for Kevin “and how do you know that it itches? Besides,” Ruben pulls him closer for a moment, “we can rub lotion on you.” He let him go before Cole could react, or push him back, or tell him off.

Distracted by Kyle’s wolf whistle, by Ederson and Bernardo having bet if Julian or Phil looked better. John yelling that it’s Cole. Everyone turned to him. Kyle and John badly singing ‘baby one more time.’ He can still feel Ruben.

“I should get part of the praise,” Kevin is just out of Cole’s eyeline, “I picked that one.” They were supposed to be waitresses. It lasted maybe a drink. Most of the costumes are stripped off by now, everyone in hoodies and getting their own drinks.

The girlfriends started drifting in. The shrieks of laughter when they were first seen. It’s just Cole left dressed up, but only dressed up for them now. The rise and fall of the voices on the other side of the door.

The noise fades away. Kevin’s presence has always done that. The din of the world dropping out of focus, losing its importance.

It’s that, Kevin’s voice like a rumble, Ruben and John teasing he didn’t even polish his nails, Kevin’s voice getting him all twisted, posed awkward but hopeful here, the centre of everyone’s attention.

Cole reaches to the side to smooth his skirt down and Kevin grabs his hands at the wrists to tug them away. “Don’t mess with your clothes sweetheart.” He says. His accent is more pronounced than Cole is used to. Cole leans in slightly when Kevin’s breath runs over his face, it didn’t smell like he’s been drinking.

Kevin runs his hand over the front of Cole’s thigh. Ruben insisted on the tights. Even if Cole didn’t shave his legs, even if he’s going to shred them getting them off, Ruben’s sure thick fingers dragging up the soft synthetic fabric on his legs, then his ass, the smooth manicured half moons of his nails.

Cole bites his nails sometimes when he is nervous and Ruben will slap his hand away.

John’s taken the drinks tray off him, Kevin’s eyes are holding him in place, Ruben leaning against the door. The shirt is tied under his pecs. Where his tits would be if he had tits. His stomach still feels cold. Cole bets they can see his chest moving too fast with his breathing.

He turns to John breathless “aren’t I supposed to give you the drinks?” Kevin’s shifted up behind him, hand flat on his stomach, chest almost touching Cole’s back. “If you didn’t do your nails you picked a good colour with your lips,” Cole’s cheeks flame and his tummy feels burning hot inside and out from Kevin’s words and his hand.

Becca and Maria had thought it was hilarious. They gleefully surrounded them. Julian had only really submitted to mascara, the girls complaining his long eyelashes were already unfair.

Cole had been too much of a wimp to fight them off, Phil’s words. Cole thinks he got everything plastered on him. Becca kept trying to put little jewels on Phil’s face, telling him they matched his tail. Making more and more outrageous promises to make Maria and Julian blush.

Cole felt a sick twinge of longing in his stomach as she whispers something, dirty and intimate in his ear that made Phil laugh but his eyes focus on her with intent. How she glued the little bluegreen gems on his cheek that matched the ridiculous mermaid costume.

“I’ll make you keep that bargain,” Phil told her. And their kiss had been soft and sweet.

Cole waved off the rest of the pointy sticks they waved in his face, almost claustrophobic in a desperate cloud of jealousy next to the couples, the make up sitting like a sticky mask over his expression.

Kevin turns him to the couch. Pulling him back so he’s sitting perched on his lap, looking at Ruben and the door. Toes just touching the ground. He’s in tennis shoes, the girls at school used to wear them with their tights. It was either that or bright white trainers, for a moment standing at his closet, fussing like a girl getting ready for a date.

His toes are tapping on the floor. Kevin puts his hand back on his stomach, thumb pressing in gentle reassuring circles.

The drinks he brought in are abandoned somewhere. At that thought there is a clink. Cole’s eyes flip up to John. Not all the drinks are abandoned.

Kevin’s fingers press in a little tighter, his thumb slightly under Cole’s tied up shirt.

Cole shivers, his knee jerking up and down again, toes scuffing in the carpet. Kevin’s soft mild voice soothing the uptick in his heart.

“Don’t panic honey, it’s only me.” Cole kind of feels like he’s conditioned to calm down when he hears Kevin’s voice, but his body still feels hot. “We’re just in here because it’s quieter.” Cole has to lean back slightly to hear him.

It puts him in just the right position to feel Kevin’s breath across his hair. Kevin doesn’t normally lie to him, but Cole is hopefully desperately sure that is a lie.

Cole’s breath feels like it’s catching high up in his throat. Like he wants to giggle or something. Ruben smiles, his normal wide smile showing off his teeth and the crinkles in the corner of his eyes.

John offers the bottle to a Cole who shakes his head, Cole shuffles back m slightly more against Kevin. There is the quick glance of the scruff of his beard across the back of Cole’s neck.

“I’m not having anything either sweetheart.” Kevin calls him something else after, a word Cole doesn’t know, murmured through the rasp of his beard on the back of Cole’s neck.

The hair on Ruben’s face looks softer. Held between their smiles Cole can feel a eager thread of desire worm its way up his breastbone.

Ruben’s still waiting by the door. He rests his hand to the lock and raises one eyebrow “privacy?”

Cole’s trying to decide his answer when Kevin nudges his legs apart draped over his knees, Cole can feel a little stretch in his inner thighs, knows if his teeny little plaid skirt gets pulled up any higher they will see his cock getting hard pushing against his black briefs.

Kevin runs his hands over Cole’s thighs, lightly just over the tights, and it feels more sensitive than usual for some reason.

It’s making Cole shiver and his dick gets harder, Kevin runs his hands inside Cole’s thighs. The hint it could get to his cock. Cole wants to ask him why tonight, but he doesn’t want him to stop, his soft touch back dragging the skirt higher up his legs.

“Cole?” His eyes meet Ruben’s who nods to the door. “Yeah” Cole breathes out. It’s his imagination he could hear the lock clock from here. It would make him just out he feels almost pinned on Kevin’s knees, fluttery and breathless under their eyes.

“You gonna be a sweet little girl?” Cole opens his mouth to answer when Kevin interrupts “of corse she will.”

Cole feels his stomach twist as they speak over him. They had picked the outfits, they picked this get up he’s in. John smiles and reaches his hand out, his fingers are cold from the beer bottle and it’s the chill of his fingers as much as what he does.

Cole swallows around the breath frozen in his mouth. John holds his chest through his shirt gently. His hand curved like Cole actually has tits and not just pecs, and Cole’s feels his arousal burn brighter. “You are gonna be good for us aren’t you?”

Kevin answers for Cole again who’s panting open mouthed staring at John. Turned on instantly how it’s gone from Kevin politely ignoring his crush to being cradled on his lap. “Of course he will. Isn’t that right Cole? You’ll be nothing but the sweetest girl.”

Cole’s never had someone run their fingers over his chest and his nipples like this before. He starts squirming on Kevin’s lap, toes pushing hard into the top of his shoes.

“Your little tittes are sensitive huh?” John puts his big hand into Cole’s shirt and rubs his thumb over his nipple and the skin around it, his hand still cupped like he’s holding some girl's breast.

“You look so cute grinding around,” John goes on. He pinches Coke’s nipple with his fingers, no nails, just a little nip between his finger and thumb and Cole gasps and wriggles back again. Kevin’s hand on his skirt pulling it up.

He can feel Kevi!’s cock, maybe not all the way hard but definitely not soft against his ass.

“You look so pretty love,” John voice gets deeper and he squeezes Cole’s chest. Cole looks up with him, he can feel his jaw dropped down and his eyes staring wide open as well.

“Would look just as pretty wriggling around on someone’s cock.” Cole blinks at him dazed, the sticky mascara makes his eyelids feel heavy. Or maybe Kevin’s hands still rubbing over his thighs and his cock getting hard against his briefs and the tights holding it down more than normal.

Ruben is still leaning against the door, he has a half smile on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Kevin slides his hand under Cole’s skirt, it lights up his nerve endings and Cole grinds back without meaning to, thighs squeezing in and Kevin laughs in his ear and that makes him squirm as much again; “you gonna get nice and wet for me baby? Squeeze your thighs around my waist huh?”

“Can’t.. can’t get wet.” Cole gasps out. “I can get you nice and wet.” Kevin says back. Cole laughs high pitched and disbelieving as Kevin’s hand slides across the inside of his thigh thumb brushing the seam of his briefs.

The tights make everything feel more sensitive, little static shocks over his skin.

“I’m not gonna get wet.” Cole insists and Kevin’s hands start questing under his skirt, Cole looks down to his thick wrist twisting, his whole hand under the skirt groping across his cock and his legs.

John steps closer and Kevin spreads his legs again, his thighs are thicker and make Cole feel almost petite like who a girl would feel on his lap. It pulls on his inner thighs but also feels like it’s stretching the crack of his ass holding him open, like he has got an hole that can get wet for them.

Cole can’t see Ruben now, John filling his view, he scrapes his nails gently over the skin and Cole wriggles without meaning to panting and squirming.

“You’re not used to having you tits played with love?” John’s voice is kind. “You used to kissing?

“Yes,” Cole wants it to sound like he’s scoffing but Kevin runs the heel of his palm slowly over his cock once and he gasps and it comes out uncertain and high pitched.

“Never had a girl squirm so much having her tits touched,” John sounds satisfied and Cole can’t quite keep his eyes open, leaning his head back against Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin keeps one hand on the inside of his leg and sweeps rhe over over Cole’s forehead pushing his hair back and his head back on Kevin’s shoulder.

Cole’s back bows a bit and John makes an admiring sound, “I think you want my mouth on your sweet little nips don’t you darling?”

John puts his hand on the back of the couch and it’s feeling hot and humid, almost trapped between the two of them. John undoes the tied front of his shirt and pushes it to the side. He runs his tongue over Cole’s nipple and all he can think is Jesus fuck Jesus. Girls have never done that to him before and it feels so good.

Kevin still has his head pulled back and he rubs the prickly scruff of his beard over Cole’s neck.

John’s big hand is holding his chest thumb under the nipple he sucks into his mouth. His other hand digs under Cole’s skirt, squeezing his dick.

“Your clit is all fat and ready to come love,” he tells Cole and moves to his other nippple. He sucks it gently and scrapes his teeth over it. There’s no pressure, it doesn’t hurt but Cole jerks pulling against the hands on him and tries to close his legs.

Kevin makes a tut-tut noise and takes his head off Cole’s hair back under his skirt on his legs.

“Don’t get all shy sweetheart, we only want to make our precious girl feel good.”

Cole shakes his head “not a girl.”

“You are ours though.” John laughs at the gotcha and sucks an almost love bite into Cole’s chest.

“You’re ruining your makeup darling,” Cole startles at the words. Ruben sits down next to him and Kevin.

“What? An I?” Cole squeaks when Kevin grabs his cock.

“Darling are they being too rough?” Rubens voice is kind.

“I’m being nice,” John’s voice curves around the protest of his innocence as much as his hand curves around Cole’s pecs. “Love you tell him I’m being nice.” Cole looks up dazed, licking his lips from John to Ruben. His chest feels wet, exposed with his shirt hanging open.

Kevins hand scrapes over the front of his cock fingers peeking through the top of his skirt. The waistband of his tights showing. Kevin’s hand fondled back over his cock almost to his balls.

“Cole?” Ruben prompts “Is he being nice?”

“Yes?” Cole says back.

“Sweetheart you don’t sound sure,” Ruben’s voice is gentle and he turns to the side so he faces Cole. “They haven’t even given you a kiss, of course they aren’t being nice.”

Kevin shifts slightly and Ruben leans in and kisses Cole. He’s gentle and doesn’t use his tongue or push in.

When he pulls back Cole blurts out “your beard is different to Kevin’s.” He cringes back when he says it and all three laugh. “Already comparing kisses darling?” Ruben says “when did you kiss Kevin?”

“She hasn’t kissed me,” Kevin sounds mournful, playacting, and he moves his hands up to grind Cole down on his dick holding him at the hips. Cola groans and grabs him, hands resting over Kevin’s.

“Or me,” Cole looks up and John leans down, he darts his tongue out as soon as their lips touch. “Open up love,” he says, their tongues wet and sliding together, a show for Ruben and Kevin.

“Now I really want a kiss,” Kevin murmurs in his ear,” even more than I want to feel your sweet little pussy on me without these clothes.”

He’s never been that confident really. Always let girls talk to him first, easier if he knew they were already interested. But this is different. The girls would stand under him, look up and let him work it out.

But this, when it’s all being taken, all practised and they all know how to kiss him and touch. It’s overwhelming, but even more it’s the twists in knowing he wants to be overwhelmed. He’s clumsily, trying to shove back into Kevin panting wet into John’s mouth. “Just hold still love,” John tells him. “Let us take care of you.”

Cole’s heard him talk like that before, picking someone up, if he could force his eyes open he’s pretty sure he knows the smile John will be using. He forces his eyes open. Wants that look directed at him.

He doesn’t keep his eyes open long, gaze dragged almost unwittingly to John’s mouth. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

“Don’t worry honey.” Kevin’s touching him more, under his clothes, and abruptly John yanks him up and around, shoves him back down facing Kevin this time, and it’s almost a relief, even knowing they can see him that he’s not watching them watch him.

Kevin fondles his ass and then yanks him down more roughly, their cocks lined up and Cole whimpers and hides his face screwed into Kevin’s neck. His hands are between them twisted into Kevin’s shirt like he’s actually a shy girl.

John pulls the skirt skirt up and says “you should be in sexier knickers.” He yanks them and his tights down, so they are under his ass digging into the skin on the top of his thighs.

“We can get you some,” Ruben’s voice cuts in. “Something red and lacey.”

“Pink, matching stockings.” Kevin’s voice is still rough and Cole shakes a bit the air feels cold but it’s like he can feel them looking at his ass, the skirt drops down and John yanks it back up and tucks it into the waist band. He’s so turned on it’s like his face is on fire.

John rubs his fingers over the seam of Cole’s ass. Ruben murmurs to Kevin and there’s a soft wet noise and there is another finger smearing something cold and slick over him. John’s finger runs over him again and this time his finger is slick when it rubs over his hole and it’s like he is wet and ready for them

Kevin’s hands go back into his ass holding him slightly open and there is a big hand between them finding his tits. Ruben edges closer, licking the side of his neck and nibbling his ear. “Aren’t you going to give Kevin a little kiss?” Cole presses his mouth to the shirt under him and Kevin gently encourages him.

He shakes the lube on John's finger makes it easier each time to slip over his hole, held open by Kevin and John’s fingertip is inside him now. Cole wants it so much he moans loudly trying to push back into John as much as he’s trying to grind into Kevin but feels like he’s melting.

“Our sweet little girl maybe isn’t so innocent.” Ruben sounds soothing. “So loud, maybe you need something to keep you quiet huh? Keep you occupied.”

Cole shivers and hides his face against Kevin’s neck. John slides his fingertip in and out and tells Cole how wet he is. Cole can hear the slippery tacky noise and shivers. “Oh baby don’t like that idea? Your lipstick is getting all messy anyway.” Cole looks up, his head swinging and Ruben points at Kevin’s shirt. There is a smear of the pink lipstick that Becca and Maria had said was perfect on him over the front of Kevin’s shoulder and his neck. Cole licks his lips and they still feel a bit gluey but not as bad as before.

“I’m sure she wants to,” Kevin says “honey you want something in your mouth? Not too scary huh?” Kevin drags his fingers up Cole’s back and like this he can shift further back into John’s finger and it’s all too overwhelming and he whimpers again.

Kevin turns to talk to Ruben, he’s stuck his fingers up against Cole’s mouth, insistently pushing at his lips. He runs them slightly over his tongue and says to John “how much finger you got in her little pussy?”

“Onto the knuckle.” John says back and Cole’s mouth closes down over Ruben’s fingers. He knows that he should shove them away tell them he’s not a girl but being surrounded by them , talking over and around him like he is just something they are having fun with turns him in a way he can’t quite understand.

“Well take care of you sweetheart,” Kevin says. Cole wonders if it is that he can read his mind like in a game but when he sort of comes to he’s whining and drooling a little bit, groaning his hips right into Kevin’s dick.

“So fucking tight on my finger,” John says. “Gonna feel so good on my dick.” Cole sucks in a breath his lips clamping around the finger tips that Ruben has in his mouth.

“So good at sucking here,” Ruben pushes his fingers “Johnny I’m going to see if she can take a little more.” They move in tandem both of them sliding their fingers it in the second knuckle at the same time. John’s reached around, looking over the three of them, his hand slips over Cole’s cock and he arches his back again to give more room. John runs little circles over the head of it like it’s a girls clit and he sobs the loudest sound yet drooling on Ruben’s hand as come dribbles out of his cock onto John’s circling fingers.

“Gotta feel your sweet lips around my cock,” Ruben groans out. Kevin puts his hands on Cole's face his big hands over his jaw and cheeks.

He’s careful not to knock Ruben’s fingers out of Cole’s mouth.

“Your lipstick is gone and your mascara is smeared,” Cole’s nods dumbly, he’s not sure what else the girls put on him, they seemed so little compared to him he had wanted to push them away too firmly.

He blinks blurry eyed at Kevin his face wavering in front of his eyes. “Gonna get you messier,” Kevin Announces with some finality.

John slips his finger out and it’s only the fingers in his mouth that stop him begging for it back. He babbles around Ruben’s fingers and more spit drools out of his mouth.

Kevin’s nudges Ruben away. He gives Cole a deep kiss and Cole can distantly hear clothes rusting and feel Ruben shifting next to them.

“Open your mouth,” Kevin murmurs against Cole’s lips and he opens it without question, Kevin sweeps his tongue in.

Kevin manipulates him over and, oh god, his bare ass is still on Kevin’s lap, hole wet and open feeling, his head down on the couch until Ruben gently picks him up under his chin. His hand is around the base of his cock holding it out and he pulls Cole’s head down. He’s gentle, running his hands through Cole’s hair.

“Take your time darling.” Ruben says. He rubs the top of his dick over Cole’s lips but not between them.

Ruben’s cock is smooth and dry under his mouth. “You want me to tell you want to do honey?” Kevin’s voice cuts through Cole’s he nods not sure where to start. And Ruben hummms and settles into the couch. “There is no rush darling,” he says his voice seems a bit distant, and when Cole looks up Ruben has taken a kiss from Kevin as well.

Kevin runs the palm of his hand over Cole’s ass, fingers grazing along the crack and Coke jerks on his lap. “Too much sweetness?” Kevin keeps his hand still “just stick your tongue out, let Ruben know how good he tastes.”

Cole opens his mouth when Kevin tells him to, he doesn’t even pause stick his tongue up and licks the side of Ruben’s cock. Just because Kevin asked him to, the thought vibrates around in his head and instead of examining it he licks Ruben’s cock again.

Cole’s been given plenty of blow jobs. But he’s never given one. He doubts this is enough for Ruben, not wet enough and amateur. But Ruben just strokes his hair softly and says “that’s good darling, you need Kevin to help you some more?”

And oh, Cole’s stomach twists and he wriggles in Kevin’s lap. Kevin must take that as a yes because he says, “open your mouth sweetheart, suck around the head of his cock. You can do that for me can’t you?”

Cole licks his lips. He moves his tongue in his mouth so it feels wet all inside and presses so soft damp kisses to the top of Ruben’s cock. “Come on baby,” Kevin tells him reassuringly. “You can open your mouth.”

John’s hands are on the top of his legs gently pulling the tights further down. He takes his shoes off and tickles the sole of Cole’s foot. It makes him twist again and Ruben tells John off, breathing hard and talking about teeth. He gets laughed at.

Kevin is keeping his hands gentle, absently groping across his ass, sliding his hands under the waistband of the skirt like he’s reminding Cole he’s still wearing it. Still has it and the white opened shirt covering him except, he shivers, they aren’t covering anything. Pulled up and leaving him exposed, exactly how they want it.

Cole can feel Kevin’s cock though. Pressing into his side even through his jeans and the skirt.

Kevin shifts under his hips and oh, he’s undoing his pants, legs shifting one at a time where he’s kicking his shoes off. Cole slowly closes his mouth around Ruben’s cock. It’s not like a monster sized porn dick, same as him probably, but in his mouth it feels bigger, like it’s taking up space that he needs for his tongue and his teeth.

But it’s space he wants to give to Ruben instead.

“Sweet girl. Doing so good. Tell me it’s your first time darling.” Cole flips his eyes up and Ruben is running his tongue over his bottom lip. Cole just nods bobbing his head on Ruben’s cock without meaning to. And Ruben groans and says “just like that darling, so good for your first time.”

Cole uses his hand to wank off the part of Ruben’s cock he doesnt have in his mouth. He can’t quite get the timing and it’s like a puzzle to solve, working out how much he can get his mouth without gagging.

But if he pushes it a bit his mouth floods with saliva and that makes the slide of his lips and his hand easier.

He thinks it’s John who’s put a finger in him again until Kevin says “god she’s still so tight,” and Cole moans. He’s never had anyone put a finger in him before tonight and now it’s two of them.

Ruben says “going to move you a bit faster okay” Cole looks up, Ruben’s sliding in and out of focus. Cole nods, sucking harder on Ruben’s dick. Ruben holds Cole’s hair pushing him down and pulling him up Kevin slides his finger deeper in, almost feeling the base of his hand. Cole feels like there’s plenty of room in him, it makes his toes curl that he could fit Kevin’s cock in him, like it’s only his hole he needs to open for them.

But then Kevin has two fingers in him, and he can feel that inside him, stretching him.

John’s running a hand up the back of his thighs, the skin on his palms has rough patches.

It’s easy to relax into it, melt across their laps like water, letting them work out the rhythm and listen to them tell him over and over how pretty he looks with his mouth and his ass open.

Kevin’s pressed his second finger in slowly and gently and John says admiring “your glistening wet love, Kevin’s gonna going to get you gaping open and ready for my cock.”

Cole chokes around Ruben’s dick, as he’s pushed further down. Ruben tilts his head by his hair and tells him seriously his voice heavy and thick sounding “your pretty little eyes,” Cole wonders if his mascara is running down his face like Harley Quinn his eyes feel teary. “Swallow a little bit sweetheart, squeeze your mouth around Ruben’s cock like you are around my fingers.” Kevin’s voice is warm and encouraging

Cole nods again, because he can, he wants to try for them, at least, and maybe he gags again the first few times, but he swallows hard around it and it isn’t so bad, feels kind of good in his throat, really. Feels fun and like it’s just there and he doesn’t have to think about his hand and mouth moving at the same time.

Ruben’s fingers are tighter in his hair, his moaning a little bit, swear words between the sweethearts, more words that Cole doesn’t recognise, his hips jerking up. Kevin’s slots his third finger in and Cole has to spit out Ruben’s cock becuase Kevins rubbing inside him and it feels like his twisted up and on fire and before he means to or even warns them he’s coming over Kevin’s thigh and he sobs with his head on Ruben’s leg.

“Gushing come love, did Kevin make you squirt?” John sounds so pleased, delighted even. In the beats of silence between his breath he can hear Kevin’s fingers squelch inside him. After coming it all feels softer and more open.

[quaranmine]

A long ramble about hand held radios, and Firewatch AU

I'm playing fast and loose with two-way radios in Firewatch AU, lol. But to be fair, I knew that going in and so should you have. My dad's got a HAM radio license so I asked him some questions earlier in the week which he's more than happy to talk about.

Firstly, and I already knew this, but there is little chance Grian and Scar would be able to talk to each other from anywhere. VHF (very high frequency) radios are very much line of sight, and things like mountains will easily block the signal. VHF is the type of radio that would be found on top of fire towers, though. A fire lookout's height is dual purpose: not only is it tall enough to keep watch from, but it's talk enough for an antenna, repeater, etc for the Forest Service to communicate on. So, Grian and Scar would easily communicate from the tower but not from the ground.

I think it's a better story to just stretch reality a bit and have them been in communication more easily, though. The game of Firewatch did the same. But I have to admit it's an interesting narrative challenge if they could only communicate from their towers. However, I prefer the story as it is, even without this aspect of realism. There are places in the story where I've attempted to acknolwedge this by mentioning that the signal is weaker.

UHF (ultra high frequency) is also an option for them, perhaps? My dad did not talk as much about it. It seems like these are used more by emergency services (police, fire, etc.) My brief google searching says they're slightly better for ground communications where there's stuff in the way, like concrete buildings. But they can still be blocked, though since they are also mostly line-of-sight based. VHF was better at open distance, hence my dad telling me the lookout would use that. I found a document from the National Interagency Fire Center with approved radios for wildland firefighting and it listed both UHF and VHF with no notes on which was preferred.

If you're wondering why the difference is important, it's mostly the frequencies they work at. VHF band radios work at 30-300 MHz and UHF is 300 MHz to 3 GHz. Honestly though, I'm not sure the true differences between these--is a specific range of frequencies better than others, or just different? Anyway, FM radio (like in your car) is in the same range as VHF if you were wondering.

Unfortunately I still don't understand frequencies very well. I've used frequency and channel interchangeably in the fanfic but channel is more so "the programmed/designated number on the radio" and the frequency is the actual...wavelength? Mostly, I want to know if it is possible for Grian and Scar to actually have their own channel to talk on.

In the game Firewatch, this specifically is never acknowledged or covered IIRC. What does happen is that Henry and Delilah realize someone is listening in on their conversations, since anyone with a radio can tune into that channel and monitor it. The person on the other end accidentally makes a sound (would have had to be transmitting while doing so) and gives themself away. So Delilah brings Henry a new radio on a different channel so they can speak "freely" again (only if their new frequency wasn't discovered.)

What the game doesn't acknowledge, that I have acknowledged, is that the radios that fire lookouts use go out to the entire Forest Service. Fire lookouts do not have chill chats with each other. That is not how the job works. Fire lookouts give reports as needed and otherwise monitor the channel for other updates. When a lookout reports a fire, there is another Forest Service employee on the other end who takes that report. If a fire is happening, important information will be shared on the line. If there is some other issue a ranger needs to report, it will be shared on the line. There is no space for personal chats because it is business-only, and the air needs to be clear if someone in the National Forest has to radio in an emergency. This was pretty much immediately clear to me when I picked up Philip Conor's memoir about being a lookout.

In fact, here's the radio frequencies used by the Wapiti Ranger District in Shoshone National Forest:

But, we like radio chats! We want our characters to be able to speak to each other freely! That's one of the things that makes Firewatch such a magical game, and it's basically the core plot-moving piece of my story as well. So I improvise, and thus in chapter one of my fic Scar tells Grian to note down their personal channel that is different from the Forest-wide one.

So why am I concerned if it's actually possible for them to have a channel? What I've written seems plausible enough?

Well, I am inexperienced. I do not know much about radios and even my chats with my dad didn't illuminate this much for me. I know that there are channels within frequency bands that are locked from use (i.e. your VHF radio can't intercept someone's cell phone call) and channels with designated use. You are also supposed to have a license to transmit on many channels, but things like a Wal-Mart walkie talkie or a CB radio can be operated by non-licensed individuals only on the specific channels they are programmed on, the national license-free channels. I don't personally give much mind to whether Grian and Scar are licensed or not, I feel like they operate under the FS and are just doing their little thing on the side (legal or not.)

What channel are Grian and Scar using, if it is a labeled one? Do "random" channels exist, if you just tuned your radio to a random frequency? Do all channels have designations? And where do things like repeaters fall into this? I read mention of TX tone and RX tone and immediately got lost. AFAIK some radios literally cannot transmit on certain frequencies without modification. I'm just not savvy enough on the subject to answer my own questions, unfortunately!

When my dad gives me and my mom radios when we hike, he told me we're just using the National Calling Frequency, 146.520. Since our VHF hand held radios have little power, it's unlikely that we will be intercepted. I can confirm though that I have used this radio and heard pieces of other people's conversations come through, though.

So back to channels, and what I do know, and what I'm working with. The 2M band (144-148 MHz) is the most popular for radio operators to talk on, so it's probably something in that range that they use. Honestly, the list of frequencies adjacent to the National Calling Frequency in this article below is the closest I have come to getting an answer.

Basically...I think Grian and Scar are just using a random 2m band talk frequency, that anyone could intercept if they wanted. But since they are in such a remote area, there is little to no chance of their conversations being overpowered by someone with a stronger radio. They more or less have privacy simply because so few people are in that area using that frequency. They are using a talk frequency separate to the National Forest frequency in order to have personal conversations and not cause interference with their jobs. In my AU, Grian has only his one radio and mostly keeps it on the frequency where he can talk to Scar. Scar has more senority in the job and more equipment at his lookout, so he monitors several frequencies at once.

And that's the end of this world's most confusing post on radios, thanks!

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (10/25)

------ Chapter 10 ------

My thoughts were in a frantic whirl as I raced to my next class. Human trafficking was a very scary idea in itself, and thinking about being kidnapped made me feel vulnerable and helpless, but it was a remote possibility, and I didn’t want to delve into it too much. My more immediate concern was with my homework assignment. I wouldn’t be able to type up my essay on a giant computer by myself. Such a herculean feat would take hours, if it were even possible. I needed help. 

I pulled into my next class a mere minute before the bell rang and hurried to my seat to avoid unwanted attention. My next class was chemistry, which was far from being my strongest subject. I should have been paying close attention, but I couldn’t focus with all the stress I was under. How the heck was I going to accomplish this task?

I considered asking Mr. Henderson for assistance, but I really didn’t want to bother him more after he had already gone so far out of his way to help me.  Besides, I knew I would eventually have to get to know my peers. I wasn’t going to survive at this school without any friends, and I couldn’t rely on the vice principal for everything. At some point I would be forced to interact with giant students, so why not now? Keeping a low profile, I subtly glanced around at the giants around me. I was strongly intimidated by their grand size. None of them looked very approachable. I slumped down in my chair despondently. 

The problem was only compounded when the chemistry teacher assigned homework too. Now I had two homework assignments that somehow would need to be scaled up to giant size. At least I only had two classes today, since my sixth slot was empty. The bell rang and I waited for a good opportunity to leave, making sure the chemistry teacher didn’t harass me on the way out. I went to the dining hall and found a brown bag lunch waiting for me, with a ham and cheese sandwich, some carrots, cookies, and apple juice. Not bad. I decided to be brave and ate my lunch in the cafeteria like a normal person. Nobody bothered me, but I also was too skittish to interface with anybody. The lunchroom environment was too crowded and noisy, dampening my spirit further. Being such a coward left me downright miserable. I felt pathetic. 

Procrastinating on the inevitable, I reasoned that my next course of action should be to finish the assignments before I asked any of the giants for help. That way, when I worked up to that point, I would be fully prepared. I would use my time efficiently, get all my work done during sixth period when all the other students were in class, and then I would have the whole weekend to manifest the courage to speak up, since I wouldn’t have these classes again until Tuesday. Resolved, I headed for the library. 

I didn’t want to get yelled at again, so I kept a wary eye out for the strict librarian as I slunk over to the human tables. Thankfully, I was left alone this time. The library, in stark contrast to the lunchroom, was deathly quiet, except for the bell signaling the beginning of sixth period. The hush allowed me to focus, and I slogged through my essay fairly quickly. The final product was a bit sloppy, but I was past the point of caring: I just wanted to get it done. The chemistry homework was harder, especially since I hadn’t paid any attention during the teacher’s lecture. I had to read through the class material, and I didn’t fully grasp some of the concepts, but I answered the questions as best I could. 

The time slipped by, and before I knew it the school day had ended. The easy part was done. Now for the hard part. I felt a surge of misery as I heard all the giants tramping through the halls, talking and yelling, happy and carefree, glad to be done with their school week. I wished I could be that blissfully unaware, but my disquieting obstacles were only growing larger. 

One of the giant students entered the library. At first, due to his incredible height, I didn’t see his face, but I did recognize his shoes. He wore black and white sneakers, and I wracked my brains trying to recall where I had seen them before. Then it hit me: He was the giant whose shoe I had collided with the other day. My knees still ached as a painful reminder. A spark flamed within me. This was my chance! He would be the perfect person to ask, since technically we weren’t total strangers. Plus, while I had freaked out at the time, he seemed harmless enough. 

I jumped up from my chair, full of determination, and followed him in between the rows of bookshelves. As I approached, however, and saw his tremendous size close up, my throat started to close up, and I labored to breathe. How did I know he wouldn’t take the chance to do something terrible if he saw me? The giant history teacher’s ominous warning had been burned into my psyche. The library was mostly empty, since no students wanted to be here on a Friday afternoon. Glancing about, I suspected even the librarian had called it a day and dipped out early. I couldn’t forget the terrifying experience of being eaten, or picked up and taken against my will. My chest hurt as my heart palpitated frantically. 

I took measured breaths, trying to keep myself from hyperventilating. I needed to do this, if not now then I would still be forced to later. I couldn’t back down and be cowed into submission. My famous temper flared up as I started to get frustrated with myself, my circumstances, everything. I was tired and fed up of being weak and scared all the time. Before I could back out, I forced my legs forward, toward the giant. My legs wobbled like they were made of jello. The giant took a leisurely step away and I hurried to catch up. 

My nerves were screaming at me to turn and run, but I ignored the impulse. “Excuse me,” I whispered. Of course, the giant couldn’t hear me, and took another massive step away as he examined the books on the adjacent shelf. “Um… excuse me,” I uttered again, slightly louder, my voice an octave higher. He still couldn’t hear me and continued to move, making me run to keep pace. 

“Hey, you!” I finally cried out, kicking his shoe to get his attention. I clapped my hand over my mouth as I realized what I had done. At long last, he looked down, seeming puzzled before he saw me. His eyes lit up with recognition. 

“Oh, it’s you!” he said with surprise. He squatted down, holding a book in one hand. “How are your knees? I’m sorry about the other day.” 

“F-fine,” I mumbled. Reason left me, and my mind went blank as I forgot what I was doing. I could only gape at the monumental being leaning over me like a skyscraper. 

The giant sensed the tension and fumbled with the book in his hand clumsily. “Um…” He didn’t know what to do. There was an awkward silence. I licked my lips nervously and struggled to talk. 

“You owe me a favor!” I blurted out. By this point my voice was shaking as much as my body. 

His eyebrows shot up over his glasses. “I suppose I do, don’t I?” He smiled sheepishly. “What can I do for you?” 

“Well…” I pulled the crumpled pages of homework out of my pocket and held them up above my head to show him. He squinted, confused, and leaned forward, straining to see what I was holding. 

“What’s that?” he inquired. 

“It’s my homework,” I responded. 

He laughed. “That? Let me see.” He held out his huge hand. I placed the papers on the tip of his finger. He lifted them up to his eye to get a closer look. “Why… it’s so tiny! Nobody would be able to read this!” He let out another hearty laugh, a deep, jovial sound that warmed my insides, even if he was indirectly laughing at my size. I had to admit the whole situation was farcical to begin with. 

“That’s my problem. I need someone to type it up for me so the teachers can actually see my work,” I explained smoothly. I was starting to feel a bit more relaxed around him. “Can you help me? Please?” 

“Well, sure! Of course!” he answered enthusiastically. “Here, I’ll take you over to the computers.” He offered me his free hand again. The papers looked so preposterously insignificant in the landscape of his hand, like little scraps of pencil shavings. My pulse tripled but I obediently climbed into his palm and gathered my papers. To my surprise, his hand was vibrating slightly. I wasn’t sure why but I settled in anyway and prepared myself to be raised up. 

“O-okay, I’m going to pick you up now, is that okay?” he asked. I detected a light tremor in his voice. I gazed up at him and nodded. Very slowly, as if handling something fragile, he carefully stood up and took gradual, timid steps towards the computers. I appreciated his attempts to be gentle and waited patiently. His palm, much to my discomfort, started to get damp. What was wrong with him? Was he sick? 

“Are you feeling alright?” I asked him as he set me down on the desk next to one of the computers. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, a bit flustered. “Sorry if my hand got a little sweaty.” He self-consciously wiped his moist palms off on his pants. “I-I just… you know… get a little nervous around girls sometimes. Especially… um… holding one?” He blushed bright red.  

I couldn’t help but giggle. He was precious. “Imagine that! A giant being scared of a tiny little girl like me!” I teased him. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. Suddenly, I felt a lot better as my fear melted away. 

“Alright, enough fooling around. Let’s get this homework typed up,” the giant said, flopping down into a chair. He pulled up a blank document on the giant screen and got ready to type. “You’re going to have to dictate to me, because I can’t read your small writing.” 

I started reading my history essay out loud to him. His fingers, despite their size, were remarkably fast and efficient, dancing across the keyboard with satisfying clicks at every stroke. I was impressed to see he was able to keep pace with my words as I read. Admittedly, I was a little embarrassed at the poor quality of my writing, and having to read it out loud, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. We finished the essay and moved on to the chemistry homework. The formatting was more of a challenge here but we got it done. 

“What’s your name?” the giant asked me. “Uh, so I can write it at the top of the page.” 

“Eren Brooks.” He filled it in on the digital documents and hit print. “What about you?” I questioned him. 

“Oh, me?” He turned red again. “M-my name’s Joey. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.” 

I giggled again. “Thank you, Joey. Likewise.” He swiftly stood up and turned away, ostensibly to fetch my homework off the printer, but I suspected he wanted to hide his burning face. He returned, papers in hand, with his face a normal color again. 

“Um… what are you planning to do with these?” He brought up a good point. The papers were too large for me to hold. How would I carry them around and turn them in to the teacher? 

“Let’s see if we can fold them up small enough to fit in my backpack,” I suggested. I pointed off in the general direction of the human section of the library. “If you could transport me over there, that would be most helpful.” 

“S-sure,” he agreed, laying his hand flat on the table. When I pulled myself up into his capacious hand and moved to the center, in the curve of his palm, I observed that he trembled, ever so slightly. For his sake, I pretended not to notice. 

“Okay, I’m ready,” I informed him. The giant—Joey—cupped me in his hand and gently carried me to where I had left my bag. His skin moistened with perspiration again, and I was grateful to get off his hand when he lowered me to the floor. He folded up the papers as small as he could and I managed to stuff them inside my bag. I shouldered the bag and gazed up at the giant. 

I let out a shaky sigh of relief. I felt like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders. “I really, really appreciate your help, Joey. You have no idea. Thank you so much.” 

“It was no trouble. I’m glad I was able to help.” He smiled shyly. 

“Can I count on you to help me again?” I asked timidly. 

“Yes, absolutely! I hang out in the library a lot, so you can usually find me here,” he said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. My goodness, he was such a huge nerd. Literally. 

“Okay,” I replied. I stared up at him for a moment. I could scarcely believe I had finally made a friend. A giant friend. “Well, see ya!” I hopped on my bike and rode away. 

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[lulamadison]

131 please!

Thank you for the prompt 😃

Well, I said I was going to write a Lawrusso comedy, but I'd had a stressful week and several vodkas, and out came this depressing little Butterfly Effect style time travel fic...

I've spent the rest of this weekend cleaning it up, and I was hesitant to post it because it is so miserable, but here goes anyway 😉

Prompt 131: I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you

Warning: Major Character death

Johnny had lost count of how many times he'd tried to bring Daniel back.

He'd altered the timeline so many times that he could barely remember what was real and what wasn't, but every time he came back one thing remained unchanged – Daniel was still dead.

And it was ridiculous really; the amount of desperation he felt to bring him back when they'd only ever been on one date.

One date.

One perfect date, where they'd laughed and drank and Daniel had kissed him chastely at the end of the night as they said their goodbyes.

Johnny had gone back to the date and instead of leaving Daniel in the parking lot as he waited for his Uber, he told him he loved him and confessed everything.

Told him how he'd loved him since they were 17.

Told him he'd beat him half to death because he didn't know how to deal with his feelings.

Told him he was sorry for everything he'd done.

And yet it still didn't work.

Instead of dying in an empty parking lot, he'd slipped at home and banged his head.

He'd died on the floor of his own garage when he went out for more beers and didn't come back.

It seemed that Daniel was destined to die, no matter what Johnny did.

Johnny went back again.

This time to before the date, and when Daniel had kissed him in the dojo and confessed his feelings, Johnny feigned indifference.

He told him he wasn't interested.

He wasn't gay or bi or whatever.

He saw the hurt in Daniel's eyes as he apologised for misreading the signals.

Johnny could live with the pain if it meant that Daniel lived.

He could hide his feelings.

He could live with the constant longing.

He could ignore the awkwardness of their interactions as he watched Daniel try to treat their relationship as nothing more than friendship.

But it didn't change anything.

Daniel still died.

This time he was found dead in the pond at Miyagi-Do. Drowned in the water below the balance wheel. No one knew how it had happened. He was always so careful around the dojo.

Johnny went back further, to the moment they bowed to each other at the All Valley.

When Daniel bowed Johnny reached over, pulled him in by the shoulders and kissed him in front of all those people. He didn't care who knew that they were in love.

Daniel was found dead the next day. Beaten to death in the LaRusso Auto parking lot.

A hate crime the news called it.

Amanda blamed Johnny.

Johnny blamed himself too.

He went back again.

They were in Miyagi-Do and Daniel offered Johnny a bite of his food. Johnny shook his head.

“Nah, man. I'm not eating that crap,” he said, then he stood up and walked away.

Daniel died, choking on the food he'd offered to Johnny.

Johnny went back further.

Daniel was at his apartment. Johnny offered him ham.

Daniel said no, and took a drink of beer. He said they needed to tell the kids it wasn't going to work out.

“Nah, man,” Johnny replied. “We love each other. We need to figure it out.”

“You love me?” Daniel asked, his voice hesitant, like Johnny had just confirmed everything he'd ever dreamed of.

“I do,” Johnny said, as he leaned over and kissed him.

Daniel didn't pull back. He leaned into the kiss and let out a moan.

“I need…” Daniel said as he pulled back, his eyes showing that he reciprocated every stupid feeling Johnny had ever felt for him.

“I need…” Daniel said again.

“Just don't leave me,” Johnny replied, his fingers still trailing across Daniel's cheeks like the ghost that he was. “I've been trying for so long.”

“What do you mean?” Daniel asked.

“I've loved you for so long,” Johnny replied as he ran his fingertips down Daniel's neck. “Every time I tell you it means nothing.”

“You've never told me you loved me before,” Daniel said with a huff of laughter.

“I have, so many times,” Johnny said, as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to Daniel's neck. “But it doesn't change anything. Every time I tell you it still ends the same way.”

“Then don't let me go tonight,” Daniel replied, holding Johnny's gaze, and pulling him closer.

“I won't,” Johnny said, as he ran his hand down Daniel's chest.

They touched each other in a way Johnny hadn't experienced in any other life time.

They made love, and after it was over he clung to Daniel knowing he'd made a difference.

Knowing this time was different.

Daniel would still be alive.

He could live in this lifetime with Daniel by his side, just as he hoped he would.

But it didn't happen.

They woke, all warm and cosy, wrapped together under scratchy blankets. Kissing each other gently as Johnny felt like all his dreams had finally come true.

Daniel went to work in his car and didn't come back.

A tragic accident, the news said.

Drunk driver, they said.

Side swiped Daniel's car on Ventura Boulevard while doing 90.

He didn't stand a chance, they said.

Missed by his wife and family, the funeral notices said.

Johnny attended Daniel's funeral for the hundredth time, hidden in the shadows.

Hiding behind the trees.

Looking over toward the plot where he was buried next to his Sensei, as always.

Johnny tried again.

“Still got those Golden locks,” Daniel said, with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, but you based your whole life on kicking me in the face, huh?” Johnny asked before the other LaRusso Auto assholes could come across.

Daniel laughed. “Maybe I did,” he said, as he gazed at Johnny in a way he hadn't seen this far back.

“Guess I made an impression on you?” Johnny said cockily, as he took a step closer.

Daniel swallowed, casting a glance towards Johnny's lips before flicking back up again. “Maybe you did.”

Daniel died that same day.

Taking someone for a test drive in a red Dodge Challenger that they smashed into oncoming traffic

Every time Johnny went back he felt it sapping the life out of him.

He knew each time he went back it was killing him and he didn't care.

He was dying and it didn't matter when Daniel wasn't by his side.

Every time he went back as he tried to put everything right was a moment he didn't get to spend with Daniel where he came from.

Every time he tried to change things he saw that he loved Daniel in every timeline.

He saw that Daniel loved him in every time line.

The next time he tried he grabbed Daniel by the shoulders.

He'd gone back so far that they'd never even met yet.

“I know you don't understand this, but I have to tell you,” Johnny said, as they stood on the beach. “I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you, and it'll never be enough.”

“What?” Daniel asked. “I don't even know who you are.”

“I can't put it right,” Johnny said. “I've tried so many times, but I'll keep trying.”

“What do you mean?” Daniel asked.

“I've figured it all out now. This is all the time we have together,” Johnny said. “I'll keep going because it's worth it.”

“I don't know what you're talking about, man,” Daniel said with a nervous laugh.

“I kept thinking it wasn't important, all these moments I spend with you across a hundred different timelines,” Johnny said, as he took hold of Daniel's shoulders again. “I thought the only thing that mattered was the outcome. The only thing I cared about was spending the rest of my life with you, but I can still do that.”

Daniel pulled away from Johnny's grasp. “I don't know who the hell you are, but you need to back off right now!”

“It doesn't matter what we do,” Johnny said. “It always ends in the same way, with you dead.”

“Is that a threat?” Daniel asked raising his fists.

“It's just how it is,” Johnny said, his shoulders sinking. “I can't save you. You always die.”

“OK, now you're freaking me out, so if you don't leave me the hell alone I'm going to kick your ass,” Daniel replied angrily.

Johnny couldn't help but grin. “This is what I love the most about you. Hotheaded little asshole, always spoiling for a fight.”

“I'm spoiling for a fight now, yeah,” Daniel said, as he took a step back.

“You're still going to die,” Johnny said.

Daniel lashed out, hitting Johnny in the cheekbone, knocking him backwards, as he shouted, “Leave me alone, man!”

Johnny was rocked backwards, but he didn't fall. He raised a hand to his rapidly bruising face, running his fingertips across the reddened skin. Every punch from Daniel felt just as good as a kiss these days.

“I might not get to spend the rest of my life with you in my timeline,” Johnny said, still running his fingers of the bruise. “But I can spend the rest of my life in these moments with all the different versions of you.”

Johnny went back again.

Moving between the timelines, even though his nose started bleeding and the headaches were lasting longer each time.

He knew he was dying, slowly killing himself with each jump.

He never went back to his own world again. He knew Daniel would never be there.

He travelled the universe. A spiderweb of encounters written across the timeline.

If he ever crossed his own path the whole thing could come crashing down, but Johnny didn't care. Daniel was always destined to die and Johnny would always be cursed to stand by his graveside.

What did it matter if the universe ended? What was left for him beyond the stolen moments with all the different versions of Daniel?

He kept travelling.

He spent the day watching Daniel through the windows of the dealership, as he smiled brightly at customers and staff.

He spent a day at the All Valley tournament as they agreed to work together to defeat Cobra Kai.

His nose barely stopped bleeding now. Sneezing red spots into his hands. Pockets full of crusty blood stained tissues.

He spent the day getting ready for their first date.

“Are you OK?” Daniel asked, as he sat across from him in the booth.

“Huh?” Johnny asked.

“You keep kinda zoning out on me,” Daniel said with a grin.

Johnny smiled softly. “I was just wondering if it was appropriate to tell you that I love you on a first date.”

“Wow,” Daniel said, sitting back. He was quiet for a moment, then he shrugged his shoulders and said, “It must be fine, because I love you too.”

Johnny smiled to himself even though he felt like his skull was about to crack.

“You're amazing,” Johnny said. “And every single moment I've spent with every you has been worth it.”

Daniel's brow wrinkled in confusion for a second, then he smiled and said, “I think I'll take that as a compliment?”

Johnny smiled.

Right here and now was all that mattered anymore. All he had to do was keep travelling.

All he had to do was keep coming back to Daniel for the rest of his life.

[starcrashx]

I.

The stars were so beautiful. That's what Galen always thought whenever he looked up at the sky at night. He always searched for a tall building so he could feel a little bit closer to them. This night was no different from the countless ones he already had.

"Or that's just what you think." whispered a tiny voice in his head.

And the voice was kind of right. There were times he wasn't alone. There was someone who was even more beautiful than the stars above. But not anymore. Galen shook his head and bit his lower lip.

"Don't cry don't cry don't cry." Galen thought as if the mantra would stop him from crying his heart out.

From missing her.

×⭐×

A knock was heard from Galen's door signaling that it was time to wake up. Of course Galen was already awake and the caretaker knew this so that's why he got only a knock instead of a shout that it was time to wake up. He went through his usual morning routine and went down to meet the others. The canteen was noisy as always, Galen tried to tune them out and concentrate on his meal. It was a simple ham sandwich with a small piece of cheese inside. Galen wasn't a picky eater, he ate whatever they offered. Even with his best effort to ignore the world around him he still over heard that someone is coming to the orphanage to adopt. Galen didn't get excited as everyone else did. You see he was 15 years old. Everyone wanted a younger kid but he was already a teenageer. No one will adopt him and he only has 3 more years in the system before they kick him out to make space for younger children. So he has to concatenate on his future and study hard to achieve a better life. After breakfast Galen wanted to go back to his room to study but one of the caretakers stopped him.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Galen quitely.

He hoped they didn't find out about his little nightly detour.

"The man who comes to us today wants to adopt older children. You might have a chance to get a family. You are a good kid after all Galen." said the caretaker and smiled at the boy.

Galen nodded and headed after the kids to the common area. He doubts that he will get chosen but he never disobeyed his caretakers. Unless you count his adventures at night. When Galen reached the common room the stranger was already in another room, probably talking to a kid. Uneasiness pooled into the boy's stomach. He didn't like meeting with someone he didn't even see beforehand. He walked towards an old bookshelf that held no more than 5 books and randomly took one off. The title said: How is it made? Car edition. Galen didn't exactly have an interest. He found everything equally interesting especially if it's new to him. The boy started reading, and almost forgot why he was in the common area. Almost.

"That's some interesting book you got there kid. What's your favourite car?" the voice that clearly called out to Galen was foreign to the boy.

When he looked up, he saw a tall well built man with mid length brown hair and bright blue eyes. He had a scar on the right side of his face that crossed his right eye. He wore a simple brown shirt and black jeans. He was in his mid 30's, Galen guessed because of the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes when he smiled at him.

"I don't necessarily have a favourite. But I like to read about more complex cars, they have much more new information." answered Galen truthfully.

The man before him smiled again, this time wider than before.

"What's your name kid?"

"Galen. Galen Marek."

"Nice to meet you Galen. My name is Anakin Skywalker." said Anakin and reached his hand out for a handshake.

Galen eyed him for a second before shaking his hand. The man sat down beside him and looked at the picture that Galen was looking at. A red pick up truck that was cut in half, showing it's inside to the reader.

"An old model huh." murmed Anakin.

Galen nodded and took note of the man's curiosity in cars. He looked at the book with knowing eyes as if he understood everything that was written down and more.

"Do you like reading Galen?" came the second question.

"I suppose. It's a good way to learn new things."

"You must be a model student at school." chuckled Anakin.

"I have good grades indeed."

"You speak like old people do you know that?"

Galen raised a brow.

"Shouldn't you be talking to kids at the orphanage?"

"I'm doing that." said the man beside him, smile never leaving his face.

Galen sighed and finally turned his full attention to the man.

"I'm 15 years old and my parents died in a car crash when I was only 2 years old. I have good grades I don't have any behavioural issues. I like to read and I'm rather reserved and quiet. And that's all." said Galen.

It didn't go unnoticed when Anakin winced at the mention of the car crash. However he was quick to school his pained expression.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your parents."

"It's okay it was...a long time ago." answered the boy quietly.

They fell into silence after that. The tension could have been cut with a knife. Galen knew he said something wrong that stirred up something in the man but didn't know what to do. Social situations were still foreign to him. Should he apologize or do nothing? He chose the first option.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." said Galen, voice barely above whisper.

The man looked surprised when he spoke up. He looked back at Galen with a small smile.

"You don't need to apologize. It's just...my wife also died in a car crash." said Anakin quietly.

He averted his gaze to the ground. Before Galen could even think about what he should do, the man spoke again.

"Right after Leia and Luke were born. We...were on our way back from the hospital when it happened." muttered Anakin mainly to himself rather than to Galen.

Galen gulped. He felt as if he was suffocating. The sad and fond tone mirrored his when he lost her. The memory was all too real. Tears were burning the corner of his eyes. He had to keep it together, he reminded himself. Galen took a deep breath before he spoke.

"I know how you feel. I'm sorry for your loss and, god I'm not good at this." he muttered the last part.

Anakin looked back up at him.

"I just...wanted to let you know you are not alone." said Galen, finally founding the right words.

Anakin nodded and put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. Galen flinched when he got touched so Anakin retracted his hand but neither of them addressed the boy's reaction. The man seemed nice to Galen however there was one thing he was curious about. As if Anakin could read his mind he said:

"Ask away."

Galen got so surprised his mouth parted a little and his eyes widened. Anakin chuckled at the reaction he got.

"It was written on your face." explained the man further.

The boy cleared his throat and approached the matter as carefully as he could.

"So uhm...you mentioned Luke and Leia. Are they your...children?"

Anakin nodded and started fishing around in his pocket. He took out his wallet which was a simple black leather wallet and opened it. Inside Galen's attention was held by two tiny pictures. On the first one he could see a beautiful young woman with brown hair and eyes. She was smiling so sweetly at the photographer so Galen assumed Anakin was the one who took the picture. On the second one he saw two small kids. They must have been around 5 or 6 years old. The little boy was also smiling it was almost like the woman's. He had bright blue eyes like Anakin and had blonde hair. The girl on his right was pouting. She was the split image of the woman Galen saw previously. Their mother.

"This is Padmé, my wife. This is Luke and Leia." said Anakin softly.

His eyes showed so much fondness. Galen decided that Anakin is a great dad.

"Sooo if you have them why do you want to adopt? I mean I don't wish to prey but it must be hard to raise them."

Anakin looked away again, hands brushing his clean face although Galen noticed the man wasn't skilled with a razor.

"It's hard to tell really. Obi-wan always tells me that I jump into a lot of things without planning. I guess this is one of those situations as well. I don't know the real answer kid, but I thought that it would be great to have a sibling for the twins. Especially for Luke, he always wanted a big brother or sister. And...maybe I'm looking for someone that could fill in the holes in our family that Padmé left but...I'm not ready. No. I'm not willing to marry anyone other than Padmé. Sooo yeah adoption it is."

Galen didn't know what to say. Which wasn't a rare occurrence. After another long silence he spoke.

"Talk to a kid called Joel. He is really sweet and kind. Dennis is also immensely kind and funny. Both of them would make a good addition to your family." Galen said who came to this conclusion.

Anakin deserves a happy family and Galen would gladly list up all the good kids he knows to help the man.

"And what about you?" asked Anakin.

"Don't you want to have a family?"

Galen opened his mouth to answer then closed it again. What is it he should say? That he wasn't good enough? That he was troublesome under all those good grades and report cards? That he was just a shell of a human, who is empty on the inside?

"I..." he began but paused.

"I don't think..." he started again but hit an obstacle once again.

"That you are worth it?" asked Anakin softly.

He asked in the same tone as he spoke about Luke, Leia and Padmé. That scared Galen and he didn't know why.

"Perhaps." said the boy finally.

"You remind me of someone I know. My big brother Obi-wan. I think you guys would be great friends if you are up for joining our rag tag family that is."

[teammaxvolume]

04 for Gamma?

A Memory That Gamma Cherishes

"Hey, you're still coming, right?"

The message on Gamma's phone sits unopened. Oh, Gamma read it, they just don't know how to answer. The question has been on their mind all morning, and time to make a decision has been running out.

"Should I go?"

There's so much that could go wrong. There could be a smaller crowd than anticipated. There could be some hateful people or pokemon, and they wouldn't be able to keep their temper in check. There could be cops there.

There could be an attack.

Gamma grabs their phone and begins to type, careful not to drag their fingers across the broken glass screen if possible. Don't need shards stuck in their thumb.

"idk"

Gamma takes a deep breath. They knew he'd reply sooner than later, might as well brace to explain themself. Sure enough, the familiar, "ding!" noise echoed in their ears, and they lifted up their phone once more.

"Cmon Gamma. Youve wanted to go to this for years. Whats the holdup??"

"Don't make fun of me for it."

"I would never" Gamma knew that was bullshit, but they were going to give him a pass this time.

"I'm scared something's gonna happen if I go. U know how people can be around here"

Oh the dreaded gray dots, signal of a message being written. The anxiety grows worse and worse every minute that passes.

"u cant be afraid to live ur life, thats how they win. thought u hated losing?"

Oh Rex really knew which buttons to push.

"This isn't the same thing as a fight in the ring."

"I know. It's more important than that, and u damn sure know that too.

We'll be walking past ur place on the way there. Lmk if u wanna come or not."

.....

Gamma stares out at the gathering crowd of people and pokemon. Seems like they didn't overestimate the number of attendees, but it's still a little overwhelming to see them all in real life. A human with a vest that says, "Volunteer," shouts instructions through a megaphone, and the crowd complies with their requests.

Gamma feels a little underdressed compared to everyone around them. There's people with glitter and makeup on their faces, flags being worn as capes, even people in full drag attire. Gamma can't help but feel a bit jealous, seeing someone with a large nonbinary flag draped over their shoulders. They want a nonbinary flag..

"You're not getting cold feet, are you Gam-Gam?" Beetle calls, the teasing nickname earning a groan from Gamma. The little Marshtomp Scolipede chuckles at their visible cringe, but a playful slap to the back of the head stops them midway. The offender, a Granbull with piercings, steps past them and puts a reassuring paw on Gamma's shoulder.

"How are you feeling?" he asks.

"I'm nervous, Rex." Gamma replies honestly.

"We're here with you." Rex says softly, as if trying not to be heard.

"Don't tell me that two of the underground's fiercest fighters are having a moment?" A high pitched voice teases, interrupting the duo. A Morgrem, perched on a Pangoro's shoulder, winks at Gamma. "You never know who might be listening, you could end up being the latest gossip!"

"You wouldn't, Roxie." Rex says. It's not a question, it's stated as a fact.

"Probably not. But Jess would!" Roxie exclaims, gently nudging the Pangoro's head, earning a laugh from Beetle and a quieter laugh from Gamma.

Jess, ignoring the tease from Roxie, fist pumps in Gamma's direction. "Seriously Gamma, you're gonna have a good time! There was sidewalk chalk last year, I know you'd go ham drawing a mural on the ground!" They enthusiastically encourage. Sidewalk chalk... not their typical medium, but Gamma makes a mental note to keep an eye out for it.

"You know, I could've painted your claws for the event," Roxie says, looking Gamma up and down. "I might have some in my bag, we could try to apply a quick coat once the parade is over."

"She painted mine pink!" Jess says, proudly showing off their claws to the group. Gamma stares at them admiringly. That specific shade of pink was a little too light for their taste, but...

"The parade's gonna start here soon," Beetle pipes in, excitedly hopping from one foot to another. "You'd better be ready for all the free mom hugs you're gonna get, Gamma!"

Gamma rolls their eyes, but honestly? Some hugs from moms didn't sound too terrible. Maybe they'd stop for one or two.

---

After the trek, which included horns from passing by cars honking at them, dirty looks from a few in the parade's path, and three stops for a hug from a kindly mother; the crowd finally dispersed at an open park. The festivities weren't over yet though, as merchants set up booths to sell their wares, food trucks lined up along the entrance, and performances were held on a large stage. The group set out a large blanket on the grass, a good distance away from the stage, but not too far as to not be able to see it.

"Just gimme like, ten minutes," Beetle said, breaking off from the group. "I wanna go talk to a Pokemon I recognized."

"In the meantime," Roxie dug through her bag for a moment before pulling out a small pouch, unzipping it and pouring the contents out onto the group's picnic blanket. "You. Need. Some. Polish!" She exclaimed, clapping with each word and singsonging the last.

"It's gotta be the hot pink," Jess suggested, holding a bottle of nail polish up to Gamma's right claw. "It screams, 'I'M VENOMOUS!'"

Gamma took in the variety of nail polish colors spread out along the blanket before agreeing that the hot pink probably was the best color for them. "This shouldn't take too long, should it?" They asked, unfamiliar with the actual process. Well, they knew the basic gist of it, but since they'd never done it before, they didn't really have a clue how long it would take.

"Just don't move around too much," Roxie says as she begins to paint, ignoring Gamma's question. Jess watches with reverent fascination, and Rex just watches the three in amusement.

"You know Gamma, I bet you'll really keep your word now." Rex says offhandedly. Gamma looks at him with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Rex gestures at Gamma's claws. "Every promise you make now is going to be a pink-y promise!" He chuckles at his own joke as the others groan.

"You're the worst." Gamma says teasingly.

"Not my fault if you don't got a sense of humor." Rex says with a shrug.

Gamma laughs and closes their eyes, feeling the cool end of summer breeze on their face. Just taking it all in. The smell of the belgian waffles being cooked in a truck nearby, the music being played on stage as a performer danced. Not gonna lie, this was nice.

"Got you something."

Beetle's voice brought Gamma out of their momentary meditation, and glanced suspiciously at the bag they had in their hands.

"Yeah? What for?" Gamma asks, trying to get a better look at the inside of the bag.

Beetle shrugs and grins, fangs fully exposed. "Your first pride. Want me to open it, since your hands are kinda..." They gesture at Gamma's claws, and receive a nod in return. Gamma braces for what kind of terrible gag gift Beetle certainly picked up. Probably a shirt with a cheesy slogan on the front, or even a hat.

Imagine Gamma's surprise when Beetle pulls out two folded up flags, one bisexual and the other nonbinary.

"I saw you staring at them with this look on your face like, 'I WANT ONE SO BAD,' so I thought I'd go grab one from a booth. Except then I didn't know which one you wanted, so I got them both. Who says you can't wear two capes huh, I'll fight em." Beetle says as they walk behind Gamma and begin to wrap the flags around their shoulders.

"Beetle..." Gamma says in awe. They were genuinely expecting something awful, but this was.... really sweet. Beetle was usually a bit of a jokester.

"Done." Beetle says, stepping back.

"Thank you. What do I owe you for these?"

Beetle makes an offended sounding noise, and exclaims, "Nothing! It's a gift, dumbass! Just don't say I never did anything for ya!"

Gamma laughs, and takes a moment to appreciate the feeling of the pride, "capes," on their back. It felt... nice. To be open about it, to be known. It's hard to explain, but Gamma felt a sense of pride and joy wearing these. Maybe they'd incorporate them into their next match entrance.

"And guess who found where the sidewalk chalk is? They have it near the kids corner!" Beetle exclaimed, pointing in its direction. "Might wanna hurry before the entire sidewalk's colored over!"

Gamma snaps to attention and sits up straight, looking towards the kids corner. They look down at their claws, now fully covered in nail polish, and decide they're good enough. They hop up and begin to race towards the sidewalk, Beetle close behind.

"Wait!" Roxie calls out, "Your claws aren't dry yet!!"

---

That day, Gamma leaves with some messy nails, a new mural picture on their phone, and two new flags to wear proudly as they step into the ring.

[originemesis]

What could he say? He was made in the image of the divine, and it was evident from his behavior that the divine had an unabashed, instinctually driven urge to serve the fattest pair of tits spines could just barely bear without the rest of the design toppling over.

Being short around her was a blessing and a curse, though it's easier to shrug off the latter when their conversations are so much more intriguing when eyeline meets nipline. If it weren't for his self smothering vestments covering him from the scrutiny she wielded with enough sharpness to screw him to a cross, then it would have been clear that she could probably describe every gruesome aspect of how she'd hide his body and he would still respond with glazed look and a 'that's hot'.

But they had business to talk, so he'd unfurl his frazzled wings to give them (and his head) a good shake to steady himself for the actual reason she was even allowed by the lead Exorcist to be traipsing around heaven. Her words aren't lost to the fragility that laid beneath the visor and his grit teeth do little fo disperse that notion when he snaps at her. "Look, bitch- I'm not soliciting you for therapy, mmk? So keep your little..." His wiggles his talons by his cheek, animating just how flat her attempt fell before it could sink in and start gnawing away at his thoughts. "game of judgemental janga a solo round. I got my own towers to toppel."

Her threat is noted with a snort and a lukewarm shrug, his own talons tucking into the hint of pockets on either side of his robes which he lifts just so the hem doesn't trip him when he shifts to maneuver himself to face flanks with the other original creation rather than head on, though their symmetry ended at the rib...or lack thereof. Head bowed slightly into the adjustment, he waited at the edge of her sentiment as if wondering if the plunge was really worth it in the end. Not that he wasn't already halfway down.

"Well not to sound archaic unironically, buuut...they know not what we do ~ " It's a weighty enough statement for him to place on the metaphorical gambling table between them, feathers fanning like a royal flush. "All seraphim eyes are on the exterminations, but as far as the infestation..." A snap of teeth and a sideways look up at her signals a soured note.

"So chillax. They won't have to go slaughtering hellborn for a while with all those new souls to cull, now- will they?" And he knew full well what hellborn she had an interest in preserving. Stock she couldn't see plummet like that loser she'd left with. "Speaking of, you're gonna need to fill out a lot of orders this year. Went ham on the last batch~"

Being the first woman did have its advantages. She was what most men idolized and strived for when mortal...Despite her vicious demeanor and willingness to rip your fucking head off and consume it whole, she was the ideal lady. She could easily reach near enough to tear Adam apart if she so desired, a feeling that lingered as she assumed he would not fight her back if the need arose.

How could he possibly resist her?

Sure, he probably harbored some ill feelings due to her pretty much ditching his sorry ass into the McDonald's dumpster like he was a pervert jacking off behind it, cat-calling anything with what looked like breasts. He was not discriminating, and neither was his stamp collection of STDs, which he most likely never disclosed to the hapless females he persuaded to sleep with him.

They must have been smoking crack to even contemplate such a barbarian of a man since he did not have much to offer, save maybe genital warts.

Guess it could be a type of decoration, his claim on anything between the legs as lowly as he was. The first man arrived with the first infections... Had he not?

Oh, poor Eve, made from a portion of him. It is not surprising that he would mess around with something formed of him! Truth be told, it was surprising the man hadn't come from Alabama... The good old, 'She didn't look like my family member from behind.'

" Is this how you perceive yourself? How....Sad. I believe you require some type of use to feel significant and not so little."

A pinch of the fingers as she taunted him; it might have been about anything. Scoffing herself, she pursed her lips at him. In comparison, he was a little guy, and while Lucifer himself was small, he had the talent to compensate. The old devil's tongue saved Satan from a lot of things.

" Adam. I advise you to keep your tongue; I do not want anything to happen to you during our transaction. Must I remind you how fast I would have you on your hands and knees, bottom-up? "

Words to shut him down instantly. However, he most likely loved it, so the threat was somewhat ineffective. " In that regard, how are you...? Hm.. How is the situation progressing? Have you followed every rule? "

Oh, absolutely, she stopped herself from saying 'coming' because his infantile baby crap mentality could not handle it!

[myuninterestinglifestory]

Here's Your Beer

Gareth Emerson x gn!reader

I got this idea from Gilmore Girls...

Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, Gareth being an ass (sorry)

Gareth had brought girls home after the latest Corroded Coffin gig. You, Jeff, and him shared an apartment and, to be honest, you were a little upset about all of the attention Gareth was getting, despite being his best friend. Nobody knew about your crush on him. You only recently found out yourself about it after the event at lunch the other day.

"That's right, ladies," Gareth grinned at the two girls at the table. He looked up and impatiently signalled you.

"What can I get you?" Your voice had an impatient lilt to it and the girls immediately caught on.

"I will be ordering for these two lovely ladies," Gareth teasingly touched one of the girls' arms. "Maisie here will have a ham sandwich, lettuce, no mayo. Right?" Maisie giggled.

"Is that a yes?" You asked, irritated.

"That's a yes. And Sasha will have a hamburger, right, babe?" Sasha smiled. "And I will have a cheeseburger, lots of fries, please." Gareth knew that since you worked at the diner and the two of you were super close, you'd give him free fries because you always overcompensated for fries anyway.

"Just fries for you, right?"

"Uh, no?"

"It's just a friends and family discount."

"Well, yeah, I'm your friend."

"But I don't know them, so you can't share your fries with them."

"But they're my fries, Y/n. If you just give me the fries, I won't tell anyone."

"Yeah, no."

"Come on, stop being a bitch!" Gareth laughed as if he'd just said the funniest thing ever. The girls laughed, looking at you expectantly.

"Gare, I said no."

"Fine." Gareth stood up from his chair and gestured to Maisie and Sasha. "We'll go somewhere else."

"Fine!" You watched as they left, then sat down at the bar and tossed your order pad into the empty sink. "Shit."

Sasha came back in and stood next to you. "Sorry, we didn't know."

In addition to being hurt and irritated, she had made you confused as well. Did you have feelings for your best friend? Probably, but why hadn't you realized before?

Gareth came back into the kitchen, leaving Jeff at the mercy of two new girls who's names you doubted you'd learn.

"Grab me a couple of beers, Y/n, won't'cha?" Gareth asked, stopping to grab a handful of chips.

"Oh, sure," You opened the fridge and got the cans, then turned around, finding yourself staring into his face. You took a deep breath. "Gareth, I like you. As more than a roommate, as more than a best friend. I really like you. Here's your beer." You then turned and walked to your room.

Gareth, flabbergasted, took the cans from your hands and stared at the place you had been. He went back into the living room and handed the girls the beers as their hands danced teasingly up and down his arms. "I need some air."

[kalinara]

As sympathetic as I am to Nate, there’s one idea that I immediately and categorically reject, which is that Ted is in any way at fault for Nate’s downward spiral or what Nate did to him.

I understand where Nate is coming from, in a sense.  Initially, he had a lot of Ted’s warm and nurturing attention.  Eventually, he didn’t have as much attention anymore and he felt abandoned.

Now of course, Ted had a lot of things occupying him in season two.  Particularly his own mental health.  But even if he hadn’t, Ted never “abandoned” Nate.  Nate grew up.

Or at least, he was supposed to.

When Higgins talked to Keeley, he had that great line about “a good mentor hopes you will move on, a great mentor knows you will.”

And that’s true for Nate and Ted as well.  As far as Ted knew, Nate HAD moved on.  He became a coach rather than a kit man.  He’s one of the folks in charge now.  He’d grown.  And even if Nate is a little more heavy handed than Ted is, (we saw Ted gently intervene to give Will the afternoon off, and his nonplussed reaction to “we could show him his paycheck”), that doesn’t mean that Nate is having a hard time.  People are different.  And well, as Make Rebecca Great Again showed us, sometimes Ted wants/needs Nate to be the hardass that Ted can’t be.

We talk about Ted’s “microaggressions” against Nate, and I think the show did a good job of showing how and why they got to Nate.  But it’s important to remember that Ted doesn’t know what we know.

Ted’s laughter at Nate volunteering to be the “big dog” wasn’t meant maliciously.  Ted would have laughed the same way if Nate had suggested Ted himself be the “big dog”.  From Ted’s perspective, of course, there’s nothing wrong with not being a big dog.  This is a guy who is very happy to be a panda among lions.  He doesn’t know that Nate wants desperately to be a lion.  And he looks like he feels terrible when he realizes.

The other microaggressions are simply normal things that people do.  Sometimes thoughtlessly.  Ted didn’t hug Beard when Jamie made that kick in the Signal either, because Roy was the one who made the call.  (Nate probably WOULD have gotten a hug after park the bus, if Ted wasn’t in really bad shape.)  And well, we KNOW where Nate’s picture is.

Ted never told anyone what he was going through.  If he did, maybe they’d understand.  But Nate never told anyone what HE was going through either.  Keeley knew about the restaurant, but only as an isolated incident.  Beard knew about the Colin situation, but again, only as an isolated incident.  There was no reason for anyone to know how deeply Nate was spiralling.

Nate’s fall does not represent ANY kind of failure on Ted’s part, whether personally or philosophically.  It happened because people are people, and they have their own issues and pain that unfortunately sometimes intersect in really awful ways.

I know we’re all kind of doomsaying Nate’s time as head coach of West Ham, but maybe it will be an opportunity for growth instead.  Maybe without the constant reminder of having been weak, bullied and dismissed, he’ll actually shine. Maybe without that history, he can be the mentor and guide to his new players in the way he couldn’t at Richmond.

Either way, it’s still not Ted’s fault, damnit.

[foreveranevilregal]

Can I request a NSFW prompt with Pepa loving Felix being rough and so he just goes ham on her and she ends up needing to sneak an arepa from the kitchen because of the hickeys and bites on her neck and collar bone?

Please understand that this idea has been living in my head rent free since I saw it. What's it like having such an enormous brain?

It was a quiet evening. Dinner had wrapped up, and now everyone was just sitting around the table and talking. People had been relying on the Madrigals for help far less after they had lost, and subsequently regained, their gifts. They had much more time to relax now, and they took full advantage of that fact.

Eventually, the drone of insects filling the air and the warm summer breeze started to lull people to sleep. Julieta was the first to retreat, mumbling apologies through soft yawns hidden behind her hand, followed immediately by her husband. This gave Luisa an opening to leave, citing the need to be well-rested for tomorrow. One by one, the others trickled out over the next couple hours.

Once the table had emptied somewhat, Félix took the opportunity to be bolder in his affection towards Pepa. The hand that held hers throughout dinner traveled to her knee, resting there briefly before moving up her leg. His fingertips traced designs on the inside of her thigh, getting perilously close to her core, before circling away just as her breath hitched. He would much rather have gone upstairs with her immediately to satisfy his urges, but somehow, there was never a good moment to go.

Besides, Pepa was nowhere near ready to head out. She hadn’t spent so much time with her family in ages and was relishing the chance. Plus, she had always been kind of a night owl. Quiet nighttime hours always cleared her head of worries. Whether those late nights were a good idea in the morning was a different story. Despite the desire starting to build in her belly, she didn’t want to part with her family just yet.

Félix kept up his teasing, watching the others filter out over the course of the night, keeping his touches light; enough to tempt and nothing more. He could see the want burning in her eyes, unaccompanied by her usual cloak of foggy humidity. Losing her gift had been a blessing in disguise for Pepa. For once, she had been free to really feel her feelings and process them. When her gift returned, she was able to exercise more control over it.

She gave him a sidelong glance, lips curving up in a seductive smile. She knew full well what he was doing. How he was planning to make her come undone. But she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of undoing her in front of others. That sight was reserved only for him.

The wait was agonizing for Félix. He longed to just yank her up out of her chair, drag her upstairs, and take her hard and fast. But he had to be patient, wait until a few more people left, until it was just Bruno and Alma keeping them company at the table. Catching Pepa’s eye, he gave her leg a gentle squeeze.

As though she was waiting for his signal, she covered her mouth in a yawn. Maybe it was a bit exaggerated, but she had to be convincing. “It’s getting late,” she murmured, hoping she sounded sleepy. “We should head up for the night.” She laced her fingers with Félix’s after prying his hand off her leg.

“We should,” he agreed, standing up and pulling her up with him. It was really testing his self-control to not just tear into her on the spot.

Alma nodded. “Buenas noches.” She pushed back her chair and stood. “I should go too. Brunito, aren’t you going to bed?” she addressed the lone Madrigal still sitting at the table.

He shook his head. “Not yet. Spent a lot of time cooped up inside that wall. I kind of want to enjoy the fresh air a little longer.”

“Don’t stay up too late, mi niño.” She pressed a gentle kiss to his hair and headed up to her bedroom.

Pepa and Félix followed her inside, holding hands and hoping their excitement wasn’t too visible. “Good night, Bruno,” they called out, wanting to be polite, but he wasn’t listening. He seemed too enraptured with the stars twinkling in the sky.

They ran up the stairs haphazardly, practically tripping over each other’s feet in their attempt to reach their bedroom sooner. As soon as they were inside, Félix backed Pepa up into the door, closing it in the process, then turned the lock. For a moment, they just stood there, giddy from the exhilaration of their escape.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he admitted, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear and pressing his body into hers.

Her eyes blazed as they locked onto his. “Well? What are you still waiting for?”

That was all he needed. Effortlessly, he pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, attacking her mouth with his own.

They kissed hungrily, messily, swept up in the whirlwind. He bucked his hips into her, causing the door to shake and picture frames on the walls to rattle. Her resulting moan reverberated through the kiss.

“Easy,” she warned. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath.

“Since when have you ever wanted easy?” His hand trailed down to her leg, wrapping around the back of her thigh and caressing the clothed flesh before bringing it up and hooking it around his side. The new position allowed him to get even closer to her, his middle right up against her overheated core. Drunk on the feeling, he bucked his hips into her again, harder this time.

A wanton moan tore through her throat as she rolled her hips over him, desperately seeking friction. “Do-Dolores,” she panted out, keeping up her motions mindlessly.

“Can control her gift better, just like you,” he pointed out. Though Pepa wasn’t controlling it very well right now; swaths of humidity surrounding them as they finally surrendered themselves to the passion they had been craving. Making Pepa unravel like that was his absolute favorite. All her life, she’d had it drilled into her head that she had to keep her emotions in check, rein in what she was feeling. With him, she could be free.

She chewed her lip, mulling over his point. “Even if she’s not listening, I’m pretty sure the rest of the house will hear us if we keep rattling the walls.” Which didn’t exactly hamper her enjoyment of his more aggressive actions, but it would be a very awkward conversation to have in the morning.

By this point, his mouth had drifted down to her neck, peppering kisses down the column and biting lightly at the taut skin of her decolletage. He could feel her hands twitching in his grasp, but with her wrists pinned up like that, she was entirely at his mercy.

She gasped at the feeling of teeth on her skin, scraping over her collarbone and sending a jolt straight to her core. When they had first gotten married, he was so hesitant to be rough with her, but as soon as he saw how much she loved it, he got as into it as she was. The hard wooden door pressed uncomfortably against her back, parting the fog of arousal clouding over her mind. She wasn’t as young as she used to be, and she’d feel it the next day if they stayed here. “Take me to bed,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him suggestively.

Instantly, her other leg was wrapped around his waist and he carried her over to the bed, tossing her down on the mattress like a rag doll. Seeing her spread out on the bed like this- hair coming loose from its tight braid, eyes hooded, squirming for more, no doubt soaked for him…it did things to him. He thanked God every day for giving him such a wonderful wife. “I’ve been imagining you like this all day. All spread out, trapped underneath me, ready for me to take you,” he growled, climbing over her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, feeling the warmth of his body emanating so close to her, knowing he must be as ready as she was. “So what are you still waiting for?” she challenged. “Take me.”

Their clothes flew off in a flurry, landing in various piles scattered across the room. There was no time for teasing tonight. They’d done enough of that earlier. No more delaying their gratification.

He slipped a finger between her folds, gathering her wetness and bringing it to his mouth. He loved tasting her. Making a goddess like that come undone with just his mouth made him feel so powerful. Normally he’d indulge in worshiping her body far longer than he did, but he just couldn’t wait anymore. He was so hard, he had to have her right now. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his own as he sank inside her.

Feeling him enter, she cried out, canting her hips to take him in deeper. His tongue had delved into her mouth, and she could taste herself on it, driving her even wilder. She ran her now freed hands over his back, sticking slightly to skin dampened with sweat and humidity. Heavy fog swirled over them as she just became utterly lost in pleasure.

He thrusted into her hard, bottoming out every time. His mouth departed from hers, returning to its previous spot on her neck, sucking the skin until a small bruise started forming, then moved over a bit and repeated the process. Soon, purple-blue splotches littered her fair skin. The effect was striking. Félix took a moment to admire his handiwork before he felt her hands pushing his head back down on her chest.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned, her hips moving of their own accord to meet his thrusts. Was there anything that man’s mouth couldn’t do? Flirt, charm, say sweet nothings, sing, give her earth-shattering pleasure…

Which was what he was devoting it to now. She was so needy, whispered pleas for “más, por favor, ¡así!” falling from her lips, and all he wanted to do was give her whatever she wanted. He latched onto her collarbone, sucking for a bit before biting down roughly right over the bone, rendering her incoherent.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he sucked and bit across delicate skin. Every tinge of pain was soon soothed away, his tongue laving each and every abused spot he had left. She adored when he got into this kind of mood, giving her just the right amount of pain to ratchet up her pleasure, building faster and faster. All she needed to tumble over the edge was just a little bit more. “So close…please…” she begged, squeezing her walls around him for emphasis.

Who was he to deny her? He’d have given her the moon if she asked for it. Just plucked it right out of the sky for her. He knew he was close too, after burying himself in her warm, wet core. His teeth closed over one of her nipples, tugging on it as his thumb worked furious circles on her clit.

And then it happened. Between his teeth and his hands, the pleasure consumed her, burning her up until she couldn’t stand it anymore. Her peak came suddenly, heralded by a keening wail, her walls clamping down around him and triggering his own peak.

He kept going through it, riding out the high as her walls milked him dry, continuing until he just couldn’t take the stimulation anymore. Carefully, he withdrew from her.

She hissed as he scraped her overly sensitized insides. The whole experience had been so intense, over so quickly that she was dazed, a hazy aura surrounding everything. Sleep would soon pull her under. “Te amo,” she whispered, giving him a sweet kiss and succumbing to sleep shortly after.

Despite her exhaustion, she found herself awaking in the middle of the night. The moon illuminated the room with a soft white glow breaking up the darkness. Although having Félix hold her in his arms helped, she still wasn’t always able to sleep through the night. For once, her mind was quiet, but her pounding heart hadn’t gotten the message.

Not wanting to wake Félix, she rose out of bed quietly, slipping on her nightgown to go take a walk and calm herself. The fabric was soft but stung as it came over her neck and chest. Her fingers prodded where his teeth had explored, causing her to wince. He hadn’t been that rough with her, had he?

Thankfully, she could expect the bathroom to be empty at this late hour. Examining her reflection shocked her: a series of nasty-looking bruises and bite marks were strewn over her neck and chest, standing out quite dramatically. There was no way she’d be able to cover all of them up. Félix had gotten carried away, but in his defense, she hadn’t minded. Really, the only people who would, they wouldn’t see until breakfast…

So she had to fix it before then. She snuck down to the kitchen, gritting her teeth to keep quiet as her nightgown rubbed over bruised flesh. Julieta kept a reserve of emergency food here somewhere…

“Aha!” she exclaimed triumphantly, fishing an arepa out of a covered basket. Soon her skin would be unblemished and there would be no embarrassing questions in the morning.

Suddenly, she heard rustling behind her. Startled, she turned around to see Bruno standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.

“Pepa? What are you doing here?” he asked so sleepily it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out on the spot.

“I- what are you doing here?” she turned the question around on him anxiously, adjusting her nightgown to cover more of her chest. “Haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

But the gesture only drew more attention to where she had been marked. Bruno’s eyes trailed over the many marks, widening at the sheer number. “Couldn’t sleep. Seems like you weren’t doing much sleeping either.” He pointed his lips at her exposed skin.

Face burning up, Pepa crossed her arms over her chest, still clutching the arepa. “That’s none of your business.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” He held up his hands in defeat. “But…Pepi…” His jaw dropped as his sleepy brain worked to process what he was seeing.

Pepa decided she’d had enough. “‘But, Pepi’ nothing. Go to bed, Bruno.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Kind of been having a hard time adjusting to being back home, sleeping in a real bed.” He blinked blearily, eyes still glued in horror to his sister’s neck. “You sure you’re okay?”

Pepa wasn’t sure which one of them was more mortified by the encounter. She really didn’t need her brother knowing what she got up to in bed. Needless to say, she didn’t dignify the question with a response.

Meanwhile, he had started hyperventilating and clung to the doorway. This awkward spell had to end.

“This never happened.” Pepa stared Bruno down, biting into the arepa and chewing it slowly.

“This never happened,” he repeated dutifully, shrinking into himself and looking like he wanted to disappear off the face of the earth.

She finished the arepa, licking the crumbs off her fingers, then prodded at her neck, which felt less bruised.

“One more ought to do it.”

“Why are you talking?” Pepa glared at him balefully.

“Just trying to help.” He shrugged.

“You can help by leaving and never speaking of this again,” she huffed, taking a second arepa out of the basket.

“Okay, okay.” He shifted his weight from foot to foot, scratching his head nervously. “Pepa?”

“Yes, Bruno?” she replied around a mouthful of arepa.

“It’s nice to be home.” He gave her a small smile.

She closed her eyes, sighing, willing herself not to blow up on him. “I’m glad you’re back, Bruno,” she said, keeping her tone measured. “Not so thrilled about you being here right now though.”

“Believe, me, I’m not either,” he rushed to assure her.

“And yet you’re still standing here.”

“Right, right.” He backed out of the doorway, looking terrified.

Pepa returned her attention to polishing off the second arepa. A few quick swipes over her skin told her she was healed. Sighing in relief, she could look at him again.

When she saw the look on his face, Pepa softened. “Get some sleep, Bruno. You look like you need it.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Thanks, I’ll try. Good night, Pepa.”

“Good night, Bruno.”

[mountswhore]

Hi! Lvoe your writing so much:) could you do one where you are insecure/upset because you’re not really his usual type and he comforts you

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 — mason mount

summary: mason usually goes for someone who looks the polar opposite of you, but that doesn't mean he can't go for you

notes: requests are currently closed, they'll open again when my requests are all answered :)

“Are you ready for tonight?” Mason questioned, hands pressed firmly to your hips as you stood opposite the mirror. The pair of you were getting ready for Declan’s 23rd birthday party. And boy, does he love a night out. Mason knew that you’d choose anything over a night out, but he also knew you’d agree to this because Declan meant a lot to him, which means Declan meant a lot to you.

“Yeah, just going to touch up my makeup once more and I’ll be right down,” you replied, smoothing your palms over your curls, watching as they grazed your shoulders. Mason pressed his lips to the side of your head, humming at your reflection in the mirror, before leaving the room.

“Cab should be here in 15 minutes, doll.” He reminded you, his voice trailing off as he walked downstairs. If you were being honest, you weren’t ready for tonight at all. It would be hours of watching Mason interact with his friends, greeting girlfriends of his friends, and bumping into people you barely knew and pretending to know them. This wasn’t your idea of fun in the slightest, but if it meant Declan and Mason could have a good night, then so be it.

You’d swiped the wand of lip gloss over your lips, still not impressed with your appearance, but you’d given up before you ripped your clothes off and got back into bed. Mason was waiting by the front door, one hand in the pocket of his ridiculously expensive jacket, and the other holding his phone. When he heard your heel on the floor of the foyer, he looked up and you caught the blush on his face. He looked anywhere but your eyes to hide it, and yet you still managed to see how flustered he was.

“You look out of this world,” he mumbled against your lips, quickly kissing you and wiping away the lip gloss that was attached to his lips with a giggle, “come on, let’s get you in that cab. Gonna have to keep an eye on you.” He always knew how to make you blush, grabbing your hand and leading you out to the cab that was patiently waiting for you both.

The club was heaving, barely containing the people inside. But Mason kept a firm grip on your hand at all times, leading you to Declan’s booth. He was surrounded by West Ham teammates as well as some of the England squad, all looking the pair of you up and down. You felt immediately out of place, like you didn’t belong in the vicinity of these football stars, and the girls that eagerly waited behind them. The girls all looked the same, leggy and blonde, gorgeous eyes, and puckered lips. They were truly stunning, but you felt like the odd one out.

Shaking it off as nerves, you told Mason you’d be at the bar. You sat on one of the stools, flagging down the bartender and ordering your usual, feeling a presence behind you. It felt awful, nothing like the feeling you get when Mason is behind you and ready to frighten you. This was different.

This man sat down beside you, raising his eyebrows quickly and throwing his drink back. “Come here often?”

You shook your head, keeping your gaze away from this man, trying to hold your breath so you didn’t have to breathe in his horrible aftershave. He slammed his glass down onto the bar twice, as if it were some kind of special signal for the bartender. The vibes you were getting made you shudder, just hoping Mason would be standing behind you and watching this.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like the type,” the man replied, and you didn’t know whether to be offended or not, “I like that though, you’re not like the girls in this club, you’re not on their level.” Okay, surely this was an insult, you thought. Your head whipped round to the booth, trying to find Mason through the sea of bodies that separated you, only to see him laughing with Declan and two other girls. Two of those gorgeous, leggy blondes.

It hurt worse than this strange man’s words, but you grabbed your drink and stood up, looking for someone you knew. Not Mason, not Declan, maybe Jesse? You saw him sitting in the booth with some other England boys, laughing away at something. It didn’t feel awkward to approach him, as you’d known him for a while. You sat beside him, staring back at the strange man, who kept his gaze on you. Jesse had noticed and swapped seats with you, so you were now sandwiched between him and Raheem.

“You okay, where’s Mase?” Jesse asked, leaning closer to your ear so you could hear him over the music. You gestured to the booth behind you, pointing out Mason laughing way too hard with these girls. You refused to look over again, not wanting to break your own heart. Jesse gave you a sympathetic look, pulling you in tighter to him and handing you the bottle that sat in the center of the table. “Have some, you’ll feel much better.”

So you did, pouring half into your cup and sipping it, listening to the boys talk about whatever. Mason joked, before you left, that he’d have to keep an eye on you. And yet here was was, he hadn’t even looked at you since you stepped into the club. More focused on Declan and the two girls between them. It’s like you didn’t even exist.

The night had lost it’s fun — no longer finding an interest in the conversation the boys were having. You’d gotten through a lot of the expensive bottle that now resided beside Jesse, who said you weren’t allowed to drink anything else. The club was blurred, your vision hazed due to the alcohol in your system. You wanted nothing more than to just go home, curl up in bed, and either cry or sleep… or both.

“Jess,” you slurred, your head on his shoulder as he laid back in the booth, “can you call an Uber? I don’t want to be here anymore.” He just nodded, grabbing his phone and pressing a few buttons, all whilst Jack had helped you out of the booth and outside. You could barely stand for yourself, so you were leaning on him as you walked, Mason catching sight of the pair of you.

You hadn’t even realised, instead, you’d thrown yourself into the Uber and slumped against the window, Jack confirming where you were going with the driver. You waved at him as the car began rolling forward, taking you home. It had been all smiles until you’d gotten back into your house, collapsing beside the stairs, coincidentally, in front of a mirror.

You were sobbing, even as Mason walked through the door half an hour later. He planned on confronting you, asking you why you were being so cozy with someone who’s in a relationship. Sasha was there with him, you and her were the closest girlfriends, and she didn’t care if her boyfriend was helping you walk to a taxi. She knew you’d never do that to her, just like she wouldn’t do that to you. But he saw you curled up and crying opposite the mirror, and he no longer held on to the hurt he felt. It was just sympathy, wanting to make sure you were okay.

“Bubs,” he whispered, voice cracking slightly as he held you close to his chest, your tears were far from stopping, “what’s up?”

You couldn’t find the words to say, how would you have this conversation with him? You just kept crying, gripping tightly onto the fabric of Mason’s shirt. He couldn’t do much but hold you, stroking your hair out of your face. What had happened between the few hours you were there?

“Talk to me, please bubs,” he instructed softly, holding your face to look up at him, but you avoided his eyes, “tell me what’s happening.” Your bottom lip was quivering, trying to find the words to say. You didn't want him to worry about you, but you were hurting inside after tonight. It was a storm that had been brewing for a while, and tonight set it off completely.

"I'm not your type, I've seen your exes. They all look the opposite to me, even the girls in the club were your type." You cried, barely having a hold on your voice. Mason just listened to you as you let out your insecurities, rubbing circles into your back as you spoke, "why did you go for me? I'm not blonde, I don't have long and gorgeous legs, I'm nowhere near their level. Why did you want me?"

It did sting to be doubted after being together for almost a year now, but this wasn't about him. "You want to know why I chose you? Because you're gorgeous, in more ways than physical. I fancied you because you were hilarious, always making me and the boys laugh. You're so caring to me and my family. You're so great with my niece. You're out of this world beautiful, Y/N. So what if my exes were blonde? It doesn't mean you're not my type. What I have with you is more important to me than looks, even though you're stunning. There's not a person I would chose over you, believe me."

He had his way with words, a smile forming on your face that you just couldn't hide. His hands were now on your cheeks, lips pressed onto yours. "If I have to spend the rest of my days proving to you how gorgeous you are to me, so be it. You're the only one for me, Y/N, the only girl in the world right now."

"Thank you," you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he lifted you up. He'd carried you to your room, unzipping your dress slowly as you laid on the bed and looked at him. His gaze didn't pull away from yours at all, he was so in love with you and you could see it.