#I won't go into the 'yes but t's strange how much they don't care about the yorishiro'

[iamhereinthebg]

Seeing Akane reacts so strongly seeing Kako being destroyed was already a big shot at my heart but Mirai and Akane protecting each other absolutely annihilated me in the last chapter.

Akane is a character who is really blunt about his opinion and stands his ground, he said right away in his introduction chapter how strongly he hates the clock keepers, and insists on how much he isn't like them.

In this new arc, he is forced to face this part of him he doesn't want to acknowledge since the beginning, he has been forced to do it a lot since the grim reaper arc (and I think it's really starting to get to him but this is for another day)

Aoi Akane, the human forced to be a supernatural who hates his contract and the clock keepers so much he wants nothing to do with them. But what does he do when fighting Tsukasa? He keeps the latter's attention on him so the threat can't get to Mirai.

Akane is mortal and human. The only mortal clock keepers and supernatural, and he still risks his life to protect Mirai. The yorishiro of the clock keepers yes, but mostly Mirai.

He shifts his attention from Tsukasa to her because he knows what she represents for the clock keepers and he waits for the moment to let her free, even if it results in him getting hurt.

Akane is the character of the cast who shows the most how he loves life, he definitely doesn't want to die. We can see it in how he defends himself, his last movement in this fight being one of protection (and fear). Something he has been doing more since coming back a second time from the far shore. Even if he doesn't want to die, he is still at his core a nice person. He is distressed at the idea of death, disappearing for good, no matter who it may concern in the end. Finding a way to protect Mirai (and the yorishiro) goes before his own safety.

And then Mirai gets the blow for him. She knows it means Tsukasa will get the yorishiro. Kako has been the mystery the most alarmed about the yorishiros being destroyed by Hanako. But Mirai, n°1, who knows how dangerous it is for another yorishiro to be destroyed for the land, sacrifices their seat number, herself and what is supposely the most important thing to them, for Akane.

Akane is a proactive character who rarely stops in his actions. Even when Aoi was "dead" he was activaly searching for a way to bring her back and when he learned she was gone he was quick to try to find a way to go where she was. When he stops, it's because he is physically unable to move. But here, even if he is still concsious and has Time's power he doesn't do anything, like he is the one being stopped in time, unable to move on from Mirai's body.

Mirai may be made of gears but it's been clear since the beginning that she has a real attachement to Akane. Wearing the name he gave her like a medal, jumping on him whenever she can, having a personality where she clearly has fun when he is present, and actually being the one noticing him on his first day at school.

And what does it mean after all for a yorishiro to be sacrified to protect something else? That maybe Akane is in the end more important than what the yorishiro represents for the clock keepers.

If this follows the pattern of a lot of mysteries it may mean that Mirai and Kako have strong regrets/resentment towards the story/person behind their yorishiro.

It's kind of beautiful in the end to see Mirai sacrifiying their past and future to focus on the one representing the present.

[diagonal-queen]

Omg you're backkkk<3 I hope uni's going well for you!

Maybe the Hunting Dogs with a s/o who's kind of mean/petty?

Hunting Dogs with a mean S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are the Hunting Dogs with a mean and petty S/O?

♡ cw: Swearing, u r a BULLY >:((, dw it's pretty chill though, non-graphic NSFW with Jouno, teensy bit of NSFW with Tachihara, mentions of violence, crime and torture

note: ahhh hello yes i'm back! uni's pretty great actually. i love being able to tell people i go to law school lmao, it makes me feel smarter than i am. uhh but i've been swamped and a bit busy, and i'm going back home for a week so i might not be super active over the next couple weeks, i'm so sorry my babies </3 but i'll still be lurking in case you wanna chat! as always, apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

Mf you think he cares?? He hired Jouno and Tachihara because they committed crimes, and he's more than happy to keep Teruko around. Bro doesn't give a FUCK that you're mean

If you're dating Fukuchi you clearly do give a shit about the welfare of society and world peace, so your individual quirks are just that. Quirks

He will fully let you just be a dickhead sometimes, because...like, why not?

I feel like Fukuchi is obviously often a very intimidating individual who strikes fear and commands respect from everyone else. But you? You just walk all over him

In some ways for him it's probably kind of refreshing to have someone around him who doesn't idolise him at all, or look up to him as a superior. It gets exhausting, for sure. Sometimes he just wants to be humbled and that's so okay Fukuchi, you deserve it actually /mean-spirited and condescending

Don't get me wrong it's not like you're an abusive partner! You're still obviously nice to your partner and you love him, but you definitely don't go out of your way to sugarcoat things or try to avoid any necessary confrontations

And Fukuchi genuinely really respects that about you. He's pretty similar like that, though still definitely goofier than you

I mean he won't want you sitting around with an RBF when he's at formal events and whatnot, because that really wouldn't have the best impression, but he's usually very gung ho about letting you be yourself

You're lucky he loves you man...lmao

Jouno:

He loves it. Full stop.

You two are just sadist central over here. Like he'll be torturing a suspect and you're just watching. Bored. Not a care in the world

(Jouno, I don't think you're legally allowed to invite your partner to watch you do your job- much less one like this, but...eh...)

You two are always just talking shit about people to each other, and like when you're out in public on dates you're just whispering to each other and judging people T-T

Lowkey kinda gets turned on when you guys argue. He thinks it's hot when you get heated and angry. Usually it ends in rough "passionate hugging", and the pillowtalk is when you both actually resolve the issue (dumbasses)

He might even purposefully rile you up sometimes because mf is just THAT much of a horny degenerate. You guys can call him classy and gentlemanly all you want, but we all know he's secretly deranged

Like an angry, horny goblin with a knife...someone stop him

Tbh you should probably bully him a little bit every now and then. I think he needs to be taken down a peg sometimes

Hey, he's more likely to listen to you than Tecchou, isn't he? Besides, it's nothing genuinely malicious. Just couple's banter

Oh, you guys are fucking LEGENDS at the couple's banter. Though you never do it in public, because a lot of the times the things you both tell each other as jokes can come off as really cruel jabs

Nah your senses of humour are just not family-friendly (violent and malicious)

You guys have very strange ways of showing your love and affection. But, hey, it works for you and that's what's important :)

Tecchou:

Ah yes, arguably the least meanie of all of the Hunting Dogs. Yeah uh he doesn't really like you at first

Tecchou doesn't understand being mean just for the sake of it. I mean like, for Teruko, she uses it in her career, and Jouno is sadistic and weird and also uses it in his career. You're just petty because you can be

But the more time you spend together the more he realises that you're really not that bad- you're really just more of the loveable asshole type

An acquired taste, yes, but this is Tecchou we're talking about! That's his thing!

He learns to appreciate the things about you that many others would probably consider flaws. He influences you for the better definitely...

...BUT you also kinda make him worse

He will adopt your 'deal with it bitch' attitude sometimes, but it doesn't hinder his relationships or work so it's fiiiiine

(Jouno isn't a huge fan of it though...but at the same time he kind of respects you)

Tecchou probably won't admit it but he really likes to listen to you rant and bitch about people you don't like. He just likes to listen to you be angry about trivial things, he finds it equal parts endearing and entertaining

If you're mean to someone who deserves it? Well I mean...who is he to stop you?

At the end of the day you're definitely emotionally self-sufficient, so that's one less part of you for him to fret over. All's well that ends well or some shit idk

Teruko (platonic):

You guys are literally the best of friends

She's the loud fiery kind of mean and you are the 'I will straight up meticulously ruin your life' kind of mean

You on some r/nuclearrevenge type shit and she fucking loves that for you

Like she's fully willing to plot and scheme with you and do whatever mean shit you suggest. You two are menaces and she should absolutely not be a military soldier

Teruko WILL smite your enemies. And by smite your enemies I mean she will actively do what she can to ruin the lives of people you don't like, with absolutely no remorse (pretty sure she actually commits crimes to do this)

She LIVES for your cruel one-liners and clever insults. Every time she hears one she absolutely hollers

Teruko enjoys it when you're mean to the other Hunting Dogs (except Fukuchi). They can handle a couple bitchy words so it's not a huge deal, but she's just extra amused by it

For the record you're not *mean* mean, you're just...humbling them (which let's be real they could use from time to time (Jouno, again, looking at you))

Nobody is surprised by your guys' friendship really

You're a dangerous pair. Please stop

Teruko kinda likes that you hold grudges so frequently because she'll never tire of hearing you shittalk the same exact people and events over and over again

She'll shittalk them too

Dia doesn't approve of this friendship

Tachihara:

You guys know that scene in B99 where Jake says that he can't decide if he's scared of Amy or turned on by her and then decides that he's both? Yea, that's Tachihara with you

He is a good person at heart, and outside of his mafia gangster persona he's really not that mean, and as such he does not encourage mean behaviour. But like, when you do it? Mm...

Bro is WHIPPED

Lowkey he probably gets some of his mafia persona ideas from you 💀

His mafia coworkers have no questions about how you two get along, and they generally like you. The other Hunting Dogs have a few more questions

Tachihara isn't some shy, quiet introvert, but he is generally pretty chill and a nice person. They like to playfully tease him about how different the two of you are (though if it gets too far he knows he can count on you to rip them a new one with no issue)

Dw they still like you though! Especially Teruko

He has absolutely no problems with you for being cold and blunt. It's nothing he himself can't handle, and in some ways it actually makes talking to you easier

Again, I'll stress that you're not mean to him, you're just not the most lovey-dovey person out there. But you DO put effort in and that's what Tachihara cares about, even if it isn't in a stereotypical way

If anything else, you're certainly loyal!

Tachihara loves you for all of your different eccentricities, and he's also kinda turned on by them. Win-win? Win-win.

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[maralarsen]

Does he love me? >⁠.⁠<🎀

~Theodore Nott x reader~

WARNING: cursing

Fluff/Little angst

° | friends to lovers| °

° |Summary: Theo starts to be too nice and the reader wants to solve it

° | I'm starting to feel that my stories are boring even though I've only written 3 of them and one of them is supposed to have a sequel

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"Who ever thought that the important books would be the highest," I jumped to grab the book on the elixir, but of course like the two attempts before and now I missed. "Sh*t!" I sinned, "pretty girls shouldn't swear."

I turned at the sound of a rather familiar voice. "Theo stop kidding and help me," why am I jumping for a book when he just reaches out and has it right away.

"Try to ask," he said with a smirk.

"I can see how much you enjoy watching me struggle with my height, Mr. Supreme!" but he just smiled and sat down on the nearest chair. He probably won't really help me if I don't ask.

Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not one of "his girls" who will ask him for something. I've known Theo long enough to not be naive that he likes me even though I had him. It's too much to say that I she could admit that at all.

But I'm not going to ask him for one stupid book.

CHAIR.

God, why didn't I think of that sooner. I walked over to the chair that was next to him, on which he was sitting, and moved it to the bookshelf.

"Why don't you just use a wand?" he asked me. "Because I probably forgot it?!" I reached for the book and took it in my hand, "ha, finally!" I raised my hands in the air as a sign of victory and I jumped from my chair to push her to her place.

"What are you planning for the evening?" I turned to face him, "I definitely don't intend to sleep under the image of God." I answered his question truthfully.

I wasn't the type to go to a party and then go to sleep and wake up in someone else's bed in the morning.

"Too bad, I thought you would come today," I raised an eyebrow at him, "and why?" he smiled at me and got up from his chair and slowly walked towards me.

He brushed a stray strand of my (c/h) hair out of my face and tucked it into place, behind my ear. "I don't even know myself, I had a feeling that you would say yes this time," I looked at him in disbelief, I was shocked by his actions.

There was always a friendly atmosphere between us and none of us ever crossed it. Why he suddenly behaves like that is strange to me.

"But as you can see I said no," I pulled away from him and left the library with the book in my hands.

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A week later:

Interactions with Theo became more and more frequent.

Touching hands more often while walking. Hugging more often when saying goodbye. More frequent peeking during class. And more often compliments.

It didn't bother me because one side of me screamed after every touch of his, but the other warned me against this and shouted to be careful.

But as it usually happens with a teenage girl in love, the first page won me over. I longed for his touch, for his caress, for every compliment. He was literally making me a desperate pile of misery. Well, I didn't show anything on the outside. At least I tried, I don't know if it really worked.

I wanted to talk to him about this. Because all he gave me was a sweep. I didn't know what to expect from him. Is he serious or just kidding?

This is how I ended up in Pansy's room. "Pansy please give me some advice," I begged her with desperation in my voice. "I think you should go see him…ouch!" she tried to give me advice while doing her makeup for today's Slytherin party.

Unfortunately, this combination ended with a pencil sticking into her eye. "Are you okay?" "Ow. Hey, I just pricked myself, shit." she put the pencil down and sat on the bed next to me. "Listen, go after him," "but what if he..." I started playing with the laces on my sweatshirt.

"No problem! F*ck you woman, you're only young once, so f*ck him if you love him. And also everything points to the fact that he loves you too!" I looked at her.

"But what if I don't love him, what if it's just an infatuation that we'll regret later?!" I threw up my hands. That's what I was most afraid of, that it was just an infatuation, nothing more than a little romance. And I will hurt him and our friendship.

“Listen, (y/n/n)! If you didn't love him and it was just a romance, just an infatuation, you wouldn't be despairing over it now. You wouldn't care. And something tells me he feels the same way. At this time she's always on the astronomical tower smoking." I smiled at her and hugged her.

"Why did I deserve you Pans, thank you!" she grabbed my hands and said: "You'll thank me later now run," definitely I didn't hesitate any longer and ran to the door.

I literally ran through the corridors to get to the astronomical tower as soon as possible and catch him there. When I finally got there, I stopped in front of the stairs. What if he rejects me...NO! Enough of the doubt it's now or never!

I confidently walked up the stairs. I saw him leaning against a pillar smoking. My self-confidence left me the moment he noticed me and put out his cigarette. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. "Theo, we need to talk!" he raised his eyebrows "Did I do something?" Yes you did! I walked closer to him "Damn you realize what you're doing to me. The unexpected affection. Why Theodore, why now. If you just want me in bed then do it right now stop. Because you won't get me there even though I love you so much that I'm afraid to admit it to myself. God, you can't even imagine how much I was bothered by all those girls clinging to you and..." it was so fast that I didn't even have time to react .

One moment he was leaning against a pillar the next his lips were on mine. It was a kiss worth a million unheard words. A kiss that confirmed mutual affection.

He pulled away first with his right hand on my waist and his left on my face. When did he manage to put them there? "F*ck! You don't even realize how long I wanted to kiss you. Feel your lips on mine. I love you. And I'm finally not afraid to admit it. I've loved you since the day I saw you for the first time, even though as an 11-year-old I didn't even realize it and didn't know what love was. Hence all the affection. That's why now. Because when I saw you in that library. That's when I realized that I don't want anyone but you. Only you and your personality." when he spoke, I couldn't believe his words. I had never seen so many emotions in his eyes in my life.

"Theo I don't know what to say," I dreamily looked into his stormy blue eyes.

"Don't say anything just love me. Love me like your life depends on it because I already do," he loves me.

Theodore Nott loves me! Me!

Now I wanted only one thing: "Kiss me." Please!" I begged him. "Are you seriously begging? You (y/n) (y/l)?" "Yes please. And now please do it!" He smirked and his lips met mine, but now with more softness than if they were made of glass and he has to take care of them and protect them so they don't break.

I kissed him back and my hands tangled in his hair and they pulled him closer. He pushed me against the wall in return. I finally felt complete as if I had always belonged in his arms.

I pulled away from his hungry mouth "I love you! Theodore Nott," "I love you too (y /n) (y/l). More than you can imagine," I smiled at him and pressed my forehead to his.

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• English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for the mistakes

• If you have any requests for a story, write to me ☺️

[doctorbitchcrxft]

No Exit | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual ? )

Warnings: Jo and reader are dicks to each other, canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 5754

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You and the Winchester boys had been hunkered down in the rooms Ellen told you about the first time she met you for a few days now. You were grateful for her generosity while you and the brothers tried to pin down your next move with the demon or another hunt, but you were going stir crazy. You sat on the hood of the Impala under the shade of a tree pouring through newspapers. Sam and Dean approached you after a few hours of you researching.

“What are you doing to my baby?” Dean asked you.

“Dee, she’s fine, we’re bonding,” you said, tapping the spot next to you on the hood. “Nothing’s dented or broken; promise.”

He gave you a skeptical look but said nothing else.

“ ‘Sides, I was getting ready to come get you anyway,” you said, hopping down. “I think I got something. Los Angeles, California.”

“What’s in L.A.?” Sam asked.

“Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult,” you smirked.

“Yeah? Girl got a name?” 

“Katie Holmes.”

Dean chuckled, and a grin spread across your face. 

“Seriously, though, it’s like all things supernatural disappeared off the face of the earth,” you continued.

Dean turned his head toward the Roadhouse at the sound of a glass breaking. “Ooh, catfight.”

You grimaced and followed the boys into the bar cautiously. Ellen and Jo were arguing loudly about Jo wanting to go off and Ellen wanting her to stay at the Roadhouse or go back to school. She stopped shouting when she noticed you. “Guys, bad time.”

“Yes, ma'am,” Sam said. The three of you turned to leave.

Dean got one more quip in, saying, “Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway.”

“Funny, let’s go,” you deadpanned, grabbing his jacket lightly and pulling him to the door.

“Wait. I wanna know what they think about this,” Jo said.

At the sound of the creaking front door, you turned to see a family with two kids under three walking in wearing bright yellow “Nebraska is for Lovers” t-shirts.

Ellen continued to yell despite the customers that had entered. “I don't care what they think!”

The father of the two young kids cut Ellen off. “Are you guys open?”

Jo yelled, “No!” and her mother yelled, “Yes!”

The dad grimaced and shrank away. “We’ll just… check out the Arby’s down the road.”

The phone rang as the family left, and Ellen went to answer it. Jo turned to you and the brothers; her gaze mostly focused on Dean, per usual. 

“Three weeks ago, a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment.” She shoved a file at Dean. Dean looked down at it strangely.  “Take it, it won't bite,” she said.

“No, but your mom might,” he responded.

Jo’s lips pinched, still holding out the folder. He took it reluctantly as Jo continued explaining. “And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished. All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or—”

Dean flipped through it and cut her off. “Who put this together? Ash?"

Jo smiled proudly. “I did it myself.”

Dean hummed, impressed, and you took the folder from him. You flipped through it, secretly hoping to find holes in it somewhere, but you couldn’t at first glance. You were impressed, too, much to your chagrin.

“I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less,” Sam added.

“Good. You like the case so much, you take it,” Ellen stated.

“Mom!”

“Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't.”

Your gaze softened as you took in Ellen’s grief-stricken features. You could completely empathize with how that felt. And so, you and the brothers set off. 

***

“I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case,” Sam said as the three of you stalked around the deceased’s apartment.

“I don’t,” you said. “Her mom’s only trying to protect her.”

“Exactly. Maybe she put together a good file,” Dean added, “but could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so.”

You pulled out your EMF meter and continued walking around the very nice apartment. “What I wouldn’t give to have one of these,” you muttered. “You getting anything?”

“No, not yet,” replied Sam. Just as he spoke, you heard his meter beeping. He leaned over to something in front of him, and you walked over.

“What's that?” you asked.

“What?” Dean came up behind you as Sam reached down to the lightswitch and lightly touched it.

“Holy crap,” the younger Winchester said.

Dean reached forward, too. “That's ectoplasm. Well, Sam, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man.”

You snickered. “Can we get through one hunt without a Ghostbusters reference, please?”

“Never.”

“Guys, focus, please,” Sam deadpanned. “I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit.”

“Alright, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls,” Dean said. You followed him out of the apartment and immediately had to cling to a wall to avoid being seen by the approaching voices. Your face fell when you realized one of the voices was Jo’s.

“It is so spacious.” Her voice was getting closer. “You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place.”

Dean stepped out suddenly. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“There you are, honey,” Jo grinned, wrapping an arm around Dean’s waist. You could’ve killed her.  “This is my boyfriend Dean, and his buddies, Sam and (Y/N).”

“Good to meetcha,” the landlord said. “Quite a gal you've got here.”

Dean smacked her ass roughly, trying to convey his frustration to her. “Oh yeah, she's a pistol.”

“So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent,” Jo asked Dean.

“Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Heh. Great flow.”

“How'd you get in?” the landlord asked.

Dean swallowed harshly. “It was open.”

“Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?” Jo grinned back at the landlord.

“Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stuck me for the rent.”

“Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if Dean-o loves it, it's good enough for me.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Dean gritted through his teeth, smacking her again.

Jo pulled out a wad of cash. “We’ll take it.”

The landlord’s eyes widened, and he immediately brought you back to the front office to get a key.

***

You paced around the lovely apartment furiously at Jo re-hijacking the hunt you’d hijacked from her. 

“I’ll flip you for the sofa,” she said to you.

“Does your mom even know you’re here?” you asked.

“Told her I was going to Vegas.”

You scoffed. “She’s not stupid, She’s not gonna buy that.”

“I'm not an idiot,” Jo challenged. “I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos.”

Dean took your humorless laugh as an opportunity to jump in before you got any uglier. “You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here, either.”

“Well, I am,” she said. “So untwist your boxers and deal with it.”

“Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?” Sam questioned.

She gave a prideful smile. “Working. At the Roadhouse.”

“Hunters don’t tip that well,” Dean replied.

“Well, they aren't that good at poker, either,” she smirked.

‘Take away her immaturity, inexperience, rashness, and massive crush on Dean, I probably could be friends with her,’ you thought.

Dean’s cell phone rang. “Yeah?” He answered, still glaring at Jo. “Oh, hi, Ellen.” Dean and Jo had a furious muttered argument before he said, “I haven’t seen her” back into the phone. “Yeah, I'm sure… Absolutely.” Dean hung up, and Jo grinned cheerfully.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” you hissed at Dean. “Ellen’s gonna murder us.”

“Seriously?” Jo folded her arms at you. “You’re scared of my mom?”

“No,” you spat back. “I just don’t wanna babysit the whole time I’m trying to hunt.”

“(Y/N), stop it,” Sam warned.

“Me? This chick has a death wish, and I need to ‘stop it’?” you snarked. “I’m going to get some air.” You stomped out of the room, Dean trailing behind you.

“(Y/N), where are you going?” he asked.

“Away,” you snorted. “She’s pissing me off. I’m not hunting with her.”

He grabbed your arm. “I’m not happy, either, but what’s this really about?”

You felt caught. “What?”

“You heard me. What’s goin’ on? You’re normally the one who has to talk me off the ledge. Not the other way around,” he said.

You lowered your voice. “I don’t trust her,” you began. “I don’t trust her to have any of our backs. All she’s tried to do thus far is get in your pants and act like an immature brat.

"She has potential, sure, and she’s smart, but she’s not one of us. And I have no idea what her skillset is. She pointed a rifle at you one time; we’ve never seen her use one. She could be an awful shot. And she has no idea how to actually kill anything. She’s, what, twenty-one, twenty-two? She didn’t grow up hunting. She has no experience.

"She doesn’t belong here. And you not telling Ellen she’s here was a huge mistake. Because now, she’s our responsibility. And like I said, I’m not babysitting. If it’s between you or Sam, and her, I’m saving you and Sam every time.”

Dean smirked down at you.

“What?” you hissed.

“You’re jealous,” he said simply.

“Seriously? Did you hear anything else I said?” You crossed your arms and quirked a brow.

He chuckled. “Yeah, I did, and I agree. I’ll watch her if you’ll watch Sam, okay? No blood on your hands if something happens to her,” he replied.

You shook your head. “No, Dean, I don’t like that, either—”

Dean smirked down at you. “What, don’t you trust me?”

“Of course, I do,” you replied. “I don’t trust her.”

He chuckled. “I think you said that already.”

“Just—” you huffed. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Dean snorted. “C’mon, it’s me we’re talking about. I’ll be fine. Will you come back and be civil now?” he asked.

“No promises.”

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this, then.” He raised his pinky at you, and you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t make a pinky promise I can’t keep,” you replied.

“That’s the point. You have to, so I know you’ll be civil.” Dean looked down at you, a challenge in his eyes and a smile plastered on his face.

“But—” you tried.

“No.”

“Dean,” you groaned but locked pinkies with him nonetheless.

“See, was that so hard?” he smirked down at you.

“You can’t use my own thing against me,” you said as you headed back to the apartment. “That’s against the rules of pinky promises.”

“Oh, there’s rules now?” Dean questioned playfully.

“There are when I say there are,” you responded flippantly, opening the door to the apartment.

Jo and Sam turned to face you, and you suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Look, Jo—” you started.

“Save it. It’s fine,” she replied.

“Well, okay, then,” you mumbled, softly enough that only Dean could hear you mocking her. 

Dean gave you a warning look. “(Y/N).”

“I know, I know.”

***

You sat at the table with your laptop next to Sam as Dean paced around the room. Jo had been flipping her little knife around for the last thirty minutes while she looked over the blueprints for the apartment.

“This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago,” she explained.

“Yeah? What was here before 1924?” Dean questioned.

“Nothing. Empty field.”

“So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell,” Sam added.

Jo shook her head. “I already checked. In the past eighty-two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor.” She looked up to Dean. “Would you sit down, please?”

Dean sat hesitantly at the head of the table, eyeing Jo guardedly. “So, have you checked police reports, county death records—”

“Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing,” she said.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” Dean replied. “Could you put the knife down?”

She complied, eyeing him angrily. He glared back.

Sam huffed. “Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it.”

“Meh, unless somebody’s got a relic from an Egyptian tomb, I’m not sure a cursed object has the kind of spirit power necessary to make ectoplasm,” you said. 

Jo completely ignored you. “Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?”

“Right. So. You and me, we'll take the top two floors,” Dean said firmly. “Sam and (Y/N)’ll take the bottom two.”

“We'd move faster if we split up,” the blonde tried.

“Oh, this isn't negotiable,” Dean responded. 

***

You and Sam returned to the room way sooner than Dean and Jo did. The two of you found nothing of particular interest, unfortunately, and opted to just sprawl out on the couch and floor watching a rerun of Seinfeld. 

“I just wanted to tell you,” Sam began, “I don’t think you’re wrong about Jo. Just… tone it down a bit. My brother’s dickish enough to her.”

You sighed. “Dean made me pinky promise I would be civil, so you don’t have to worry about me anymore.”

He scoffed. “My brother made you pinky promise?”

You giggled. “I introduced him to the concept.”

“What have you done to him?” Sam chuckled sarcastically. 

You shook your head. “I have no idea. I don’t know what he’s doing to me, either.”

Sam paused. “Have you… talked about it at all?”

You nodded your head from side to side as if to say, “sorta.” “I just don’t think now’s the right time. I mean, after your dad, I don’t wanna take advantage of that or him to use me as a distraction.”

He nodded in understanding. “I get it. But… I also don’t think Dean would use you.”

You shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.” You paused. “How are you holding up, by the way? We haven’t had much of an opportunity to hang out one-on-one recently.”

“Honestly? Not great,” he sighed. “I’m scared, man. I don’t know what’s happening or how to stop it. And I think my dad died thinking I hate him.” Tears began to well in his eyes. “I never should’ve said those things to him.”

You got up from the floor and went to sit next to him. You reached out and grabbed his hand, squeezing firmly. “If it helps at all, I think my dad died thinking the same. And that feeling goes away after a while. I think both our dads knew that despite our many, many, many issues with each other, the bottom line is, we loved each other a lot.”

He squeezed your hand back and looked at you with sad, puppy-dog eyes. “I hope you’re right.”

The door opened to reveal Dean and Jo bickering and Dean’s fist clenched around a clump of blonde hair with skin attached to it. 

You giggled. “What, you hate each other that much that you ripped a piece of Jo’s hair out?”

Dean deadpanned, “No, smartass. We found this in a vent.”

Your stomach dropped. “Oh. Gross.”

“Yeah, exactly,” Dean grumbled. He opened the trash can in the room and dumped it inside.

“Alright, it’s getting late,” Jo stated. “Who’s sleeping where? There’s four of us, two beds, and a couch.”

“(Y/N) and I’ll take a bed,” Dean said casually almost immediately. “Sam’ll take the other. Jo, you got the couch.”

The three of you were stunned at Dean and his adamancy. 

Oh-kay,” Jo said, still shocked. 

“C’mon,” Dean said, jerking his head toward one of the rooms. He picked up your duffel bags and headed off.

You followed behind, saying “Goodnight, guys,” and shut the door behind you. You tapped the sides of your thighs with your palms as you stayed firmly planted by the door.

Dean seemed to feel a little awkward, too, and blew out a breath. “Was this… uh, okay?”

You nodded. “Yeah! Yeah. Sure. Why not? We’re adults. We’re friends. We can share a bed. No big.”

He chuckled. “You sure? You ramble when you’re nervous.”

“Nervous?” you laughed awkwardly. “Why would I be nervous?” He raised a brow at you, and you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’ve just… I’ve never… Hunting’s lonely. Even when I did hook up, I’d leave before I fell asleep.”

Dean seemed stunned. “Really? Why?”

“I don’t know, it just… felt too intimate, I guess? And I’ve never had anybody I seriously cared about that I’d want to experience that with,” you explained, sitting on the foot of the bed and kicking off your shoes.

His voice quieted considerably. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

You nodded. He seemed to understand what that meant, though both of you refused to talk about it. 

Dean showered, as did you, and then you climbed into bed next to one another. The two of you seemed to have scooted to the far edges of the bed, facing away from each other. After several minutes in silence, Dean spoke up.

“(Y/N)?” he murmured.

“Yeah?” 

“C’mere.” 

You could feel yourself getting flustered as you shuffled over to Dean, who now laid in the center of the bed. He opened his arms and wrapped them around you, allowing you to lay on his chest. You rested your hand on his stomach, and he took in a sharp breath.

“Should’ve cleaned the pipes,” he muttered.

You scoffed. “Perv,” and moved your arm across his stomach completely. You settled into him and drifted off to the most peaceful sleep you’d had in a while.

***

The next time you awoke, you felt arms around you, and you tensed. It took you a second to remember Dean was sleeping soundly next to you. His arms held tighter when he felt you shift, and you turned your face toward his. You smiled sadly at his beautiful, peaceful face, knowing this hunt would be the only time for quite a while that you’d get to wake up to him. You closed your eyes and nuzzled back into him, only to feel him groan above you; beginning to awaken.

“Morning,” he said. His sleepy voice was incredibly attractive. His arms didn’t move from around you.

A smile spread across your face. “G’morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Great, actually,” he admitted. He almost looked sad and regretful as he looked down at you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“You’re confusing me again,” Dean said.

You looked away from him, understanding. Your face fell, too. “You’re confusing me, too.”

“I want to… be more to you so bad,” he began, “but I can’t. I’m tired, (Y/N). I’m so fucking tired. I’m tired of this job, I’m tired of dealing with my dad, I’m tired of… all of it.”

“I know,” you said. “So, what do you want us to do? Do you— Do you want me to leave?”

“No, god, no,” he said quickly. “I don’t know what I want.”

You snorted. “Well, what is it you don’t want? Why don’t we start there?”

He considered for a moment. “I don’t wanna lose you.”

“You won’t,” you immediately said.

“Will you let me finish?”

“Sorry.”

He sighed. “I don’t wanna name and claim anything right now. I don’t wanna be just your best friend, but I also— I don’t think I can—” Dean paused and took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t be able to give you what I want to give you right now. I can’t be what you deserve.”

“Dean,” you said. “This is a very low-pressure situation. I know you and I can’t go there right now. I know that. And… I want to, too. I care about you more than I’ve ever cared about… anybody else.” You swallowed tensely, not sure if you’d said too much. “I— I want you to heal. And I know you’re tired. And I know it’s awful. And I hope that one day, I can make things better for you. But I also know that you have to fix you first. But until then, we can just be us. I won’t initiate anything. I need you to come to me when you’re ready. And until then, we’ll just be you and me.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

You smiled softly. “Always.”

***

After you and Dean talked things over a bit, you learned from Sam that another girl had died. Dean was off to investigate the room while you, Sam, and Jo researched. Jo wouldn’t look at you with anything but disgust after you spent the night with Dean. Her schoolgirl-ish crush was beginning to really just annoy you more than make you jealous.

Dean burst through the door. “Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn.”

“And her apartment?” Jo questioned.

“Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too.”

“Well, between that and that tuft of hair, I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls,” Sam added.

“But who is it? Building's history is totally clean,” Dean reminded you.

There were various pictures and blueprints from Jo’s file spread across the table between you, Sam, and Jo. You picked up a picture of the field where the apartments now stood. Next to it was a building with bars on its windows. “Check this out. We’re next door to a prison.” 

“Nice going, (Y/N),” Sam grinned. 

Jo pulled out her phone. “I’ll call Ash—”

“No,” you shook your head, standing. “Let me figure this one out. Something about this is sounding really familiar to me, and it’s gonna bother me if I’m not the one to nail it down.”

“And what a shame that would be,” Jo snarked.

You glared at her as you continued to pace around the room. “Blonde hair, in the walls, prison, field, Philadelphia…” you murmured to yourself. You repeated it over and over to yourself until something struck you. “H. H. Holmes,” you breathed. “Holy shit.”

“What? What about him?” Sam questioned, straightening in his seat.

“That was his whole thing! He was really, and I mean, really into blondes— though, he’d kill just about anybody— had his whole ‘murder castle’ thing in Chicago, and the feds tracked him all the way to Boston. They brought him back to Philly, and he was hanged. Hence, field. Fields next to old prisons were almost always used for hangings,” you explained.

“What do you mean, ‘murder castle’?” Jo questioned. “And how do you know all this?”

“I like true crime,” you shrugged. “He built all these fake walls, fake hallways; his place was a fucking maze. Acid vats, trap doors, quicklime pits all up in his basement— although most of that was probably sensationalized— but anyway, this guy was a complete freak. ‘Multi-murderer’ was first used to describe him before they knew what serial killers were. He confessed to twenty-seven murders, but he probably killed over a hundred. He, uh, he used chloroform to kill his victims.”

Dean nodded, “Which is what I smelled in the hallway last night.”

“At his place,” you continued, “cops found human remains, bone fragments, and long locks of bloody blonde hair.”

Dean snickered at Jo. “Boy, you sure know how to pick 'em.”

“Well, we just find the bones, salt 'em and burn 'em, right?” she said, anxiously.

“Nope. His body’s in town encased in a couple tons of concrete,” you responded.

“What, why?” she asked.

“Didn’t want anybody fuckin’ with his corpse. ‘Cause, y’know, that’s what he did,” you cringed. 

“Wait, (Y/N), that means Teresa could still be alive. Inside the walls,” Sam added.

You nodded. “Yeah. Poor girl.”

“We need sledgehammers, crowbars. We've got to smash these walls; anywhere thick enough to hide a girl,” Dean barked out, hurriedly moving around the apartment.

***

You went with Sam, and Dean went with Jo as he promised you he would. Sam couldn’t get too far into the crawl-spaces of the walls, and you insisted on pressing forward. If you could get through, then the space was big enough to hide a girl. 

“(Y/N), holler if you need, okay?” Sam called to you.

“I’m good, dude, I promise. But you do the same.” You continued to wriggle through winding, claustrophobia-inducing corridors till you came face to face with the man himself; H. H. Holmes. Although, this version of the famed serial killer was a lot more gray, decayed, and gaunt than the one you’d seen in pictures. You screamed, “Sam!” before the world went dark.

***

You next awoke in a box that eerily mirrored a coffin; it was made of wood and just big enough for you to lay down in. You pointed your flashlight up at the ceiling to see long, deep, bloodied gashes in the wood; presumably nail marks. You huffed out a shaky breath, collecting yourself, when you noticed a slit in the wood to your right. A noise startled your already shaken mind, and you heard Jo say, “Hello?” You refused to talk, worried that it would upset Holmes even more.

You heard another woman’s voice coming from a different part of the room. “Is- Is anybody there?”

Jo continued talking. “Your name's Teresa? This won't make you feel better, but I'm here to rescue you.”

“Oh, god. He's out there; he's gonna kill us!” Teresa cried.

“No, he won't. We're getting out,” Jo insisted. “My friends are looking for us; they'll find us.”

Footsteps fell eerily nearby, and you could vaguely make out something approaching you.

“Oh, god, he's here!” Teresa sobbed.

“Shh! Just be quiet!” Jo scolded.

‘So much for being quiet, Jo,’ you thought. The next thing you heard was Jo screaming in pain, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from calling out to her.

You took a knife out of your belt and began hacking at the wall. You kicked with all your might until you finally started to break through a little. Suddenly, a man’s mouth appeared at the opening you were making in the wood. 

“You're so pretty. So beautiful,” the spirit cooed, reaching in your cell to stroke your cheek. You cringed and turned away, groaning in disgust. You turned back and stabbed it with your knife, the spirit crying out before disappearing again. You went back to kicking and hacking at the door with even more force than before. At long last, the paneling came loose, and you laughed in relief. You pried the rest of the paneling away from the wall and rolled out onto the floor, catching yourself before you toppled over completely. When you stood and dusted off your hands, Holmes appeared behind you and clasped a hand over your mouth. You kicked and struggled against him, screaming behind his hand muffling you. You wrestled with him a bit more before the spirit suddenly let you go. He disappeared completely when you heard a gunshot go off.

“(Y/N)!” Dean ran into the room, holding a shotgun.

You breathed out a sigh of relief. “Holy shit, I’m so happy to see you.” You ran to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Um, little help, here!” Jo said from her box. 

You ran to the wall next to her and picked up a crowbar lying nearby. You began prying the cell open, groaning strenuously as you did so. When it finally released, you helped Jo down. “You okay?” you asked her.

“Been better. Let's get the hell out of here before he comes back,” she answered.

“I’m not leaving here just yet,” you said.

“(Y/N), no—” Dean protested firmly. He seemed to understand what you were doing.

“What other plan do you have, Dean?” “Wait, what’s going on here?” Jo questioned.

“(Y/N)’s gonna use herself as bait,” he explained. 

“What, would you rather Jo be bait? I don’t think so,” you said flippantly. “Now, get them out of here.” You gestured to Sam to help a frightened Teresa and Jo out of the room. 

***

You sat in the center of the room completely unmoving. You sat cross-legged, breathing evenly. You’d learned long ago how to steel yourself to these situations. You grinned slightly when Holmes began to approach you. When he got very close, Dean yelled, “Now!” and Sam and Dean began shooting the bags of salt you’d strung up to the ceiling to create a perfect circle of salt around the spirit. You ran out of the circle, leaving Holmes trapped inside. He wailed and growled at you, running around the salt circle pathetically.

“Scream all you want, you dick, but there's no way you're stepping over that salt!” you laughed coldly.

You and the brothers climbed back up out of the sewer and closed the grate, fully silencing Holmes’ howls.

***

“So? This job as glamorous as you thought it would be?” Sam asked Jo as the three of you stood over the top of the closed sewer..

“Well, except for all the pee-your-pants terror, yeah. Sure. But that Teresa girl's gonna live a life because of us. It's worth it, isn't it?” Jo replied.

You nodded. “Yeah. It is.”

“Hey, what if somebody finds that sewer down there, or a storm washes the salt away?” she questioned.

Sam chuckled. “Both very fine points. Which is why we're waiting here.”

“For what?”

As if on cue, you heard the beeping of a large truck backing up. You grinned over your shoulder at Dean backing up the cement truck he’d stolen, and motioned for him to stop when the spout lined up over the sewer’s entrance.

Dean got out of the cab and came to stand next to you.

“You ripped off a cement truck?” Jo scoffed.

“We’ll give it back,” you shrugged. You turned a lever on the side of the truck and watched the cement pour down into the entrance. 

“Well, that oughta keep him down there till hell freezes over,” Dean grinned.

***

As you and the brothers were heading out with Jo in tow, Ellen appeared at the entrance of the apartments, intense anger bubbling just under the surface. You and the boys cringed at the sight of her.

“Mom—” Jo began.

“Not now.”

She forced the five of you to ride back to the Roadhouse in complete silence. Ellen sat in the front seat, staring blankly ahead, and you were sandwiched between Jo and Sam in the back.

Dean chuckled awkwardly. “Boy, you– you really weren't kidding about flying out, were you?”

“You told her?!” you couldn’t help but blurt out.

Ellen scowled at you in the rearview mirror. You shrunk under her gaze. 

“How about we listen to some music?” Dean flicked the radio on. Ellen immediately reached forward and flicked the radio off.

You looked up to Dean, who looked back to you.

“This is gonna be a long drive,” he muttered.

***

Ellen dragged her daughter into the Roadhouse by her elbow, and you and the brothers followed closely.

“Ellen? This is my fault. Okay?” Dean tried. “I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo did good out there. I think her dad would be proud.”

Ellen whipped around, angrily commanding, “Don't you dare say that. Not you. I need a moment with my daughter. Alone.”

The three of you left and loitered around in silence for the next few minutes. Jo stormed out of the Roadhouse soon after, tossing a glance to Dean to incentivize him to follow her.

“That bad, huh?” he asked as he walked after her.

“Not right now.”

“What happened? Hey, talk to me.” He grabbed her arm and spun her around.

Jo immediately jerked her arm out of Dean's grasp. “Get off me!”

“Sorry. See you around,” he said, turning back to you and Sam.

“Dean,” Jo’s broken voice called.

He turned back to the blonde.

“It turns out my dad had a partner on his last hunt. Funny, he usually worked alone; this guy did too, but,” she swallowed her forming tears, “I guess my father figured he could trust him. Mistake. Guy screwed up, got my dad killed.”

The older brother’s face scrunched up. “What does this have to do with—”

“It was your father, Dean.”

Dean scoffed. “What?”

“Why do you think John never came back? Never told you about us? Because he couldn't look my mom in the eye after that, that's why,” Jo spat.

“Jo—” Dean tried.

“Just... just get out of here. Please, just leave.”

The three of you did as Jo asked. You headed back to Bobby’s to regroup and find yourselves another hunt. Dean was silent on the multi-hour-long drive back. When you stopped at Bobby’s house, Sam went inside. Dean stayed seated in his car, and you stayed with him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

He scoffed. “ ‘What’s wrong’? Did you hear anything Jo said?”

“I did, I just wanted to see what’s goin’ on in your head,” you replied, unfazed by his attitude.

He shook his head and sighed. “If Ellen hated my dad so much and didn’t trust us at all, then why the fuck would she have called my dad in the first place?”

You nodded, getting out of the car; followed by Dean. “Yeah, I don’t get it,” you agreed. “She wants to get involved with your personal family shit and the demon and let us bunk at her place, and then bring up old crap you and Sam weren’t even a part of? I mean, I get that John did something that got ‘im killed, but I really don’t see how that’s your fault.”

“Whatever,” Dean grumbled. “At least we don’t have to babysit anymore.”

You snorted. “That’s one way to look at it, I guess. But you don’t have to pretend you’re not bothered by it. I know you are.”

He scoffed.

“Dean. I know you are. And I also know that I trust you with my life. And you know I don’t trust easily. You are not your father.” You walked up the steps into Bobby’s house, leaving Dean in the junkyard to mull over your words.

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Stitches (Andrei Svechnikov)

He is back, back to the medical room. Fluff.

Nurse/Doctor!Reader.

Warning: injury, stitches, nothing explicit but named.

The groan was instant. When the duck had he gotten that and why had it taken him so long?

"Oh god, Svech"

He chuckled a bit and shook his head. "I'm fine"

"Come in, that needs stitches. You are not fine, mister" You scolded him.

Andrei walked in with slow moves and a smile. The idiot knew how to tease you. He was a damn expert.

"Not that bad, doesn't hurt"

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your things.

"They clear you and you go and get this..."

A low laugh rumbled on his chest when he sat.

"A Puck"

You turned to him. "You got a puck to the face and didn't come to see me inmidiately. You know that it's easiest if the wound is new" You exassaid exasperated.

Andrei grinned and crossed his arms.

"I can take it"

"Sure thing, big boy."

There was something in the way you called him that that always made him smile. It was the way you got all flustered when you realized you'd call him that. Always the same and it still made him smile like a kid.

Many joked about his crush on you. But Andrei never believed it was that obvious. He just had bad luck, an injury and a favourite doctor. That was all.

"Okay, as angry as I am, I have to close that soon. Have you cleaned it?"

Andrei shook his head and you groaned, which again made him laugh. "I'm going to ban you from coming here"

"No, you won't" He simply said.

Obviously, you wouldn't. His little visits were the light of your days. You adored him. As he had a favourite doctor, you had a favourite player. Even if he had gotten cut, the tiniest one with a paper, he would come to see you. A head ache? Svech is on the waiting room, YN. He was always there, he was always looking for you. And you were more than happy with it.

You walked to him with your tools in a car and Andrei spread his thighs. It wasn't very professional, but you were already used to it.

"Okay, some anaesthesia first"

"Can take it" He tried to stop you.

"I know, I just don't want to hurt you" You said. "It's mostly to relax the area, won't last much"

Andrei's eyes had that glow. That only happened when you were around. Your soft voice and careful moves got him like this. I just don't want to hurt you. You cared about him.

"Okay" He whispered.

He let you alone with your work and was actually glad you put that amount of anesthesia. You were concentrated and Andrei didn't know where to look. At you? The ceiling? Down? No, not down, your chest was right there. Eyes close? Too dramatic.

"I can't believe you got hurt right when they gave you green light" You said.

"They?" He asked. "You were there too"

You chuckled. It was ironical. "I have no say in their decisions. I'm barely an intern"

Andrei felt a sting on his chest. You had been one of the doctors that had worked with him the most. He knew there was people over you, but still you had kept an eye on him and his recovery.

"But you worked with me the most"

It was sour, yes. You worked your ass and then barely got recognition.

"I know"

"I read your reports. I know I'm back because of you too"

You looked into his deep brown eyes and took a deep breath.

"T-that's nice of you" You said.

Deception? Maybe. But what did he expect you to say.

"Uh... I talked to the physios" He wasn't going to tell you that at first. But we'll, he was already there.

You cut the last thread and cleaned the stitches.

"What did they say?"

"That you are really good at your job. And that I'm right"

"Right?"

You pushed the car to the side and put some space between your bodies. This conversation was turning strange. You didn't know where it was going.

"That you should stay"

Your eyes rang for a few seconds. Stay. You looked at him with big eyes. He meant with the team, right?

"Stay here with the canes. As our doctor. One of them at least. Officially"

"What have you done, Svechnikov?" You breatheless asked. You weren't angry. You didn't know what you were feeling. You were mostly confused.

"I asked them for a recommendation" He said. His hands were gripping the bed, he hadn't been this nervous in a while. "Some of the guys agreed that you are an excellent doctor, the physiotherapy crew too. So..."

You threw yourself at him. He was astonished for a second, he needed a moment to register what had just happened before hugging you back. Oh wow, it feels amazing. It was your first hug, it was the first time you felt eachother this close. Andrei was glad he had taken a quick shower. He didn't want to hug you with all the post practice grim.

"Thank you" You breathed out. With his hand on your lower back and his other across your shoulder blades, he pulled you even more flush to him. The bed was now digging in your thighs and his legs were caging your hips.

"I want you here"

You smiled and he swore he could feel the twitch of your lips in his neck. Oh damn, he was head over heels for you.

You pulled back and cupped his cheeks. He sucked a breath because for a second he thought you would kiss him. He even closed his eyes when you leaned in and then felt so stupid when instead you pecked his cheek. Only once. It was enough to have him burning from his face to his chest. You weren't in a much better state when you finally pulled back from his body.

"I-I don't know how to thank you, Andrei" It was so intimate when you called him by his name and not his nick name.

"There is no need"

"You got me a job"

"You got yourself a job. You are hardworking and professional, everyone agreed with this. I just had to get them to talk about it"

"Still" There was this inmense urge to cry in your chest. It was such a beautiful thing to do for someone. "It's the nicest thing someone has ever done"

Andrei smiled and looked down at his hands. "I promise it's nothing"

"Well, it is for me. You believe in me"

He nodded. "I do"

You leaned in again and his breath got stuck on his throat once more. Fuck, you wanted to kill him. Another kiss in the cheek that left him yearning for more. If he only knew that you were dying to kiss him too... You weren't brave enough to do it, though. Your nerves were showing.

"I move a couple of threads so you don't miss many games because of this" You said.

Andrei felt the blood rush to his feet. Miss games? He had just gotten back to regular practice. He couldn't miss more games.

"What? Why?"

"That cut. Do you think you can play with those stitches? What if they open?"

Terrified. That's how he looked. But in a cute way. You couldn't avoid laughing.

"I'm kidding. I'm just kidding" You said grabbing your belly. What a better way to scape from feelings than a good joke?

A smile broke on his lips with a incredulous laugh. He adored you. He fucking adored you so much. His instincts won this time. He reached for you and pinched your clothes. Then, he pulled. Good reflexes were enough to grab you before you tripped. And then he kissed you.

You whimpered, kind of pathetically you sobbed in contentment. He had done what you couldn't. With a hand in your waist and the other on you neck, Andrei melted in your kiss. His mouth was warm but his lips were chipped from the day in the ice. Not that you cared when you could finally run your hands over his hair. It was so sweet and slow that you could have been dreaming it. Even when he pulled back and pecked your lips one last time, it felt like a fantasy.

"I-" You gulped and smoothed his hoodie with your hands. The strong muscle under relaxed under your touch. "Wow"

He laughed and caressed your cheek with his thumb.

"Everyone tease me all the time because I spend a lot of time here"

You giggled and nodded. "You do, Svechy. I started thinking that hockey wasn't your game with how clumsy you seemed"

He rolled his eyes and hugged your waist.

"I want you around for a long time"

"Stop... I don't want to cry at work"

Andrei leaned and kissed your cheek. "Do you want to go out?"

"Dinner?"

He nodded quick.

"Okay" A silly smile broke into your lips.

"Okay. See you?"

"I finish soon"

"I'll wait for you"

"Okay, big boy"

[atimeofyourlife]

Worried about me, you're hurt worse

Day 25 | rated: t | wc: 873 | prompts: SURGERY | Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good." | cw: aftermath of a car accident, major character injury | ao3 Buck and Tommy in the aftermath of a car accident, Tommy needing major surgery when Buck only needed stitches. Follow up to day 6 It comes crashing down

Buck couldn't help pacing round the waiting room while Tommy was in surgery. He felt guilty for coming out of the accident only needing a few stitches, where Tommy needed major surgery and had coded in the ambulance. Even though he knew it was not his fault, the other driver was incredibly drunk, there had been an almost empty bottle of vodka by the drivers seat. But he still blamed himself.

He'd been resistant to getting checked out, and it was only when Eddie threatened to tie him to a bed that he'd allowed a nurse to make sure he was okay and to stitch up the cut on his forehead. His focus was on Tommy.

"Buck. You're not going to help Tommy by working yourself up. You were injured in that crash too. Sure, not as bad, but you still need to look after yourself." Bobby said coming over to where Buck was pacing.

"I. I just. I need to help him."

"I know, but you can't help him, you can't take care of him if you don't take care of yourself."

"Okay."

--

"Family of Thomas Kinard?" A nurse came into the room.

"Yes. Yes, that's us." Buck was up and crossing the room quickly. "How is he?"

"I just need to confirm, I have an Evan Buckley listed as his medical proxy?"

"That's me." Buck replied. "They- they're all family. They can hear it."

"Mr Kinard has made it through surgery. He'll be moved to a ward shortly." She explained. "He has suffered a number of serious injuries, and it will be a long and complicated healing process. His right femur, hip, and wrist are all broken, as are five of his ribs, one of which had punctured his lung. There was also some internal bleeding into the abdominal cavity, and a ruptured spleen. We conducted a CT scan, and there's no indication of swelling or bleeding around the brain, which is a good sign, but we won't be able to fully assess any head injury until he's awake."

"When can I see him?" Buck asked.

"After he's been moved to the ward, someone will come and notify you when he can have visitors."

"Thank you." Buck replied, and the nurse gave him a soft smile before walking off.

"He'll get through it, Buck. We'll all be there fighting alongside you, helping out in any way that we can, okay?" Eddie said, guiding Buck back to a chair.

"But- he's so hurt." Buck could feel tears welling up in his eyes. "He's going to be down for months."

"And he'll complain about it every step of the way. Just like you when you're injured." Chimney teased lightly. "Tommy's tough. All you need to do is be there to support him."

--

It felt like an age before Buck was able to sit with Tommy, even though everyone kept reminding him that it hadn't been that long. And once he could see Tommy, he felt his heart break all over again. Seeing the man he loved in a hospital bed, with so many injuries to recover from. It was almost too much.

Buck took a seat next to Tommy's bed, and held his uninjured hand.

"I need you to wake up, okay. I. I love you so damn much. I mean it, you're it for me, Tommy. I want us to spend the rest of our lives together, grow old and retire. I know it's not been that long, but I. I can't imagine a future without you now." Buck said quietly, words only for him and Tommy.

He'd been sat with Tommy for thirty minutes, maybe an hour, he wasn't exactly sure. Time seemed to be moving in a strange way, seconds creeping by so slowly they felt like hours, and blocks of ten, fifteen minutes passing in the blink of an eye. But Tommy seemed to be stirring.

"Tommy? A-are you awake?" Buck asked, keeping his voice low.

"Hmm- 'Van?" Tommy mumbled, opening his eyes for a second before closing them again.

"Yeah, I'm here." He squeezed Tommy's hand gently.

"Lights." Tommy screwed up his face a little. "Happened?"

"On it." Buck got up and crossed the room so he could dim the lights. He didn't finish until he was back next to Tommy. "We were in a car accident. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit the passenger side of the jeep."

"Oh." Tommy opened his eyes and looked up at Buck. He raised his hand to brush against the stitches on Buck's forehead. "You're hurt?"

"Of course you're worried about me." Buck couldn't help the laugh he let out. "You're lying in a hospital bed with multiple broken bones, a chest tube because one of your broken ribs punctured a lung, and without your spleen. And you're worried about me, where my worst injuries were a cut that needed six stitches and a minor concussion."

"Don't like you hurt." Tommy replied, pouting slightly.

"I don't like seeing you hurt either, Tommy. So you have to let me take care of you until you're all better." Buck leant in to kiss Tommy softly. It would be a long recovery for Tommy, but at least they had each other.

[prettypinkporkchop]

👋 hi

Can I request Quil x punk reader whos like really flirty with him even before they get together.

Quil to me gives such insecure, awkward guy who's never felt the touch of a woman a day in his life and if someone were to flirt with him he'd just start malfunctioning and catch on fire or something (and i fucking love him for it).

I just think it's funny, reader so much as winks at him, and he's a stuttering mess and the pack makes so much fun of him for it

Ever since you were a teenager, you've had a big backbone. You are super straightforward, and you don't care what people think! You have a darker style, and you are absolutely goals.

You met Quil Ateara on accident. You were eating at a diner, and someone tripped you. Quil grabbed your arm before you fell. As soon as you guys saw each other, the world stopped spinning. It was super strange. He's been up your ass ever since, and you don't mind. But bro won't do anything! Thankfully, you aren't scared.

Emily sits next to you at her table with a plate of chips and salsa. "Hey, Em?" You ask. "Yes?" She smiles at you. "Why can't I stay away from Quil? And why is he so insecure?! He doubts his every step, it seems." You giggle. Emily makes a small smirk. "That's for Quil to tell. But I can say he's never had luck with the ladies." You gasp in shock and then laugh. "Homie is the hottest guy on earth." Emily rolls her eyes and giggles. "You're going to kill Quil. Every time you look at him, it's like he loses his thoughts."

The boys run into the kitchen being rowdy as usual. We'll, you've picked up on the behavior after being around Quil for a couple of weeks. You stand up and make your way to Quil. "Hey, cutie.'' You grab his arm and wink at him. He freezes and blushes. "H-hey. I.." He gets lost in your eyes. His arms are warm in your hands. You can feel him get a bit shaky.

You hear the guys behind you start bursting into laughter. "Dawg, when will you-", you turn and see Jared's hand covering Embry's mouth with a stfu face. You giggle and then pull Quil outside. "Where are we going?" He asks. "It's been two weeks, and you've never given me a reason as to why I can't stay away. But, I think I know." You smirk and slowly push him against the side of the house. You place your hands on his sides and push your body on his. "What?" His breathing speeds up. "There's something about you, Quil Ateara. Maybe you should ask me to be more to you." You lean in, standing on your toes to reach him. Your lips are way too close to his. His eyes widen, and you can feel his heart against your chest.

You back away and then bring him back inside. Everyone is just chilling and eating. Quil pulls out a chair for you. "Thank you." You kiss his cheek and sit down. You can already see the face in your mind so you don't bother to look up. "Awe, Quil!!!" Paul jokes and grabs his arm, shaking it. Everyone begins to laugh except for Emily. She is looking at you with a knowing look.

After dinner, Quil took you home. "Hey, uh, I don't know exactly how to ask you..." He scratched the back of his neck. You plopped down on your bed and stared up at him as he stood above you. You decided to play with him, as usual. You stared in his eyes. He stopped breathing. "What is it, baby?" You let your hand grab his.

"Uh, I, I, uh. Wow." He turns red and chuckles at himself. He breathes hard and then looks at the ground. "Do you want to be mine?" He says really quietly. You giggle and pull him on top of you, laying back. "Yes." You tangle your fingers in his hair. "Can I kiss you?" He gulps. You giggle and then press your lips on his.

The feeling surprises you. You genuinely felt like your soul merged with his. You are in love. You love this guy. You felt it from first sight, but right now, you are mentally admitting it to yourself.

You walk closer to the group that sits around the bonfire. You look up at Quil and grab his hand. He interlocks your fingers and walks to the wood to take a seat. He sits down on the wood, thinking you would sit beside him. Instead, you sat on the ground in between his legs and look up at him. He looks down, his face beet red. His lips slightly parted, and his eyes are wide. You wink at him, making his take a deep breath and look up at Jacob, who sits next to him. "She's got you bad, huh?" He chuckles. "God! You should see his face when he sees her eyes wandering around his sexy boddaayyy." Embry laughs while shaking his chest. Paul laughs at Embry and then grabs onto Rachel. "Guys, s-stop." Quil smiles embarrassed. "S-STOP!" Jared mocks. "Okay, okay, enough." You tell everyone. "Okay! Let's begin." Billy Black starts.

A few hours later, you are staring at a wolf that stands in front of you. "Damn." You gush out. You step forward toward him. He bends down a little. You run your fingers through his fur. "My Quil. I'm your imprint." You smile with your eyes wide with happy emotions. The wolf huffs and then walks back to the woods.

You wait a few minutes before Quil comes walking toward you. You run into his arms. His bare chest against your shirt. Your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your back. "Oh my goodness, my Quil Ateara!" You squeeze and kiss all over his cheek. He giggles and spins you around. "I love you!" You yell excitedly. He stops spinning and sets you down. He looks at your face with seriousness but gentleness as well. He pushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Do you mean that?" He asks. You press a quick kiss to his lips. He kisses back, fluttering his eyes. You pull away and nod your head. "I do. I love you. I've known it from that day at the diner." His cheeks spread widely into a great smile. He giggles and then pulls you into him. "I love you so much, y/n."

"Quil! Keep your thoughts to yourself." You guys jump and turn to see a shirtless Paul and two wolves standing next to him.

[pistatsia]

I also wasn’t a fan of ness backstory but would love to hear your personal opinions on why you didn’t like it as much?

I HAVE SO FUCKING MUCH TO SAY-

T/w for excessive amount of hate and oversharing lmao

Well, in the beginning I'd like to say that I grown up in some shitty circumstances which resulted in me having some, uhhh, Ness-classical problems so I may be biased here 😭 Rather not "may" but "will". How can I continue to relate to him when he's like that. Like that's not a representation I wanted. Where's emotional deprivation? Where's emotional abuse? Where's his unsuccessful attempts to get his parents and siblings love because no, lol, no 7 yo child will just accept that he's outcast and be ok with that. He should have tried to adjust to them, he should have tried to reach them, satisfy, do at least something for them to care about him BECAUSE THAT'S HOW CHILD PSYCHE WORKS. And where else would he get this people pleasing towards Kaiser if not from the family? Kids need love for survival, it's not optional. It's a need. They can't just say "oh yes my parents and siblings are stupid I'm going to be alone from now on!".

Okay, now in the order.

First of all, we get the scene of Ness mother saying him he should cure his finger himself, even comforting him while saying that with her "chance of you dying from it is incredibly low". Bad words, bad phrasing, bad everything, it's like to say "dentist just gonna use this drill to take your rotting teeth off" to a kid but still - it's not direct scolding or hate. It's bad, but care. And like, yes?? It was quite a normal parental behavior, even if not really sensitive? You can't be near your kid all the time, they should know how to help themselves because one day you WON'T be there for them. It's a normal way of raising a kid if you don't want for him to grow up weak-willed and helpless. Bad way to approach that, but still. She even mentions that he shouldn't bother her with every LITTLE cut - she'd care for him instantly with something serious. Since we get this flashback from Ness from his following age, we can conclude that he still cherishes that memory as something which hurt him deeply and which was incredibly cruel from his mother to say, forming his personality. And that's… At least strange.

I mean, I also have a story when I cut my finger really deep as a 5 yo and my dad said smth like "go and spit on it and don't bother me" but I won't say it was turning point in our relationship lol But it was valuable in addition to all of other fucked up shit. Otherwise I wouldn't have remembered it at all.

I'm not saying that my experience is the only relevant but child's psyche, especially with some predisposing towards anxiety and personality disorders, has basically the same algorithms. Because till the transitional age child is like a clay, not having it's own form yet. He just adjusts to his family and surroundings.

Memories like that are the ones which CAN be turning points but ONLY in addition to other. They can't be, like. Definition of how your relationship were. It's one small insignificant episode.

Reaching the next scene - Ness reading his book and asking his brother and sister AGAIN about some magical something. Do I need to say that any kid would be irritated if their younger sibling will go and whine around about something you don't like, and again again and again when you have not once said that "that's nonsense I don't like"? It's a normal reaction for kids. They're not grown adults to control their each and every action understanding Ness fragile psychology.

Also, I mean- he got that fantasy book from somewhere, right? He is little kid ~6 or 7 yo, I believe there's few ways for kid to get one. Even if it was gifted by his grandparents or family's friends, or taken from the school library, it's not that his parents have teared the pages from this book. He reads it quite calmly, not hiding - and even demonstrates it to his siblings. His parents allowed him to read such books. No one was REALLY against him reading about something he liked. Not understanding, yes, being bad emotionally repressed family, yes, offending him in some way, probably not really caring, but… It's not that bad as Ness tries to show, at least from the side of his mother and siblings.

Secondly - snowman 💀. Lol, Ness, sorry but have you heard about Rin + Sae drama? About Barou and his little sisters because of which he probably has this obsessive compulsive thing with cleanliness? I love my little brother deeply, but for god's sake he was awful as a kid, the type that will put the hand in the fire and in socket just because I said "you can't do it it's dangerous". Even if we really got along despite the different attitude towards us from our parents, we still fought, and screamed, and got scandals over the laptop. It's a normal part of growing up with siblings.

Not just normal, but obligatory.

And… Ness' brother and sister actually tried to get along with him till some point, even if in their own way. They tried to make him fit into their world because somehow, but they loved him, and wanted him to be more or less happy and near them. They couldn't understand his passion for magic, they couldn't realize - but they had their parents as example, and they knew that while two of them fit into their parents world, Ness doesn't. And thus both magic book scenes and snowman one were a normal reaction from young kids - Ness irritated them, being too loud, and speaking some nonsense because of which they couldn't play and research together, all three of them. That wouldn't be a normal reaction from grown ups, but once again - they're kids. Siblings. Destined to ruin each other's things lol

Thirdly - no one with dirty hands should enter the house, go and wash them. ????? How is that even??? Maybe they'll also ask him to take his shoes off in the wardrobe? The cruelty of parents.

His mother even explains him why he should wash the hands before coming in. Like- I don't want to dig into psychology of two-frames character, but she looks incredibly emotionless and deathly tired. She has three kids and work at home for god's sake. And she STILL finds time to explain Ness how sounds and snow works, probably trying to comfort him somehow. She loves him, just as she loves her other kids - she tries to comfort him in her own way.

Should she have had three children if she didn't feel the need to take care of their every issue, including emotional? No. Does she cut down her children and husband when they offend Ness? Also no. Is it possible to understand her? Absolutely yes.

Through his dad indeed is a jerk lol but I feel that he's not really present in the family? It's usually her and Ness and his siblings. Imagine having a full ass house, in which she works full-time, three 5-9 yo one of whom is constantly injuring himself, and with two others probably fucking up their experiments and her work as well without her husband around. Like…

And the fact that Ness doesn't analyze anything at all, placing himself in a victim position not trying to understand that world doesn't revolve around him and other people don't understand him by default and act the way they think is right and good for him, is, uhhh. Note that "understand" doesn't mean "forgive". It's just about a critical view to the world.

Aaand regarding the kainess flashbacks… I can't say anything because it was just bland and stupid.

Overall I got a feeling that this was just lazy writing with cute kids fanservice so we'd be more invested in the last game with PXG. I mean, those scenes with milk, shower and oversleeping? I can imagine there any other pairing in blue lock - nagireo, bachisagi, kunigiri, etc etc etc. There's nothing special, nothing unique for us to actual feel something towards kainess. It's just a template into which familiar faces have been substituted - and totally OOC.

No toxic dynamic, especially the codependent one kainess have, works like THAT at the start. Even at the sugary period when one non-self-aware manipulator instinctively tries to bend other to himself being nice and everything. Ness behavior towards Kaiser also makes no sense - those things are ALWAYS growing from experience. From the need to please your parents, to try to track your every word, walking on a thin ice.

But Ness never shown such things in his flashbacks, never taking back from telling each and everyone about magic and him being a football player. Then where did this attitude got from? Just from loneliness? It still doesn't work like that THIS HIGH like to the level of enduring physical pain and alcohol in the face.

I low-key hope that Ness is unreliable narrator, so we actually DO NOT see the way his real relationship with Kaiser were at this time. We see only memories and impressions, and his memory saving only good from them - thus it may (PLEASE) happen that from Kaiser's POV it will be totally different.

The last thing about kainess I SOMEHOW liked (because I'm sure it wasn't intentional writing from Kaneshiro) is the way Ness reacts to Kaiser choking. Because he pays no reaction to it - and no real friend/lover would react like that for the sight of your dear person suffering. He doesn't care about Kaiser as of Kaiser - the thing I suspected from the beginning but didn't really liked because that's so predictable and dull. He doesn't even know about Kaiser's habit of choking himself. He doesn't really worry about Kaiser - he worries only about his idol, which he doesn't see a human behind. This was a fun thing to think about prior to this chapter because of the potential of angst from Kaiser's side who'd feel how this "love" is synthetic to the core, but I'm not sure I'd love to see this in the manga. But at least this would be yes, realistic, logical and painful, especially in that "Yoichi's magic" and naked king theme.

The only thing I really 100% liked without any whining from my side was that "undescribable feelings/undescribable sadness" frame because lmao 🤝🤝🤝 At least here you get it Ness. This frame is engraved in my memory.

At this point I feel that I dislike backstory not because it was necessary bad or stupid, but because I hate the thought of Ness turning out being so… Flat. So ridiculously touchy, so stubborn for no reason like a ram since a very childhood, so lacking critical thinking skills. So limited, so self-centered (which is visible even in that Kaiser choking himself scene).

Such a completely uninteresting character, predictable and causing only indifference towards himself.

[blueesnow]

(6/6) Otori Eiji's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Eiji)

-Park- Haruka: (That's strange… I'm sure I heard that the location where they were shooting a movie today was supposed to be around here…) Eiji: Eh, are you possibly…Nanami-san? Oh, it's indeed you. Haruka: Eiji-kun…! I'm so glad that I meet with one of the cast members. You see… I'm actually lost right now. Eiji: I see. Then again today's location is a bit secluded so I don't blame you. Eiji: I'm just on my way to go back after having a quick break. If you don't mind shall we go together? Haruka: Really? Thank you so much, you really help me out. Eiji: You're welcome. By the way I've heard the news. You're the one who will be in charge for the soundtracks of this movie right, Nanami-san? Haruka: Ah, yes. As an assistant of my senior composer*, I was given an opportunity to work on this movie. Haruka: It's also the work from this recently popular director too. To be honest I'm feeling so much pressure just working on it… Eiji: It was the same for me too. Although I was happy when I heard the news, sometimes I can't help but wonder if I'm really the right person for the role. Eiji: The original work for this movie was known as a best-selling novel, its story was refreshing, and the role that I'm playing is the love rival which is quite an important role. Eiji: Ever since the filming began, I've been feeling nervous while making sure that I'm not making trouble for everyone. Eiji: But…since I've already accepted the job, I have no choice but to do my best. I must fulfill the expectations of the director who picked me after all. Haruka: Eiji-kun…that was such a wonderful way of thinking. I'll make sure to support you! Eiji: Thank you. It's very reassuring to know that there's people watching over you. Let's work hard together shall we.

*: I'm not sure how to translate the 作曲家先生 to be honest. I remember he did appear from the ori game, where Haruchan finally got accepted into Shining Agency, but as she was a newbie she was appointed to be working under this 作曲家先生 first before she accept any real job offers from other clients, you could say that she's interning(?) under his care while learning how to work around the field. Anyway he's not exactly a teacher as he's one of the composer in Shining Agency but you could say that he's Haruchan's... senpai in a way(?)

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Eiji)

-Park- Haruka: (Looks like Eiji-kun's scene will come out soon. He keeps having quite a lively discussion with the director.) Eiji: About this line… I understand, I'll try to be aware for the timing. I'm looking forward to be working with you. Eiji: "…I love you. So much that I can't help it." Eiji: "This feeling of mine won't lose to anyone. I'd promise that I will treasure you. That's why…rather than him, I want you to choose me instead." Haruka: ( …Wow. His expression and his voice…all of them perfectly capture all of his feelings. Even though I know it's all just acting it still made my heart beats…) Eiji: "Ah… did your mind slightly waver just now? Of course I noticed, I mean I've been watching you all this time." Eiji: "As long as there is a possibilty no matter how little they are, I won't give up. I'll definitely make you fall in love with me so…be prepared." - Eiji: …Phew. Thank you very much. Haruka: …Eiji-kun, good job! My eyes can't take their eyes off of you. (choices) <I was moved with the gap of your acting!> Haruka: Your face at that time looks so much more different than the usual Eiji-kun. Anyway I was moved with the gap of your acting! Eiji: Oh no, you're exaggerating. But…it was something I tried to do consciously, so I'm glad you noticed that. Eiji: Being able to become someone else is one of the charms of acting itself. <You're shining brightly> Haruka: Just watching you make my heart beats… Eiji-kun, you're shining so brightly. Eiji: T-That much!? Compared to all of my co-stars, I still have a long way to go. I'm always overwhelmed by their actings during our shooting. Eiji: But knowing you complimented me just now must means that I'm a little bit closer than before. Thank you. (back to story) Eiji: Wait, Nanami-san, what's wrong with your finger? Don't tell me you're hurt…? Haruka: Oh, you're right. I probably accidentally cut myself when I was trying to take a note. Eiji: Although it's just a small wound, it might turn worse if you didn't properly treat it. Please wait here for a moment, I'll be back soon.

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Eiji)

-Park- Eiji: Sorry for making you wait so long. Here's a band-aid. I think it'd be much better if you put one just in case. Haruka: Thank you so much. I'm sorry for the trouble. Eiji: Don't worry about it. Maybe I'm worrying too much, but it'll be too late if anything happens to you. Haruka: I'll be more careful from now on… But still, it's amazing that you can quickly find a band-aid this fast. Eiji: I-Is that so? I usually carry a first aid kit with me. Though people do sometimes say that I'm quite a worrier. Eiji: But, there are lot of times when I'm glad that I have it with me. Since I also tends to get hurt too sometimes. Eiji: Just like for today, I might be of help to someone else too. This kind of thing really made me happy. Eiji: Especially to everyone in HE★VENS, I want them to always stay healthy and be in their best possible condition. At the very least, this is the only thing that I can do. Haruka: That's not true…! I don't think Eiji-kun's attentiveness is something that everyone else can do. Haruka: And you're also very good at acting too. Seeing you in action really cheered me up and it made me want to try even more harder with my work. Eiji: Really? …Although I'm a bit embarrassed, I'm glad that I might be of help to you even if it's just a little bit. Haruka: (Eiji-kun is really such a kind person. To think that he'd be so considerate and caring to me.) Eiji: Oh…it looks like it's almost time for the next shoot. Actually, after this I have a special appearance later with a big-name actor. Eiji: I've been nervous since this morning, but hearing your encouragements made me feel like I can really do my best now. Eiji: No, I need to be more greedy and make sure it'll turn out to be a great scene. Well then, I'll be going now.

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Eiji)

-Shopping Mall- Haruka: (As I thought, there aren't that many people on weekdays. The ticket booth is… Eh? The one standing over there…) Haruka: Eiji-kun…is that you? Eiji: …Nanami-san! You surprised me. Talk about a coincidence. Did you come here to watch this movie too? Haruka: Yes. I was hoping that it might help me as a reference for my songwriting… Oh, it's for the soundtrack of the movie when I came to watch you on set the other day! Eiji: So that's why! …If you don't mind, can we go and watch this movie together? Eiji: I just happened to be thinking of watching this same movie too. But of course you don't have to force yourself, feel free to say no if I'm bothering you. Haruka: Oh no, I'm actually happy for the invitation. It'd be my pleasure to join you! Eiji: I'm glad to hear that. Now then, I'm going to go to the ticket booth to buy two tickets, okay. Haruka: Oh… I'm sorry, thank you for your generosity. Eiji: It's okay, you can just wait for me here for a bit. I'm looking forward to watch the movie. - Haruka: …*sigh* That was an amazing movie, isn't it? I had no idea such a wonderful piece of work exist. Eiji: You're right. I was also especially moved by the acting of the main character's actor. Even though he acts calm and cool, somehow I can feel quite a mysterious passion hidden inside him. Eiji: The fact that he can express his emotion just by his eyes only is amazing. Eiji: You can also felt the presence from the supporting characters too… Oh no, sorry! I ended up talking by myself. Eiji: Um… I'll walk you home later, so could you give me a little bit more of your time? I'd love to hear your thoughts of the movie.

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Eiji)

-Cafe- Eiji: Um…Nanami-san. You can take a seat in the back first. Haruka: Well then…excuse me. …Oh, this is the food menu, shall we take a look at it together? Eiji: It's okay, there's also one over here… Oh no, this one only have drinks selection. Eiji: I'm sorry, but could you actually share the menu with me? …Hmm, there's so many options here. What do you want to eat? (choices) <I'll be ordering sandwich!> Haruka: I'll be ordering sandwich! You could say that I'm a little bit hungry after watching the movie. Eiji: Really? In fact, I was kind of starving too. Maybe the smell of the popcorn was luring me in. Eiji: Whenever I smell it, I was once reminded that I'm really in a movie theater, and sometimes it makes me want to buy it. <I want to eat pudding> Haruka: I think…I want to eat the pudding. It came out at the movie we saw earlier. Eiji: Heroine's favorite food, right. The scene where the main character bought it for her without even knowing it's her favorite, and it deepens the bond between them. Eiji: And from that point on, the relationship between the two of them begins to change little by little. Although the way it presented was quite comical, it's also quite important and was very memorable to me. Haruka: Fufu, I totally get what you mean. How about you Eiji-kun? What do you want to eat? (back to story) Eiji: You know what…since we're here now, I think I'll be ordering the same as yours. You don't mind, do you? Haruka: Of course not! Eiji: Thanks. …Excuse me, I'd like to order please. Eiji: Um, can we get both of this, please… Eh? This one only have one left? Then, can I please change one of them to this one? Yes, thank you. Haruka: O-Oh no, I'm sorry. Are you okay with it…? Eiji: It's okay. To be honest, I actually couldn't decide to choose between two of them at first, so talk about perfect timing. Eiji: Oh…that's right. Talking about the movie we saw earlier, there's actually one scene that caught my attention. The one where the main character…

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Eiji)

-Cafe- Eiji: …So you thought that those words were foreshadowing as well. I thought I could be wrong for misinterpreting it, it's a relief to know that I'm not the only one. Haruka: Even their casual conversation added depth to the story, right. Oh, and the BGM there was also very good! Eiji: You're right. I can even still hear them now in my ears. Especially during the scene where the main character was staring at the riverー Haruka: That piano solo, right! While it has a gentle and soft melody, yet somehow it felt a little bit melancholic too. Eiji: It was perfect for the scenery as the sun gradually went down. I feel that the music adds color to the world of the movie. Eiji: I'm looking forward to the song that you'll create too. I wonder what kind of color you will add to in the movie that we're working on. Haruka: I'll try to do my best so that my music won't lose to the visual of the movie as well. I mean, Eiji-kun's acting is so good after all. Eiji: That's not true. And besides, I'm the one who always feel like I have to properly prove myself that I'm worthy to sing your brilliant songs. Eiji: The songs that you wrote for HE★VENS are like my treasure. I really love your music. And I'm sure that everyone also feel the same way. Eiji: So I hope that you can be more confident in yourself. Remember that you're an amazing composer. Haruka: T-To think I'm hearing so many compliments from you… Thank you so much… Eiji: …Eh? Your face looks a little bit red. Are you feeling sick? Everything's okay? Haruka: I…It's nothing! Don't worry. Eiji: If you say so… I guess now it's time for us to go home. Sorry for dragging you along with me for so long. Eiji: But I actually had a lot of fun today. I'd be happy if we could talk again just like this. Either if it's about movie or music.

[formulapookie]

46. Confession during an argument diggianini

46. confession during an argument

Diggia doesn't think they should even be going over this, it's just stupid, there is no reason why Enea should be in his motorhome with a pack of ice and painkillers instead of debriefing with Ducati after his win.

And Enea doesn't think Diggia should be surprised by his caretaker tendencies at this point, not after the many times he spent in his company after an injury, making sure he had his stupid painkillers and managed to eat his stupid Nutella Crêpes.

"Fabio fucking hell you cannot go on like this, not - not with the goal you have in mind anyway, how can you rationally think you can ride like that!" "I managed to ride today no? Then why should I suddenly stop for a shoulder I told you is going to fix itself?" "Because it's not fucking going to! You have to get the surgery Fabio"

Diggia huffs again, trying to get up from the couch he's practically been forced to sit on, to go grab a snack.

"No, stay seated, I'll bring you food, and take. those. painkillers Fabio" "I don't need painkillers I can handle it" "No you can't, and the doctor prescribed you to take them, so you take them" "You're overbearing"

Diggia obviously doesn't listen, Enea just takes something from the mini fridge he has in his motorhome and brings it to him.

"Bestia listen I'm not going to miss races to get a surgery I don't need. Either I break this bone or I'm not operating it" "If you break it you won't come back in this sport you get it? It's too much of a severe trauma, they - the doctor you told me he said you are at risk of injuring the ligament" "Yeah. At risk, I'm not doing it right now"

Enea has to breath deeply because he's at serious risk of punching Diggia in the face and drag him to the nearest hospital to get the surgery.

"You - God I fucking - WHY can't you just get the operation done and be fine for 2025? Why are you so stubborn?" "I can't lose so many races Bestia, I'm too far behind, if I lose the top 10 what am I even doing here?" "Fabio don't start with the downtalk please" "It's not downtalk, I know my limits, I can still race like this"

If only Diggia didn't look so stupidly perfect right now Enea would've already punched him.

The air in the room feels strange, half charged half rarefied, like they both want to say something but can''t.

"Please Fabio, listen to me, to my advice, just do the surgery, come back stronger in 2025" "Bestia you're really testing my patience now, you wanna play doctor play the fucking doctor but I. don't. care. I am going to race anyway, I have goals and have spoken to the team, I cannot stop racing for a shoulder that hurts" "Yes you can! Because if you don't-" "Why do you care what I do? I'm not your little Champion friend am I? Then why the fuck do you care about what I do with my body?" "Because I can't stand seeing you in pain Fabio ok? I can't stand it, it hurts me to see you like that! Every time I see you holding your shoulder on wincing in pain I feel like someone's ripping my stomach out of my body, that's what I feel. If I see someone I love in pain I cannot just look the other side and ignore it"

And there's a moment, a sudden mix of cold and silence hanging in the room. Enea still with the pack of ice in one hand, Diggia holding a protein bar the other got him just before.

"What the fuck did you mean with that last line" "I meant to say I care about, it came out wrong" "Really? Came out wrong?" "I -"

Enea has to hope. Hope Diggia will not hate him, despise him, punch him or throw him out for what he said. He knows what he said, he didn't mean care about. He meant to say love.

"You what"

He can't understand Diggia's tone, his intentions behind the question, and he's scared of saying it again. Because he means it, he's meant it for a long time now, more than a year of stolen glances and late night dreams he surely couldn't share with the other.

But maybe the fact Diggia still hasn't thrown him out it's a sign he can say it again. Or maybe not. But at this point it's better to come clean, at least he'll be aware of having been honest.

"I said that if I see someone I love getting hurt I can't just step aside" "So you said love" "Yes. I - throw me out, punch me, insult me, do whatever but I've been hurting myself looking at you for too long not to say it. That's why I want you to have the surgery Fabio. For you yeah, of course, but also because I feel bad every time"

Diggia cuts the distance way shorter than it needs to be, and Enea knows he shouldn't be thinking of this, but all he can look at is Diggia's mole-littered naked chest, the closer he gets the easiest is for him to trace patterns between the hundreds of pretty moles on his skin.

And then suddenly, when he expects a punch or a push he feels one arm around him, pulling him in instead of pushing him away, Diggia's forehead resting on the top of his head.

"I'm sorry. I don't want you to hurt Bestia, I can't see you in pain either, I guess we're kinda similar on that right?"

Enea's eyes widen cause whatthefuck and he breaks away from the hug? hold? he doesn't even know how to call it.

"You mean? I don't get it I you what?" "Last year, Portimao, when you injured yourself I felt something wrong with me, like I couldn't bare being close to you while you were feeling bad. I felt a stab between my ribs every time they would mention you being unfit or unwell in any circumstance. I got it later what it meant." "Oh. So you - you're saying?"

Diggia doesn't answer, he just closes the distance again but this time his fingers are between Enea's hair, and his lips are the ones touching him, not his chest.

Enea has soft lips, big and soft lips, and this is everything Diggia can think about. Enea on the other hand is not thinking, he's just feeling overwhelmed, thousands of neurons activating to run around screaming because he's kissing Diggia.

It's just a simple kiss, but it's enough to make Enea feel like he's coming back to Earth from Space once it's over.

"I can think about it" "What?" "The surgery. I can think about getting it. If you feel so worried and so bad I'll get it. "Fabio you have to do it for yourself, not me, it's for you to get better" "I know, just - you wouldn't think I'm weak or unmanly if I get it right?" "No of course not Fabio, why would I?"

Diggia shrugs, he doesn't want to get deep into this shit now, he just wants to feel the warmth of enea's lips on his again.

"then ok, I'll speak to Vale and the team about it"

Enea hugs him, careful not to hurt his shoulder, and they stay like that for a while, in the silence of their own little world, until someone knocks at the door and calls for Diggia, he has a briefing.

"I need to go but you can stay here we can - yeah we can see each other when I come back ok?" "Ok, yeah ok. Please talk to them" "I promise I will"

And it's stupid really, how they went from yelling at each other to this soft spoken conversation they're having, but Enea couldn't have hoped for something better than this.

And when Diggia walks out he can't help but smile, passing his fingers on his lips, trying to bring back that sensation he felt before, sitting on the couch and waiting for Diggia to come back.

Hopefully to tell him he'll get the surgery.

Put That Guy in a SituationTM Ask Game/Prompt!

[dallina17]

Angelic Vogue wedding headcanons?

Cute cute cute! Thank you for the ask!!

I don't think that Velvette would have thought that much about getting married. Not because she had something against it, or doesn't want to be with Emily, she just doesn't see it as something necessary.

At this point, Emily and Velvette would have dated for many years already. They live together in their own house. They know each other perfectly, their quirks, their embarrassing habits, their fears, their dreams. Velvette is basically another daughter to Lucifer and a sister to Vaggie and Charlie (and a family member to the rest of the hotel). Emily gets along well with Vox and he is always there for her. Emily and Velvette are deeply in love and don't have any intention of breaking up. They are practically married.

Emily knows that Velvette isn't that interested in a wedding. Unlike her, Velvette didn't grow up hearing stories about big weddings, with songs, and a beautiful ceremony. Unlike her, Velvette has not officiated wedding ceremonies, dreaming, looking forward to the day she would have her own. And this is hell, wedding ceremonies are not common either. So is something that she just left aside.

When Velvette asked her about it, to see if that is something she wanted, Emily always said that it was not something to worry about, because she accepted that now things were different and honestly, a wedding was something childish and one of the things she should stop thinking about. And because Velvette didn't see it as necessary, she didn't insist.

Until one day they attend a wedding (Chaggie? Stolitz? HuskerDust?) and Emily, even thou she is happy the whole ceremony, when she comes back home with Velvette she feels... strange. As if something is missing. And she can't sleep that night.

So Velvette wakes up and asks her what is going on. And Emily tells her. How she dreamed about getting married in Heaven, and how she thought it was something she didn't want anymore... but maybe she was wrong? Maybe she was lying to herself? Maybe, deep down, she still wanted it? And she knows it is a ceremony and their lives practically won't change because they are basically a married couple already. But still...

And Velvette, being so practical, is just like... "Okay. Then let's get married. Have our own ceremony.t"

Emily will be like "Wait? Are you serious? You don't care a lot about weddings" and Velvette like "Yes, but you do, and I want you to have this dream come true so... let's get fucking married!"

It has to be the weirdest way to ask someone to marry you, but Emily says YES and hugs her amazing girlfriend, giving her a lot of kisses.

And that easy... it's time to prepare a wedding!

Honestly, the Hotel gang would be like... FINALLY! WE HAVE LIKE 50 BOOKS WITH IDEAS AND PLANS FOR YOUR WEDDING NOW CHOOSE WHICH DO YOU LIKE THE MOST!!! (not literally but basically yes)

Lucifer and Alastor would have a huge fight about who is going to take Emily to the altar (Both will do it, as Emily requested, so no need to fight but they are BABIES)

As a matter of fact, it would be Chaggie's wedding 2.0, because Lucifer and Alastor would constantly be fighting for how to organize the wedding. They think they know better than the other what the girls want. But that was expected.

What wasn't expected, was that the fights would become thousands of times worse when Vox arrives. Because of course, no one but Vox is going to take Velvette to the altar and FIGHT HIM FOR IT.

So we will have Vox's point of view, Alastor's point of view, and Lucifer's point of view, the three of them fighting about how the wedding should be like. And even Alastor and Lucifer teaming up to shush Vox.

But of course, it is just for fun and these three idiots being.... idiots. Angelic Vogue has the last word.

They decide to make something big... but intimate. With only their family and closest friends. Which are more on Emily's side than Velvette's. Even some friends of Heaven will be there, because I think that by this point, it will be more common for Heaven to visit Hell and vice-versa. So Pentious, Saint Peter, and Molly will be there. Maybe even Sera and Lute, depending on what terms they are. Ah, and some of the sins like Bee and Ozzie too. The Goetia, like Stolas and Octavia. And Blitz, Loona, Moxxie, Millie, etc, Emily is friends practically with everyone.

Vaggie would be in charge of the decorations and cleaning alongside Niffty.

Angel is in charge of the invitations. He also helps Cherry organize the party (with some help from auntie Bee)

Vox is in charge of the music, and delivering the invitations.

Alastor and Husk would be in charge of the food and drinks.

Pentious would come from Heaven sometime before the wedding, to help with everything he can.

As for Velvette and Emily? They just make sure that the wedding is exactly as they want, but they let everyone help them make it. Charlie is the one directing them. She already manages a hotel and she organized her own wedding! Piece of cake! (It isn't because Luci, Al, and Vox are a mess)

The only thing that Velvette doesn't allow anyone else to do is the dresses for her and Emily. She designs alongside Emily some special, matching dresses for the occasion, and she stitches them, with Emily alongside her at every moment. Singing. Telling her a story. Talking. Or just laying her head on Velvette's knees or shoulder.

They agreed to not have a bachelorette party. Instead, they decided to spend the day together. Emily takes Velvette flying to the clouds. And they talk, cuddling each other, whispering soft things to the other, caressing each other hair, talking about their life, how they met, and what they want from since then, until they fall asleep.

The ceremony would be in a crystal room and will be something very elegant. With a lot of flowers (especially Vrieseas), fireworks, water fountains, and music.

Alastor helps Emily to get ready (who will say that a serial killer was good with hair?), while Vox helps Velvette.

I think that it would be a sweet detail if Charlie officiated the ceremony. Being the one marrying her sisters, as princess of Hell, and the one who started the bridge between Hell and Heaven.

Vaggie and Cherry would be the bridesmaids

Niffty would be the girl of the flowers. And yes, she would be throwing flowers at the guest. (Like that one Peridot scene... FLOWERS FOR YOU. FLOWERS FOR YOU)

Angel and Pentious would be the bestmen. And Pentious would be crying the whole ceremony with Angel giving him tissues at every moment.

Before leaving her on the altar, Vox would hug Velvette and tell her how proud he is of her, wishing her happiness forever.

Alastor, on the other hand, ruffles Emily's hair. Doesn't tell her anything, but his smile conveys his love for her.

When Lucifer takes Emily to the altar, he places a kiss on her forehead, like he did with Charlie at her wedding. And then he places a kiss on Velvette's forehead like he did with Vaggie. A blessing, for them to be together forever, be happy, be loyal, and never split up, despite the problems that may arise.

Velvette's vows are these: "All my life I grew up believing that fame, wealth, being popular, were the most important things in the world. I spent so many years chasing them, trying to fill the hole in my heart with them. And then you came, my sapphire, and filled that hole with your words, with your sweetness, with your love. Each day since I met you, has been like a fairytale, our tale. And my sweetiebelle, I have made a lot of mistakes, but I will make them over and over again, because they led me to meet you. It is you I want, and no one else. I wanted you yesterday, I want you now, and I want you to the end of times"

Emily's vows are these: "Before meeting you, I only saw the light and the sun. Then, I met the darkness. I was afraid and lonely. And in that moment, you took my hand and became the ray of sunshine I needed. Not because you pushed the darkness away, but because you taught me how to guide through it. You were there. First than anyone. Gave me the hope I thought I had lost. And, even after all these years, you are still that light that guides me through the difficult times. There is no one in Heaven and Hell like you, Velvette. The most beautiful, brave woman I have ever met. And I am glad to give you a piece of my heart every morning, because you deserve every bit of it"

They exchange rings. But also, brooches. Emily's one has a Vriesea, and Velvette's one has feathers of a blue and black tanager bird.

When kissing, Emily takes Velvette, and they fly together, spinning around.

Then they have a party. A very fun one. Just like someone would expect from Emily and Velvette.

But, even if they spend some time with their friends and family, all they really want to do is be alone and enjoy some time together. So they leave the party pretty early. After all, who says that you can't have two honeymoons?

And yes, Emily would call Velvette "her amazing wife" at every opportunity she has.

So that is it! Sorry if it is too long, but I got excited. I hope you liked it!

[justletmeramble1701]

Has anyone talked about how each of the three specials represents the three eras if NuWho (as in the three showrunners)?

The Star Beast felt like a classic Russel T Davis era introduction. The doctor disrupts the companion's boring domestic life, introducing them to a new, exciting, and very dangerous life. While, yes, this is the story of most NuWho companions, but Russell's version focused on how boring mundanity is (his companions are thrill seekers, especially Rose and Donna) and the companion's familiar life, which this episode does with the reintroduction of the Noble's.

It also has a "Davis-ex-machina", but all three episodes have that, so I'm not gonna mention it.

Wild Blue Yonder felt like a Moffat idea box (a dark fairy tale/cosmic horror). High concept scares or ideas that force the Doctor to drop his mask and confront truths about himself. I'm specifically thinking of series 6, where The Doctor relearns responsibility by the strange and usually terrifying situations he falls into, dragging his companions along for the ride. In this story, the Doctor is reminded how beaten down they are, setting us up for the conclusion in the finally. It's basically this Doctor's "The God Complex"! While this is how the franchise does character development, it feels uniquely Moffat because of its horror influence (its "Alien" and "The Thing") and the level at which it explains itself (it explains as much as it needs to have a monster with a gimmick, but not too much that they stop being scary - and also in a way that confuses most people).

It also has seemingly innocuous lines that are actually horrifying in context. "My arms are too long..." feels so much like "Are you my mummy," "Don't blink," and "Who turned out the lights," but it lacks the ability to be repeated more than once, so it can't become the quote for the creature. Instead of a singular quote, the episode goes for a series of chilling one-liners ("Oh, we get hungry, don't we..." being a great example).

The Giggle had that late Chibnall charm. Bringing back past elements in highly action-packed finales or specials to attempt to excite or "wow" the audience. While it pulls things out of nowhere to keep the plot going, you don't care because of how much fun you are having! I was specifically thinking about "The Power of the Doctor" while watching it. Half a "Flux" worth of ideas crammed into an episode, but with just enough fun, character, and heart that you allow it to do whatever. Let the episode drive you in whichever direction it needs to go to reach the destination, trusting that it won't get lost or crash. While this is, basically, the concept of the show (remember, we are watching a walking deus ex machina in their magic plot generating box, waiving their magic wand around until it is time for them to solve the problem), it feels like Chibnall because of how compact it is. Like I said, this has enough ideas that it could have been all three specials.

The thing that sets these three specials apart from the last three eras is the power dynamic between the Doctor and their companion. 14 and Donna are equals. While Donna is being reintroduced to the extraordinary, 14 is being reintroduced to the mundane. While Donna is trying to escape from the lovecraftian creature they've encountered, the Doctor is right beside her, scared of what they shouldn't comprehend (the episode even punishing them for their comprehension). While Donna is being toyed with by a dark god, the laws of reality failing her, the Doctor is facing the same, at the wim of an entity that operates by a different set of rules. The Doctor and their companion, their friend, is finally operating on the same playing field as them, which means that, by extension, so are we.

Donna, like all companions, represents the audience, but, in these stories, she specifically represents the fans of the last 20 of Doctor Who. The ones that grew up watching NuWho. We are older now, still as loud and snarky as ever, but we are adults now. Just like Donna, we have lives, responsibilities. We can't experience the world (or the program) the way we once did. Even though the adventures never truly end, it is our turn to join the previous generation (reprented by Mel) watch the next batch of whovians discover this exciting universe for the first time, our Doctor by our side.

This was the best conclusion to NuWho that we could've hoped for!

[writing-house-of-m]

Date Night

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You celebrate your two year anniversary with Taylor

A/N: This is the first of the 1 year celebration requests I got. The request can be found here. There are many more to come this week! I hope you like it and let me know what you think 😊

Prompt: "All they keep asking me is if I'm going to be your bride."

"I'd like at least one night with you Taylor. I feel like you're always being hounded by your fans recently." You can't help but feel exasperated, today is your two year anniversary and this was supposed to be a romantic evening for you.

You see the sympathetic expression on Taylor's face but you continue, "All they keep asking me is if I'm going to be your bride."

Taylor goes wide-eyed, you don't know why. It has been two years and you have spoken about getting married before, it shouldn't be such a shock to her.

Before either of you are able to say anything else, you are being escorted to your reserved seats in the swanky new restaurant you have chosen for your date night.

When you are seated, the waiter talks through the evening specials and the drinks menu before leaving you alone.

Taylor watches the man leave and stops you from saying anything by stretching across the table to hold your arm, "Listen babe, I know it's annoying but it's just the two of us now. Can we enjoy the rest of tonight?" The soft look Taylor gives you has you nodding your head.

You look over the menu with furrowed eyebrows still a little frustrated about not having been able to fully rant but you set it aside for now so you don't ruin your date.

The evening goes on and you feel the stress leave your body the more you converse and laugh along with Taylor.

Even with how much lighter the atmosphere has gotten, you can't help but notice Taylor acting a little strange, looking around and fidgeting. You choose not to comment on it for the time being.

Nearing the end of the date, when desserts are finished and final drinks are being drunk, Taylor has her hand resting on yours atop the table. Her thumb soothingly rubbing over your knuckles. But her eyes keep shifting to something behind you so you feel this is the right time to ask, "Taylor, is everything alright?"

"Yes!" Taylor answers a bit too quickly. She clears her throat and tries again, "I mean, yeah. Of course everything is alright. Why wouldn't it be?"

"You've been acting a bit on edge tonight. Are you sure everything is okay?" You ask again, the worry showing on your face.

Her tense shoulders drop slightly as she sighs. Taylor nods her head smiling, "Everything is perfect honey," she replies calmly.

You notice the air around you change. The music being played at the piano becomes softer and Taylor won't stop smiling at you.

Taylor stops you from turning to look around by calling your name and putting her other hand out for you to place yours into. "I love you so much. From the day I met you, you have changed my life for the better."

You are a bit confused where this is coming from but you sit and listen to all the nice things Taylor is saying to you. Your mind starts to piece things together when you recognise the tune of the All My Life by K-Ci & JoJo playing behind you.

Rising from her seat, Taylor moves to kneel beside the table closer to you. You smile emotionally and Taylor laughs as happiness fills her eyes.

"This has been a long time coming but, Y/n L/n. Will you marry me?" Taylor opens a small ring box that she has seemingly pulled out of nowhere, a diamond ring sitting in the cushion.

You don't know how much time passes because you are staring at the ring, surprised this is happening tonight. You realise you haven't given an answer yet, "Yes! Yes, of course I'll marry you!" You exclaim.

Taylor slips on the ring then gets onto her feet so she can kiss you. You hear some people clapping around you but you are too caught up in your girlf- fiancé to care.

Taylor pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, "That explains why you looked so nervous tonight," you whisper making Taylor laugh.

Shortly after Taylor gestures you out of your seat and you leave the restaurant hand in hand. The addition of the cool metal feels strange on your finger, making you wiggle it between Taylor's grip.

The whole walk to the car waiting for you outside is filled with happy smiles and Taylor whispering all the ways she wants to celebrate with you when you get home.

[yournaothings]

"Hello, friends. It's me, Killer! Welcome to the next chapter to my story~ hehehe~ I hope you're having a good time because we're just getting started~" Killer chuckles. "Before we begin the third chapter, I just want to say how happy I am to see so many of you coming here just for little ole me~ I've seen you're comments, both good and bad~ Oh, yes! That reminds me!" He leans in closer to regard you- Yes! You! The readers.  "I may rizz the human during this silly little story, but my love only goes to my knives~ Oh! And Horror, too!" 

The author returns to the office to find Killer tapping away at her laptop- "What? Killer! Damn it! I told you not to mess with my computer!" Author is quick to shove Killer out of her seat, sending him a small glare.  "If you break my computer, I'll beat the crap out of you!"  

"Relaaax~ I was only sending my readers a messages." [He makes Author type that, since Author is a big meanie and won't let Killer touch her computer.]  

"Sorry, everyone. We're going back to the story now." Author says, sending yet another small glare towards Killer, who stole her damn snacks- what the fuck? 

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The human's home wasn't bad. They lived in a complex apartment in a nice little neighborhood. The green lawns were freshly cut, allowing everyone to go outside and enjoy the beautiful day-

"Ugh- no one cares about what the outside looks like! Just tell them about what happens to my human and their friend! We've got lots to do in this story, Naomi! What am I paying you for?!" Killer shouts, interrupting the author from their storytelling. 

The author is so embarrassed for being called out like that, but she turns to glare at Killer.  "You don't pay me anything, Killer. What the fuck, man. Why are you still here, anyway?" Killer waves at her dismissing her question easily.  "Don't worry about it- just get on with the storryy!" He stomps his foot in a small tantrum before pulling out his knife, and gave the author a wry glare.  "Don't make me stab you." 

The Author wasn't scared; she only gave him a flat look.  "That's no way to speak to the person who is writing  "your" story."  Killer groaned dramatically and released a heavy sigh.  "Fiine! Please get on with the story. I want the readers to see what I do to the roommate-"  [He grins sadistically.]

"ACK! THIS IS A SPOILER FREE ZONE!" The author raised her voice in panic, quickly moving on to the story and stopping Killer from breaking the fucking fourth wall.  [Is this what you deal with, CJ? Crying face.]

---For real this time---

The human invited the three skeletons inside of their home, offering to make them some tea, or whatever they wanted.  Horror hummed curiously as he opened the fridge to see what kind of food the human had within. He was disappointed to see there wasn't much food in there, his disappointed groan caught their attention.  They walked over to peek under Horror's arm to see their fridge was almost bare.  "Oh yeah. I haven't gone grocery shopping yet." 

"So, you have a roommate?" Killer asks while leaning against the kitchen counter in the human's small kitchen and spun his knife around again- no wait, that was the human's knife. "Don't steal my knives, Killer. Please." The human told him while giving him a suspicious look. "I do have a roommate-" 

"What is going on in here?" Said roommate stepped in right then, having heard the strange voices in their home. They looked at the human and gave them an annoyed look.  "Where have you been? It's not like you to disappear and bring guys home? What's happening here?"  The roommate didn't seem pleased with the three skeletons presence in their home, or that the human had left without a word only to show back up unexpectedly.  

The human smiled to their roommate, clearly not bothered by the annoyed glare their roommate was sending them. Behind the human, Dust sat at the dining table. His hood pulled over his head as usual, his eye lights snuffed out as he watched the new human closely. He didn't trust them. Something didn't seem right and it had him on edge.

"Well, I won a contest, so I got to hang out with these guys. They uh, stream games and do other silly things. It was a lot of fun. But, I'm home now. They won't be staying long, so don't worry." The roommate regarded the three monsters before turning their attention towards the human.  "Why don't I make you some tea? I can make the others some, too."  The human smiled joyfully to their roommate as they thanked them.  "Do you want me to help?"  The roommate shook their head, and shooed them out, along with the skeletons.  "No, I've got it. Why don't you go show the skeletons around."  

Killer's grin widened in excitement.  "Yeah! You should show us around! That way I know how to get in easier when I stalk you later~" He laughs mischievously.  The roommate sent a disgusted look at Killer who caught sight of it, but didn't react to it. Dust on the other had did, his eye sockets narrowing. Killer gestured for his buddies to follow the human as they left the kitchen, preparing to show off their apartment. 

"This is where Nightmare ripped you out of your AU?" Killer asked as he pushed his way through Horror and Dust and into Angel's room. Angel stumbled over their words while trying to tidy up their room. They weren't expecting any guests and hadn't cleaned up before everything happened.  "Yeah, this is it." Angel replied nervously. They hurried over to Killer's side as he started to mess with their computer. While Angel attempted to keep Killer from messing with their personal computer, Dust remained in the doorway of Angel's bedroom. His mismatched eye lights glared down the hallway, suspicious of Angel's roommate.  

"What are you looking at, Dusty?" Horror asked with a hum. He stepped up closer to look over Dust's head.  "I've got a bad feeling about that other human. I don't trust them." Horror chuckles softly, his larger skeletal hand patting Dust's shoulder as he replies,  "You don't trust anyone, Dust."  Dust's only response was a small hum. His eye lights shift over to regard Angel, who was still trying to keep Killer out of their computer files. "I swear! I don't have anything worth looking at in there!" Angel cried as they lost the fight against Killer, who laughed manically while he dived into their precious files. "Let's see what you've got in here~ hehehe~" To his dismay, he didn't find anything suspicious, but did find some art they have done of him and the gang. He perked up while looking through Angel's collection, who started to get embarrassed from someone seeing their unfinished work. 

"Hey." Came Dust's rough voice, catching Angel and Killer's attention. The two glanced over at Dust, who looked tense. His blue and red eye lights spoke volumes of distrust. Angel started to fidget uncomfortably, worried that Dust was angry with them for whatever reason. "What's wrong, Dust?" Dust stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "Your roommate sucks." Angel looks surprised, their eyes widening in surprise that he would say that. Then, they smiled. "They're not bad. We just came in unexpectedly with no warning. I'm sure they were just startled."  Dust barked a humorless laugh, not believing any of Angel's explanation. "Startled. Right." 

"What's wrong, Dusty~ you don't like their roommate?" Killer asked as he stood from the desk chair he had been sitting in and walked over to poke fun at Dust. "I don't trust them." Dust grumbled as he glared at Killer. "You don't trust anyone." Killer repeated Horror's word from earlier. "How bad can they be?" Killer snickered. "They're not bad, I promise." Angel told the boys, giving them their usual smile. Dust's eye lights disappeared, his eye sockets as dark as the void. It gave him a scary look. "I don't trust promises." He says.  Killer pouted and pokes at Dust repeatedly. "Lighten up! You're being rude to Angel!" Angel laughed softly, shaking their head. "It's alright, Killer. Dust can have his own opinions." 

Dust's eyes lights ignited faintly while looking at Angel. "You're too nice." Dust said before slapping Killer's hand away from him, stopping Killer from repeatedly poking at him.  "Oh, thanks!"  Angel smiled widely-  "That wasn't a compliment. Seriously, you're too nice. That's a bad thing. Being nice will get you killed, Angel." Dust tells them. Angel was at a loss for words, their smile dropping from Dust's brutal honesty. "Aw, you made them upset, Dust." Horror told Dust, who simply turned away in time to see the roommate step into the hallway and make their way into Angel's bedroom with a mug in hand. They offered a smile to Dust, but he immediately knew it was fake. They slipped past Dust and stepped closer to Angel. Dust's eye sockets narrowed when he smelled something off about the drink.  

"Here you go. It's your favorite tea." Angel smiled and thanked them while taking the mug into their hands. "I appreciate it, thanks." 

"Didn't they say they would make us something, too?" Horror asked his two other skeleton buddies, a little disappointed that the roommate hadn't brought them anything. Or at least him. "Yeah, they did say they'd get us something, too." Killer huffs annoyed. The roommate acted strangely while watching Angel bring the mug closer to their lips, the rim pressing against their lips.

A bone suddenly came flying at the mug, smashing into it. Surprisingly, the porcelain didn't cut their lip when it shattered.  Angel was quick to step back so they wouldn't get burned by the hot liquid.  They turned to see both Killer and Horror startled, while Dust's eye lights burned with his magic. "Dust?" 

"They poisoned your tea." Dust said, his eye sockets narrowed. The roommate grew tense, their glare fixed on Dust. "I didn't poison it!" Dust gave a hostile grin. "I could smell it." 

Killer and Horror turned to glare at the roommate, while Angel turned their attention to their roommate, their expression contorted in a confused and hurt look. "You tried to poison me?" Angel asked, seeing the hateful glare their roommate, their friend gave them. "Why?" 

"You piss me off. I don't want to live with you anymore." The roommate started to explain, giving Angel an angry, hateful look.  When you didn't get the hint that I wanted you out, I decided to do something about it. Too bad that your stupid skeleton friend caught my attempt to kill you." Angel jolted as if they were just slapped. They might as well have been from the hostility in their roommate's voice. They were hurt, their heart throbbing in pain from betrayal. 

"That's not very nice." Killer said, his knife in hand and ready to stab. He was clearly not happy with the turn of events. "That's a shitty reason to kill them." Dust growled out. Horror summoned his axe, holding it in both his hands looking very menacing. His one good eye light seemingly glowing with anger. "That's unforgivable." 

The roommate sized up each skeleton, before they turned to glare at  Angel. "Didn't realize these three were your dogs." Angel gasped angrily, and shoved their roommate. "They're not my dogs! They're my friends! What the fuck?! I can't believe how awful you're being! You could have just said something to me! Why give hints that you wanted me gone? Is this just an excuse to kill someone and get away with it?" Their roommate had a burst of anger, their expression twisting in such a hateful and dark look before they shoved Angel against the wall. Their hands were quickly around Angel's neck and squeezing Killer teleported right beside them, his knife quickly making a quick slashing motion, effectively slicing the roommate's neck open. 

Angel gagged when their roommate's blood poured out of their neck and all over their front, they had to turn their head to the side to keep the blood out of their mouth. The roommate slumped down onto the ground, too far gone from being saved. Angel slowly turned to look down at their roommate in horror. After their mind registered what had happened, tears blurred their vision, they glanced up at Killer. The murderous skeleton spun his knife around, his grin wide and proud at his handy work.  "Problem solved~" He laughed and caught  Angel's tearful gaze. His grin dropped and he slipped his knife back into his jacket.  "Aw, don't cry, sweetheart! I did you a favor! They were trying to kill you!" 

"Y-You didn't have to kill them, Killer!" Angel cried.  "They.. They were my friend, I'm sure we would have been able to work through our problems without anymore violence."  Angel said with their voice raised. Dust huffed out a laugh and rolled his eye lights.  "This was an obvious, kill or be killed moment. You seem to forget that we're murderers." Killer grinned, though he was obviously irritated that Angel was upset with him for doing his job.  "Dusty Poo is right. I wasn't going to let some nobody hurt ya! They tried to kill you, so I killed them before they could do anything to you!" His grin fell again, his tone was irritated.  "You should be thanking me." 

Once again, Angel was reminded that these three were murderers. Their job was to kill.  Angel embarrassingly wiped away their tears and glanced down at the deceased body on the floor. Killer had killed them because they were trying to kill Angel. He was protecting them, and they repaid him by yelling at him. It made them feel worse.  "Shit, I... I'm sorry, Killer. It's just that... They were my friend."  "Yeah?" Killer asked as he nudged the dead body with his sneaker.  "They were a shitty friend." He perked up and grinned at Angel. He raised his hand and booped their nose.  "I forgive you~ Come on, let's get you home." 

"Huh?" Horror hummed in confusion. Dust also looked confused, then narrowed his eye sockets at Killer.  "The Boss is going to kill you."  Killer turned to grin at Dust.  "Nah~ He won't! I'll tell him what happened, and he'll let Angel stay!"  Horror grinned and chuckled. "Hear that, Angel? We actually get to keep you!" Angel looked nervous, glancing between Horror and Killer.  "Do I get a say in this?" "Nope!" Killer was quick to say and grabbed Angel's arm and tugged them towards Dust and Horror.  "You're one of us now!" Having said that, Killer and Horror began to chant; "One of us, one of us, one of us!" 

Dust wanted nothing to do with Horror and Killer's antics. "You guys are fucking idiots." He tells them as they prepared to teleport back home with Angel.  "You're just jealous that I took the EXP and you didn't~" Killer mocked, laughing at Dust.  Dust narrowed his eye sockets and summoned his Gaster Blasters.  Killer screamed as Dust fired his Blasters at Killer, destroying part of the house-  

Horror was quick to grab Angel before they could get hurt and teleported back home.  All the while, Dust and Killer fought against each other, destroying the entire house and all of Angel's belongings. Oops.

--

"Where are the other two?" Nightmare asked after Horror and Angel arrived home. Horror gave his boss a quick explanation of what happened, and judging by Angel's negativity, it was true. "Oh yeah." Horror laughed.  "Killer was teasing Dust that he took that human's EXP, and Dusty Poo got angry. They're fighting in Angel's AU now." Nightmare released a heavy sigh and pinched his nasal ridge. "Idiots." He grumbled. 

"EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE!"  Dust suddenly appeared in the living room with Nightmare, Horror, and Angel.  "What?! What's on fire?!" Nightmare asked, his annoyance growing.  "Oh shit!" Killer laughed when he appeared beside Dust. He held his middle and bent over as he laughed hysterically.  Dust grinned at Killer and chuckled.  "We set the neighborhood on fire. Oops." He laughed and shrugged. "What?" Angel asked shocked. "You fucking idiots!" Nightmare rolled his cyan eye light and turned away from his idiots, walking away.  "Help the human settle in, and leave me alone. I've had enough of you fools for one day."  Killer straightened up having calmed down from laughing so hard.  "You got it, boss!" He saluted again, before grabbing Angel and dragging them away to find them a spare room. Horror decided to go cook something up for the team; they deserved a nice meal after everything. Dust walked over and collapsed onto the sofa, yawning loudly before letting himself doze off. 

[dragonflight203]

Mass Effect 1 Replay, first part of Feros:

-Logan - A planet with strange disturbances in its cloud. ME1 like mysterious unexplained phenomena, doesn't it? It certainly contributes to the atmosphere of the galaxy being a large and inexplicable, with mysteries to unravel.

-Feros - The atmosphere is supposed to be clogged with dust, but no one is wearing masks. I doubt Exo-Geni provides good health care, so I'm interested to know what everyone's long term plans for their lungs are

-Why is the debris on this planet dozens of meters? Something the Protheans did? The Reapers? Natural disaster?

-Interesting choice to have all the gameplay occur above the clouds. We never get to see the actual planet

-If you go renegade with David al Talaqani, the colonist that greets you, he says "The geth wait for no one". However, the geth wait for him to finish before shooting him. How polite of them.

-Feros certainly enjoys presenting new enemies dramatically. The new geth platforms get a little cutscene introduction, and later the varren alpha will as well.

-As usual, Tali and Liara present a contrast.

Tali comments that the colony is home, and the colonists will fight to the death to defend it.

Liara says that the colonists tried to build a life here, but now all they have are ruins.

So Tali sees a home worth defending even if it's in ruins, but Liara focuses on what the colonists have lost.

-Ledra, the salarian shopkeeper, says that this is not a safe place. Yes, very observant.

Dude has a fantastic sense of humor. Should have been brought back in future games.

-Colonists: The geth fight like fanatics. That can't just be programming, can it?

Foreshadowing! Sorry, Feros, these geth are fighting because their gods told them too.

-Hana, at the freighter controls - The work must be completed. The geth cannot be allowed into the heart of the colony.

Is that her or the Thorian speaking? Does heart of the colony = Thorian nest?

-Calantha, the lady on the bed - Very well done character on Bioware's part. First play through, you probably think she's handling the geth attacks poorly. Later playthroughs, it's clear that it's the Thorian she's struggling to deal with. She even tries to warn you about the Thorian.

-Fai Dan also mentions protecting the heart of the colony when the geth attack. I'm strongly suspecting that's the Thorian speaking.

-Where is the Alliance??? The geth attacked Eden Prime, and the Alliance raised hell. The geth have been attacking Feros for days, and the Alliance is just going to ignore it?

-There's a geth terminal where the geth were being dropped. That must be a common landing point for them. Why can't we hack or destroy the terminal?

-Back to Fai Dan. "There's something tranquil about this place. Unlike anything I've experienced before."

Why do you sound happy about this??? You're infected with Thorian spores! That is not tranquil!

-In fact, most of the colonists seem to genuinely love Feros and want to build a better future. How much of this is genuine, and how much of it is a side effect of the Thorian? We know it causes pain if you resist it - can it cause pleasure if you don't fight it?

-It's brought up a few times that the colonists are searching for artifacts for Exo-Geni, and implied the geth might be after an artifact. Good thought, but not quite.

-Why do all the colonists say to talk to Fai Dan about the colony? He's not resisting much better than the rest of them. Is it just that he's a leader, so everyone's going to field him the hard questions?

-Why does everyone want to avoid the Normany's resource? Not evacuating, I get - the Thorian won't let them. But why turn down food, water, power cells? Are the reasons they give legit or related to the Thorian again?

-Shepard to Macha Doyle: I have to go. Macha Doyle: I wish you luck.

Hah!

-First appearance of the Varren, but they don't stand out much. Just a set of enemies rather easily killed. At least they get a codex entry.

-Ian Newton - Oof. Guy's resisting more than any of the other colonists, but he does come off as just crazy.

-If you go neutral, he warns you about sticking around too long. Points for trying!

-Tali: This one is no longer fit. We should leave him.

Cold, Tali. That's just cold. No offer to help? Nothing about speaking to Fai Dan?

-After fixing the water shortage, Marcha Doyle comments that once the geth are dealt with they can get back to growing the colony.

Again: Are we just going to ignore the Thorian??? Are you saying you want to create more victims of it???

-Once you go down the elevator, Liara and Tali again provide a contrast:

Liara: Even in their ruins, the majesty of the Protheans is evident.

Tali: This city was once a marvel of Prothean Technology. Now it's nothing but a graveyard.

Now it's Liara seeing the beauty, and Tali focusing on what has been lost.

-Why is there a geth hanging out beneath the bridge? Everyone else comes out to attack me, and yet this guy is just chilling? Even when I went under the bridge, he didn't attack me - he kept hiding behind cover, and I had to go up to him.

-It never ceases to amaze me that you can completely skip the second set of survivors. I think one of your companions even encourages you to do so, and get on with the mission instead.

[disticfiction]

The man paced back and forth, frustrated. He looked at his partner, then over to Ronen. Their victim. He looked terrified, staring at the man over his belly, his arms bound by incarcerous rope. Shame rattled his body, his lower half naked, legs spread wide. But under his tangled white pubes wasn't a cock, but a pussy, his hole so small it was almost invisible. Annoyed, the man groaned and kicked a chair across the room, causing a crash that made the old charms professor shudder.

"Calm down, Silas," his partner sighed. "We can still fuck him."

Ronen shivered. "No, please!"

"He wasn't supposed to be a virgin!" Silas shouted. "We were supposed to humiliate him, not hurt him!"

His partner shrugged. "We won't. We'll just be his first. Who cares? He ruined our lives!"

"Abaddon—!"

"Don't get cold feet on me now, Silas. We came all this way for a reason."

"It'll be too much for him. Look!"

Hysterical, Silas bent down between Ronen's legs and found his entrance, making him grunt as he parted his folds. Having someone's fingers on him, touching him where no one ever had, made his pussy tingle with an unfamiliar feeling. He didn't like it, especially when it came from his captor.

"S-stop! Please! Dont touch me there!"

"Look how small it is!" Silas yelled, ignoring him.

"Look how wet it is," Abaddon grinned.

Ronen blushed, looking away as Silas spread him wider. He was wet. Deep inside, he felt his fluids flowing, spilling out and dripping down his ass. That had never happened before. He didn't even know it was possible. He'd never been aroused or terrified to such a degree, but his clit seemed happy, erect and throbbing as the man's fingers brushed against his rim.

"Either you fuck him or I will," Abaddon threatened.

"Don't! I beg you!"

"I don't know what you're whining about, old man. Do you have any idea how good it's going to feel?" He laughed. "Oh, right. I guess you don't. Even your own wife hasn't fucked you."

"Abaddon—"

"Silas, fuck him or I will. And you know I won't be nice about it."

"S-Silas?" Ronen cringed. "I know you, don't I? You and Abaddon." Both men went silent as he eyed them. "Yes, you look different, but I remember you. You were my students once."

"Seems like a lifetime ago, doesn't it?" Abaddon sneered. "Do you remember failing us?"

"I remember you were lost. Always getting into trouble and bullying other students. Especially muggle-borns. I tried to help you," he wept. "Silas, you were such a sensitive boy. You don't have to listen to Abaddon anymore. You don't have to do this. You know it's wrong."

"Shut up," Abaddon hissed, shooting up out of his chair.

With a grimace, he pushed Silas aside, then bent down and abruptly shoved his finger into Ronen's soaking hole. The stretch was instant, but new, so sudden Ronen didn't feel anything for a split second. But then the finger pushed deeper and he wailed, his cheeks burning as an unfamiliar sensation rushed to his core.

"Augh!"

"Abaddon!"

"Be quiet, he's fine. Look at him." Ronen shook, his teeth clenching as the long, slender digit wriggled further in with great difficulty. "Fuck, he's so tight. He's going to feel amazing."

"Please! T-take it out!" he begged. "It feels strange!"

"Are you really getting this worked up over a finger?" Abaddon chuckled. "Oh wow. I know you said you're a virgin, but have you never even played with yourself?"

"That's... d-disgusting!" Ronen stuttered, his hole starting to sting with a pleasure he couldn't describe.

"Merlin, you're even more prudish than I thought."

As the man's finger slipped deeper, it eventually reached the threshold. His hymen. Untouched and innocent. He smiled as he looked Ronen in the eyes, then pushed the rest of the way, burying his finger to the knuckle. Ronen's pupils constricted as he felt his defenses break, the hard digit reaching depths he didn't even know he had. Hymens: he'd read it was supposed to hurt when they ripped, but he felt only pleasure.

"Congratulations, professor," the man grinned, leaning closer. "You're all grown up now."

Ronen whimpered. Over sixty years he'd remained abstinent. He never even thought about sex. He could've gone his whole life without tasting that forbidden fruit, but now that he had...

"Ah... augh!"

He cried out as Abaddon began to thrust, his finger pumping in and out with noticeable effort. It felt so good, no matter how hard he tried to fight it. Drool began to roll down his chin, his eyes staring at the ceiling in a trance. Everything was happening so fast, his body going into overdrive and it struggled to understand what it was feeling.

In a moment of desperation, he tried to kick the man off of him, but Abaddon simply laughed, gripping his left ankle with his free hand and kneeling on his right shin. Ronen couldn't move. He could only accept every maddening thrust as it rubbed against his inner walls over and over. The pleasure increased, his stomach coiling.

And then the finger pulled out with a sticky pop, his hole left empty and wanting. Ronen didn't know why Abaddon suddenly stopped, but that almost felt worse than being molested. It was so intense. Something felt like it was going to explode inside him and his hole pulsed as it tried to chase it, but to no avail.

It was frustrating.

"Look at him, Abaddon. He could barely handle that. Maybe we should think of something else. Find another way to—"

"Enough!" Abaddon grabbed the collar of Silas' robe, shutting him down completely. "If you don't do something to this plump pussy, then I will. I'm not leaving here until this fat fuck pays for what he's done to us!"

"Alright, alright," Silas groaned. "Just gimme a minute."

"I mean it! I've been humiliated enough! Never being able to hold down a job because I don't have charms under my belt, never being admitted into the Auror Division because I don't know my counter-curses. If not for him, we'd be living the high life!"

"That was your choice!" Ronen sobbed. "I tried to help you! I did everything I could to keep you on track! But you refused to listen! You kept acting out! After you injured that first year in an unsanctioned duel, you forced my hand!"

"I'll show you a forced hand!"

Ronen winced, his eyes squinting shut as Abaddon raised his arm. But he gasped when a sharp but pleasant feeling rushed between his legs. When he opened his eyes, he saw Silas almost reluctantly sliding a phallic object into his hole. It had barely penetrated, but his crease fluttered as it stretched around the tip, wrapping around it instinctively. It was too big.

"Ah! Stop! Please, not there!"

"I'm sorry," the softer man whispered. "Just bear with me. I'm going to go slow."

He pushed a bit deeper.

"Augh! I-it's going to break!"

"No it won't," Abaddon scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Your pussy's made to stretch. Honestly, how are you this ignorant at your age?"

"He's just scared. Leave him be," Silas said, pushing harder. "Try to relax, professor. It'll feel even better if you do."

"Stop talking to him like he's your first girlfriend," Abaddon spat. "He doesn't deserve your sympathy."

"Hey, I'm doing this my way. You told me to fuck him, so I'm fucking him." He watched Ronen's face as his brows curled, ready to quit at the first sign of pain. "Does that feel good?"

"P-please!" the tubby man cracked, his toes curling. "Something's wrong! I feel like I'm going to—!"

He couldn't hold back. A hot stream of liquid burst from his core as his hole spasmed around the rubber. While his body thrashed in his binds, his first climax overwhelming, Silas held the toy in place, preventing Ronen's cunt from swallowing it further. But he also gently thrust what he'd already taken in and out, making it worse. Ronen howled, his nerves twisting as a wave of ecstasy churned around inside him, making his eyes well with tears. He'd never felt anything like it.

"It's not even all the way in!" Abaddon taunted. "How pathetic."

Ronen whimpered, embarrassment overshadowing everything. "I'm sorry..." he wept, his chest heaving. "I... I didn't mean to pee. Please don't be angry."

The two men exchanged glances, then snorted with uncontrollable laughter.

"You didn't pee," Silas chuckled. "That was squirting. It felt good, didn't it?" Ronen didn't answer, exhausted. "It's okay, I can tell you're feeling great. You're convulsing around the dildo."

"Please..." Ronen jittered. "L-let me go. I'm sorry for the past. For failing you. If you let me go, maybe I can help you."

"Too late. You had your chance," Abaddon hissed. "Keep going, Silas. I'm losing my patience."

"I get it, you don't need to tell me."

He met Ronen's eyes, but the look they reflected gave him pause. The tears streaming down his cheeks, the blush, the innocent twinkle: he couldn't stand it. With a sigh, he slowly ripped a long piece of cloth from his robe, then tied it around Ronen's head, blinding him.

"No! Please! I-I don't like the dark! Please!"

"Sorry, Professor. You'll just have to bear with it for now." He looked back down at Ronen's hole, at the dildo sticking halfway out, then took a breath. "Okay. Nice and easy now. Just enjoy it."

Biting his lip, Silas gripped the base of the toy and pushed, stretching Ronen's most vulnerable walls past their natural state. Inch after inch after inch disappeared inside him, the texture catching his wrinkled skin and stroking places he didn't know he had.

"Augh! No more! Please!"

"Why?" Abaddon teased. "Are you going to cum again? You like this, don't you? You like it when a bunch of rejects rape your hole, don't you, professor?"

"Calm down, Abaddon," Silas groaned. "You're getting overzealous."

"Oh, not yet I'm not. This is overzealous."

At the same moment the toy hit Ronen's end; his cervix struck like a drum, Abaddon pinched his clit, causing the old man to yelp. As if competing with his friend, Abaddon pulled and caressed the tiny nub, abusing it, while Silas began pumping the toy in and out, enticed by the way Ronen's crease clung to the thickness.

"That's it," he purred. "See, we're not going to hurt you."

"No, we just want to give you a taste of the humiliation we've been forced to endure."

"S-stop... stop moving it! Please!" Ronen bawled. "My hole! I can't take this! Please! Please!"

"That's it. Scream for us," Abaddon grinned. "Scream as we ruin your virgin hole." He felt his cock twitch in his trousers. "No one forgets their first time, but yours will be extra memorable, won't it?"

Ronen felt sick, but he couldn't deny the lust that claimed him as he heard the squishy, squelching sounds emanating from between his legs. Abaddon's rough ministrations coupled with Silas' thick but amorous lunges sent him soaring to new heights. He wanted more, but he wanted them to stop. The confusion wracked his brain, his teeth gnashing together as that same rumble from before threatened to expose him.

"Not again! I'm—! Aaaugh!"

He came, his fluids gushing, his second orgasm in his life warping his senses. He liked it. He felt full and winded, but he liked it. Or at least his pussy did.

"Don't you stop!" Abaddon barked, grabbing his partner's hand and taking command. "Fuck him harder!"

His expression manic, he slammed the toy in and out, despite Silas' protests. As it plunged back and forth with cruel intentions, Ronen threw his head back, his chin shaking as he screamed. Abaddon was far more violent, but somehow it felt even better. The pounding—it did something to him, to his nerves. The harmony, the euphoria. He was blindfolded, but he saw light.

Once again he lost control. Arching back, a third wave of release made his head spin. He wasn't even sure his prior orgasm faded before another shattered his soul. Everything inside him seemed to spasm, the fingers around his sensitive clit twisting and pulling, his hole throbbing. How this sensation was possible, he truly didn't know, but he couldn't escape it.

"There," Silas said, slowly pulling the toy free. "We did it. He's been thoroughly humiliated."

A short silence. Abaddon stared for a moment as Ronen's hole convulsed, noticeably looser than before, his crease red and tender. He'd never seen such obvious progression, but he'd also never fucked a virgin. As the old man whimpered, his chest heaving, sweat shimmering in the moonlight, Abaddon slipped his hands under his knees and shimmied closer.

Then Ronen heard it, the sound of a belt buckle coming undone.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Silas gasped, grabbing his friend's shoulder.

Abaddon jerked away, then pushed what Ronen could only assume was the tip of his cock against his entrance. Terrified, he shook his head, desperate to crawl away, but the younger, stronger man kept a vice-like grip on his chubby legs, keeping him pinned to the floor.

"I came here to fuck him. Nothing's changed."

"Abaddon, wait—!"

At his wit's end, the younger man shoved in, all the way to the hilt, violating his old professor in the worst way imaginable. Shocked, Ronen cried cried out, arching back as the tip whacked against his cervix. A cock was different from a toy. Softer, but warmer. Not as textured, but causing more friction. It rubbed back and forth along his walls with violent fervor, fast and heavy.

Abaddon gave no consideration to his comfort, bucking his hips like an animal, but it felt incredible. It was the first time in his life that Ronen had ever been entered by another man—by anyone—but it filled him with a sense of bliss he couldn't comprehend. Each thrust earned a deep, visceral moan, Abaddon's balls slapping against his perineum.

"N-not so hard! Please!" Ronen begged, drool rolling down his chin. "It doesn't feel right!"

"Abaddon, you're hurting him!"

"No I'm not!" he growled. "Look at his face! He loves it!"

Though his eyes were covered, Silas detected the smallest hint of a smile. It didn't last long, his mouth quickly drooping into a manic scream, but the pleasure was unmistakable. After the dildo, Ronen's hole had been properly aggravated, the weight of Abaddon's body almost painful against his pelvis. And his cock was thick. Ronen wriggled beneath him, his brow furrowed as reality hit him like a ton of bricks. It felt so good, and he didn't want it to stop, but he also didn't want the inevitable.

He didn't want this man to cum inside him.

"Ah! Stop! Ughn! Please!"

Abaddon moaned, feeling Ronen's tight walls clamp down around him, pulling him deeper. The sight of his wrinkled face and curved brows as he thrashed beneath him was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but grin as he bucked his hips harder, faster. He knew the old man was about to cum.

"What's wrong, teach? This too much for you?"

Ronen nodded, unable to speak, but Abaddon didn't falter. He fucked him like a doll, like a plaything, until his first cock-induced orgasm tore through his body. He arched back with a scream, his knuckles turning white as he clutched his tied hands for purchase. Laying on the floor, there was nothing for him to hold onto. No reprieve. He could only moan and sob as he felt his insides pulse around his ex-student's throbbing member.

Then he felt something hot and sticky splash against his end, building up until it gushed through the crevices of his crease. He felt his heart sink, the wet substance dripping down his ass as Abaddon drew out every last drop of pleasure from his trembling form with just a few more thrusts.

And then he heard Abaddon huff, gasping for air as he leaned against him. He needed time to catch his breath, but when he did he slowly pulled away, his cock sliding out and spilling his seed on the floor.

"That was..." He caught his breath, then turned to his friend. "Your turn, Silas."

Silas blushed, looking down as Ronen's disheveled stated. His legs were spread wide, his hole open and convulsing. Ronen's teeth grit as he tried to look where Silas was standing, as if to elicit some form of sympathy.

"No, I'm okay."

He wanted to, but it felt like he'd be crossing a line he somehow hadn't yet.

"You can't be serious," Abaddon scoffed.

"I don't wanna fuck him. I don't want any part of me inside him. It's weird."

Abaddon sighed, tucking himself back into his trousers. "Then let's finish this. The way we agreed on."

Silas paused. "Abaddon..."

"We agreed."

"We did, but this is his first time. He's already overwhelmed."

"Good. That'll make this even better."

Silas grimaced, turning away, but Abaddon quickly grabbed his chin. "Look at him, Silas. Look at his pussy."

Silas obliged, against his better judgement. "Fine. I see it."

"Look closely. Don't you want to see it gaped?"

Silas gulped. "I..."

His eyes fell on Ronen's hole, already battered and swollen. He couldn't deny how delicious it looked, nor his overwhelming desire to see all pussies stretched and ruined. Abaddon may have been crude, but Silas had a quiet kink he rarely got the chance to enjoy.

"Well?" Abaddon grinned, sensing his friend's hunger. "Don't you want to see this tight hole become a canyon?"

"I ... do."

"That's the spirit! Now hold him down. I'll do all the work. You can just watch."

Ronen jumped as he felt Silas, who had been so kind until that moment, suddenly grip his arms and pin him to the floor. Still blinded, he tried to shake his head free, but the cloth remained tightly wound around his head.

"No, please! Silas, you can't!"

"Don't worry, Professor. We're not going to hurt you. That hasn't changed."

Ronen wriggled beneath him, trying to shake free, but froze when he heard Abaddon use Engorgio. He tried to deny what they were planning, but his worst fears were realized when he felt the head of the once relatively normal-sized dildo push against his entrance, now twice as large as before.

"No, don't! Please! I can't!"

"You can, Professor." Silas rocked him gently. "You can do this. At your age, it shouldn't put up too much resistance."

"What are you talking about?!" Ronen whimpered.

"Shhh. I've done this to quite a few people. The older the subject, the better. You have less elasticity to work against. Just try not to fight it and your hole will accommodate it."

Abaddon smiled as Silas explained the process, eagerly pushing forward. Then pop! The head slipped in. Ronen gasped. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. Slowly, the massive toy dipped further, stretching his taunt walls beyond anything he ever dreamed possible. Every inch felt like a victory, the texture brushing up against his twitching nerves. Something wet and slick trickled down his ass, and it wasn't long before he realized it was a mix of Abaddon's leftover seed and his own fluids. A strange sound came from his mouth, half moan, half whimper, until he arched back with a scream.

"Aaugh! Augh! Ah!"

"Is he cumming?" Silas asked, unable to study Ronen's features.

"Not yet. He's just overwhelmed."

"Stop! Stop! Please! You'll break it!"

"No we won't. This is what your cunt was made more," Abaddon chuckled. "Deep breath."

A bit more force and the tight ring of mussels protecting Ronen's core gave way, and the toy slipped all the way to his end. His eyes, though covered, flashed an angelic white, his mouth hanging open in both shock and ecstasy.

He felt it, all twelve, thick inches reshaping his delicate, virgin tunnel, leaving a mark he'd never be able to wash away.

Then Abaddon began to pump in and out, pushing deeper and harder with every thrust. It didn't take long for an entirely new kind of orgasm to strike, leaving Ronen breathless and dizzy. His crease clung to the rubber so tightly, so greedily, Abaddon couldn't extract it if he tried.

"Now he's cumming," he laughed.

Silas leaned forward, watching with great enthusiasm, and Ronen grit his teeth as the pounding continued, the giant toy carving through his cunt like a buzzsaw. There was something so primal about it, so raw and evil, but it felt fucking amazing. Tears welled in his eyes and rolled down under the blindfold as he felt his clit spasm with every pummel. His mind and body had no idea what was happening, but he didn't want it to stop.

"Aaugh! Ah! Ah! Ugh!"

"Oh God..." Silas mumbled, his gaze fixed on his ex professor's hole. "Yes, that's it. Open wide for me."

Ronen's toes curled, his legs straining as Abaddon held them back with one hand and fucked his poor hole crimson with the other. With every wave of pleasure, Silas licked his lips, the gentle air he exhibited all night suddenly vacant. He was enjoying this, perhaps more than Abaddon.

"Five inches," he said. Ronen cocked his head. "Maths was always my strong suit. Do you remember, Professor? The one subject wizards and muggles exclusively have in common? Your hole was roughly point seven centimeters wide when we first started playing with it. And now it's five inches. Five! Can you picture it?"

Ronen shook his head, crying out as the pounding filled his ears. Another orgasm tore through him, making his fingers curve into ragged hooks, desperately searching for something other than his own hands to cling to. The ropes chafed his wrists, but he couldn't feel it over the heavenly ripples between his legs.

"Take his blindfold off, Silas. I think you'll like what you see."

Silas obliged, yanking the blindfold off with one mild tug. For the first time in what felt like ages, Ronen saw the moon shining through the castle windows. His eyes were rolled back, his brow furrowed, his back arched. He couldn't look anywhere else, except briefly at Silas, who stared down at him with a crazed and satisfied smile.

"Oh God, Abaddon. He likes it. He really likes it."

"See? I told you."

Ronen wasn't sure what expression he was making for Silas to come to that conclusion, but much to his dismay, he was right. His hole pulsed with a pleasure so wicked and refined, he thought he'd throw up. The pounding was relentless, the size comical, but he'd be lying if he said it hurt. Never in his long life had he known such pleasure. Such depravity.

"A-aaaaaugh!"

He came again. And again. And again. The floor beneath him soaked in his fluids, his hole straining, his belly jiggling up and down. He didn't know how long the men intended to keep it up, but time had become a concept more than a reality. He lost count of everything, including how many times they forced him to cum. All he knew was that nothing should ever feel that good.

Until suddenly everything went dark.

When Ronen woke, his vision was blurry. He couldn't make out much, but he did see Silas and Abaddon heading for the door. He moaned softly, unable to speak, but it caught their attention. Both men turned to face him, but paused. Silas was the first to move, rushing to Ronen and laying his head down on a folded sweater.

"Don't move. You need to rest," he whispered. "You'll be a little sore for the next few days, but it'll be a good type of sore." He then pat Ronen's stomach, gently. "And don't worry, your hole will go back to normal. Mostly."

"He's being nice," Abaddon sneered. "It'll never be the same again. But that's what you deserve. You fucked up our lives, so we fucked up your hole." He grinned and grabbed Ronen by the collar, bringing his face so close to his he could taste his aftershave. "Now, every time you piss, every time you walk, every time you sit down, you'll feel it: the looseness in your hole. And it'll remind you of this night. When we, your delinquent students, took our revenge. I want you to think about that when you inevitably feel the itch you'll need to scratch."

For Silas' sake, he laid Ronen back down without hurting him. At that same moment, the spell on the dildo finally wore off. The two young men watched as it reduced in size, until it sat still in a puddle of Ronen's juices. Abaddon chuckled as he picked it up, then tossed it next to Ronen's head.

"Keep it," he mocked. "You'll need it later."

And then, as if nothing nefarious had ever happened, they left, leaving Ronen a whimpering, quivering mess on the floor, his legs spread wide and hole exposed. He sighed sadly, his body heavy and almost disconnected. But he knew he'd have to get up, even if it felt impossible.

Class would start in a few hours.