#I somehow didn't even see this ask come in last night and just discovered it today OOPS

[prince-liest]

I am haunting your asks

oooo-OOOOOO-ooooo…

…do you have any Alastor-centered whump fics brewing?

HAHA, not currently! Or... kind of? I have a Mimzy & Alastor fic I'm contemplating, but it's not really whump so much as it is several ill-advised decisions made in the pursuit of friendship and compulsory heterosexuality/amatonormativity that end up making him deeply uncomfortable.

Once I got past my knee-jerk SHE RUINED THE SONG! reflexes (and honestly, even then, I had to admit she put her entire LUNGS into that solo), I really began to love Mimzy as a character. I think her presence in Alastor's life and the ways they interact with each other are really telling and I want to excavate their relationship more. Also she's charming as fuck and I love her.

ETA: ANON, I LIED, BIRD REMINDED ME THAT I THINK THE NEXT 666 (#6) PROBABLY COUNTS AS ALASTOR WHUMP.

[sunvmars]

bitter sweet | s.r.

pairing: steve rogers x fem/afab reader

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word count: 2.8k

warnings: obv swearing, pregnancy/pregnant reader, some angst that's mainly reader trying to cover up hidden emotions

summary: you've grown to resent steve after a breakup and give him the cold shoulder for weeks. you soon discover you're pregnant and show back up on his doorstep to tell him the news.

a/n: definitely turning this into a series if it gains enough traction!

It was a warm summer evening like any other when Steve had asked you to come straight home after work, insisting he had something important to talk about. You had entered your shared apartment with expectations of a nice dinner or a movie night. Considering Steve was always one for suspension, surprise plans and at-home date nights weren't unusual.

You set your purse down on the table by the front door before sinking into your favorite recliner. The setting sun cast a glow amongst the living room that you greatly appreciated, although it was a glow that was far too beautiful to be wasted on that night.

"Steve! I'm home!"

Only a few seconds after you'd called out had he come, practically, running. He came to sit on the couch, only a few feet away, his expression conflicted.

"I missed you today," you said.

You beamed at your fiancé, simply happy to see him after another shitty work day. While you were an Avenger, you stuck to mainly office work when you had no missions.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "Y/n, honey, I think we need to talk."

Your heart sank, and a lump formed in your throat. You knew Steve like the back of your hand, and every time he has said the words "we need to talk," it's never been good.

"Is Buck sneaking over to eat all of our sweets again? I thought you talked to him about that," you joked in an attempt to lighten the tension.

"Funnily enough, no, he hasn't done that in a few days."

"Well, don't jinx it."

He chuckled briefly. His hands ran over his face as he sighed, and his broad shoulders relaxed.

"I've been thinking- a lot," he began, avoiding your gaze. "Baby, you know I love you, right?"

You hummed, giving him a nod that allowed him to continue.

"I love you, but..."

As soon as you had heard the "but," you tuned out. Whether it was by choice, or whether your mind and heart already knew what he was going to say and were just saving you the extra heartbreak, you weren't sure. You did, however, catch the last part of it. And luckily, the last part was all you needed to hear from him.

"I can't allow this to continue. I'm no good for you, y/n. I can't be the man you need or deserve right now. It's not fair to keep you waiting while I'm still trying to figure out what I want."

Your brows furrowed as your body started becoming tense. "What...?" you muttered.

It was less of a question and more of you thinking aloud, vocalizing your confusion. Unless you were a completely oblivious idiot, things between the two of you were fine yesterday, and every day before that for the last two years. He sighed, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes were filled with regret that you somehow missed.

"I... I can't take the risk anymore. I need to focus on my responsibilities and protecting the world. It's just... I can't let my personal life get in the way of my promise to the world."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away before they could fall. You had the same job, so how could the man who had proposed only a few months ago just now, after two years, decide he couldn't make this work because of his job? Either way, that man didn't deserve your tears, so you wouldn't waste them on him. You stood quickly, not bothering to look back at him as you made your way towards the door.

"Y/n? Where are you going? Please say something, baby-"

"Don't! You don't get to call me that anymore," you snapped, finally allowing yourself to show some sort of emotion. "Just...stop. There's nothing else to say."

His eyes widened a little at your sudden outburst. You picked up your purse and keys hastily. Your fingers fidgeted with the keys for a moment, then you started sliding your house key off your keychain. It was then that you decided to speak again before he got the chance to, not caring to hear another word from him.

"I'll have someone come get my stuff tomorrow; do whatever you want with the apartment, as long as you don't have to contact me to do it."

"Y/n," he spoke with softened, glossy eyes, "please, just stay until you find somewhere else to go. This is your home too, I-"

"There's too much of you, well, what used to be us, here," you stated plainly as you placed your key on the table. "Where I go isn't your problem anymore anyway."

A sigh escaped your lips as you slung your purse over your shoulder. You turned to face him one last time as you stood in the doorway.

"Oh, and one more thing," you say, "You are a fucking coward, Steven Grant Rogers."

The door slammed behind you. And what you'd left behind was a deeply regretful, and utterly stupid, Steve sitting alone on the couch in the apartment you once shared.

That was almost two months ago, and your heart had not allowed you to heal at all. As if seeing Steve in passing at work wasn't painful enough, now you had an important mission coming up tomorrow, and being chosen to go with him was inevitable. Or at least you thought it was inevitable. It had all started earlier in the morning with a rotten egg- an actual rotten egg, that is.

You were baking cookies for Bucky, fully aware of how much he'd miss your baked goods for the next week or two you would be gone. Over the time that you and Steve had dated and been engaged, you'd gotten pretty close with the brunette. He was equally supportive of both of you during the breakup. Though he did lay into Steve for leaving you. Bucky knew there was more to it than his job; both of you had the same job for Christ's sake, but he didn't push his friend for answers—at least not yet.

With one gentle motion, you cracked the egg on the side of your metal bowl. However, this egg had a smell to it. You brought it closer to your face to observe and smell it. What a horrible mistake, though, because as soon as you inhaled the sickening, sulfur-like scent, it made your stomach turn. But instead of going back to normal, you gagged. The scent was lingering longer than any other scent you'd ever smelled, almost as if you were permanently damned to having the smell stuck in your nostrils.

Then the hot stomach acid started coming up, and it was coming fast, signaling you needed a trashcan now. You bolted towards the nearest bathroom, preferring to take a chance on making a mess in a hallway rather than the kitchen. You passed Steve and Bucky on your way there, both men stopping dead in their tracks to watch as you ran into the bathroom only a few feet behind them.

"Huh," Steve mumbled, his heart throbbing at the sight of you.

"Sometimes I get sick when I look at you too, punk."

Bucky chuckled at his own joke, earning a glare from Steve.

"Go check on her for me, please."

"Always. But I won't keep giving you updates on her, y'know? It's not fair to her, Steve," Bucky sighed.

Steve only nodded in understanding, a smile only staying on his lips for a few seconds. He patted Bucky's back before turning on his heels and continuing on his path.

Your stomach clenched harder, and the vomit raced up your throat faster than ever. You barely got to the toilet before retching and gagging again, feeling instant relief when the bile finally came up. But then came a sudden second wave of nausea that seemed to be worse than the first. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the torture finally ended.

You stood up slowly and made your way to the sink. After tearing off a piece of paper towel, you dampened it under warm water. You wiped your mouth off with the damp napkin and threw it away before opening the door to leave.

"You okay?"

You jumped back slightly, looking over to meet piercing blue eyes. There was Bucky leaning up against the wall next to the bathroom door with his arms crossed.

"Jesus, Buck. You stalking me?"

"Stalking you? Definitely not. If I wanted to stalk someone, I'd find someone more interesting who doesn't eat half pints of vanilla bean ice cream and watch Pride and Prejudice or The Notebook every night," he jokes.

"Hey! It's how I cope and get over things; it's soothing."

"Yet you still pine over him, so how's that working out for ya?"

"...not great. Maybe I do need a new method, huh?"

The two of you exchange a laugh, and you start making your way back to the kitchen with Bucky right on your heels.

"So, are you okay?" he questions again.

"Just felt a little sick, that's all. And, hey, here's a tip: don't ever smell a rotten egg, it's not a pleasant experience," you say with a soft sigh.

He chuckles at your joke and replies, "Thank you for that. I'll remember that."

When you make it to the kitchen, he plants himself on a bar stool only a few feet away from you. You decide to continue making your cookies, holding your breath as you clean up the old egg.

"Wow, I can smell that from here. You weren't lying. That is bad."

His nose turns up and his face scrunches, earning a giggle from you. You two chat as you make the dough, and soon enough, you're finished baking. As you put the last cookies on the tray, Bucky stands up to get a closer look.

"God. Per usual, those smell amazing," he groans, reaching for one of the hot sweets.

You swat his hand away with a laugh. "Not until they're cooled down!"

He fakes a frown that makes you laugh again. You shake your head, making a 'tsk' noise at him.

"You're a menace, Buck," you joke.

He only shrugs his shoulders with a lopsided grin, then he pulls you into a hug. "Somebody has to get on your nerves. It keeps you distracted and on your feet," he teases.

"Thank you for being here for me."

Your body relaxes in his arms. You wrap your arms around his upper waist to return the sentiment. You take a deep breath and then pull away from the hug.

"How are you feeling, by the way?"

"It's almost like it never happened," you smirk.

"That's a lie, and you know it."

You're about to speak again, but close your mouth as soon as it opens. The nausea pools in your stomach again, forcing a huff out of you.

"I think I'm gonna be sick again."

"You're still feeling that bad over it?"

"No, I genuinely think I'm gonna throw up again, Buck," you say hurriedly, pushing by him to get back to the bathroom. "Put those cookies in a bag, Barnes! They're all yours!"

He chuckles and holds his thumb up in the air, even though you can't see it. "And you get yourself to the doctor, l/n."

And going to the doctor is exactly what you chose to do.

Well, almost.

You instead chose to go to the lab with Tony and Bruce, and you only decided to go after about the fourth wave of nausea that came around five hours after the first. Which is how you ended up in the lab with grippy socks on and a cold Sprite in hand as you await blood and urine test results.

"So, how are you holding up, kid?" Tony asks, his eyes glued to his computer.

"Been better, had better days."

He looks away from his computer for a moment, making eye contact with you. "I could just kill him for hurting you, and I hope you know that," he states, his voice carrying nothing but genuine honesty.

"Aw, Tony, you're just like the dad I never dreamed of having—violently overprotective and overdramatic."

Bruce chuckles, but Tony just rolls his eyes, focusing back on his computer.

"That's what I get for trying to be nice to you," Tony scoffs, trying his best to hide the smile that wants to creep onto his face.

"I'm going to take a walk, Tony. I'll be back in a few minutes," Bruce announces as he rises from his chair. "If the computer beeps, it's her results coming back."

"Got it," Tony responds plainly, entirely too distracted by something on his screen.

The computer beeps only a few minutes after Bruce walks out, indicating an update to your information. Tony swivels his chair over to the big screen and pulls up your test results. He studies them carefully, not saying a word.

"So...what's wrong with me?"

He's still silent when he turns to face you. At first, he looks shocked, but then his brows furrow and his eyes narrow ever so slightly. If you hadn't known him for as long as you have, you'd think he was judging you based on his facial expression, but you knew he wasn't. He looked conflicted and confused, almost hesitant.

"What is it, Tone? You're freaking me out here. Is it the flu? A stomach bug? Food poisoning?"

"How about a baby?"

Your jaw drops, literally. The words pool in your mind, and your brain starts feeling like it's going to explode from all the different emotions and thoughts. You start to feel sick to your stomach again but manage to push the feeling down.

"I..." you start, unable to find the words to finish.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I won't tell anyone, okay? Not even Bruce. We need to set you up with a doctor. I have an amazing one I can call to come here and-"

"I appreciate that, Tony, but I need time to think first. We'll, uhm, talk tomorrow if that's okay."

"Of course," he empathizes, a sympathetic smile tugging at his lips. "Come here, kid."

You shuffle your way into his open arms, not having the energy to return the hug. He pulls away after a few seconds and allows you to step back.

"I think I'm gonna go...or something... I don't know," you mumble, making your way towards the door.

"Hey, y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"If this is something you want, don't let him ruin it for you."

As soon as you leave the lab, it's like you're on autopilot.

Your feet took you to the downstairs office, then outside, and then to your car. When you get into your car, you tell yourself you're going to the store to grab some more ice cream. But your heart has other ideas; ideas such as Steve.

So, you drive yourself all the way to Steve's apartment, just wanting to be comforted by the familiarity for a moment. Then, somehow, you end up outside the front door of what used to be your shared space.

Your soft knock pulls Steve from the closest to sleep he's been in weeks. He curses under his breath, loathing whoever is at the door for ruining his chance at a few minutes to hours of peace.

However, that hate replaces itself with regret and adoration as soon as he opens the door to reveal your slouched-over form. Steve recognizes that look on your face, along with your body language, and it's evident that something is wrong.

As if you showing up at his door isn't surprising enough, you look up at him before letting yourself fall into his arms. He stands in shock as you lay your head on his warm and familiarly sculpted chest. Then sobs wrack through you, shaking your whole body, and that's all it takes for him to give into instinct and wrap his arms around you. The heat of his body and the feeling of his embrace provide a warming comfort as you cry into his shirt, only coaxing you further to let it all go.

One of his hands rubs your back gently while he holds you. "Y/n? What's wrong, honey? Talk to me," he coos.

You feel a tightness in your chest, a feeling that you can't put into words right now even if you tried your hardest to. In fact, all you can do is cry more as you hold tightly onto the sides of his shirt. You practically crumble into his chest, melting in his arms, and Steve understands. That's what made you fall for him in the first place, honestly - he always understands.

So, with no more words spoken, he holds you in the same doorway you walked out of only a couple of weeks ago. He holds you in that doorway until your tears slow and your breathing returns to normal. At some point, his thick fingers begin combing through your hair soothingly, the same way they used to every night at bedtime.

"I don't know what your stance on kids before marriage and after a breakup is, but you should figure it out soon," you mutter into his chest.

His body freezes, and his mind scrambles to catch up with your words. He looks down at your head, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to make sense of the situation.

Are you truly saying what he thinks you are? You couldn't be...

"I'm pregnant, Steve."

[doctor-dusk]

𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

when alex (early sias era - MY FAVOURITE BOY) meets you and accidentally falls in love with you.

warnings: none, actually. most angst and fluff, light smut - fingering (f receiving) and piv - but very light.

word count: 4.1k

coming out of limbo to possibly get back to it after posting this. i wrote it while i was bored and melancholic during my criminal procedure law class, so... yeah, enjoy :)

"and if all people were like rain, i would be drizzle. and she, a thunderstorm."

there was something about her as mysterious as an unsolved case. something in her gaze, in the way she spoke, or in the way she walked. something that left alex thinking for hours on end, even though he never came up with an answer that would concretely explain why he felt like a puppet on a string when it came to her. 

yes, there was something. 

something he couldn't shake, as if it were something that stuck in his teeth and wouldn't let him be still for long. something that started a little over three months ago, when the last thing he wanted was to get involved with someone at that moment, after a somewhat turbulent breakup. 

but, it was somewhat impossible when he saw her entering the bar on that exceptionally rainy tuesday night. the white knee-length dress along with the brown leather jacket over her shoulders never seemed to make much sense to alex until he saw this combination on her. the icing on the cake were definitely the motorcycle boots that wrapped around her feet all the way to the end of her calves, even though the place was hot at that moment. or was it just him who was feeling that his drink was warming him from the inside out.

turner is suspected of saying that he watched all of her actions, from sitting on a chair at a table for two and ordering a beer and fries as a side dish to seeing her take a book out of her bag to read.

"The Prince", by Machiavelli.

you might ask yourself: who the hell would go to a crowded bar with loud music to read a book?

and he answers: her.

he wanted to get her attention somehow, and perhaps the worst and most cliché of all was to buy her another beer and ask the waiter to bring it to her. his heart was beating hard against his chest, especially when the waiter served her the beer, exchanging a few words that made her look at alex, analyzing him from top to bottom. he wanted to say that he didn't feel nervous with that look, but he would certainly be lying.

as he told himself, there was something about her that made him feel more foolish than usual. but even though he felt that way, he didn't let the opportunity to sit in the chair in front of her pass him by. that night, he discovered three things about her: that when she felt embarrassed, she pretended to scratch her nose so she could look away; that she certainly left him subtly and quickly enchanted; and last but not least, her name. 

and since then, whenever alex was in town, he felt that strange need to be with her even though he had only known her for so little time. for many days he tried to occupy his mind with other things that seemed more important, but he soon accepted the fact that he couldn't stop thinking about the girl with the captivating eyes and radiant smile. 

and when he wasn't in his hotel room or in a pub with his friends after a concert, alex preferred to spend his nights listening to her recite some random poems in a restaurant or any other quiet place, or else, getting lost in the ease of her body in the middle of the bed in her bedroom, in the apartment where she lived alone. 

she claimed to be a normal person like any other, but alex was far from believing that. he knew that she liked to listen to david bowie when she was studying; that she always puts on her socks before her pants, without exception; that she prefers to read — or pretend to be reading — when everyone around her is talking about subjects she has no interest in, or when she doesn't have a book nearby, she just gives a weak smile so she doesn't have to give her opinion on the subject; that her favorite game is donkey kong country, and she's already finished it four times; that she likes to wear clothes whose colors define her mood for the day.

but as much as alex knew all of this, he still thought there was so much more to know about her. as if she were an addictive book, and with each page turned there would be a different plot twist to surprise him. and even though alex didn't read that often, ever since he met her, he'd become the most assiduous of readers.

and now, after a private show at a pub, alex could barely contain himself with the idea of ​​seeing her after a few weeks away. he texted her during a break just to see if she had any plans after 10pm. even though he knew she knew he was in town, alex wanted to make sure he could see her, even if it was just for a few minutes.

she didn't answer him right away, even after seeing the message. he had a strange feeling, but he let it go when she replied that she would be available to meet him. his heart raced again when he saw her entering the bar. in the same bar where he had met her, and ironically wearing the same motorcycle boots that had caught his attention so much, along with a gray flared dress. 

he hurried when he saw her sitting in the same chair at the same table as always, but unlike the other meetings they had had, she seemed more distant, her eyes were empty and didn't narrow their gaze on him for long, even after she had noticed him walking towards her. 

"hey, love. how are you?" alex asked, his overly worried expression went unnoticed by her, who was more focused on looking at the window just so she wouldn't have to look at him. 

"i'm fine, how was the show?" she replied, looking at him briefly and giving alex a glimpse of the teary, red eyes of someone who was about to cry or who had cried a lot before that. maybe both.

turner felt a pang on his chest. he felt bad for seeing her like that, and he didn't understand why he was like that for someone he barely knew. i mean, you couldn't catch feelings for some... hookup. could you?

‘’c’mon, you're not okay, what happened? maybe i can help-’’ alex said, completely compassionate with the situation that he didn't know how it had started, but wanted to help put an end to it.

‘’forget it, alex. i have a bit of a headache, can we get out of here?’’ she interrupted him abruptly. 

alex didn't reply, just followed her outside the pub.

after a few minutes, they were in the hotel room where turner would be staying that night before returning to los angeles. the dimly lit room seemed to become warmer when she took off her boots to lie down on the soft mattress and scented sheets of the bed.

alex lay down next to her, the silence was comfortable and just the sound of their breathing was enough to bring some peace to both of them. but alex knew that she was the master of replacing peace and quiet with something that made his heart beat faster and his blood run faster through his veins, so he wasn't surprised when her lips touched his in a calm kiss, which became urgent at a speed he didn't even notice. it was like a race car, able to go from 0 km/h to 100 km/h in 3.2 seconds. and alex liked that adrenaline.

turner felt submerged in the sensations, the touches, the sounds and the looks under the incandescent light of the lamp. he felt her calm breath beating against his ear when she kissed him on the cheek, a warm and tender kiss that seemed simple, but that left alex in a state of restlessness he had never imagined.

"hmm, i'm in love with the smell of your shampoo."  she muttered, running her fingers over turner's shirt-covered back, still giving him a huge shiver.

he had been thinking about her and what they had for a while. and adding all the things he felt when she was around and that she was doing an endless loop in his mind, he was almost certain that he was in love with her.

"just the smell of my shampoo?" he asked, pulling his face away to look at her, to appreciate her red face and the slight curve her lips made to sketch a smile.

at that moment, all he wanted to hear was "and i'm in love with you too".

she laughed, answering him with another kiss while her anxious hands massaged the warm skin of alex's back under his shirt, and soon the piece was on the bedroom floor. the shivers were increasingly uncontrollable as she struggled against the belt of his pants, and as much as alex knew he was completely submissive to her, he didn't want to completely lose control. 

he took her hands away just as she was starting to pull down his pants, pinning them above her head and holding them there firmly with his hand, and his other free hand groped her burning flesh in the region of her thighs, trying to get rid of the underwear she was wearing.

turner used to think that he was only able to achieve pleasure when he was completely buried to the brim inside someone, but with her, just a single touch or a finger invading her insides could drive him crazy. 

and not only that. 

he already felt satisfied seeing her face contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy; her eyes closed tightly; her mouth half-open that did not contain a delightful sigh that was soon stopped when she caught her lip with her teeth; her hands pressing the skin on the back of his neck and arm; and lastly, the smile she showed when her eyes opened and met his.

fuck, that made him crazier than he cared to admit.

he would never get tired of watching her whenever he had the chance, he wanted to do it forever every moment he was with her, even if she wasn't looking directly at him. he wanted to look at her when she was drinking coffee and complaining that it was too hot, when she was reading and making a face like she didn't understand what was happening, when she was watching the sky through the window and asking for it to rain so she wouldn't have to go to college. 

he pulled her in for another needy kiss, feeling her legs lock around his waist like an unbreakable lock. alex pushed his body back, standing up only to press her body against the cold wall of that hotel suite, supporting her with his hands on the lower part of her thighs. 

and at that moment, he couldn't stop looking at her when he replaced his glistening fingers with his aching length, feeling all the nerve endings in his body active. the flammable desire was capable of burning them both completely, and for a few moments silence reigned as he buried himself completely inside her, his heartbeat was deceitful and showed how euphoric he was, resulting in a voracious flow of blood under his skin. he felt her wrap herself around him, and hugging her was like wrapping herself in an electrified concertina, and oddly enough, that didn't sound bad to him at all. 

‘’god, you feel so good. like always.’’ he praised her with a whisper, not caring about receiving a compliment back. when they were like this, at that moment, he became completely selfish with himself.

she wrapped herself around him to the last inch, gasping against his mouth when she felt a slight tingling in her lower abdomen, and another when he lifted her a few inches just to pull out a little and penetrate her again, the moans in his ear excited him more and more.

his hands knew exactly where to touch and how to touch, caressing that shivering skin, and as the intonation of her moans changed, alex knew she was very close. 

‘’al, i’m close, so close…’’ 

‘’i know, baby.’’ he cooed, kissing right below her ear, shivering at the feeling of her clenching around him.

and soon, when he felt her skin almost burning, she let herself melt against him, her last moan likened to a thunderclap that could not be ignored and was particularly pleasurable to hear. he couldn’t help but follow her suit, giving in to the pleasure of yet another climax with her.

the aftermath was embraced by the stillness and the faint trace of smoke from the cigarette that alex was smoking. he knew that she did not smoke, so he made a point of smoking far away, preferably near the window so as not to let the room be filled with that vaporous curtain of nicotine and other substances.

soon, he heard her say in the background that she was hungry, and like any fool, alex would give her whatever she wanted.

alex didn't know where he was going, but as long as he was with her, he didn't care about having a specific destination to go to. the wind blowing against his face and her laughter muffled by the helmet invading his ear gave him a strange thrill and impulse to let the vehicle's speedometer increase, letting the asphalt run under the motorcycle's tires as if they were in a marathon where the only competitor was the idea of ​​being separated at some point. 

they stopped at a 24-hour diner, they weren't that far from the city, but not that close. the only establishments nearby were gas stations and 3-star motels. but not that Alex was paying attention to that, quite the opposite. he was too busy watching her as she took a last sip of her soda, her eyes were distant again and alex would really like to know what was going on in that extraordinary mind. 

"what's wrong?" she asked without looking at him, the cracking sound of the can being crushed didn't break turner's concentration as he thought about how she knew he was looking at her. 

‘’just looking at you. is that some kind of crime?’’ he joked, watching her shake her head and lean a little on the motorcycle's tank, brushing a few loose strands of hair from her face in the wind.

‘’nope. i just wonder what has you so fascinated that you can't blink.’’ she replied, tilting her head to the side and staring at him. alex could easily get lost in those fascinating eyes if he wasn't in disbelief at her question.

‘’ah, i dunno... maybe everything. does that answer your question?’’ alex says, she makes a slight grimace as if she's not completely convinced. alex adjusts his posture, not putting all his weight on the motorcycle's seat so he can turn completely to face her. ‘’you are a fascinating creature.’’

‘’define 'fascinating', turner.’’ she replied, seeing alex throw his head back and look up at the sky, make a noise with his mouth. he loved the way she left him speechless with simple questions, and although he is capable of writing several songs with the deepest meanings, he wouldn't know how to define that word applied to her.

in fact, he wouldn't know how to define her. maybe no word or adjective would be able to define that woman. before alex could think of an answer that was even remotely capable of convincing her, she got off the motorcycle, taking two steps to face turner. her body now threatened to press his against the upholstered leather seat and he felt her leg slipping between his, and even under his jeans, he couldn't help but feel a voracious shiver. 

"adjective to define something charming that leaves you exaggeratedly seduced or attracted." she said, an amused smile appearing on her lips when she realized that alex was too close and most likely hadn't paid attention to what she said. and he was certainly paying attention in parts, since he really felt tempted to interrupt her just to steal a kiss. "is that what you think of me, turner?" 

‘’to be honest, i think a lot about you, miss.’’ alex wet his lips with his tongue, regaining some of his sanity to answer her without taking too long. she raised her eyebrows, another open and comical smile playing on her lips.

“oh, really? tell me more.” she prompted him, her free fingers curling around the belt loops of his jeans and he felt his breathing heavy. maybe she didn’t know that being so close like that left him completely disoriented, her eyes fixed so intently on his easily made him forget even his own name. he felt her hand invade his back pocket, groping until she managed to steal a menthol candy.

“what can i say? you’re… inexplicable.” alex trailed off, since he was too hypnotized by the scene of her opening the package and placing the candy on her tongue, making a popping noise as she closed her mouth. turner felt the night breeze blow against his face, as well as a few fluttering strands of her hair, which she tried to calm down by running a hand over her head. ‘’like an open sea, intensity and calm.’’

“how can i be intensity and calm, alex?” she asked curiously, leaving alex once again at a loss for words. In his mind, she was like a mix of feelings, like that new drink you try and suddenly it becomes your favorite in the whole world; like that song you discover and get addicted to, listening to it on repeat until you get sick of it, even though he knows it's impossible to get sick of it.

‘’it was like i said, it's inexplicable.” he replied, feeling his face burn with the touch of her hand on his forehead to brush away a few strands of his hair, still paying attention to his every word, as if she were a teacher giving an oral test to an intelligent but shy student. ‘’you ask too many questions. like a fusion of a four year old and a philosopher.’’ he joked, making her crack a smile.

‘’and what would you be in the middle of all this?’' she asked, the same hand that was on his forehead went down to the back of his neck, her index finger sliding up and down and finally tangling in a lock of his dark hair. alex relaxed his shoulders, letting out a brief sigh that was lost in the vague environment lit only by the street lamp.

“you tell me.” he said, feeling her hand briefly leave him only to rest on the tense muscles of his thighs covered by jeans. she closed her eyes, pressing her lips together in a moment of reflection, and alex wanted to be trapped in her deep devotion forever.

“taking into perspective what you said about the open sea… you would be a sailor. a brave and solitary sailor amidst the sinuosity of the water. brave, by the way.” she recited, gesturing serenely, simulating the waves of the sea as the wind hit her body. alex smiled, not letting the questioning expression on his face hide, which she didn't miss. "brave because at any moment your boat could capsize and you could drown."

alex didn't need any more words to understand that. he knew that things could change overnight, he knew that one day a simple and brief encounter between the two of them could be the last. he didn't like to think about the possibility, but he also couldn't let it go. in fact, he didn't want them to have one last encounter.

 "what if i want to drown?" alex asked, almost letting the words hang in the air. she turned her eyes to him. for the first time, she wasn't sure what to answer him. but that soon passed, and what she offered in return was a shy smile as she approached him again.

 "there won't be anyone to save you, alex." she whispered as if she were telling a secret, her mouth was so close that he could almost feel the texture of her sweet lips, but all he felt was her refreshing breath hitting his face with a brief, icy and aromatic touch.

“it’s not like i care about being saved.” he whispered back in the same tone, feeling her vibrant eyes hover over him, and deep down she admired the idea that he didn’t care about the fact that they might not work out, although she felt a little sorry. she really liked him.

“aren’t you afraid of the chaos that an open sea can bring?” she asked, and before he could answer, she kissed him sweetly, as if nothing else there mattered, not even the answer turner was about to give.

the kiss tasted like melancholy and mint, alex felt inert in the middle of a crossfire, but her arms around him and her hands bringing him closer when he felt she was a little far away gave him the feeling of being completely taken and tamed, just like the night does with the day. in a last act, his tongue snakes inside her mouth boldly just to take the candy, feeling her grunt between the kiss before feeling her smile against his mouth.

‘’a calm sea never make a good sailor. and besides, everyone needs a dose of chaos.’’ alex replied, letting the candy run inside his mouth to refresh each area. she smiled, licking her lips and closing her fist around the empty soda can she had drunk and left resting on the handlebars of the motorcycle to throw in the trash later. 

she walked away, alex missed the warmth of her body, but was content to watch her walk away, the wind always making a point of making its presence felt and adjusting her dress, giving her serenity with each step as her boots made an almost rhythmic noise on the pavement.

‘’you need to have a little chaos inside you to give light to a sparkling star.’’ she recited in a poetic tone, loud enough for alex to hear and smile as she threw the aluminum can into the trash can attached to the post.

‘’nietzsche,’’ he thought. ‘’she’s really extraordinary.’’ 

the first lightning flashed across the dark sky long enough to make them both look up. soon, she turned to admire the desert horizon, the night sky being illuminated by the flash of lightning hidden by dense clouds in different spots. she didn't notice that alex was right behind her, since he had gotten off the motorcycle and taken silent steps just to appreciate not only her, but also the scenery of a heavy rain on its way, rain of the kind that makes you take shelter somewhere until it passes completely and makes you think about how powerful nature is and how small human beings are compared to it. 

she felt alex's hand pass by her waist, a fleeting shiver when she felt him use two fingers of his free hand to move away the handful of strands of hair that were over her left shoulder, feeling the slight pressure of his lips on the spot. she felt the first drop of water splash on her forehead, opening her eyes and turning to alex with a contemplative smile. 

"i hope this rain lasts until tomorrow." she laughed, reaching into his jacket pocket and stealing the motorcycle keys, making alex aware that she would want to ride on the way home, and he wouldn't be able to deny her. alex let out a laugh through his nose, again feeling her move away as she walked towards the motorcycle as the raindrops began to become more frequent.

alex turned around, just as she wanted that rain to last until the next day, he would also like to feel her body next to his when he woke up the next morning. he wondered if she would call him to come into her apartment as usual or if she would just say "see you later" along with a resentful kiss.

but he was convinced that she was like all the sensations that made him feel more and more alive. and he wanted to get wet to the last strand of his hair in the middle of that storm in the shape of a woman.

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Spy x family hurt/comfort ideas for destroy your soul:

-loid and yor are expecting a child, anya is jealous that they don't love her as much as their own child.

-Loid, speaking seriously with Sylvia: " fuck it, I'm going to keep them and if you want me to continue being your star spy, you're going to give me missions that don't involve falling in love with women or adopting children, one is enough for me. "

-Loid thinks about the joy his wife and daughter bring him: God, when was the last time I did something just for… fun? Why I didn't do it befo-... oh right... This is a mission

-Loid wonders how Yor had never dated anyone until she was 27, then Yor interprets something very literal and Loid thinks, oh that's why.

-Since Loid saw that Anya had too much stress after the sandbox test, he is very worried about her mental health. Anya stares into space because she's busy thinking about what he thought. But he thinks that the poor girl she is dissociating due to a trauma and he tries to repair her with kisses and hugs.

-The mission ends on the night of a full moon, so Anya has no idea if her father plans to get rid of them, or how, or when, she just stays close to her parents for as long as she can.

-Yor begins to question if she is going to be married to Loid until death do them part, since she barely knows Loid... Well, she knows him a little... For a year... But she is not sure of her feelings for him.

- -Loid finally decides to take Anya to the doctor because bleeding from the nose every time you get overwhelmed by loud noises might not be normal. Anya is just terrified that the doctors will open her brain and see that she has her powers, somehow. he also discovers that she is very low in weight and height for her age and worries even more.

-you love me? Direct question to destroy the heart of the best spy in the country, especially if it comes from a child, especially if it comes from an orphan, especially if it comes from his daughter who has never lived more than 4 months with an adoptive family because they did not get attached to her. Answer honestly, she will know if you lie.

-The Strix mission ended. Loid abandons Anya and breaks up with Yor without much explanation. only to regret it 15 minutes later and run to find them.

-Anya obtains 7 tonitrus having already 7 stellas. And she knows that expulsion is closer than the prize. So she runs away from home.

- Anya is finally ready to tell Loid a little about her birth mother and the orphanage, and it hurts.

-Anya never had a birthday party because there was no budget at the orphanage. Loid is able to hiring even the boys who cry if that makes his daughter happy

-Yor is hospitalized due to a fight and telling your husband that you have appendicitis is easier than explaining to him that some criminals shot you 3 times in the hip and who the hell you're still alive.

-Bond has to bite one Forger to save them from some imminent danger he predicted but the rest of the family panics and gets very angry with Bond.

-"If you keep getting close to dangerous guys you are going to get really hurt one day." Ergo, Anya gets hurt.

-Did you know that adoptable children in real life know that their chances of being adopted go down as they grow older because most only adopt babies? Anya knows it.

-Loid and Yor have no choice but to sleep together because their daughter is terribly ill in the hospital and her last wish is to sleep with them together. Or she actually has a common cold and they took her to the emergency room because they panicked when her fever went up 0.1 degrees.

- Damian wants to hang out with Anya but he would never let Emilie and Ewen find out.

-Loid comforting Anya during an anxiety attack because he thinks it's because of her past and only he knows.

-Instead of directly saying that he wants to keep his family or give up being a spy, he begins by extending the mission for 4 more months, and then another 4 more. And when he realizes 4 years have passed.

-Yor asks Loid about his dead ex-wife because they will never go to leave her flowers or he doesn't have old photos of her and baby Anya. Loid has many photos to fake.

T/W torture

-Anya biological father is a voluteer or one of the scientist because she was made by artificial insemination so that she was born, Anya's mother was kidnapped from a rural town where her language was almost extinct.

-The scientists remove Anya's mother's tongue so that she cannot communicate with her other than through her telepathy.

-The scientists being really mad the first time that her powers didn't work during the full moon.

-Still has nightmares about the electroshock in the laboratory every time she failed the tests. Her parents try to console her but she can't tell them anything, even if she wants. still hurts.

[smoooothoperator]

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07: It'll Be Okay

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: fluff, heart opening talks

a/n: this chapter took me longer than I expected to write because I couldn't find a moment to focus. But here you have it!!

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It felt weird. Not having Eloise or Harry around feels different, and not explaining things to Eloise makes it worse.

The moment the taxi drove away I went to my room, closing the door behind me and sitting on the bed looking at the window. The snow started to fall, slowly, making a perfect picture of the landscape. It was inevitable to not grab my phone and take a picture of it.

Questions started to form in my mind. Are they mad with me? Do they feel betrayed? Does Eloise feel betrayed? Harry… I don't want him anymore. He showed me minutes ago his true self, a person that won't doubt betraying his friends only to have what he wants and have the control of everyone. But Eloise… She doesn't deserve a man like him. Or maybe she's like him and knows everything, not wanting to help me and betraying me too just to be with him.

Two knocks on the door of the room interrupted my thoughts, making me shake my head and take a deep breath.

“Come in!” I said, not tearing away the eyes from the window.

“Oh damn, this is indeed the best room in the house” Pietra said, making me smile and look at her. “Are you okay?”

“I don't know” I smiled weakly, watching her sit on the bed next to me and rest her back on the wall. “I guess it's too much information in the last few hours…”

“How much do you know?” she asked, taking a look around the room.

“Well… Lando confessed his love for me last night” I said, and somehow I felt my cheeks burning at the memory of it. “And before that I had an argument with Harry through the phone, that's when he told me that Lando loves me. Then I just discovered that Lando is my secret admirer, so he bought practically half of my bookshelf back at home. He told me that Harry kept me away from him, making sure that he never talked to me. And he told me what he did, how he tried to forget me and that Harry wanted to blackmail him”

“Yeah… I knew half of these things” she smiled weakly. “I never trusted Harry, he never gave me good vibes. When I started dating Max and then I started to hang out with all of you, I saw the way Harry always was between you and Lando. At the start I didn't find it weird. But then, instead of looking at Harry, I started to look at Lando and how quiet and sad he was when you were there. At first I thought it was a coincidence, the a s time went by, he started to act cold and mean when you were there”

“I thought that he didn't like me there” I said. “That he didn't want me there with them, that I was an outcast of the group. But I guess that it was what Harry wanted, making me think that none of you wanted me there so I never got close to Lando and having me for himself”

“And how are you feeling now?”

“I actually have no idea” I sighed. “I just feel that I live on a lie. That Harry made me see what he wanted me to see and he treated me however he wanted. I don't even know if Eloise is my friend anymore. God knows what he is telling her right now to make her cut strings with me”

“I'm sorry” she smiled weakly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close to her. “But hey, you have us. If you feel sad or you need a hug, you have the three of us here”

“Is it bad if I say that I don't know what to do around Lando?” I said, smiling weakly. “I told him that I wanted to take it slow, that I accept his feelings towards me. But I just… I want to be happy”

“Then give him a chance to make you happy” she said. “I'm not saying it because he's my friend, but because I saw how much he had to hold back around you. He wants to cherish you, to make you smile. And that's something beautiful. Maybe let him do it, don't hold back. I saw you two downstairs while having breakfast and you were so relaxed around him. Just stay that relaxed, he will follow your pace”

I nodded and sigh, resting my head on her shoulder. No holding back, that's what she says. And somehow it sounds good, knowing that my own body didn't hold back about holding his hand or being close to him.

“You want to help me pack the lunch for today?” she asked.

“Yeah, sure”

We stood up and then I hugged her, thanking her for being with me. Pietra felt more like a friend than Eloise. Maybe I chose the wrong people to be friends with, maybe I belonged to this group.

Lando and Max were somewhere, I could hear their voices and laughs. I smiled, realizing that I heard for the first time Lando's true laugh.

“It's been a long time since I heard that laugh” Pietra said next to me. “I guess that sending Harry away and talking to you made him take a weight out of his shoulders”

“I'm glad” I nodded.

We packed snacks and things to take with us, since we wanted to spend the whole day outside.

After packing lunch, Pietra and I went to where they were laughing, finding them throwing snowballs at each other, laughing and running around.

“They are like kids” Pietra chuckled.

“I never saw him act this way” I said, crossing my arms on my chest. “So… carefree”

“Every time you were around he was portraying a mask” she sighed. “A mask of someone he never was. It was like he was another person…”

“All because of Harry” I sighed, nodding. “I have to learn how to be around him. I just… I will give him a chance, to see what happens”

“You will?” she smiled.

“Yeah, but… I want to know him first. I want to know how it feels being around him and how I am around him. I don't want to jump into a relationship and then regret it” I sighed. “I just want to give him all of me as much as he gives me all of him”

“That's so mature, you know?” Pietra said, looking at me and back at the two men playing outside. “I always knew you were someone that had both feet on the ground, knowing what to do and I admired it so much. And hearing you talk right now, just after what happened with Harry and all… I'm happy to say that you are my friend”

“Yeah, well…I keep things to myself too” I sighed.

Max and Lando came back inside after a while, both of them covered in snow and with their cheeks and noses tinted in a soft shade of pink. Lando was smiling so wide, a smile that was easy to copy when he looked at me.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, brushing his hair with his fingers to remove the snow from it.

“I have been better” I smile weakly.

“And you'll feel better” he nodded. “You'll see. I'll be okay"

I smiled when he took a step closer to me and pressed his lips on my forehead, a gesture we started to do yesterday and I knew it was so intimate, and yet I didn't care if he did that. Feeling his hand cupping my jaw when he kissed my skin was something that warmed my chest in a comfortable way.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded and he smiled, looking behind my shoulder. The two backpacks were on top of the kitchen table with snacks for the four of us.

“Do you wear warm clothes?” he asked.

“Yeah, don't worry about it” I smile.

I saw his eyes moving quickly to my lips, making me look away fast. I took a deep breath and went towards the backpacks, grabbing the one I was going to wear with me.

Today's plan was to use the snowmobiles to go to the village that is near this one, just to have a small trip in the snow and come back after the sunset. And doing that, I knew that I'll be with Lando on the snowmobile.

We got out, holding the equipment with our hands and getting ready. Lando helped me put the helmet, making sure that I covered my mouth and nose with my scarf and had the gloves on my hands before he sat, offering me his hand to help me sit behind him.

“Remember, if I'm going too fast just pat my thigh” he said, turning on the engine and looking back at me.

“You know the way to the other village?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him and securing myself.

“There are signals” he said, placing his hand on top of mine.

“I trust you” I whisper, resting my chin on his shoulder to look to the front.

The landscape was beautiful, full of trees covered in snow. I could only hear the engine, but I didn't care, I was happy with what I had. Sometimes I felt Lando's hand on top of mine, rubbing his thumb over my hand for a few seconds.

He loves me. He said it. Not an “I like you” not an “I have a crush on you” nor “I fancy you”. He feels more than that and yet never had the chance to show it, he kept it all to himself for four years. Why did he never give up? What pushed him to keep fighting for me? He was Harry's victim too, he had a spell on him, a threat and he was scared of them being real. How could I be so blind to never see how Harry hurt us both?

Lost in my thoughts I hugged him tighter, not wanting to let him go. Lando is a strong man, he suffered in silence and still he had energy to smile, even if it was a forced smile. Maybe he's the kind of love I deserve.

“We're arriving soon” I heard him say loudly. “Just some minutes”

I nodded and sighed, looking around and taking pictures with my phone, ignoring the messages Harry left and not opening them again.

“Shit” I heard him. “No fucking way”

The snowmobile started to go slower until it completely turned off, leaving us there in the middle of the way. Max and Pietra stopped next to us confused, both of them taking off their glasses and scarfs.

“The engine stopped working” Lando told Max. “Fuck”

“Oh” he frowned. “I'll go to the village, okay? I'll see if there's a way of bring you two here”

I swallowed thickly. They are going to leave and we are going to stay here alone? No way… and with this cold.

“Okay” Lando sighed.

I saw Pietra and Max leaving, following the path and disappearing. So that's it, we're here alone and we have to wait for them?

“Are you cold?” He asked looking back at me.

“No” I sighed, shaking my head.

Was this a twisted plan to make us be alone and talk? It came just in the most unexpected way.

“I heard you laugh before, playing with Max” I said, pulling down my scarf. “I think it was the first time I heard you laugh that way”

“What way?”

“I don't know… Carefree , like a kid” I sighed. “Your laugh is contagious to the point it made me smile.

“I'm glad I made you smile” he smiled. “I'll make sure of doing it more, then”

“Oh, I know you will” I sighed.

Silence. My mind was racing, trying to find a way of saying what I want to say, of talking with him. I sighed, leaning on his back and hugging him again making his hands hold mine.

“Promise you won't hurt me” I whisper. “I just want to be happy, Lando. I think I have every right to finally be with someone that loves me and not with an idiot that only used me however he wanted”

“I will make you the happiest” he whispered back, turning his head to the side.

“I want to give you a chance. To give us a chance” I said. “I want to know how it feels being with you, who I am when I'm with you. Harry convinced me that you someone I don't want to be around with, that your world is not good for me”

“And he was right in that” he said, holding my hand, intertwining our hands. “You saw how it is, how easy it is to make rumors, to take pictures of me and make it look bad. Harry made me believe he had pictures of me with girls because he knew what I did with them. But he's one of many people”

“But you had every right to do whatever you wanted” I said. “You are your own person”

“But… What if they start attacking you, hm?” he sighed. “I want to be with you, I really do. I swear I dreamed how it would be having you as my girlfriend. But what I don't want is to see you involved in this world, receiving hate and threats only because you date me. I don't want you to act to make everyone like you…”

“Who said I was going to act?” I asked. “You know how I am, Lando. If they don't like me, it's their loss. And if I date you it's because of you, not because of your job or fame or money. You come first, then your job. Whoever made you believe that you are worth it only because of your job, they are so wrong”

“You never stop amazing me, Violet” he whispered. “The way you talk, how you see the world… It's like what happened earlier with Harry doesn't affect you”

I smile weakly and sigh. That's exactly what Pietra said.

“It does hurt” I sighed, confessing it. “It feels like a knife stabbed so deep in my chest, that every time I try to take it off I get scared of bleeding and not stopping it”

“Then let me help you take it off” he whispered. “Let me help you take it off and cure the wound. I promise you, Violet Sinclair, that I won't let that man get close to you that I won't let anyone hurt you ever again”

And I believed him. Because I know he can do that for me.

Recently, the small talks with him are always like that. We are getting closer and closer, opening our hearts and saying how we feel.

When Max and Pietra came back with the mechanic, Lando asked me to go with them in the car to be warm, but I answered him by pulling up the scarf and hiding him tight. I heard him chuckle before starting the engine again. If he says he wants me, I will make sure to show him what he truly wants.

We arrived at the village just in time before the sunset, watching it from the top of the ski resort. We sat on a picnic table, looking to the point where the sun will hide in a few minutes.

“How are we going back to the house?” I asked Lando, who sat next to me, while Max and Pietra sat on the other side of the table with their backs facing us, watching the sunset too.

“I think I'll rent another car” he sighed. “We'll leave the snowmobiles here since they are from the same company and we'll go in a car for the four of us, then I'll leave it in the village after going home”

“That sounds better” I whisper.

We ate what we packed, waiting for the sun to go down. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I leaned on home resting my head against his, sighing, feeling his lips pressed on my temple.

And honestly, for this time I wished he kissed my lips.

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🔦Rewind AU: The Lost Seasons of X-Men: The Animated Series, Episode 19?, "The Room Where It Happened", the song and description, written down by Reader (and Kevin!) :

Opens up with the theme song; once done, the team is in their meeting room, with Morph presenting what they've discovered about the disappearance of (Genet? Cheetah? Lynx? Bobcat? the missing character)... They start to present it in song/poem form (it's really creative, isn't it, kit-cat!) :

Morph: Ah, team!

The X-Men: Morph, yes?

Morph: Didja hear what I found out about dear (missing character)?

Jean: No

Morph: You know Clement Street?

Storm: Yes

Morph: I've found an old clinic; that's where I believe they last were

The X-Men: Oh

Morph: All I did was sneak inside

Wolverine: That was dangerous work

Morph: Naw, not when I give it a try~

Morph: Now, how are we gonna find them, crew?

Cyclops: Well, first, let's review

Beast: (missing character). 5'4" They were quick, sharp, and had claws I know for sure

Morph: Now no one knew where they were going; there was a downpour!

Cyclops: We'll find them soon, before Winter

Morph: But-

Cyclops: Sorry, Morph, we've gotta move-

Gambit: They'd also been late for dinner

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

The team is discussing what they know of the night the missing character left, laying out different notes, a corkboard with strings and circled pages attached, and a few notebooks (those are Really Really REALLY important, kit-cat! you'll see more of those throughout the next season~!)

The group: One mutant on their own goes outside into a storm; going somewhere no one knows; close

Morph: They don't return that night. The doors were closed, wherever they went, it was through the snow; shows-

Morph: What comes from this is an abandoned clinic, on the other side of town; what's gone now is (missing character), with no trace- and here's the pièce of resistance-

Morph: No one was there in the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened... No one was in the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened...

Morph: No one really knows how this plan was played; who else stood to gain; how it all was laid; we just know that it happened... but there had to be someone in the room where it happened!

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

The characters are talking amongst each other now, asking if anyone noticed odd behavior or if Reader had mentioned going somewhere; they all seem upset and seem to be growing anxious and agitated (they were... but they'd lost their friend! it must have been really hard to think straight after losing them)

Wolverine: (missing character) had been off lately, in distress and disarray

Wolverine: Their notes said they had nowhere else to turn, but had found a place to help, so they caved

Wolverine: I gathered all the notes, read, yet they didn't seem to make sense, but a few seemed to say-

Wolverine: No one else can be in the room when it happens, the room when it happens, the room where it happens. Why didn't they want anyone in the room where it happened? The room where it happened? The room where it happened?

Morph: No one really knows how (missing character) just left; it wasn't like them, even when they were bereft! But somehow it happened... That no one else was in the room when it happened...

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

A few villains have entered now, and the room is getting crowded; a few of the villains include Magneto and Sabretooth; tensions seem to be rising, and the room starts devolving into angry shouting (the volume was REALLY loud!! it seemed like everyone was trying to let out all their emotions about everything) (That's sad, Kevin) (i know, kiddo, but it's okay! it gets better, i swear!

Morph: Xavier is grappling with the fact that not everyone can stand to be in the same vicinity

Morph: Everyone is fighting over why (missing character) left-

Everyone: screaming, yelling, and using their mutations

Morph: It isn't pretty

Morph: Magneto approaches with Xavier's invite, Xavier reacts with hidden delight

Xavier: Perhaps we can solve this problem by another, deal with two birds, in other words-

Magneto: Oh?

Xavier: Quid pro quo

Magneto: I suppose

Xavier: Wouldn't you want them back, as well as get rid of a foe?

Magneto: Yes, I would

Xavier: I propose we find Sinister

Magneto: And you won't let him slip away?

Xavier: Well, we shall see how it goes

Everyone: Let's go!

Morph: Wait-!

(It cuts back to the present)

Morph: No one else had found the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened ... We still don't know if it's the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened!

Morph: MY God! My team, I trust! But we don't really know what (missing character) discussed! Just boom-! Then it happened! They weren't in the room where it happened!

Morph: (missing character)! What did they tell you to make you leave without a warning? Did anyone know about your problems, did they blackmail you to come hither? Or did you even know it didn't matter if you went or not?

Beast: Because they'd already took them; they had what they wanted

Morph: They took (missing character)!

Rogue: And they hid them where we're not

Morph: If we got skin in the game, we stay in the game; but we can't win unless we keep playing the game; we get love for it, we get hate for it, we can't get (missing character) if we wait for it (wait for it)!

Morph: Gods, help and forgive us! We just want (missing character) back even if it costs us!

Morph: What do we want, team? What do we do,, team? If we don't start now, there won't be a (missing character)!

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The group is now by an old building, looking to be in shambles. They enter, having tonuse their mutations and a few flashlights to look through the dusty and cracked halls and rooms. It looks really... creepy... (it looked like someone tried to destroy it, to hide any evidence of any wrong-doing...)

Cyclops: We've got to be in the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened... We've got to be in the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened-

Morph: We've got to go to the room where it happened, the room where it happened, the room where it happened! We've got to be in the room where it happened, the room where it happened, that big old room!

Everyone: This is the art of our compromise

Morph: Hold your nose and close your eyes

Everyone: We need to explore this place to save the day

Morph: But we don't even know if there's someone left to save...

Everyone: We keep seeing broken parts

Morph: But we need to find the hidden heart! It's as dark as a tomb, where it happened...

Morph: But we've found the room where it happened-

CLICK! BOOM!

(Something had fallen, the door, I think?)

Then they're in the room, dark and filled with wires and a strange machine... They fiddle with it a little, but then one of the team finds a file- (important file!)

And in the file are papers about the missing character, and everyone seems to draw in closer, looking pale and shocked-

And then they're staring at the screen, as though surprised to sew whatever is there...

Then the episode ends with them taking their findings back to the mansion, and starting a plan to decode where the missing character is... (Good episode, right, kit-cat? Aren't you glad they finally found a clue?)

( @thewickedweiner Surprise~! Thank you for the idea! It's a little rough around the edges, but here is a parody/episode for your idea! What do you think? Also, @sugar-soda @vivid-bun @danni1323 what do y'all think, too? Again, @thewickedweiner Cube Anon, this was SO fun!!!)

[kanmom51]

Dear. Army

I went to bed last night thinking that we won't be getting anything substantial on 7/6 even though we had a calendar showing us this:

Only to wake up this morning to discover this was uploaded to Weverse at 10pm KST on 7.6.23 (and an hour later to YT).

Where do I start?

By saying how amazing JM is, how much I love him and his voice and this song.

This man is an angel pure and simple.

What did I notice?

First of all the big ass miss out by releasing it at 10 pm KST and not 10:13 pm. All it took was a little more thought put into it. Just a little more.

Well, the next most obvious is of course the absence of a certain Jeon Jungkook in person, performing this song together with JM.

And why do I say in person?

Because even though every other single background sound and vocal was wiped from this performance, JK's background vocals, although subdued, were still there.

Do I admit that I am disappointed?

Fuck yeah.

I'm not only disappointed, I'm actually furious. Not at JM. Not at JK. But at the friggin company that isn't allowing those two to be in one frame, and has been doing this for months now.

And if you pipe up and say: "well that's not true, we've seen them in content together", stop for one second and think about what you are saying, what content that was. Ot7 content (no choice they are all there - and when they were, thinking of the last BTB JM was as loud as fuck, can't help but wonder why - or not) and JM's dance practice BTB, in which we got to see less than a minute of JK at JM's SMF pt. 2 practice. And about that one: first of all, we probably wouldn't have gotten to see that one if not for JM and JK's interaction in JM's live mentioning JK came to see him practicing, and second of all, go have a lookie what was shown to us in that BTB (we don't even get to see JK arriving to the practice - perhaps not to show us not JM's reaction to him arriving nor just how long he stayed there) and compare it to the Like crazy MV BTB and Jhope visiting JM.

And I'm sure I said this before, how stupid this all is, when it's as clear as day (well, thank god for JK and his rebellious streak) that these two are as close as can be. Couple or not. So wtf is the company so scared of? At this point, with everything that JK has been doing in the past few months (and it's not only JK, JM is part of it too of course, but admittedly JK is just not giving a fuck anymore, while JM is doing what he can within his own respectful and very intelligent way) it's bloody ridiculous not having them in content together.

You may think I'm over reacting here, but this is a long time coming, this angry rant of mine. And this here, as expected as it was, it pushed me over the line.

Like I said, It's not like I didn't see this coming. I knew in my heart that they will do this. Try to nullify Letter's importance to JM and JK. Whitewash it as a song for army. But somewhere, somehow, I still had some hope. Well, that one was a bust. And I guess knowing it's coming doesn't change that ache in the gut once it actually does come.

I ask myself, would it have been too obvious in their books? JM and JK singing this together? But why? If it's an innocent letter to army? A token of JM's love for army?

I guess we all know the answer to that.

So, then I am sitting here and thinking about what I said about JM.

How intelligent he is. How he does things within the 'allowed' limitations but still gets the message through.

He did it with the song's name for starters. It's not "Dear Army", which would make it addressed to army, it's "Dear. Army". By adding the period between the Dear and the Army, you literally have him addressing 2: Dear (which we know exactly who that is) and Army.

We have said this over and over again. This song is a song for JK disguised as a song for army. Dear does come first out of the two after all, lol. No, but this is just how things have to be, as long as they remain closeted, and that is totally understandable. This is how JM is telling us all what his feelings are for JK. He's telling JK and us. I know that there are those who believe that the song is talking to us in some parts and to JK in others. I'm not one of them. I believe this whole song (and the original lyrics say it all in my opinion) is addressed to JK. He is Dear. He is the one the Letter was written to. But in saying that, it was given as a gift to us. JM is allowing us to see what they mean to each other. And a gift that certainly is.

I also think about the fact that JM in this performance stripped the song down. No wave sounds. No harmonica. None of his own background vocals. The guitar, it's not him playing (unlike in the actual recorded song). All making it a little less personal perhaps (while singing it to army for Festa). But then, he made sure to leave one thing, and that's JK's background vocals, as soft as they may be, they are still there.

2 things I get from that (and yes, this is art and it's open to interpretation):

First of all, he's stripped the song of it's intimate setting (settings that were him and JK and what was between them).

Second of all, he left JK's vocals in but softer. JK isn't there with him, but JM is still telling us that JK is an inseparable part of this song. That the song can still exist without the waves and the harmonica and his own background vocals, but not without JK. JM even goes quiet at one point during that verse so we can hear JK's vocals clearer.

Maybe that's me being over melodramatic here, but that's what I feel at the moment.

Did you notice how JM doesn't look once at the camera, at us, while singing the song? Not once. The first and only time he looks at the camera, at us, and smiles, is when the song ends.

You know why?

Cause the man, he ain't singing that song to us. He's singing it for us to hear, but we aren't the recipients.

Oh, and did you see the smile on his face once he starts the verse with "baby", yes, that same verse where JK joins in?

I'm sorry, but you can even hear the smile in his voice as he's singing "baby"...

I apologize that this post isn't all filled with joy and gratitude that we got to see JM performing Letter (Dear. Army). But I have always been honest with you guys, and that is not going to change.

Don't get me wrong. I'm over the moon that we got to hear JM sing this live.

But I'm also sad.

I'm sad because I know how important this song is to both JM and JK. I know that JK would have joined JM in a heartbeat if only given a chance to, or more so, if allowed to. There is no way under the sun that JK was given the chance and declined. NO WAY. So there you have it.

[sofasoap]

Little hobby

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: Your secret hobby and past time discovered by your boyfriend.

Warning : M themed. Suggestive. hint of smut. Not beta'ed. A/N: I am sure 99% of us who writes fanfics has this experience.. of hiding our thirst from RL friends and families...

Part 2 of Little Bear series Masterlist

“He kissed her… mmm no that doesn't flow..The lust in his eyes….. Yep. That will work.”

“What ya doing there little bear?" 

You let out a mighty scream as you jumped and threw your laptop on the seat beside you.  You've been typing away and burning your brain cells for the last few hours, eyes sticking up to the computer screen and scrunching up your nose, so deep in concentration you didn’t even notice your boyfriend had come back in from his night out with the boys.

"JOHNNY!!! Oh my heavens, I was about to have a heart attack!!" puffing and pouting as you scramble to pick up the laptop and quickly slam the lid close. 

"Sorry bonnie, I called you a few times but your nose was sticking right against the screen typing away.. you writing a novel?? Can I have a read?" Soap asked as he bent over from the back of the couch, giving you a kiss on the head as he apologised. 

"Uh…"

Soap looked at you with a big smile, waiting for you to give him a reply. 

How do you tell your dearest boyfriend, that secret little self indulgent hobby that none of your real life acquaintances knows.

Writing fan fictions.

SMUTTY fan fictions to be precise. 

There’s no secrets between us. That’s one thing both you and Johnny agree on at the start of the relationship. With him away for work so often, both of you know communication is the key. Open with each other. 

Oh what the hell. He’s going to find out someday. Somehow. Your usual mutual friend who you use as beta reader is offline and away for family holiday, and you really want to get your latest chapter posted in the next few hours.

“Please? I promise you I won’t laugh.” How can you say no to those beautiful baby blue eyes, staring at you innocently.

“You promise?” You asked in a shy voice. “And please don’t judge me.” ‘I promise my little teddy bear. Now come on. Tell me what you are writing about?”

Passing the laptop over to him nervously, “Iamwritingasmuttyfanfictionaboutarthurmorgan.”you vomited out the words so fast, you were surprised Soap actually caught most of the words.

“Arthur Morgan? The character from red dead redemption two? What’s a smut anyway?” Soap remembered it from one of the game nights when the team gathered at their place, while Soap, Ghost and Price were playing cards, you sat there with Gaz, who was a huge fan of the series, playing the game while you watched on from the side, and occasionally finding guides online for him when he was stuck at certain point of the game. He didn’t expect you to take on such an interest in the character. 

Nodding your head,“It’s um, part of a series I am writing about, um…. I have been trying to get this chapter done for the last few hours,“ Waving your hand towards the laptop, “Just.. Just read it. And um, give me some constructive criticisms and see if you can spot any grammatical mistakes…” 

Sitting back, you wrangle both hands nervously as he opens up the laptop, eyes darting left to right, occasionally clicking on the touchpad, typing away to correct things in or raising eyebrows, tilting his head and nodding his head with approval. 

After what seems like the longest five minutes of your life, he finally closes the lid of the laptop and sets it aside.

“Well.” 

“Well?” scooting closer to him, you urge him to say more.

“Pretty good, didn’t know you had such vivid imaginations there. So tell me,” he leans closer, with a smirk on his face, “those sexy scenes you wrote… keen to try them out?” 

Oh. OHH. HoHOho.....

This took an unexpected, but not unwelcoming turn. You didn't end up posting that chapter until two days later. With additional smut scenes added. Inspiration from real life was indeed helpful.

“Good morning Bonnie bear, keen to go for another ride on the cowboy?” 

loosely based on my own experience ( minus the smut writing part ) when husband was asking me why I been typing and gluing my eyes on the computer after work for days. and "IAMWRITINGCALLOFDUTYFANFICITION" was all he got out of me.

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[maochira]

Can you do younger sibling third wheeling bllk guys date?

I first wanted to do this for the bllk big bros series, but I ended up making it for a few specific ships I like!

Characters/ships: Reo x Nagi, Aryu x Tokimitsu, Barou x Isagi, Shidou x Takumi (OC), Lorenzo x Satoshi (OC)

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, reader is a child, not proofread

Big brother!Reo on a date with Nagi

-at first, Reo didn't mind taking you along because you're a fairly calm child and never cause trouble

-just today, you happen to be more hyper than usual and you're also meeting Nagi for the first time, so you've been excited about that

-Reo and Nagi are on a pretty standard date, just eating in a restaurant together and you sit at the chair with them

-it's hard for you to sit still and you keep talking to Nagi, sometimes you even get up to sit on his lap

-at some point, Reo doesn't even get to talk to Nagi anymore so he's getting slightly annoyed and kind of regrets bringing you along

-but at the same time, seeing how much you like Nagi and that you get along well makes your brother happy!

-surprisingly, Nagi isn't bothered by how much you're talking to him and that you want to sit on his lap all the time. He very much enjoys your presence

Big brother!Aryu going on a date with Tokimitsu

-Aryu didn't plan to take you along, but when he was about to leave the house you kept begging and begging to take you with him and he just can't say no to you

-Tokimitsu doesn't mind that at all, but he's always a little extra nervous around you because he thinks he's not good with kids (even though he's good with them, especially with you)

-Aryu and Tokimitsu decided to reschedule their original date plans to another day and go on a simpler date today so taking you along will be easier

-you always get overly talkative around Tokimitsu, for some reason, and he's having a hard time answering all your questions because you're asking way too many without a break in between

-Aryu notices how overwhelmed Tokimitsu is, so he tells you to calm down a little, but you're stubborn and only start asking more questions

-but that doesn't last long and you end up falling asleep in Aryu's arms pretty soon so he has to carry you. But at least he gets to properly talk to Tokimitsu now

Big brother!Barou going on a date with Isagi

-Barou has taken you along multiple times, it's no big deal for him because you behave well and get along with Isagi

-you're still confused by their relationship because yes they love each other but also yes they're rivals. It works for them. Somehow

-anyways, today you're particularly clingy to your brother, but in a way how he can't even walk properly because you're hugging his leg half of the time but also refuse to be carried by him

-it kinda ruins the mood for him and he's really trying to not get annoyed by you. Isagi notices that so he talks to you and you agree to be carried by him

-but then you get super clingy to Isagi and won't let go when he wants to go home, and instead of tearing you away from him he decides to stay at Barou's place for the night

-you only let go from him when you finally fall asleep later that evening

Big brother!Shidou going on a date with Takumi

-Takumi comes up with random ideas for dates all the time and today was arts and crafts, so Shidou thought it would be fun to take you along

-wrong. Five minutes in and you already have glitter in your hair and glue all over your hands with one of them being stuck to a piece of paper

-Shidou has no idea what to do, but he thinks you look kinda funny

-but then you get upset because the glue on your hands it annoying, so Shidou comforts you while Takumi helps you wash the glue off with warm water

-they also spend hours washing and brushing the glitter our of your hair. Every time they think they're done they end up discovering there's still glitter left

Big brother!Lorenzo going on a date with Satoshi

(Reader is Snuffy's child but Lorenzo is still your big brother)

-Snuffy is busy today, so Lorenzo happily agreed to take you along on his date with Satoshi

-Satoshi has met you a few times already, but he always feels like you dislike him. You actually like him, but you're too shy to properly talk to him

-for the majority of their date you just sit there in silence and exist

-every now and then Lorenzo talks to you to make sure you're okay. He's also trying to figure out if there's a way to get you to warm up to Satoshi more

-you end up playing soccer together, but you're still shy and don't play like you usually do

-you trip and fall, then Satoshi runs to you quickly because he's closer to you than Lorenzo is. Satoshi comforts you and that's how you bond with him for the first time. Now you love him

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[elhopper1sm]

Overprotective!Jopper x Suicidal! GN Reader

TW: Angst. Like really angry. Mentions of self harm. Overprotectiveness to the max. General depression and self neglect. Binge drinking mention and substance use mention. Mentions of food and weight. Drunk driving(no one gets injured luckily)

Also use of the term honey as a nickname from both of them instead of y/n. Or both actually.

You started behaving strange. You were binge drinking more often. Not just a beer after work or something. But like really drinking a lot. You acted more reckless. You slept all day and got no sleep at night. You were easily angered. You felt guilty because you didn't understand why doing simple things around the house or asked to do simple things made you so angry. You would spend more time alone. Reading or just looking for excuses to work on the car alone. Things you once liked no longer bring you joy. Hopper would hug you when you came home from work but no reaction. Joyce would bury her face in your shoulder and showered your cheeks in kisses and you'd look at her stone-faced. You weren't sad. It was worse you were numb. Everyday dragged on and on. You stared at clocks waiting for it to be time for you to sleep. You felt almost alien. You couldn't stand the thought of food. There'd be times dinner would be served and you'd just stare at a full plate absolutely zombified unable to even conceptualize eating. Yet somehow you still gained weight. The only time you did eat it was junk. That was the only food that brought you joy. Eating a proper meal felt like torture. It got to the point. You wouldn't even sleep next to Joyce and Hopper. You'd sleep alone on the couch listening to the sound of the TV. That is if you even bothered to sleep at all. You acted fine. You tried to. Tried to smile at them. And act like you enjoyed hanging out with them. But you felt guilty you couldn't fake it anymore not for much longer. One night you went for a drive . Only problem is you were noticeably intoxicated. You went at night because you didn't want anyone else to get hurt. Just wanted to hurt yourself. You grabbed your jacket and it must've been two in the morning. You drove. As you drive around Hawkins Indiana. You were stopped by Officer Callahan

"Hello. Uh we're gonna have to ask you to step out of the car. We're gonna need to see one license and registration" Officer Callahan spoke

You stepped out of the car . Handed the officer your license. The second you step out the car Callahan notices you're wasted

" Oh Y/N Y/L/N. We're gonna have to take you to the station" Officer Callahan replies

On your way to the station. They discover this is your first offense. You don't have any history of bad driving or any serious misdemeanors.

" Is there anyone you'd like to call to come pick you up? Since you're clearly not capable of driving yourself back home" Office St. Louis asked

"My wife. Joyce Byers" You replied

As she buried her way there after hearing what happened. The second you got home her and Hopper chewed you out

" Honey. What the hell were you thinking? Drunk driving at 2 in the morning???? At this time of night when you can barely see. You could've gotten killed" Joyce screamed.

"Yeah I don't know what's gotten into you. Just last week you were yelling at us for hugging you. What the hell has gotten into you!" Hopper was even louder clearly very disappointed.

"Oh fuck off! And get off my case" You replied. You snarled as you spoke. You hated them. Not because they were bad to you. But because they were so wonderful. Because they're the only things keeping you alive. And you wanted to leave without feeling guilty. Because if you pushed them.away you'd have nothing to stay for and you wanted to go in peace. To pass away

"What the hell has gotten into you?" Joyce asked. Extremely concerned. She'd never seen you like this before.

You got anxious wondered if the kids could hear. You realized you needed to lower your voice as to not disrupt them. You didn't want to put them through that kind of pain you knew what it was like.

"Nothing. Can't I just make stupid decisions once in a while? Jeez get off my case. I'm not a toddler" You responded

"It's not about stupid decisions. You could've gotten someone killed. You could've gotten yourself killed. You could have died. Do you understand? Now tell us right now why you did it because we're not leaving you alone until you do. And its not like you can just drive off because your license has been confiscated by the Hawkins PD." Hopper demands an answer. Almost foaming at the mouth for one.

"Ok fine you wanna know. I was planning to die. Crash into something. That's why I went at the dead of night. Where no one else would be. So no one could see me. Maybe go into the next town over and crash my car so I could rest in Peace. So no one would no how bad I felt. I just wanted to feel peace. Ok? Are you happy now?" You tried to be mindful of raising your voice the kids were asleep and you didn't want to disturb them. But you felt frustrated and angry. You were already crying. And drunk so it's not like logic would get thru to you.

Joyce immediately wrapped her arms around you and held you. Running her fingers thru your hair.

"Honey is that true? Do you mean that?" Joyce asked as her voice trembled. She held you closer. Already crying

You felt guilty seeing her cry this is the opposite of what you wanted.

"Yeah it's true. I'm sorry. So so sorry. I didn't intend for this to happen. I just I felt so horrible. And now I feel even worse. You all loved me so much. And I destroyed it by being a prick" You kept talking feeling overwhelming guilt.

Hopper walked over to you and tried to get you to look at him. You'd been avoiding his gaze. He'd been crying. And he rarely ever cried. Not since he lost Sarah did he cry that intensely. And you hated yourself more than ever. You felt so upset. You made them cry. And what if your kids wake up? And you bring them into this mess as well. You failed and being a partner and a parent. And you failed at your own death. You're an idiot and everyone else is paying for it. You cried. Silently because you couldn't handle waking up the kids. You held onto both of them. And you were so irritable it hurt. You cling to the for safety and held them close.

"Honey do you wanna tell us how long you've felt like that?" Joyce asked.

"I guess a few months ago. I just don't remember what happened. I just remember feeling guilty and it ate me up inside. I got lazier and it felt harder to do anything. And I was angry at the both of you for being so sweet to me. I just...." You looked up at Hopper and Joyce and tried to avert your eyes away from their gaze.

Hopper wipes the tears away.... To face you again.

"Y/N why didn't you tell us?"Hopper asked

"I felt guilty. I didn't want you to care or stop me. I felt horrible. And like I wasn't supposed to be around. I don't know how" You kept clinging to both of them for warmth and they gave it to you.

"Honey. Did you do any reckless things before today like things we should know about" Joyce asked politely still holding onto you.

"I uh cut myself. All on my thighs. I didn't want anyone especially the kids to see. I didn't want to be worried. Also scratching my thighs until they bleed. I would reopen old wounds." You said to her you didn't wanna lie. You already felt guilty enough

Hopper looked extremely distraught as he looked closer at you. He saw you had serious eye bags and your teeth were yellowing. You were wearing a jacket even though it was hot in the room probably iron deficient

"Jeez how'd we not notice sooner. You've been drinking more. You've been acting reckless. You're getting like no sleep. You don't eat enough. Your teeth are yellowing. I'm sorry honey we didn't notice." Hopper grabs your hand and takes you to the bathroom.

Joyce Follows him. They scrub your hair clean and comb it. And condition it and use dry shampoo. They help you brush your teeth. They clean your cuts and wrap new bandages around you. Throughout the next few weeks They continue looking after you. Reminding you to brush your teeth. Or eat. Something. Bringing you snacks at work. And helping you get ready for bed. You feel like a toddler again but it feels nice. Being tended to and cared for. In some strange way you feel nice for the first time. They lock away anything sharp or potentially dangerous even forks. And they keep the alcohol in a special cabinet you can't access. They drive you to and from work since you've gotten your license suspended. They always make sure you sleep near the and make sure you sleep as much as you need. Even having you call out of work if they feel you haven't slept enough the night before. They make you breakfast and dinner and make adjustments to any meal they need to as long as you promise to eat something. And they offer to clean any new injuries you may have given yourself without judgement.

"Honey I hope you know that you're going to get better ok? We promise we'll make you better. It's just a matter of time. No one here is gonna hurt you. We promise" The both say in unison before kissing you on the cheek.

[bonjas]

season 2 predictions:

I feel like I saw way more behind the scenes stuff that I never saw in the actual show, leading me to believe that either A. they already knew they would get a season 2 and filmed it at the same time or B. what was originally filmed was split up, hence why it feels so choppy. BUT probably neither of these things are true I'm just projecting 😩 cuz I still can't wrap my head around this season

I predict season 2 will bring us back to the original plot of Armando and Betty dating on the down-low and sneaking around behind everyone's back and that's how they reignite their relationship, and it's gonna end in another wedding for them.

there's sooooo much to talk about from the last two episodes but I'm too tired to really dive in, I can only think in bullet points lmao:

did I miss something? why did all of a sudden Hugo end the union/strike? that made no sense 😩

how did Mila and them even know about the papero and how to get there.....again did I miss something lol (edit: I forgot they're the original Ecomoda bodegas, but still they were acting like they knew exactly who he was, how lol)

the timeline was so fucked up. so you're telling me they ended the strike, Mila finds out that night about her mom and dads past, the next day Betty goes on the trip to cartagena and they're doing the fashion show at the same time? how did it get done so fast?! no one bothered to ask their president if they could do it, had the funds for it, bothered to ask her to come? HUH????? 💀 showing random shots of sewing and fabric doesn't do shit to show the passage of time 😭😭

the ADR by the beach sucked so bad it looked AI generated lmao. I'd rather have shitty ocean wave audio like in the original lol

Armando's lawyer continues to make no fucking sense as to why she even wants to be with him, it's a useless storyline with no context other than "of course she'd want to be with Armando Mendoza" and just serves as a "see, he's changed he's not hitting on other women" plot device

Betty's lawyer at least got to be cute and have actual interactions with her that help us make sense as to why she'd wanna make out with him 🤪 do yo thang girl

mila and nacho practically living together - huh?????? this novela is HORRIBLE at timelines, sense of time moving, days passing, literally without them saying that we would assume that was their second time sleeping together. bad bad bad.

mila going through the same betrayal as her mom - sorry I rolled my eyes at that one 😭 trying to wrap everything up in a bow having Mila discover the truth by somehow magically guessing his password, finding everything, spilling the beans during the meeting, all in one episode trying to have us connect to her heartbreak, girl we never fucking liked him lmao!!!!!!!! he was always ick as fuck u have horrible judgement 😭

glad her and Betty have essentially mended things but lmfao still have no idea why she was sent off for 5 years like that's not an insignificant time frame, 15 to 20ish is a HUGE stage of life and to have missed that??? like what?? but they depicted Mila so terribly I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop every time there was a "sweet" moment between them because they didn't give me any reason to think she was being genuine, I think that's a huge failing on their part cuz they never showed the love between them only Mila hating her, right to shopping and hanging out, there was a huge disconnect for me.

Mario you were fired, armando "rejected" your firing but what are you even doing here bro

Jeff and his relationship and their drama with Mila is so blah why is it even in this. Mila you suck for kissing him knowing he has a gf wtf? Also her hairstyle at the fashion show was giving Troll doll what did they do to you girl!!!

not letting Betty have a moment with her dad to actually talk about the diary is such a cop out, it could have been a beautiful moment in him confessing that he still failed her after trying so hard to protect her and she married the man that caused her the most pain and she couldve been like yeah it's pretty fucked up it's why I'm getting a divorce, after all that I feel like he still didn't accept us as his family~ or SOMETHING. crumbs, it's all I'm asking.

Ignacio being a sibling instead of a nephew is sooooooooo duuuuuuuumb lmfao literally serves no other purpose than to make people go GASP!!!! no purpose.

I FORGOT TO BRING IT UP BEFORE, WHY DID THEY MAKE BETTY FALL DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS AT ECOMODA LIKE THAT A WHILE AGO LMFAOOAAO WE ALREADY KNOW SHE'S CLUMSY YOU MAKE HER DROP OR CRASH INTO SHIT EVERY EPISODE

[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 52: Epilogue ✍️📲

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: mentions of death (as a memory), nightmares, pregnancy innacuracy probably, soft fluff, Liam's bday party AND ASH'S SECREEEEEEET

A/N: THIS IS A WRAP! Oh my gosh, I still can't believe that this began less than a month ago and it's been a hell of a ride. I've laughed and cried with this fic, I've met beautiful people and I discovered a lot of me while writing it. This isn't the end! I will definitely come to them in the future, Jake and Red have a very special place in my heart and it's time to let them go for a while and focus on the new pair... Rooster and Ash! I hope that some of you stay around for Tasting the Ashes. There's gonna be some mystery and also... well, you'll see. It's gonna be funny and crazy and I love it already.

It’s been months since that dreadful night, but it feels like yesterday. 

When you walked out of the house, dozens of police officers walked in, guns in hand, ready to get the two men who had kidnapped your kid. Nobody seemed to know yet that you and Gibbs had ended the job. 

Maverick and Rooster were there, playing with Liam, who had woken up at last. Paramedics checked on him, and even though he was fine, they wanted to take him to the hospital to run some tests. Just to make sure that he was completely okay. 

Maverick hugged you two tight, tears running down his face because his kids were okay. Yeah, Mav started to call you Red Mitchell that day. When you asked him what they were doing there, he simply said, “I couldn’t stay behind and do nothing. I came to help.”

It was like getting back the father you had lost so many years ago

Rooster had been taking care of Liam since he woke up and somehow managed to convince him that it had all been a nightmare. Both boys were playing with Liam’s Mater toy that Bradley had brought all the way with him. You almost cried when you heard Liam’s giggles. 

He was okay. Jake was okay. You were okay. 

And so was baby Seresin. She was perfectly fine and healthy. Yes, Jake was right. It was a baby girl, Jake’s little princess. Little Maeve had her father wrapped around her little finger before she was even born. He cried when you told him the name you wanted for her. 

Maeve was his mother’s name. You wanted to remember her in some way because, while she didn't always make the best decisions to protect her son, you could understand her desperation and how she believed that harming her child was the only way to spare him a life of suffering like hers. You had only been in Gregory’s presence for less than an hour, but it was enough to make you consider all the possible options and scenarios. A part of you could understand how scared Maeve must have been. 

While Liam was okay, and you were absolutely glad about it, Jake and you had to face another reality: the aftermath. You couldn’t sleep for weeks without waking up with fast breathing and sweat soaking up your clothes, running to Liam’s room, and checking that he was still there. Jake had it worse; he had to hold Liam’s lifeless body between his arms while your bloody one lay in front of him. He lost it all in his nightmares, just to wake up and realize that his family was there, that Liam was asleep in his room, that you were alive, and your baby bump was growing bigger each week. 

You eventually moved out of the house, filled with so many bad memories that neither of you was able to sleep without nightmares coming to haunt you at least once a week. 

Now both of you live in a beautiful house you bought outside the base with the money Jake inherited. Oh, yeah. A lawyer came to the base a month after the kidnapping, looking for Jake. He had inherited the company, the mansion, and a lot of money, most of it dirty. He didn’t know what to do with it. He asked for advice, but you didn’t think it was your place to say what he should do or not with that money. 

Jake eventually sold the mansion, donated half the money his father had owned in his life to different organizations that helped victims of terrorism or war, orphans, victims of domestic violence, etc. He wanted to give the money to people who really needed it. But he didn’t give it all, because, as much as he wanted to destroy the whole company and dance over its ashes, there were thousands of families that depended on it. Men and women who worked on making those weapons and whose money put food on the table. 

Jake Seresin was the owner of that company, but he didn’t run it. He left that burden to other people. It was better that way. 

He was a Lieutenant Commander now; he didn’t have time to run a company, be a father and the leader of the Dagger Squad. 

It turns out that Jake Seresin had been given a recommendation to get a promotion after the uranium mission, but Cyclone kept it hidden because he didn’t want Jake to become more insufferable than he already was. Or that’s what the ex-vice admiral stated in his court-martial. Jake had received several recommendations over those three years. The first was Maverick's, and that was the one that Cyclone first ignored. The second was by Captain Kerner, after the Dagger Squad worked on a mission under his command. Cyclone also hid that one. The third one was from you; a month after you came to base, watching the spectacular leadership skills he had, you thought that he deserved to be a rank higher than he was.

With all the things that happened, you completely forgot about the recommendation. But when Iceman started investigating Cyclone’s hidden agenda, he found out everything. Jake got promoted the day before Cyclone’s court-martial, so when you two walked in there the next day, Jake had his new shiny badges on, and Cyclone’s face was worth every waiting second. He didn’t actually do anything wrong, just hid information, was an asshole, and tried to get a good aviator kicked out just because he was jealous of him. 

He was dishonorably discharged, and you don’t have to care about him anymore. 

Dagger Squad is now led by two Seresins, even though one of them is gone due to maternity leave. 

“Sweets, are you okay?” 

Jake’s words pull you out of your daydream. “Oh yeah, I was just remembering everything.” 

He sits next to you on the sofa, his hand instantly moving to your belly. He finds it extremely fascinating how there’s a tiny little human inside you, growing every day. “It’s all in the past now, love. Now we have to think about the present.” 

“I still can't believe Liam is turning three today.” You chuckle when Jake presses his lips against your bump. “You love her more than me.” 

“Honey, you are my wife, and I’ll love you till the end of my days. But these kids are the love of my life.” 

You feel tears coming to your eyes at his answer. “You love them more than me?” 

Jake bites his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing, he knows that this reaction is due to the hormones. This second semester is making you cry a lot. You have been crying at the most random things: you cried when you ran out of peanut butter, when Ava started pre-k, when you and Jake went to the store to buy some new clothes for Liam and the t-shirt you wanted wasn’t in Liam’s size… 

He knows he shouldn’t laugh, but it’s hilarious. “Of course not, Mama Seresin, I love you more.”

“But a parent should love his kids more than anything.” You retort, hot, wet tears running down your face.

“I love your pregnancy hormones.” Jake giggles, kissing your pouty lips and cleaning your face. “We need to go, they’re all waiting at the Hard Deck.” 

Jake goes to get your shoes and helps you wear them. “Penny is so wonderful for closing the Hard Deck to celebrate Liam’s birthday party.” 

“Yeah, she’s the best memaw ever.” 

Charlotte walks in with Liam in his arms. “Someone said party?” 

"Look at her, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." Jake says, hugging Charlotte, who had been staying a few days with you. 

“I’m not beautiful anymore? Is it because I’m fat? It’s your fault there’s a baby inside me.” You say, crying again. 

Jake doubles in laughter. He loves your pregnancy hormones. 

“Why would Ash call Rooster instead of me?” You ask Jake, reading the conversation over and over again. 

“I don’t know, love. Perhaps she realized she was in love with him." 

“Nah, Ash doesn’t fall in love that easily.” You explain, watching Javy and Nat walk towards you. “You two are so cute together.” 

“Please, don’t cry again.” Nat begs, caressing your baby bump. “Maeve you need to get out of there soon enough or your mama will fill a pool with her tears.” 

“She needs to stay there for another four months, thank you so much.” 

Rooster walks into the bar, gift in hand, his mustache days are over, and he's rocking a short boxed beard. “I made it! I’m not late! You can’t yell at me.”

“I mean, I could.” Mav says, smacking Rooster’s head. “Why are you late to Liam’s birthday party?” 

“You didn’t read the chat?” 

“No, I was playing with the birthday boy.” Mav looks at his phone and groans. “Son, maybe you should forget about her.” 

“Wait, what? Now that she's looking for me?" Rooster shakes his head. “No chance in hell.”

All of you sigh at the same time, knowing that he’s completely in love with the mysterious girl she has seen a few times. He doesn’t even know how she is in reality, but he’s in love with this idea of her he has. 

“Okay so… now that we’re all here, and before we call the kids inside to start Liam’s party. Penny, my dear, can you come here?” Mav asks, looking around while searching for his wife.

Penny, and Ames too, go to stand next to Mav with a white envelope in her hands. You smile, knowing the secrets that the envelope hides inside. 

“I got a present for you, Jake.” Penny hands the envelope to Jake, and smiles, eyes glistening. “Open it, sweetheart.” 

“It’s not my birthday.” Jake chuckles, opening the white paper envelope and grabbing the folded papers that are inside. He unfolds it and has to sit down when he reads the big black letters at the top of the page. “Adoption papers?” 

“Your life has been an absolute disaster, Jake, and you deserve better than that. You deserve a loving family and doting parents that care for you, celebrate your victories, and are always ready to offer a helping hand in case of need.” Penny explains, hugging Mav’s arm. “And we want to be those parents.” 

“You want to adopt me?” Jake manages to say, nose red, and tears welling up in his eyes. 

“It was my idea, actually.” Ames stands in front of Jake, with a pen in her hand. “You’re my brother, and I want everyone to know that. Want to join the Mitchells?” 

“What happened with Benjamin-Mitchell?” He asks, grabbing Amelia’s pen. 

“It was a mouthful. Now sing those papers, you dingus.” Ames is on the verge of sobbing. 

Jake signs the papers and looks at you. “You knew about this?” 

“Of course I knew. It was a secret.” You kiss his cheek. “Guess we’re the Mitchells now.” 

“A big and loud family.” Penny says, hugging you and Jake, Ames, and Mav joining her too. “Charlotte, can I ask your daughter to call me mom?” 

Charlotte laughs and nods. “She’s gonna need you once I go back home.” 

“She has a boyfriend now. She's gonna leave me and run away with him.” You wink at your mom, and she laughs. You’re happy that she has found another person who loves her as much as your dad did. She deserves it. 

“You have to call me dad now.” Mav says, wiping the tears from his face. 

“Can I call you dad too?” 

You look around, trying to find the owner of the voice. Who said that? You see Ash standing behind Mav. At first, you don’t understand what she’s doing here. 

Then you realize that she just asked Mav if she could call him dad. 

And after that, you see the big baby bump she has. 

“Ash, you're pregnant?” You question, looking at her. “Wait, you want to call Mav da- Oh.” 

“I think I’m lost here.” Penny says, looking at Mav. “You know her?” 

“I-I don’t think so.” Mav glances at Ash, tilting his head. “Do I know you?”

“You remember Barbara?” Ash says, ignoring Rooster, who has moved to stand next to her. He’s going to pass out in a moment. 

“Babs? Your mom is Babs?” Mav looks at Ice, who has been sitting in the back with Mickey and Payback. “Ice, you knew about this?” 

“How was I supposed to know?” He groans, looking at him. 

“Babs was your friend!” 

“That doesn’t mean that she told me every secret she had. And she certainly didn’t tell me about you having a daughter.” Ice places a hand on Ash’s shoulder. “Sweetie, you want to sit down?” 

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. Twins make the belly look bigger.” 

You get up from your stool, walking over to her with a finger raised. “Excuse me, young lady. You come here on the day of my son’s birthday, and not only have you finally found the man you were looking for all these months, but you also happen to be pregnant with twins, and you didn’t tell me?”

“You would have told Rooster!” 

“And what does Rooster have to do with this?” 

“He’s the father!” 

“He’s what!?” You say, looking at Rooster. “You said you used protection!” 

“AND I DID!” 

You point at Ash’s belly. “YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?” 

Rooster looks between you and Ash, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. “This can’t be fucking happening.” 

Jake pats Rooster in the back. “Congrats, man. You’re finally having that baby you wanted.” 

Rooster's face goes blank before he passes out, Jake and Javy catching him before he falls to the floor. 

“Disasters follow this family wherever we go.” You say, sitting down next to Nat, watching as the guys move Rooster to one of the chairs. 

“Well, at least this is a happy disaster.” She says, before raising her beer. “Congratulations, Dada Bradshaw.” 

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How To Lose A Lucifer in 10 Days. 11 [Appleradio, Radioapple]

Step 11: Reach out to him

The ticking of the clock in the office of Bel sound so loud for some reason. Bel had Alastor laying down on the bed as she pressed lightly on his abdomen, around the area where the baby was supposed to be growing. Her fingers glowed in a soft purple when in contact with Alastor's skin as she was gathering whatever data was necessary.

He knew already that it was still too early to there be any major visible changes, thanks to his experience with Lilith, but Alastor was so slim as it was that he did look like he at least had a decent breakfast. Nothing that would make Charlie, Emily or anyone for that matter to ask what was wrong, if he was okay, if he had gone to the doctor already.

Sitting on his chair on the corner of the office, Lucifer saw the face of Alastor as the he followed the movements of Bel with a slight frown at the unwanted contact. The eyebags in his face were dark and heavy, traces of bad nights that Lucifer wished knew how to fix, but he hasn't still found the secret formula to do it for himself either. His own insomnnia just didn't show on his face yet.

"How is the search for our Luci?" asked Bel.

Alastor didn't seem any more willing to answer than he was to like the examination, so Lucifer had to step up instead.

"Uh, not great" admitted with half an uncomfortable grin. "The last one we tried was… a fucking nightmare to be honest. Did you know that the ocean is really, really big? As in, ridiculously ginormous? It's like an entire ring on itself down there. And aquatic demons live there that do not like anyone just swimming around their place. So that was another week we spend just looking and hoping something happen. Thank fuck for Emily that could help us to keep track off of where we were going because that could have taken forever without her. But uh… when we finally were close to the thing, it kinda… got eaten by a demonic whale and, before we knew it, it went poof. I have no idea what he wished for, but the stone just took them out of here faster than you could blink. Apparently you don't really need words for that thing to work, just a very strong wish in your hear or something like that. So that is nice to know" He cleared his throat, looking down. "There is still a thing on the Wrath Ring we have to look into. I asked Satan if he knew anything or heard something, but no luck there so we are going to just have a look around and see for ourselves."

"That is unfortunate" Bel commented and a small frown could be appreciated between two of her bigger eyes. "Maybe too unfortunate. Are you sure you guys weren't cursed or something?"

"No, no, no" said Lucifer, scratching the back of his neck. He would brush his hair back but the imp horns were in the middle and annoyed him to discover them every time. "We… checked already with Stolas. Charlie insisted on it. No, it's just… I don't know. Bad luck?"

Although he couldn't blame Bel or Charlie to come to that conclusion. It was absurd how much bad luck they could have. If someone didn't grab the stone before they could and used it, then it turned out it had been moved entirely and they had to search for it again or go to Vassago to get a new location. They wasted three days just looking for the stone of Charlie when someone, somehow, stoled it from him in the streets and that was a new different potion to get, with a target that was constantly moving. When they finally did caught the necklace again, it had been abandoned on a dumpster and there wasn't even anyone around to take any frustrations on. Not that stopped Alastor from throwing a couple of junk cars into traffic or nearby buildings. That was an exhausting day for everyone. Including the people who got crushed under the pile of trash suddenly coming through their windows.

But the day that stupid whale ate the stone was the worst of all. Alastor had come out of the water dripping as he shapeshifted his body to function over land again and barely aknowledged Charlie coming over with towells, trying to dry him up as she hesitantly tried to cheer him up, promising it was going to be okay. Lucifer didn't even know that he had that power, but it barely took him a couple of tries before he could open gills on the side of his neck in order to follow Lucifer underwater, because there was no way in hell he was just going to wait on the sand like Charlie had. Lucifer accepted the towell that Emily came to offer him, throwing glances towards Alastor.

The radio demon, the King Overlord who had tainted every attempt of theirs with the blood of someone else at some point, whose hunger always awakened at their failure, haven't killed nobody on their way up. Neither on their way back home. The murder intent was completely gone out of his face as he kissed Charlie's forehead to shut up her attempt at insist that they would get it on the next stop. His voice sounded almost sleepy as he said that it was fine. When they went back to the hotel, Alastor walked directly behind the bar, behind a Husk who knew already not to ask how it went, and grabbed a bottle to take with him to the elevator. Charlie followed him twisting her hands together, not knowing what to say. Just for that did Alastor stopped on his track. He came up to her and patted her head.

"Swimming got me very tired, little fawn" said, stretching his smile even more. "I just need to rest, that is all."

"A-alright" said Charlie, eyeing the bottle. It was a heavy one. "But uh… are you going to be okay?"

"I am okay now" Alastor brushed her bangs back to kiss her forehead, holding her cheeks. "You should rest too, dear. It will be fine. I am not drinking all of this by myself. A glass before bed never harmed anyone, so erase that frown, little fawn. Your father gave you a too pretty face for that."

Then Alastor had gone up the elevator with his bottle. That had happened two days ago and the night after that another bottle was missing from the shelf that Husk had to cover up with a new one. Alastor was still assisting to all the meals with his daughters, that never changed, but there was a slow blinking that happened more frequently than not, a small reluctance to move his body at all, a second more than necessary to respond when someone spoke to him. Only his voice and his face could have fooled anyone, remaining just as active as they usually were, but someone who paid attention could tell. The two princesses could. After following so closely that man towards their shared goal, Lucifer could too. Neither of them three knew what to do with that awareness.

He hated to say it, but Alastor was slowly reminding him to Bel's usual demeanor. That could only mean that Alastor was taking her pills after all. The pills that shouldn't really be mixed with alcohol. According to the information he couldn't find online, the effects varied greatly from person to person. To some people it would do nothing at all. To others it could make them to allucinate or make them have the worst trip of their lives. The lack of information regarding how any of that applied to a magical pregnancy in a fallen was not comforting in the slighteast. All his result searches kept saying only that it wouldn't negatively impact the fetus and that was it.

"Good news at least" commented Bel finally lifting her hands up. Alastor promptly buttoned up his shirt again as he sit upright. Lucifer noticed it took him to tries to get it right. "The baby is developing as it should. Everything is normal at this stage. You two did a good job."

Alastor didn't respond to the praise, struggling with the last button, so Lucifer did.

"Thanks, Bel. Should we be changing anything from now on or just do the same as before?"

"After the first month, at least five minutes of magic two times a week at minimum. The next month come see me again for another check up" said Bel to Alastor, who nodded slowly, like every movement he did. "Do you have any question? Have you noticed any physical changes now?"

"My head hurts a lot" said Alastor, blinking as he looked at her. "I don't know if that is to be expected or related."

"Could be" said Bel, even more slowly. "Stress does that to most people too."

"I am not stressed."

Alastor said it as if someone had asked him the color of his hair. Yes, of course it was red, couldn't you tell already?

"Okay" Bel turned to see Lucifer and Lucifer shrugged, not knowing what else he could say. "Does it make you sensitive to light? Dizzy?"

"No. Just bothers me."

"It could be just lack of sleep. As long you have a physical body, that body needs to rest. Have you been sleeping well?"

Alastor shrugged.

"The expected amount."

That wasn't what Bel asked, noticed Lucifer.

"Mmm" Bel looked to the side, to her wall full of colorful pills for almost anything someone could need. "Do you want a refill or you would like a dreamless sleep?"

Alastor nodded his head before realizing that wasn't the right answer.

"The second one" said, standing up of the bed just as Bel stand up from her chair.

She grabbed another bottle from the shelf and gave it to him.

"One should do the trick. Two only if it's not working. If that headache continues, I can prescribe you a good painkiller."

"Hey" intervened Lucifer, since Alastor wasn't going to do it, apparently. He pointed at the pills as the radio demon put them on his pocket. "What are the effects of those ones with alcohol?"

"Are you drinking?" asked Bel to Alastor, the most softest of frowns on her face.

Alastor shrugged, reaching out to put his coat. Bel seemed to take that as her actual answer.

"They should be the same as the other ones" said Bel, relaxing her face again. "If it didn't had any negative effects before, they won't have it now. Does that help you?"

"I guess" said Alastor, sending a glare to Lucifer. "I am not a drunk, for your information."

"I didn't say you were, buddy" Lucifer lifted his hands. "But she is your doctor, she should know."

Alastor groaned, but otherwise didn't add anything. He finally finished putting up his coat and turned, nodding his head to Bel.

"We will be here next month" assured, taking his leave first, as apparenty was already the usual.

"Thank you, Bel" said Lucifer, shaking her hand. "We really appreciate your work."

"Do a transference today after he had something to eat" said Bel. "That should help him to sleep."

"Alright" Lucifer sighed. A good night of sleep sounded good for him too, but he could manage trying to get one for Alastor now.

Back on the hallway, Lucifer walked over to Alastor.

"If Charlie or Emily asks" said Alastor without looking at him, "say we were in the Wrath Ring doing a preliminary research. Not a encouraging one in the end."

Lucifer took a breath, biting down any comment about how they should probably know by now. He wasn't stupid enough to not realize that Alastor wasn't going to hear any of it. Doing so would be to admit that Lucifer was not coming back any time soon to make the announcement. They both knew that stones was their last chance. If they failed with that one, they could only depend on the other side to find the solution.

"Sure" said finally. "Bel said to make a transference today after dinner" added before he opened up the portal.

"Very well" Alastor traspassed to the other side and Lucifer through suit, just in time to see Alastor dissapear on his shadow towards the elevator just as Emily caught sight of them. Leaving Lucifer to bullshit his out of not worrying her.

--

True to his word, he was planning to go to Alastor's room as soon he finished with his plate on the dinning room. But just as that moment his phone alerted him of a call from Satan and he had to answer that. What if he had found something useful after all?

By the time he finally could get into the floor of the apple tower, it was close to midnight, but at least he had a lightness to his feet. Satan had been sending around his own demons through the ring, especially to inquire around the area that Vassago had marked for them. That was a market flee area where all kind of things were being sold every weekend and sometimes people brought unexpectedly good things. They haven't found the stone yet, or seen anything like it, but if someone was selling it, without being aware of what it was, then that was just a matter of buying it off them. That was a much better alternative that just keep walking through the dessert hoping Charlie's necklace reacted. They did not need another experience like the one they went through with the ocean.

"Alastor" called, knocking on the door.

The same that opened up slightly by his hand. Alastor must have left it like that. When he peaked inside, he saw the figure of the demon slouching on one of the chairs in front of his chimney. The bottle of brandy close to the leg of his feet, right under his hand was hanging without any strenght.

Lucifer closed the door carefully behind him and walked slowly towards him. Alastor had his head fallen over his chest that was rising and falling slowly. It was the first time that he actually saw him seemingly sleeping. Who knew that the smile stayed there even then?

His Lucifer probably knew, of course.

"Let's get you to bed, buddy" said Lucifer, snapping his fingers as softly as he could.

The body of Alastor elevated in the air, hold by specks of golden magic around him. Lucifer grabbed the bottle and put it on the desk, just as Alastor landed gently on top of his bed without any aparent concern to wake up from. The only thing in dissaray about his appearence was how crooked his bowtie had gotten under his chin.

"Don't hate me for this" sighed, turning away as he snapped his fingers again.

From the red suit he usually wore was instead a casual t-shirt and sweatpants that Lucifer didn't even know if he actually used for bed, but had seen on the laundry as part of Alastor's clothing and seemed comfortable enough to fulfill that purpose. Once he was sure he was fully changed, Lucifer used his magic again to open up the bed and cover him up to his thighs.

Lucifer looked over to him and thought he looked already pretty calm in his opinion. Probably having a normal and repairing rest that he really needed. He considered just let him be for the night and do the transference the next day. Until the nagging sensation that Bel wouldn't have told him to do it at that moment, for that reason, didn't came to drill a hole in the back of his head.

"I am sorry in advance for this" whispered, lifting the white t-shirt of Alastor to leave his abdomen out in the open. The grey body of the fallen didn't moved at all except for breathing. "Doctor's orders" justified to no one, sitting on the side of the bed as he put a hand over the soft fur.

These moments were never not awkward. He never knew where the fuck do keep his eyes on during them. The fact that Alastor wasn't tapping his hoof on the floor or checking on his pocket watch was not making much of a difference. They have moved past the part in which Lucifer was sure that Alastor despised every second they had to be in contact with each other and now he could tolerate it while being awake, but that was as much progress as they had reached. Probably all the progress they were ever going to get.

He eyed the bottle of pill on the nightstand and bite his lips. It really sucked that Alastor was no more willing to just talk with him. Missing a spouse wasn't anything new to him. He understood the need to forget, to sooth, to distract and to desperately cling to the hope it would change. But the only time that Lucifer actually tried to get him to talk about it Alastor quickly reminded him it wasn't the same. A divorce could not compare to what he was going through.

His Lucifer very much wanted to be with him. He just couldn't, through no fault of any of them.

The comment was not supposed to be cruel, and Alastor did say he appreciated the effort after, but did ask him to be so kind to let him handle things on his own. This wasn't the first time he had to do it either and everything turned out fine in the end. Why it would be any different now? On top of that, added the radio demon without looking at him, the last thing he needed to hear was a familiar voice talking about missing someone else. Even if Lucifer changed it, he would know it was the same voice. He could always tell.

So Lucifer didn't try again.

Sure, they could still talk about other things. Lucifer even managed to get Alastor to tell him some of his stories himself, all about Charlie. Her conception and her almost ruined birthday. He came to even enjoy some of their banter instead of being annoyed by it. Enough words exchanged to make him wish he could have met that Alastor in better circumstances, in another moment he wasn't already preocupied with the father of his children gone. They could have probably found more common ground. Maybe be friends. His own Charlie would have cried happy tears at the prospect. This Alastor wasn't all that bad on the rare moments in which he actually relaxed. He couldn't be, or else no Lucifer would have stuck around for as long this one did.

Alastor throat bobbed as he swallowed in his sleep, turning his head over the pillow. Lucifer had completely forgotten about the time. He looked at his phone with his other hand, but he had no idea how much time had passed since he put his hand down. It could have been the five minutes top or ten or two for all he knew.

Sighing, Lucifer put his phone down and let it count to five minutes. Having some extra magic wasn't going to hurt the baby anyway, not like not having enough could. Alastor would surely agree on that as well. Despite everything that was going on, never once he stopped caring about the growing of his baby. With his pills and the bottle, both secluded to the safety of his own room, he had actually been as responsible of a father as he could.

Once the new five minutes were up, Lucifer pocketted his phone and pulled down the t-shirt. But when he was about to lift from the bed, a black hand came to grasp his and carry him over to the face of Alastor, where he nuzzled his cheek against the palm.

"Lucifer…" mumbled Alastor with a sigh.

Lucifer blushed, both because it was the first time that Alastor used his name and because he was not letting him go.

"No, no, no, no" whispered on the most gentle tone he could manage. He didn't want to scare him either with a sudden awakening. "Wrong one, buddy. I am sorry" added quickly, giving his hand a minimal push, but Alastor hold it stronger as his brow furrowed. "Oh, come on."

Alastor's face relaxed again as he pressed the black fingers of Lucifer against his lips, not really kissing them as much as letting them rest there. The white noise coming from him was calm and on the lower setting, so one could almost forget that it was there at all. Lucifer bite his lips becuase it was… warm. For as much he wasn't proud to admit it, it was the closest to someone's kisses he had been in a long while and he felt like a piece of shit for thinking that Alastor did looked better like that, relaxed and happy with what he thought was his husband.

Cursing himself on his head, Lucifer considered just teleporting himself away when suddenly something caught his eyes from the wall. A second later, a full chain had manifested from there and finished off chained to a golden shackle around Alastor's neck.

"Babe?" called his same voice from apparently the air itself. "Are you sleeping?"

Alastor grumbled softly as he now moved his head towards the chain, forgetting all about the hand. But by then Lucifer was not too stunned to move.

"Darling" sighed Alastor, turning completely. Blindly his hand found the chain in the air and hold it tight, pulling down hard. His words came out slurred, rushed as if he needed to get them out at that moment, it was now or never. "You lied. Liar, liar, pants on fire. Liar, buyer, liar."

"Have you been drinking, babe?" the other Lucifer sighed.

"Shut up" grunted Alastor, turning completely and barely lifting his head above the pillow. "You don't love me. You lie-e" The other arm of Alastor slipped over his bed, taking on the chain with him again. Alastor spoke without lifting his head now. "If you did, why aren't you here now? You don't love me so you aren't. I figured you out. You… tiny liar. So small I almost missed it."

"Al, it's not like that. Of course I love you."

"Leaving me with your kid to grow on my own."

Okay, officially he shouldn't be hearing any of this, realized Lucifer, beyond mortified now. He grabbed his hand back again and was about to open a portal when Alastor started laughing. A cackle that seemed to shake his entire body as he wrapped his arm on the chain, holding it tighter. The sudden cracking noise of the static made him shiver like an ice cube someone had dumped inside his shirt to slip down his back.

"But it's okay" said Alastor, pulling more until he lifted his upper body of the bed. The way his words were still meshing together didn't made them any less threatening. "I don't care anymore. If you don't love me, I am not leaving you anyway. If I have to freeze hell over for you to get it, I will, love. You can't scape from me. I will find the way to you, here, in Heaven or Earth. You are never getting rid of me. I am not letting you" Wobbly like a veil just born out of his mother, Alastor got himself on his four somehow and pulled the chain.

When his arm dissolved into shadow form through the golden links, infecting them like petrolium that was never going to get cleaned up, Alastor laughed again until his whole body had dissapeared, alongside with the chain. Lucifer hold his own hand like a lost critter that needed protection, mouthing uselessly at the empty bed. At the very obviously empty bed. With his mind still in blank, Lucifer ran outside of the room but there was no traces of Alastor's shadow or his magic nowhere on the hallways. As far his eyes could see, there was no Alastor on the hotel.

"Charlie" came out of him finally and his brain catch on the meaning a second later. "Charlie. Charlie!" yelled, running out to the elevator.

--

Alastor was still laughing when he reached corporeal form again, but lost all the strenght on his four limbs almost instantly, landing face first on another pillow.

Wait, what was he laughing about, again? He couldn't remember now. Everything in his head was spinning too much.

"Al…" called someone nearby and Alastor turned his head, glaring at a Lucifer that was way too close now.

"What are you doing in my room?" grumbled, snearing at the audacity of climbing to bed even, before giving him his back. Whatever, he didn't care. He furiously grabbed to the blankets of the bed and curled up on himself, without bothering to see if he went away or not. "Get out. I am tired."

"Al."

"Fuck off" Alastor yawned, a long and sustained one, before he buried his face on the pillow. "My husband won't like you here" warned for the last time, closing his eyes as he let the sleep take him.

[shywhispersunknown]

Casual Sex, The New Thief of joy.

I've recently been super intrigued by the story of Samson and Delilah. I couldn't for the life of me understand what was it about Delilah that drove Samson so crazy. Why did he love her and what made him stay with her after she repeatedly hurt him? I tore through that story at least 3 times searching for anything that would give me the answer I was looking for but came up with nothing. The Bible doesn't provide much backstory to their relationship. It doesn't specify if they were married or not but it does highlight her lack of love and respect for him which ultimately lead to his demise.

Throughout their love affair there are several instances where Delilah unabashedly set out to destroy Samson. Now I wont get into the entire story , but Samson was a Nazarite and his power source was his hair. He was a chosen man by God and his mission was to defeat the Philistines. Delilah, unbeknownst to Samson was hired by the Philistines to discover his secret with the hopes of capturing him. My girl would openly ask Samson what was the secret to his strength, and then would turn around and set him up! She did this at least 3 times and the wild thing is, Samson kept coming back for more! She'd even gaslight him, accusing him of lying to her and not really loving her. Sprung off the na'mean, he eventually gave in and told her his secret. And the rest is history. As I reflect on my last few years of dating, there are aspects of this story I can totally relate to. Follow me.

In my experience casual sex has caused me more harm then good. As I'd told myself time and time again, "this is your single season, you don't need a boyfriend". As much as that may have been true, it still didn't negate the fact that I wanted something or someone in some sort of capacity. 2019 I met my Delilah (we'll call him Dillon). On my quest of healing and being liberated from a tumultuous relationship, I somehow found myself entangled with a particular gentleman. Ill save you the details of how we met but the attraction was instant, and much like Samson, I was totally smitten. He didn't woo me in a traditional sense, but there was just something about him that really drew me in. I was admittedly lonely and love starved and truthfully it just felt good to have some male energy in my life. I didn't let on about my lack of love, but I feel like he knew. Our 1st date told me everything I needed to know about him. We were at a bar having a great time, and in walked someone he knew. The 2 locked eyes and the associate was visibly uneasy. Dillon excused himself and directed the guy outside. A few minutes later he returned and smiled then said "now we drink all night for free" I fell in love right there...*facepalm. We spent months galavanting through the city, every encounter was so random. I found him exciting, intriguing and incredibly sexy. We had a crazy connection and I wanted more of him. He'd told me he loved me several times, and I echoed the same sentiment, but every time Id mentioned us getting together...there was a pause. He'd give me excuses on why we shouldn't be together...begrudgingly I accepted it and tried to move on. But somehow or another, he always managed to draw me back in. He was sweet to me...(or so I imagined)he'd do the simple things I loved. Flowers just because, a playlist expressing his "true" feelings sent in the middle of the night...and random pop ups whether I was home or not. Sigh...these miniscule acts sown in manipulation would get me every time. I tried to be strong and step away, but I was caught up and couldn't leave him alone. Id pray about this, because although physically I was having a blast, emotionally I was messed up. Id discovered through my superb stalking skills..(kidding!), that he was seeing someone. But not just anyone, an amateur porn chick. With my own eyes Id seen the two in the act on twitter...I was mortified, disgusted and heartbroken. Here I was in the interim begging God to heal my heart , but the 1st pair of muscles and a smile comes my way and I'm ready to break out on the Lord? Some good and faithful servant I was SMH. All those tears man, those sleepless nights...crying out to God to help me get over the pain of the past...and here I was willingly walking back into the same thing.

I never confronted him about what I saw. I just tried to move on with my life. Id go long stretches without talking to him, and he'd oblige and not press the issue if he reached out and I didn't respond. But like clockwork, he'd figure out a way to lure me back in. We'd have these passionate moments and completely and emotionally naked.. Id tell him how much Id missed him and wanted to be his. We'd be great for a week...maybe even a month, but nothing changed. He was still sleeping with her...and me. Somehow or another I mustered up the strength to step away from him once again. I deactivated my socials and was determined to live life off the grid..at least until I got over him. But how was that supposed to happen if I was stalking him from my finsta? The delusion of it all! But I digress lmao..there didn’t seem to be much happening with him anyway. Before I knew it 6 months had passed.... and although parts of me still longed for him I was on my way to forgetting his face. One faithful day in June he reached out. He said he missed me, needed to see me and begged me not to deny him. Our last encounter was different. Although excited to see him, something was off. He didn’t look the same to me anymore…but he was still very much himself. The rizz was on a thousand and I fell for it once again. Completely aware that I had been had, I worked super hard not to get in my fantasy bag. There would never be an "Us" and I needed to let it go. As I steadied myself to take one last peak at his page( because I was shutting my operation down)…I saw that he was very much engaged. Fantasy officially over.

Before I met Dillon, I was on the road to the new me. The Lord was piecing my heart back together. My passion for Him was reignited, and although I had some tough days the love was palpable and real. Dillon seemed to be a beautiful distraction, no doubt. But was the few trysts I had with him worth the pain, shame and embarrassment I felt then? Absolutely not! The condemnation, the depression THE ANXIETY! for obvious reasons, heck no! Samson lost his anointing fooling with Delilah, and I derailed my healing path messing around with Dillon. But God, who is completely faithful gave ya girl another chance.

*The spirit of Delilah is a seducing spirit whose mission is to stop believers from fulfilling their destiny by enticing its target and lulling them to sleep. Believers who fall subject to this spirit forget their true purpose, giving Satan an advantage over God's people.

[morshuu]

I have some questions about Opheo

1. Is Opheo the Master of labradorite or Imagination or is he the master of both?

2. How did Opheo's element(s) come to be?

3. What kind of abilities does Opheo's element give them?

4. When was Opheo introduced

5. When did Opheo start getting feelings for Nya and Jay?

6. When did Nya and Jay start getting feelings for Opheo?

7. How did Kai react when he learned that Opheo has feelings for his little siblings? (I like to think that all of the ninja-the couples obviously as siblings)

8. What is the other ninja's relationships like with Opheo?

And the last question is Opheo a Ninja?

Heh.. glad you asked heh.. warning for lots of text below my dear followers!

1. I just put two different names for fun. It's the same element; labradorite represents his element! I just call it imagination.

2. He discovered his element when he was making a drawing of something. It scared him shitless when suddenly his very crude drawing of a cat came to life in front of him at age 10 and tried getting buddy buddy with him. Totally freaked him out and Ryacus had to figure out how to get rid of the thing cause Opheo hid in a trash can for hours and refused to come out.

3. Now that he's more in control of his powers and art skills don't effect how he pulls from fiction (he has nightmares about that drawing it scarred him).. Imagination allows him to pull things from ficticous universes; from books, comics, drawings, and from his or others own imaginations. It can vary from small inanimate objects to living monstrosities and giant weaponry.

Of course there is limits; the more ambitious the thing he's trying to "warp" to his reality, the less effect it has.

Something simple like a magical dagger will be able to have no problem being used in his universe, but if he brought something like a powerful god that's capable of destroying universes it would be more like just some guy with a good ass cosplay and somehow can make cool effects. They wouldn't be capable of damaging ANYTHING because that'd take too much energy up and not even Opheo would want to really do that.

He can also make hallucinations he pulls from his targets imagination. Unlike illusions these aren't real and can only be seen by the person themselves. It's usually either their greatest fear or their guiltiest pleasure. Think of it like they're having something like a night terror or day dreaming.

These can be broken by taking a picture of what's around them because they wouldn't show up, reassurance that what they aren't seeing is real, and or knocking out Opheo's focus.

4. Opheo met Jay and Nya ( and Zane, because he's dating Ryacus' brother and also was sent on the mission) when they were snooping around his home city. His home, The City (yes its called the city because i have no time to come up with names right now) has ridiculous amounts of unexplainable energy coming from it and went to investigate to make sure it wasn't something they needed to deal with.

Opheo is very protective of The City; it used to be similar to Imperium before he, Ryacus (his brother), and a rebellion removed the previous government. So anyone just snooping around like that gets him a little heated.

This occurs before the Merge. So he knew the group before whatever the fuck happened.

5. It probably was after a year or two of knowing them. He didn't like the Ninja at first, especially Jay, Nya and Zane coming into The City and trying to meddle with it. Eventually he mellowed out, got to know Jay and Nya, and to his dismay started crushing on them.

Even displeased with this he liked to flirt with the two of them to cope with it lol

6. They fell harder. Took them a little longer to realize but when they did they sat down with their head in hands because "how do we like this stupid snake boy who tried killing us".

Jay was the one to confess first and invite Opheo. All 3 now happily kiss and cuddle.

7. Kai didn't know until he overheard Jay and Nya talking about Opheo. Before that, he would get mad at Opheo for flirting with them because well, why is he flirting with two married people? THE ONES WHO ARE ALSO DATING EACHOTHER? AND THE ONES YOU TRIED KILLING? And would often chase him off because Opheo can be a lot sometimes.

He eventually also mellowed out, and once he got to see Opheo for who he really was. They're relatively good friends now, but get on eachothers nerves because Opheo is similar to Kai's younger self but a bit more mature lol.

8. He's good with them all. He's not best friends or anything, but he doesn't hate anyone. He likes to hangout with Cole a lot, and finds Lloyd peculiar (but relatable for being a hybrid. As far as Opheo knows, he and Ryacus are the only existing human/Serpentines around) and likes to tease him the most. Zane is probably his favourite because that's who his big brother is dating and he is INFATUATED with the fact this guy is a nindroid.

And to answer your last question; no, he's not a ninja. He doesn't plan to join them. He's the only other guardian of The City and he refuses to have to be seperate from it for long periods of time; and he knows damn well the Ninja are out doing shit constantly.

[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡ Sigma's sibling ♡¸.•'

Sigma discovers he had a sibling

Sigma x gn!reader (platonic)

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

'Excuse, do you know where I can find Sigma?' An unfamiliar voice spoke to Sigma, he turned around to see someone the equally, never seen before. 'I'm Sigma, may I help you?' He assumed you were just another costumer.

He saw you were a bit nervous but didn't say a word and waiting till you spoke. 'You're my brother.' You confessed which caused a very confused Sigma. 'But how is that possible?' He asked himself but you still heard him. Sigma was staring at the wall behind you trying to gather his thoughts together. This didn't last long as he invited you to his office to continue the conversation.

You two spoke for a while, getting to know each other more and how you found out you were related. Sigma was still a bit shocked but he agreed to meet you twice a week to get to know each other more and try to figure stuff out.

If you have parents Sigma would love to meet them, even if they are you adoptive parents.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Hypothetically Sigma could not know where babies come from... that's weird.

Families are weird and confusing as fuck fr.

Have a wonderful day/night and enjoy the warm weather, somehow.

-love, Az