#dodge mason one shot

[green-typewriterz]

I’m opening more asks!!! But I won’t do many - and will prioritise Dodge Mason, Art Donaldson and Sam Winchester!!!

I have two fics coming soon

[leclercstars]

save a horse.

dodge mason x reader

Summary: You're annoyed about getting paired with Dodge for a group project. He's quiet, cold, and you find nothing about him appealing (at least, that's what you're telling yourself.) Things start to take a turn when you end up having to work on the project in his bedroom, and suddenly, Dodge becomes the teacher.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! protected sex, slight daddy kink, dom!dodge, nipple play

author's note: you all asked and you shall receive! god i love dodge mason (and you should too.)

“And you’ll be with Dodge Mason” the professor said when she got to your name on the class list. You thought you would be able to avoid group projects in community college, but apparently not. Dodge didn’t even shoot you a glance when the professor announced you as partners, so things were surely off to a great start.

He always sat in the very back, head low, kept to himself. He never raised his hand to answer a question or chime in on a discussion, and he always hurried out as soon as the professor dismissed class. You had seen him out at parties on occasion, chatting to one or two other guys in the corner. He looked good at parties, blue jeans and a tight t-shirt was a good uniform for him, especially when he added a cowboy hat. But his mysteriousness was unappealing, you found the whole “brooding cowboy” thing to be more cold and standoffish than sexy.

“Dodge! Dodge!” you chased him out of the classroom. You caught up with him and his expression hardly changed when he saw you. “What time should we meet to work on this?”

“8pm tonight sound fine?” he scrawled his address out on a piece of notebook paper and handed it to you.

“Sure! See ya then!” your cheeriness did not impact his mood, and you scoffed as you headed back to your car.

You did not find Dodge Mason appealing at all, but you found yourself standing in front of your mirror at 7:30 p.m. making sure that your outfit looked good. Your skirt was short, your shirt was tight. Why were you doing this? You kept trying to convince yourself you saw nothing in him, but your mind kept flashing back to the way his arms looked in those t-shirts that fit him so right. You threw on a hoodie so you at least seemed a little more casual.

He answered the door as soon as you knocked, and you walked in to quite a few folks in the dining room.

“Sorry, my sister has friends over. We’ll have to work in my room,” Dodge said as he led you down the hallway.

Why was your heart beating faster? You were just going in there to work, and it's only because you can’t go anywhere else.

His room was just as you expected it to be. Gray walls, navy bed sheets, decorated with rodeo trophies and a couple vintage cigarette ads.

“Neat room,” you said, even though it was boring as hell.

“Thanks.” he sat on one edge of the bed and you sat on the other, it felt like there was miles of distance between you- both physically and mentally at this point. Your legs were crossed tight, as you realized maybe wearing a skirt was not the best outfit choice for doing homework on a bed. The two of you got to work, talking about nothing except the work at hand. You were getting so bored, and your mind started to wander. His concentrated face was unfortunately very attractive, as he bit his lip looking down at the paper. His hands were huge, made evident by how small the pencil looked in them. His t-shirt was once again, tight. Hugging every muscle in his arm. You couldn’t stand it anymore. You took off your hoodie, revealing the crop-top you had on.

“Sorry, all this writing and concentrating is making me hot,” you laughed sheepishly.

“No problem.” Dodge replied plainly, although you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes suddenly scanned your body. He wasn’t even trying to hide it, as they lingered on the curve of your hips and the peaks of your tits, visible over the neckline of your shirt. Your face was getting warmer than the sun.

“I need a break, why don’t you tell me about these trophies?” you shot up and stood by his dresser, desperate to form some sort of connection with this man.

“Alright,” he stayed on the bed. He began explaining each one in pretty great detail. If you couldn’t physically get close to him, at least this was helping you get to know him better. There was a big one from when he was kid that had a particularly funny story to go along with it, and you held the shiny gold cup, facing away from the bed. You didn’t notice the way he slowly got up, coming up behind you and sneaking his hands around your waist. Your breath hitched, the smell of his musky cologne apparent as his neck was mere inches from your face. He turned you around to face him, fingertips never leaving the exposed skin between your shirt and skirt.

You stared up at him, eyes dark and low. It wasn’t his usual uninterested stare. No, this was lust, a throbbing, aching lust. God, he was so tall. You nearly had to tilt your head all the way back to even make eye contact. He cupped your face with both hands and pulled you in, kissing you in a way that you had never been kissed before. It was as if his lips were a key and yours were the lock, they fit perfectly together. His tongue found its way down your throat as his hands started to gently roam, tracing every curve and pausing as he found your ass under the skirt. He cupped your ass and squeezed, hard, earning a moan from you into his mouth. You could feel him smile against your lips as he squeezed again, making you press your body into his. Fuck, his abs were so tight and so defined you could feel them through the fabric. You looked up at him again with pleading eyes and he smirked before leaning right next to your ear.

“You wanna learn how to ride?” he whispered. You knew he was cracking a joke but god it felt so serious in that moment.

“Yes daddy.” you groaned back. Woah. He had never asked you to call him that, and you were not the type to just bust that word out usually.

“Fucking christ I need you so bad,” he hoisted you up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him as he carried you to the bed. So “daddy” was well received. He flung all the notebooks and paper to the ground with one swipe of his arm. He was holding you up with one arm, giving you a chance to realize how strong he truly was. He tossed you down on the bed, rough but making sure he didn’t hurt you. His shirt came off almost immediately, and you happily helped him undo his belt buckle so you could see more of him. His cock was already throbbing through his boxers, just coaxing you to sit on it. He had already pulled your shirt and skirt off, and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side and taking a moment as you laid there in nothing but a lacy thong.

“Goddamn,” he sighed, grazing his thumbs over your nipples, teasing you and only making you want his cock more. He started applying more pressure, doing gentle circles with his thumbs and pressing his erection between your legs. Your moans were soft as you bucked your hips into him with progressively more force.

“Easy,” he firmly placed his hands on your hips, steadying them and pressing them back down into the mattress. “That’s no way for a good girl like you to behave.”

Suddenly it was Niagara Falls between your thighs.

He kept playing with your nipples, pinching and twisting and flicking, seeing how good it clearly made you feel. He wrapped his hands around your back and flipped you on top of him, quickly pulling down his boxers and exposing his cock, already slick with pre-cum. He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, looking at you as you straddled him.

“You ready baby?” he nearly cooed. You nodded and started to lift yourself up over him, but he decided to take control. His rough hands were planted firmly on the sides of your supple hips, guiding you onto his length. You were soaking wet, but he was so fucking big you could still only take half at once without flinching. He held you steady, waiting for you to get used to the feeling of him inside you. You both had locked eyes the moment he grabbed your hips, and neither had dared to look away, drinking in, being intoxicated by every emotion that crossed the other’s face. He slowly moved you down until you were fully sitting on his cock, gasping as the last inch pushed into your walls. Your hands were on his chest as you leaned forward, eyes now shut as you felt how close the two of you had become. Two hours ago he would barely say a word to you, now he was literally inside of you. He started rocking you back and forth, controlling your hips and making you feel so fucking good. Your clit rubbed against his abs as you rode, sparks zapping across your body every time he moved you in just the right way.

You were on top, but Dodge was fully in control. You were completely submitting to his touch, letting his hands do all the work. His body was doing all the talking he hadn’t done earlier, as he purposely thrust his abs up, knowing that was getting you closer and closer to the finish. You were starting to lose it, made completely stupid by how good his cock felt inside you.

“Fuck Dodge-daddy, fuck,” you were so so close, you could feel the orgasm starting to bubble up in your stomach.

Right as you were about to climax, Dodge sat up and leaned in.

“Cum for me good girl,” the thickness of his voice was enough to send you over the edge as you cried out, breaking free of his hands and grinding on him.

“Oh fuck me,” his head rolled back and the feeling of your pussy clenching around his dick was enough to finish him off, pulsating against your walls.

You slid yourself off him and collapsed onto his pillows, resting your head in the crook of his arm.

He started playing with your hair and the two of you just laid in silence, basking in the bliss of the sex you just had.

That was certainly one ride you never wanted to get off.

dividers by @.cafekitsune

[traumatrios]

the name of the game

pairing… dodge mason x fem!reader

wc… 2.3k

summary… you don’t talk to strangers— but there’s something different about dodge. was it his charm? his looks? or the way you couldn’t get him off of your mind?

warnings… ends in smut, face riding, drinking (not drunk sex), iconic red cowboy boots, brief pain pleasure, dodge is soooo delusional

josie’s notes! um i kinda don’t remember how panic ended for dodge (i finished it a week ago) so take the beginning plot with a grain of salt

otherwise enjoy my lovelies ❤️

Dodge didn’t have many friends to begin with, but with most of the kids his age out of Cape and attending college, he did feel quite lonely. 

He’s not a stranger to the fact that college wasn’t in the cards for him– he had too many responsibilities. He knew his sister could very much take care of herself, but lazy Sunday’s on the couch next to her was where his heart truly belonged. 

His mother needed help managing the restaurant, because as much as she prided herself for her hardworking motherhood and independence, he saw the breath of relief she had whenever he was there.

He was perfectly fine as a blue collar working adult. What did he need college for anyway? It was too expensive, especially after the necessary but monetarily disappointing ending to Panic. He was too old to apply now.

Dodge took his time off of working at his bar to nurse the foam of a beer from another in a neighboring town. 

Was this really what his future was? He was dangerously nearing a seat in the same boat as the men surrounding him in the ambience of the dive bar: old (21) with a family at home (he was unattached with a sister and a single mother 5 minutes away from his apartment). 

Dodge might as well accept it; this was his destiny.

But the glimmer of fate came to him through a vision he wasn’t sure whether he was imagining from the wild dreams in his head or the material of a Playboy magazine. 

The mechanical bull sitting in the middle of the recreational space of the bar with a pretty girl attached to its saddle.

Dodge couldn’t tell if you were a saddle bronc rider (like himself) or just intensely familiar with your hips. You rode the mechanical bull like it was a kids bicycle with training wheels.

But with how you grinded against the fur of the mechanical bull with the rhythm it was bucking, he landed on the latter.

It was entrancing to look at, he admitted. The winks you sent into the collecting audience only strengthened his hopes of getting one shot at him. 

The mechanics continued to whir and spin you around, pathetic attempts to throw you off of the attraction you were obviously very skilled at riding. Have you been here before? Has he just never noticed you?

How could he never notice you.

Before he knew it, Dodge was leaning against the inflatable rim of the attraction, eyes wide in awe of your performance. One hand gripped the braided rope attached to the nape of the bull’s neck whilst the other waved in the air freely to your girlfriends, who had been screaming your name in the same way Dodge heard it yelled by paparazzi during award shows his sister watched on the weekends through the television.

The moderator of the attraction seemed just as impressed as anyone else watching you, even holding the twinge of suspicion some kept in the quirk of their brow. A crowd eventually formed around your performance, whistling and cheering you on as the meat of your calves squeezed the sides of the bull’s stomach.

Dodge thinks he heard a “yee haw!” come from the intoxicated group of guys (no younger than 30) stuffed in a booth attached to the wall facing your ass.

Bright digits flashed on the screen beside the control booth, announcing the new high score of Big Star Bar. 2 minutes and 36 seconds.

As you unmounted the artificial bull, Dodge didn’t pull his eyes away from you like the rest of the crowd did. You weren’t a one hit wonder, he had to know your secrets. What was a girl with hips like yours doing in a random dive bar in Texas?

Dodge wasn’t sure how to approach you, especially after losing you in the crowd of girls in identical cowboy hats and guys in flannel. He was lucky enough to skin his eyes over the bar and spot your sparkling red boots tapping and gliding against the dingy dance floor.

The boy filed through the crowd until the heat in the air turned from heavy to sweaty dance floor heavy. 

Dodge scanned the horseshoe— painted? —on the back of your jean jacket and how it paired with your cowboy boots. It felt like something out of a movie, seeing your outfit.

“This your first rodeo?” he greeted, though from his stance behind your back, he wasn’t surprised by the small jump in your shoulders. But when you turned around, you were just as beautiful up close than you were on that damn bull. Dodge noticed the thick pieces of glitter scattered across your collarbone and how it seemed to match with the other girls in your party.

“Sorry. I don’t talk to strangers,” you shrugged, offering Dodge a friendly smile in apology.

Your gaze didn’t even falter or scan him, just unwaveringly looking him in the eye before you turned around again to chat with your friends. 

“Aren’t those the most fun to talk to though?” Dodge tried, and god did it form a pit in his stomach to feel like one of those guys that pushed for a girl's attention— a bad guy.

This got you to turn back around again.

Truthfully, his looks were hard to deny; especially with that ivory colored cowboy hat on his head. Otherwise, he wore a navy tee with a pair of dark jeans and black boots; the simplest thing ever. 

One hand was stuffed in the pocket of his jeans, the other tapping its digits against the sweaty glass of a bottle of beer. 

“Do you really wanna talk? Grandma taught me that boys like you never want to just talk.” 

Dodge couldn’t fight against that, not confidently at least. He knew he didn’t want to just talk, but he also didn’t know what else he’d want to do. Is this what being in limbo felt like?

You gave Dodge the grace of a second before pointing an eyebrow at him and turning again, only this time walking off with your friends to a different corner of the bar.

Dodge was too stubborn to talk growing up, and in this moment— and only this moment —did he curse himself for doing so.

In Cape, everyone was a regular. 

It didn’t matter where you went or with whom, you were known better than the alphabet.

When Dodge came into town, he became a regular. In most places, at least.

He knew you weren’t from Cape because you weren’t a regular here. Which is why he was surprised to see the same red heels he’s been dreaming about since the weekend stroll into the establishment he worked in.

You knew what you were doing, of course. You knew about Dodge Mason because Gina knew about Dodge Mason, and she knew about Dodge Mason from her boyfriend Daniel.

That’s how you got here, wasn’t it? But, Dodge didn’t need to know that.

He didn't need to know how your girlfriends teased you for playing hard to get or how you began sweating just from looking into his piercing eyes.

And when those piercing eyes caught the sight of the painted horseshoe on your back, he thought it must be my lucky day.

As you sat at the bar, Dodge couldn’t think of any other way to praise whatever god trailed you in here rather than repeating the same ‘thank you’s in his head.

“Evening, lucky,” he coined the nickname from the symbol. You fought a smile at his wit, instead rolling your tongue along the flesh of your lip. 

“I’m sorry, do I know you sir?”

Dodge chortled at your act, but your face stood unwavering. Your tits looked perfect while pressed against the bar, but Dodge managed to pull his eyes a little higher to see the small tick in your neck signaling your so-called ‘confusion’.

You must’ve not liked his silence, because you picked up the silence with a small sigh and your order.

“May I have a shirley temple with just a dash of lime juice, please?” you batted your eyelashes at the unconvinced boy, being met with the playful roll of his eyes. 

Despite himself, Dodge began to concoct your beverage. You were strange, he thought. Where did you come from? Were you visiting? Would he see you again if nothing came from this conversation? How would he be sure?

He had to make sure this one counted, not like that pathetic excuse of conversation at the bar. The clicking of your nails rippling against the waxed bar behind his back mimicked the ticking clock– he might as well shoot a shot. Perhaps it was an easy target, especially with his luck sprawled against your back. 

“Did your grandma also teach you these manners?” Dodge planted the highball in front of your impatient hands. You took a look at the glass, then him, then to the glass again, where your eyes stayed as you tasted the drink. The sugar spreads across your tongue, satisfying its parched state.

“I still don’t talk to strangers,” you said, but the smirk that played on your face told Dodge something different. Your game wouldn’t fool him, not when you drop it just as limp as that. Did you want him like he wanted you?

You two weren’t strangers, no, he knew you were meant for something more. 

“So you admit to it,” he turned his head from the focus on your drink, only to catch your face hot with guilt. He chuckled to himself at your game.

“We ain’t strangers. This is our second meeting, perhaps fate is sending a message?” God, when did Dodge Mason become so sappy? He was grasping at the ends of a rope he wasn’t sure you were on the other end of.

But then you smiled. You smiled and twirled the skinny black straw around the ice of your drink. “And what message would that be?” you challenged.

Dodge leaned his elbows on the dark oak of the bar. He wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before his proposal, or rather, ‘the message’. “You should come home with me tonight.” He kept it at that; simple and charming. 

You giggled like a schoolgirl at his confidence. By the looks of it, he had been a lustful young adult, admittedly like you, with maybe a studio apartment. Your mind could only think of one thing he planned to do if you accepted the invitation, and you knew it wasn’t puzzles and lemonade. 

Were you opposed? Not entirely. 

“And what would this night entail? What do I get from entering your home? You gon’ drive me home after?” You matched his stance, leaning forward on the folded elbows you stuck to the waxy countertop. Dodge felt a stream of intimidation flow through his veins at the way you pointed your eyebrow at him.

“Might have to come to find out,” he replied, swiping his tongue over the toothpick that hung from his mouth. You couldn’t restrain your eyes from flickering down to the pair of lips. 

You were sure the sharp metal of his handle left a burning mark when he pushed you against it in the barren hallway of his apartment building. But with the incessant kissing of his lips distracting your mouth– and eventually everything else –it didn’t matter much to you anymore.

Your frame had been stripped of all fabric, laying in addition to his in the ratty hamper dejected in the corner of his room. Soon enough, he was insisting on a third round to cure the burdens of his barren tongue.

“Wanna see how you ride up close, baby,” he reasoned through a hushed tone, kissing the clammy skin of your temple.

How could you refuse? Especially when his hands began to rub those soothing circles into your hips and the tip of his tongue licked the shell of your ear during the whisper.

When he was prodding his tongue into your entrance a few minutes later, you knew it was the right decision to follow him out of the door. With your tits bouncing underneath the warm light thrusting through the ceiling of the sauna he called his room, Dodge took it upon himself to bruise your skin of this (rather heated) interaction through two large grips of his hands on your ass whilst you fucked his face. 

Dodge’s curious tongue soon turned into a hungry one, accompanied by the brief scraping of his teeth against the puffy lips of your pussy. The small bumping of his skull against the wooden headboard spurred him on rather than slowed him down, and you hoped the string of moans and mewls coming from your mouth were enough gratitude to satisfy his desires.

Due to popular demand– a loose request that fell in pieces from Dodge’s dumbstruck position underneath you –you wore his cowboy hat, glaze sticking from your hairline onto the weaved material. Dodge didn’t mind, in fact, he reveled in the thought of that same sweat mixing with his own during a rodeo. Dripping down his face just like how the sudden flood of your sweet juices were coating the stubble on his chin and the point of his nose. 

Dodge lived up to his word the morning after, tapping the ends of his fingers against the leather of the steering wheel to the tune of Bruce Springsteen’s voice singing “Glory Days” from the beaten up radio of Dodge’s Cadillac. Summers' heat wavered through the air of Cape even when Dodge drove past the speed limit on a lonely road. 

When you arrived at the doorstep of your grandmother's house, Dodge didn’t worry about the possibility of seeing you again, only admiring the way you swayed your hips and clicked your heels against the pavement during your strut. The corners of his lips pulled up into something that was not quite a smirk. 

He liked how your game was turning out.

traumatrios, 2024

divider by @saradika-graphics !

[bel1ewrites]

Hi, I have a request for melissa barrera x reader.

Melissa and reader have been together for five years. They've also starred in, 'In the heights. Keep breathing. Scream 5 and Scream 6' and Melissa is asked about how she feels working with her girlfriend. Reader is in an interview with Jasmin and Mason, while Melissa is with Jenna and Courteney. (Reader also likes to mess around with Jasmin on set and behind the cameras (in interviews) to make Melissa and Jenna laugh.)

a/n: sorry this one took me so long! Let me know if you like it <3

It's Easy With Her (Melissa Barrera x Reader)

Description: Melissa decides to trick you.

WC: 1k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, prob a 6/10 on the cringe scale.

THE formatting of this interview was odd, you thought to yourself as Jasmin and Mason took their seats on either side of you. There was a camera situated a few feet away, centered perfectly to capture all three of you at the table. The crew sat just out of frame, weird filming tech surrounding them, and a mic had been pinned to the collar of your freshly ironed suit. It wasn’t that you’d never done interviews like this before, but they would usually have someone there to ask questions. There wasn't, and everything here was… white?

“Alright, we’re all set! Rolling in three, two…” 

“Hi, I’m Jasmin Savoy Brown.”

“Hi, I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“I’m Mason Gooding, and today we’ll be playing a good old fashioned game of truth or drink here on Cut.”

Your blood ran cold as the words left his mouth. Truth or drink? Since when? You were under the impression that you’d be here for an hour or two, dodge a few odd questions, and be back in your hotel room with Melissa in no time; happy and sober. 

“We are?” you laughed nervously, hand reaching to scratch your neck. You eyed Jasmin, then Mason, then the camera. Then, for good measure, you eyed them all again. 

“No way…” Mason gawked before both he and Jasmin broke out in obnoxious laughter, making you cover your ears to escape the sound. “We told-” Jasmin began, attempting to catch her breath, “We told Melissa to tell you!”

“She told me it was just an interview!” you exclaimed, dropping your head to the table. The crew quickly asked if you were okay to continue, you answered with an unenthusiastic thumbs up before sitting back in your chair and composing yourself. 

Someone came on set, bringing a tray with shot glasses and some sort of clear liquid. They set a shot glass in front of all three of you, placing the liquor in the middle of the table and making sure it didn’t block your face.

“Well, since I’m in the middle of the table,” you smiled menacingly, “It wouldn't make sense for me to be asked first, would it?”

You grabbed one of the cards in front of you, directing your question towards Mason. “Mr. Gooding this one's for you. Fuck, mary, kill Courteney, me, and Melissa. And the card doesn’t say this, but describe how you would do each.”

He blinked, poured a shot, and then… paused. “I would kill you and dump your body in the Pacific,” he answered before downing the liquid with a grimace. 

Your jaw dropped as you basked in his audacity. Jasmin punched his shoulder from across the table, laughing and handing Mason a card to read for you. 

“Oh, I can’t ask this…” he bit his knuckle and looked at you with a glint in his eye. “But I will. My dear friend, describe Melissa’s favorite sex position.”

You paused, thinking about the repercussions of this answer. Sure, she’d be mad, but she’s the one who tricked you into this. 

“She goes through phases, but right now she’s on a real… oh I don’t know what it's called. It’s like, one person sits behind the other one and like rests their head on their shoulder and reaches around and-”

“Okay! Okay we get it, thank you!” Jasmin cut you off, hands covering her ears. “Thanks so much!”

“No problem,” you smiled, picking up a card for her. “Jasmin, light of my life, please tell us who’s the most annoying on set and why,” you directed her, batting your eyelashes innocently. 

“Oh this is easy,” she smiled, batting her eyelashes right back at you. “You and Melissa.”

“What?!?! Why us?!?!”

“Oh she’s so right.” 

“You guys never stop complimenting each other and you can’t spend more than five seconds apart,” she elaborated. “It’s absolutely disgusting.” 

“Suck my balls, Jasmin Savoy Brown. Suck my balls.”

—-----------

Melissa smiled as Courteney and Jenna bickered from across the table. She was sat in the same chair that you had previously occupied, and had just asked Jenna who would die first in an apocalypse. Of course, she said Courteney. 

“Let's talk about how fast you died in ‘X’, Jenna!”

“That’s different you witch!”

“Okay why don't we just agree that you’d both die immediately and move on,” suggested Melissa, handing a card to Jenna who took it begrudgingly.

“Fine, little miss perfect. Who do you think is the most fun on set and why?”

Courteney snorted, “I wonder who it’s gonna b-”

“Definitely my talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique girlfriend,” she smiled at you, currently sitting with the crew and drunk off your ass. You let out a loud cheer and a slurred, “That’s me by the way!”

“Never a dull moment with her, even after five years. She always finds a way to make a long day feel… less long for lack of better words. Her and Jasmin are always fucking with me, even when they don’t need to be on set for the day. She’s just overall the brightest light in my life and she’s been with me through thick and thin. I don’t know where I’d be without her-” (“I think I’m gonna throw up,” the other two women said in unison) “-she’s done so much and I can’t thank her enough. It’s just… easy with her”

The room had gone silent, except for Jenna’s occasional mock gag. Melissa looked back over at you, only to find you stumbling onto the set; arms wide as you pulled her into a hug.

[captainlunaxmen]

MASTERLIST

Stranger things

Steddie

My Safe Place. (One shot)

Be My Queen. (Completed)

Steve Harrington

Just a Little more. (Part 2)

Eddie Munson

The Lady and The Lord. (Completed)

Billy Hargrove

No Complaints. (One shot)

Wizarding world

Charlie Weasley masterlist

Bill weasley

Eyes

Sirius Black

Meet cute

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

All for the Cameras (on going)

Dark!Coriolanus Snow

First sight (one shot)

Panic

Dodge Mason and Ray Hall

Panic 2.0 (on going)

The last kingdom

Finan

Frustration

Dragon's Healer (series on going) (contains dark themes)

[arabellaininterstellarboots]

The Winslow Effect

pt.2

Chapter 02: The buzz begins

Charlotte Winslow leaned back in her office chair, scrolling through her notes for her next interviews. Since she’d switched to covering football, she’d been swamped with messages, press requests, and fan theories that she found both amusing and, at times, a little exhausting and over the top.

It seemed that everyone wanted to know which player she’d interview first, and the fan favorite was already becoming clear: Chelsea’s Mason Mount.

She’d caught glimpses of him in photos and videos during her research—a midfielder with a sharp grin, quick on his feet, and with a bit of charm that seemed to radiate through the screen.

But she’d been in journalism long enough to know better than to be swayed by anyone’s public persona. Still, even she couldn’t deny there was something intriguing about him.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her thoughts. A message from her editor:

Lisa 😊: Just a heads-up—people are already talking about a possible Mount-Winslow interview. Keep it on your radar girly!😘

Charlie chuckled, tossing her phone onto her desk. “They really are impatient, aren’t they?” she muttered to herself. She liked the idea of keeping things mysterious. No need to rush into anything.

Meanwhile, across town, Mason Mount was getting his fair share of teasing from his Chelsea teammates. During training, Ben Chilwell nudged him with a grin as they took a break by the sidelines.

“So, Mounty,” Ben began, barely able to hide his smirk, “when’s your big date with Charlie Winslow?”

Mason rolled his eyes. “It’s not a date. And it’s not even happening yet.”

“Oh, yet? So you’re saying you’re open to it?” Ben shot back, and a few other teammates nearby chuckled, leaning in to join the fun.

Reece James joined in, grinning. “She’s way out of your league, mate. From what I’ve seen, she’s got half the Premier League hanging on her very feet.”

Mason shrugged, pretending to be unfazed. “Maybe, but she’s still just a journalist. No need to get all worked up about it.”

“Oh, just a journalist, huh?” Conor Gallagher chimed in, laughing. “That’s why you’re the first one to check your phone every time she posts?”

“I don’t even follow her,” Mason replied, trying to sound nonchalant. In truth, he’d considered it—just to satisfy his own curiosity, of course—but he’d decided against it. He wasn’t about to give his teammates any more ammunition for their teasing.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure, mate. Just wait till you have to sit across from her, and we’ll see how cool you stay then. From what I’ve heard, she’s sharp. She’ll probably have you confessing all your secrets before you even realize what’s happening.”

Mason smirked, crossing his arms. “You lot think you’re so funny. You know, maybe I’ll be the one getting her to open up.”

That earned him a round of laughs. “Keep dreaming, Mounty,” Reece said, patting him on the shoulder. “I don’t think she’s the type to fall for your cheesy lines.”

“Or your terrible haircut,” Conor added with a grin, dodging the playful shove Mason sent his way.

Later that evening, Mason was back at home, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. He noticed a post of Charlie’s on his explore page—a clip of her interviewing another Premier League player, Jamie Vardy from Leicester, her smile poised and her eyes sharp, as if she could see right through the forwarder she was talking to.

He could practically feel her confidence and quick wit through the screen. It didn’t surprise him that everyone was talking about her.

Meanwhile, Charlie sat in her apartment, her own thoughts drifting toward the buzz that had built up around a possible interview with Mason. She’d heard enough from her editor and her social media notifications to know that people were eagerly waiting for her to meet the Chelsea star. Fans were tagging her, speculating about “the chemistry” they might have. She couldn’t help but smile at how invested people were in a story that hadn’t even started.

Her phone lit up with a new follower notification—Ben Chilwell. She chuckled, not missing the fact that he was one of Mason’s closest friends. Interesting, she thought, wondering if the Chelsea squad was just as eager to see what she’d be like in person. She didn’t follow him back, but the notification was enough to remind her that she had the football world’s attention.

Mason’s name popped up in her mind again, and her fingers hovered over the button to follow him. But after a moment’s hesitation, she pulled her hand back. Letting them wonder a little longer wouldn’t hurt.

Across town, Mason finally caved and clicked on her profile, scrolling through a few of her recent posts. He noticed that a lot of people he follows follow Charlie. There was something undeniably intriguing about her. Maybe it was the way she balanced charm with a bit of mystery. He could see why the press and fans were so captivated, and despite himself, he was starting to feel the same.

Their paths hadn’t crossed yet, but with the tension building around them, both knew it was only a matter of time.

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guide; ᰔ = fluff, ☁︎ = angst, ⟡ = nsfw

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ᰔ ☁︎ Robin Buckley x Fem!Lesbian!Reader

☁︎ Mean!Steve Harrington x Mean!Reader

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ᰔ Kissing Steve Harrington

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ᰔ Love Quinn x Reader relationship desc.

ᰔ Dodge Mason x Singer!Reader

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ᰔ Comforting Sevika

⟡ Sevika teasing you

⟡ Joel catches you

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- Agent Whiskey

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⟡ Odd!Reader who can’t stop talking

⟡ Odd!Reader headcanons

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[runningfrom2am]

all my ghosts - (d.s)

an ‘on the one screen in my town’ oneshot

summary: drew gets cast as the love interest in mason's newest music video.

this is set after 'kinda famous' but before the rest of the plot! this was also a request from @winterrrnight and i cannot disappoint my girl duh

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"do you know who they casted yet?" este asks, brushing back mason's hair away from her eyes to pull it up in to a messy bun for the opening shots.

"no, no clue." mason replies, watching her friend in the mirror and trying to stay as still as possible.

"don't you get to make these decisions?" este laughs, throwing the bun loosely into a scrunchy and reaching for her bobby pins to secure it.

"nope." mason giggles. "but i trust my team. i just said someone who gives kind of a 'boy next door' vibe but in a very relaxed way, who's taller than me, and doesn't look like he's forty."

"jeez, lower your standards." este chuckles, shaking her head. "i'm sure they found the perfect person. it'll be so, so good."

"i'm a little nervous." mason admits. "it's my first single after the last album, after the breakup- i don't want to disappoint anyone. you know?"

"i get it." este nods. "but this song is amazing, the video will do it justice. i know it." she assures her friend, leaning down to get a better look at her hair in the mirror. "i think you're ready! just don't throw your hair around too much. it takes a lot to perfect a messy bun."

mason smiles and turns her head to look at her makeup and hair, grinning in satisfaction. the bags under her eyes were emphasized and her brows darkened, but the rest of the makeup was meant to look very minimal. "i'll be careful." she assures her friend, standing up and stretching out.

"mason! we're ready for you." one of the producers is sticking her head in the door of the trailer, and the star quickly adjusts her costume, sweat shorts and a tank top before following her out, waving goodbye to her best friend who is already getting ready for her next client; mason's costar.

mason goes out and shoots a couple casual shots, walking into the corner store and browsing at a few different aisles and coolers. they don't know what will make the final cut just yet, but they'll gather an array of footage just in case.

"okay, we're going to get you guys together now, just act natural, have a look around and be very casual but definitely make it your own. it'll make it real- but we can always try again." the director says and mason nods, looking past her as the bell on the door rings and they bring in her costar.

mason stands on her top toes to look over the shelves in front of her, and smiles wide when she sees who they had casted. "drew! hi!" she grins, quickly making her way over and dodging cameras and mic's to give him a hug.

"hey, mason." drew smiles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"oh my god!" she laughs, quickly pulling away. "i didn't even know you auditioned!"

"well, i thought i wouldn't tell you until i got it. it would be embarrassing if i didn't, hey?" drew chuckled. "and then i figured i'd just see you here."

"of course you would get it, are you joking?" mason smiles, hugging him quickly again. "i'm really glad you're here. this will be fun."

"it sounds like it." drew nods, that ever lovely smirk present on his lips.

"basically, we're just fucking around and they're filming it. minimal acting required." mason shrugs as drew slips an arm over her shoulders.

"perfect- let's do this." he nods, quickly pressing a kiss to the side of her head before moving away.

"okay we're ready." the director says, grabbing their attention. "whenever you guys are, just act like we're not here."

"somehow that makes the pressure worse." mason giggles, shaking her head slightly and avoiding eye contact with him now.

"you know all the words, right?" drew asks, a teasing smirk on his face as they walk down the aisle, followed behind and ahead of them by cameras at different angles.

mason gasps, gently shoving him. "how dare you! i wrote every word myself. of course i know them." she giggles.

"okay, well, what's it about?" he asks, grabbing something random off the shelf and turning it over in his hand for just a moment before returning it to its spot.

"you haven't heard it? ouch."

"of course i've heard it. i just want to hear it from you."

"okay," mason nods, continuing to walk beside him slowly as she thinks it over. "it's about falling in love again after being heartbroken, i guess. like, everyone has something that has happened to them in their lives that kind of... haunts them. that they can't let go of, but you can grow around whatever happened and be happy again."

"i see." drew nods. "i get that feeling. it's an amazing song, by the way."

"thank you." mason says, pride evident in her voice along with a slight nod.

it only took a couple of days to shoot the whole thing, most of it just pulling random clips of drew and mason talking and giggling outside of the clips she filmed herself, dancing and singing to the lyrics of her own song.

the last one they filmed together had been the wedding scene, and drew was smiling like an idiot the whole time. the finalized clip only lasted a few seconds, but as he looked her up and down in the white dress, something in him had changed. usually acting to him was no big deal, he could compartmentalize himself from his characters, but this shoot had been entirely different with the producers pushing on them over and over to just 'be themselves'.

"okay! that's a wrap for drew." the producer called as they cut the cameras, the two of them standing face to face at the front of the church.

"thank you so much." mason smiles, reaching around him with the bouquet in hand to give him a hug.

he gladly returned it, gently rubbing her back. "thank you for having me. this was so fun."

"anytime! seriously." mason says, pulling back from the hug after a moment. she's in a bit of a rush to get out of this slightly itchy wedding dress, so she's already stepping down off the small preachers stage.

"hey, wait," drew calls after her, following on her heels as she turns to look at him. "are you free this weekend? to grab lunch or something?"

mason is taken a little by surprise at this, pausing in her step toward the costume tent. "i.. yeah! i would like that. maybe not this weekend, but i'll call you, yeah?"

"okay, yeah. whatever works for you." drew nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants.

mason's cheeks are flushed as she looks up at him. "sweet. okay. i've got to get going, but i'll see you soon."

"yeah, see you soon." drew smiles, shifting his weight back onto his heels.

he lets her go, walking the rest of the way down the aisle dressed fully as if she was getting married today. he's quick to lift his hands and rub his palms over his face when he encounters the thought that one day he'd like to see her like this again, be marrying her for real. is he crazy? god, he hopes he isn't crazy.

as she passes off the bouquet to the prop girl, giving her a polite and grateful smile, drew knows he can't wait to see mason again. whatever that may take.

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[elizabethblake]

That’s for me to know and for you to figure out - pt.11

Panic Imagine -- Dodge Mason x OC (Reese Silvers) -- pt.11

A girl from a wealthy family wants to get out of Carp just as much as everyone else. With the new guy in town, she seems to be a bit more distracted than she had hoped. And those who once were her friends just may be the ones who will throw her into the deep end. Will panic be what she hopes, or will she fall into the depths of deceit and lies?

“Luke Hall is taking bets on Panic. That’s why he’s back in town.” Heather said as she sat on my bed.

“To track the game?” I asked. 

“Or to fix it.” She said.

“Fix it?” I asked. 

“Reese think about it, he was at the jump last year. He graduated years ago, isn’t it a little bit weird that he comes back the same summer that two of the leading players die in like freak accidents? That really seems like one hell of a coincidence.” She said. 

“Yeah, both Jimmy and Abby’s deaths are connected to the game, but if Luke is taking bets. Then maybe he’s connected to them too.” I said. 

“Look, I gotta get home but I’ll call you later okay.” She said before leaving.

After Heather left I headed over to Dodge’s place. I walked up and knocked on the door.

“Hey can we talk?” I asked as he answered it.

“Sure, come in.” He said and we made our way to his room. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

“Heather says people are gambling on Panic.” I said.

“Some of them are putting $10,000, $20,000 on each challenge. They think Luke might be in charge.” I added.

“Hmm.” Dodge hummed.

“You’re not surprised.” I said. 

“Because you knew didn’t you?” I asked. 

“Yeah.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Cortez suspected ever since he found out about Panic, but he didn’t know enough about the game or how it worked in order to build a case so um he needed a way in.” He said and I scoffed.

“So you’ve been helping him?” I asked. 

“He wants Luke in jail. This is the only way.” He said. 

“Oh okay, so what you’ve been like spying on us this whole time?” I asked. 

“No, I’ve been trying to win.” He said. 

“How does that help Cortez?” I asked.

“It’s not illegal to gamble in Texas okay. But it is a felony to be the house that’s how we’re going to catch him. If I win, we can prove that Luke is getting a kickback as the bookie. That’s what Cortez needs.” He said. 

“So you’re doing this for revenge?” I asked. 

“Cause Heather told me about your sister. I’m not mad that you lied to me, I’m just curious as to why you thought you couldn’t tell me. I told you everything about what happened and you still kept it from me. But it’s really none of my business I guess.” I said. 

“I’m playing for Dayna.” He said. 

“Yeah. I get that. But you lied Dodge, repeatedly. And I just. I can’t trust someone who lies.” I said as I turned around to leave. 

“Reese.” He said. 

“No. I’m out of Panic. I’m done, our alliance is over there’s nothing else to it.” I said. 

“Really? Was sleeping with me just part of the alliance too?” He asked. 

“No. And you know that. But this mess with Cortez, I don’t want any part of it. I’m trying to burn my broken bridges and go down with them and if any of this gets caught up with me it’s going to be a shit show. So I am sorry Dodge but I can’t have anything to do with Panic anymore.” I said before I left. 

When I got home I noticed my brother’s car and made my way inside.

“Hey, didn’t think you’d be home.” I said. 

“Yeah, haven’t been out much lately.” He said and there was a silent pause.

“Rhett, I’m out of Panic. I got eliminated.” I said, and his eyes shot up to meet mine. 

“I swear to you, I’m gonna get the money. I will help you find a way.” I said and he only sighed.

“Reese, this isn’t your fight you need to quit trying so hard. I got us into this, you weren’t even supposed to be involved in this.” He said. 

“But I am. And if you don’t find the money Rhett. He is gonna kill you.” I said. 

“Maybe not.” He said.

“Maybe we could go to the cops see if Cortez can help.” He said. 

“Thats a bad idea, the cops won’t help if they know why you were there and Cortez is dirty Rhett.” I said. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“Cortez is trying to pin something on Luke, something big. But I know Luke didn’t do it.” I said. 

“What?” He asked. 

“On Halloween 3 years, Dodge’s sister was in a hit and run and it left her paralyzed. Cortez has Dodge convinced it was Luke who hit her but I know it wasn’t.” I said. 

“I was with Ray on Halloween that year. It was freshman year, Ray wouldn’t shut up about how his brother was sitting in jail for some stupid thing that he did. But he was in jail, he wasn’t out roaming the streets and hitting people and driving off.” I said. 

“So what? Maybe Cortez got it wrong.” Rhett said.

“Cortez would know Luke was in jail that night, he would’ve already looked into where he was. That would be the first thing, which means I think Cortez is dirty.” I said. 

“Just stay out of it. Don’t get yourself caught Reese.” He said before leaving, but then stopped. 

“Oh this letter was on the porch when I got home.” He said, picking up an envelope with my name written in bold and handed it to me. 

“Thanks” I said, and he left the room. I opened the envelope and a paper was inside. 

TUMBLEWEED MAZE 10PM. ASSIST DODGE IN HIS TASK RULES DOWN BELOW

“Shit.” I muttered. 

I pulled up to the place around 9:45 pm and after about 10 minutes I saw Dodge’s car pull up. 

“What the hell?” He asked as he got out of his car. 

“You’re the welcome committee?” He asked. 

“I guess so.” I said. 

“At least you don’t have to pay for admission.” I added and began walking. 

“Tumbleweed maze? I’m almost offended.” Dodge said. 

“Judges...they’re looking for a specific key. Find it and you’re in. You have one hour. And keep it moving, because every minute you spend looking, well that’s just another point you won’t get.” I said. 

“In three, two, one.” I counted down and he walked towards the barn. 

The next morning we were told to meet at the motor lodge, when I pulled up I went inside and saw that most everyone was already there, I walked over and sat at the table with Heather. 

“Hey.” I said. 

“Hey.” She said. 

“I’m sorry you got out.” She said. 

“It’s all good, Sorry about you too.” I said. 

“Friends, players, former contestants, the results of the individual challenges have been tallied. All the points have been scored. Shawna quit, so she’s out of the game. Dodge is in first place and will be heading to the Joust. The player competing against him is as yet undetermined.” Diggins said. 

“What?! Why?” Ray asked. 

“I mean I stayed long enough in that shithole cooler, didn’t I?” Ray asked. 

“Not long enough to beat Dodge’s time” Summer said.

“The individual challenges aren’t done yet Ray. By order of the judges, Natalie Williams is disqualified for reasons of false representation and failure to complete the required challenges. As punishment the player’s points have been retroactively invalidated.” Diggins said. 

“English please?” Drew asked. 

“The judges wiped Natalies score because she cheated.” Diggins added and Ray laughed.

“She was never in Spurlock’s house. Shouldn’t have even made it to Graybill let alone the final four.” Diggins said. 

“That’s, that’s bullshit. All right that’s hearsay” Nat said.  

“True. We heard you say it.” Summer said.

“That’s a good one Summer.” Nat clapped back.

“No you admitted it in your video that you trapped me underground. That’s nowhere near the house, right?” Heather said.

“Plus someone ratted you out to the judges.” Diggins said. 

“All right, fuck you guys.” Nat said before getting up and leaving.

“You were outside watching the house, Dodge covered for you.” Diggins said, and I turned to look at Dodge. 

“What?” I whispered to Heather and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Wait hold on hold on hold on, wait a second. If Dodge helped Natalie get through the last challenge then why is he still playing?” Ray asked.

“Well he was stealing for two, lucky he didn’t get double the points.” Summer said and people started talking over each other.

“All right settle down, settle down. At the time of the judge’s selection of the Final Three, excluding Natalie, the players in order were Dodge, Ray, and Heather.” Diggins said, and I turned to look at heather with a open smile on my face.

“But Heather missed a challenge.” Drew said. 

“Well she still has her immunity.” Summer said. 

“Given that and Natalie’s disqualification, an exception has been made. Congratulations Heather, the judges ruled you may move on to your individual challenge. Good Luck.” Diggins said. 

As we were leaving I walked out with Heather. 

“Holy fucking shit. This is amazing.” I said to her. 

“I’m so nervous.” She said. 

“Heather this is your chance to win. You have to do everything you can.” I said. 

“And I’m sorry about Nat. She’s a bitch.” I said which made her laugh a little. 

“Looks like it’s down to you and me for joust.” Ray shouted, and I rolled my eyes. 

“I’ll leave you to it.” I said to her as I walked away and headed home.

Later once I was home the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to get it.

“Dodge.” I said as I opened the door. 

“What can I do for you?” I asked. 

“Can I come in?” He asked. 

“Sure.” I said. 

“I’m sorry about before. I’m sorry we argued.” He said. 

“It’s fine. Honestly don’t worry about it.” I said. 

“I’m sorry Natalie screwed you over. I could’ve warned you on that part.” I said. 

“Look I know you’re all set on trying to help Cortez take down Luke Hall but I think you’re exhausting your efforts.” I said. 

“I didn’t come to talk about that.” He said as he walked closer to me as I leaned against the counter in the kitchen.

“Looking back on it, we never really had an alliance did we?” I asked. 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“You were always working with Natalie. Trying to get ahead, but I didn’t know. So we never really had an alliance because I couldn’t really trust you even if I didn’t know it.” I said. 

“Did you ever really like me? Or was it a ploy?” I asked. 

“Reese I never would have planned out to get close to you and sleep with you to get an advantage over you in Panic.” He said, sounding a bit hurt that I would suggest that. 

“You suggested it at one point.” I said. 

“I didn’t mean it.” He said.

“I know.” I said. 

“You know, I really did like you Dodge. A lot.” I said.

“Did? As in you don’t anymore.” He said, twisting his lips to the side. 

“So much has happened in so little time, this summer has been crazy but the one thing i’ve managed to keep constant is you.” I said. 

“So no Dodge I didn’t sleep with you because of our alliance, I didn’t just magically erase the feelings I have for you, but things are crazy and if we aren’t on the same page. We cannot do this.” I said. 

“How do we get on the same page Reese? I’m trying.” He said. 

“Cortez is dirty. Plain and simple, you cannot trust him.” I said. 

“I’ll keep my eye out I promise.” He said. 

“And from now on, I’ll tell you everything going on, no more secrets.” He said. 

“Good.” I said, I then leaned in and kissed him, running my hand to the back of his neck. His hand snaked around my waist as he pulled me into him. I broke the kiss only a moment to speak. 

“My brother is home just so you know to keep the volume down to a minimum.” I said, lacing my fingers with his I lead him upstairs and into my room. 

I slipped on my shirt and pants as Dodge put his on. 

“You know Joust is like a big thing in Panic.” I said, sitting back down on the bed and facing him.

“I know.” He said. 

“I’m worried.” I said.

“I am too.” He stated, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

“I’ve gotta go, but I’ll meet up with you later okay?” He asked. 

“Okay.” I said with a smile and he leaned down to kiss me before heading out the door and downstairs to leave. 

After a little while, I heard arguing through the floor and I went out to see what was going on. 

“Do you know how dangerous this is Rhett? You could be killed, you could get your sister killed for god’s sake.” I heard my dad shout.

“Dad?” I asked as I made my way downstairs.

“Reese, why didn’t you tell me about any of this? This is crazy you know better, you both know better.” He snapped.

“Dad I can explain.” I said softly.

“So you do know how bad this is.” He said.

“George.” My mom said.

“No Lemon, you were right in your motion to try and send her off to boarding school. It would have been for her own good, because now she decided to help her dumb ass of a brother get out of situation he ain’t ever shoulda been in to begin with.” He yelled.

“Daddy it’s not as bad as you think.” I tried to reason.

“I always told you that Hall boy was no good for you darlin’“ He said.

“I’m takin this to the cops.” He said.

“No dad you can’t.” I said as I ran to the door. 

“Why Reese.” He asked.

“There is so much that you don’t know okay, but you can’t trust them.” I said.

“At least not Cortez.” I added.

“You’re not makin any sense honey.” My mom said.

“Cortez is dirty okay. He is caught up in bets that are bein made on Panic. I don’t know if he is in on them but if he is it means he’s got his eyes glued on me and everyone else in this stupid game so we cannot trust him. He is trying to take Luke Hall out, and if we aren’t careful he is going to find out what happened and we are all gonna go sinking down with that ship.” I said.

“You’re going to tell us everything.” He said.

[thatfanficstuff]

Not About You - 38

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x OFC

That evening, Lucy and Damon curled up together on the couch. She was laying against him with his arm wrapped around her chest and their fingers linked together while they sipped their drinks. They were simply enjoying the quiet of an empty house as their roommates were on a date.

“Need a refill?” Lucy asked as she swung her legs off the couch.

Damon drained what was left in his glass before handing it over. “Thanks.”

Once she’d poured them new drinks, she carried them back over. She sat hers on the table and handed Damon’s to him. “I just realized I don’t have my phone. I’m going to find it. Be right back.” She leaned down and gave him a kiss with a smile. “Love you, baby,” she said as she pulled back.

“Love you, too.” He slapped her ass as she turned to walk from the room. He leaned his head against the back of the couch and waited for her to return. A loud crash from the other room had him jerking upright. “Lucy?” he called even as he hurried in that direction.

He rounded the corner to find the love of his life crumpled on the floor. Wide, lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling. He sucked in a painful breath. No. Not his Lucy. He dropped to the floor beside her, tearing open his wrist as he did so. He lifted her head and pressed the wound against her mouth, begging her silently to drink. To not leave him alone in this world.

Quiet laughter caught his attention and he glanced up through the tears that flooded his eyes. Some asshole he’d never seen smirked down at them. “Assumed she was a bloodsucker, too,” the stranger said with a shrug. “Oops.”

Damon launched himself at the man responsible for ending his world. He dodged and jumped on Damon’s back, jabbing a needle into his neck. Fuck. Vervain. No. Not now. He threw himself backward and shoved the man into the wall. Pictures broke and fell to the floor with a crash.

Damon’s eyes darted over to Lucy as he struggled to free himself from her killer’s hold. Please, just let her breathe. Blink. Anything, he pleaded with a universe that wasn’t listening. That had quit listening to him a century and a half ago. Another needle, another shot of vervain and Damon fell to the floor, weak and desperate. His gaze never left his girl.

“Damn, you’re strong,” the asshole said as more walked into the house. “Check that one.”

Another man bent down to check Lucy’s pulse. “She’s gone.”

His breath stuttered in pain. He didn’t know what they wanted but they might as well kill him. Lucy was gone. There was no reason for him to live. The last thing he saw before the world went dark was Jules the bitch walk in with a shotgun on her shoulder.

When Damon came to, he was chained to a chair with some sort of collar around his neck. Lucy lay on the floor in front of him, her eyes still open and empty. Even in her death they disturbed her, used her to torment him. He turned his head away from the sight only to come face to face with her killer.

“Morning, sunshine.”

“I’m going to make sure you piss yourself before you die,” Damon responded. “I’ll give you the freedom of death after you beg for it.” Destroying those that hurt his girl was his only reason to live at the moment. Once he’d repaid them he could move on, but not until then.

The wolf jerked the chains he was holding and the collar around Damon’s neck shifted, driving the wooden shards embedded in the collar into his neck. He grunted in pain.

“I hear you have the moonstone, Damon,” Jules said as she walked into the room.

The moonstone? That’s why Lucy had been killed? For a rock they didn’t even have? “Do what you want to me. I’m not telling you shit. And I’ll laugh when someone rips your heart out just like I did to Mason.”

The blonde bitch gave a tight smile. “This time it will be you that loses their heart.” With a nod of her head, the asshole pulled on the chains for the collar again. “Of course, then there’s buckshot,” she said showing him her gun. “It scatters throughout the body. Maximum damage. Where’s the moonstone?”

“Fuck you.”

“You looking for this?” a voice said. Jules spun and Damon’s gaze shifted to the doorway to find Elijah leaning against it. He stepped into the room, moonstone in hand, and placed it on the table. “Go ahead. Take it.”

One of the wolves charged and Elijah ripped his heart out, dropping it to the floor. Two more tried and met the same fate. Jules ran off and the only one that remained was the one holding Damon’s chains. Elijah approached slowly. “What about you, sweetheart? Wanna take a shot?”

The wolf whimpered and coward, trying to hide in his jacket. “Please.”

Damon cleared his throat. “He killed Lucy.”

Elijah’s head jerked to the side and followed Damon’s gaze to Lucy’s body. His jaw tightened as he turned back to his prey. “Where’s the girl? I’m certain this was her doing.”

“I don’t know,” Damon answered.

“Doesn’t matter,” Elijah said. He drove his hand into the wolf’s abdomen and jerked it out. He glanced at what was in his hand. “Pretty sure that’s a kidney. You only need one of those. Should I try for the spleen next?”

The man whimpered and the acrid aroma of piss filled the air. Elijah glanced down at the mess with a raised brow. “How unsanitary.” He pulled back and punched the wolf, breaking his neck. Fitting.

Elijah grabbed the chains holding Damon to the chair and snapped them. He knelt beside Lucy and closed her eyes. “How long ago did she die?” he asked, his voice tight.

“I can’t be sure. I passed out. An hour. Maybe more.” He shoved the chains off and tore the collar from his neck. What difference did it make? She was gone. “You have a necromancer on speed dial?”

“Not exactly.” Elijah glanced at his watch then picked Lucy up and laid her on the couch.

Damon leaned forward, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes as he tried to process that his love was dead. His chest ached and he found it hard to breathe.

“Given the amount of blood I fed her this morning, I suspect she will be waking shortly,” Elijah said as he sat at her feet.

Damon jerked his head up. “What?” He needed to her the elder vampire say it again. Needed to be certain he wasn’t hallucinating before he got his hopes up.

“I added it to the cup when I refilled her coffee. I intended to speak with you about doing the same until she made up her mind to turn though it is now a moot point.”

He leaned back in his chair in stunned disbelief.

“Now we just wait for her to awaken.”

Lucy woke suddenly and sat up with a gasp, her hand flying to her neck. It didn’t hurt. Why didn’t it hurt? She should be dead. And if she wasn’t dead, she should at least be hurting.

She was pulled against a hard chest and hands threaded into her hair to hold her close. “I thought I told you to stop getting hurt. You were gone and I was ready to follow. You can’t leave me, Lucy. I won’t survive it.” Damon’s voice flowed through her, relaxing her.

She snuggled against him. “What happened?”

“That bitch Jules showed up looking for the moonstone. One of them snapped your neck.”

“I remember that vividly. How am I still alive?”

“That would be my doing,” Elijah said and Lucy pulled back to look at him.

“I don’t understand. Did you heal me?”

He pursed his lips and looked between her and the vampire holding her in his arms. “You’re in transition, Lucy.”

Surprise shot through her. “What?”

Damon pushed her hair behind her ear. “Elijah slipped blood into your coffee this morning.”

Her gaze darted back to Elijah. “I should be furious with you for taking the choice away from me.”

He shrugged. “I have taken nothing from you. It is your choice whether you complete the transition or not.”

She narrowed her eyes. After a moment her lips twitched into a smile and she shook her head. “You’re lying. If I don’t drink willingly, you’ll pour it down my throat.”

Damon’s brows arched in surprise and he looked between the two of them before settling on his girlfriend. “Would he really?”

“You bet your ass he would,” she said with a chuckle. “Thank you, Elijah. While I’m not sure I’m ready to be a vampire, I am 100% certain I’m not ready to die.”

The corner of Elijah’s mouth curled into a smile. “I am going to make a suggestion to the two of you. It is up to you whether you take the advice or not. Your emotions will be heightened, little one, and though I don’t think it will take you long, you will need to learn control. Go away for a few days, take Stefan and the lovely Caroline with you. I will take care of things here.”

Damon ran a hand down her arm. “That’s actually not a bad idea. What do you say, beautiful?”

“Stay in Mystic Falls or get the hell out for a few days? Hmm, tough call. When are we leaving?”

[hemlocksandfoxgloves]

Okay, I know I haven't updated in awhile, but I couldn't stop thinking about Theo so I thought I'd try to finish this chapter.

So here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of "I Hear You're Looking For An Anchor"

Also I would really love some feedback. Is it too boring? Too ooc? I think I use too many proper nouns. Should I just stop writing this and work on something else?

Anyway, here's some more human!Theo and Liam being dumb in denial.

"Face of a Killer: LIAM"

“So, they’re burying the bodies. Do you know who’s doing it?” Mason asks as they leave history class. Liam could tell he’d been itching for information since last night. The whole thing feels so surreal. He was worried something big was coming.

Liam shakes his head as they walk down the hall together. “No, Scott’s figuring it out,” he sighs. “He told me not to worry about it.”

“Then don’t. Look, why don’t you come out to Sinema with me tonight?”

“Do you really think a movie night is a good idea right now?” Liam looks at him, conventually concerned, as he dodges out of the way of the rowdy hallway. “What if- what if Scott needs me?”

“Not a movie, a club. It’s the club.” Mason looks at him, holding his hands up excitedly. “It’ll be fun. Hot girls. Hot guys…” Mason trails off as Liam tilts his head and his face takes up one of curiosity. It was like when your ears tingle because somebody was talking about you. Except somebody was actually talking about him. “Liam?”

He shushes Mason as he hears Theo ask Scott, “What’s his deal?” in a faraway voice.

Following the sound, Liam peeks his head around the corner behind a row of lockers. He holds his arm back when Mason tries to look, too. He sees Scott and Theo outside the Biology lab, which was an unusual sight, considering. Why would Theo be talking to Scott? Still trying to get under his good graces, probably. Liam couldn’t help it, he was curious.

“What do you mean?”

Theo sighs, scratching the back of his head. “Do you think I might have a shot with him?”

A shot with whom? Liam? He flinches as Scott lets out a surprising laugh. “Oh! I mean, I don’t know, maybe.”

Theo’s eyes flicker to Liam’s and a cocky smirk covers his face. “You sure about that?” Liam glares at him menacingly. 

“You should ask him,” Scott says before leaving.

Liam and Theo’s eyes don’t leave each other’s. Not even when Theo walks past him, still with that half-assed grin and Liam glaring at him like he could pretend to hate him. His eyes soften as they follow his every move until he disappears at the end of the hall. He had to be messing with Liam, right? When Liam turns his head to look at Mason, he’s met with a suspicious grin.

An uncalled for suspicious grin. Liam wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just looking! Just looking could mean a lot of things, though. Especially in front of Mason’s eyes.

“What?” he asks innocently.

“Mhm, what was that?”

“What was what?” Liam shrugs. There was no avoiding this around Mason, though. He saw the glances between them, if that’s what you want to call it. Liam tried to convey his hatred through his eyes, but felt like he was failing big time. Of course, Mason had to see right through the façade.

“The smiles and the eyes and…” Liam’s eyes widen for a moment before he turns tail the other direction. “You like him!” he hears Mason exclaim behind him.

“Who? Theo?” Liam laughs. “Don’t you think that’s a little crazy?” he asks as they stop at his locker. He dials the lock, “I mean sure, he’s hot but…” Liam stops, staring at the lock in his hand.

But what? He saved Lydia’s life last night. He drove him home, not that he wanted him to. Is there any reason at all that says Liam shouldn’t like Theo? Maybe he wasn’t as bad as Stiles says after all. After last night, he felt like he finally got a glimpse of who Theo really was. He needs to give him some credit. At least he was trying. If Theo is so evil, like Stiles thinks he is, why would he go through all this trouble?

“And you like him!”

Liam sighs, shaking his head and pulling the lock open. “Doesn’t matter. Stiles says he’s bad news and I should stay away.” He places his history book in the back of his locker.

Mason chortles, “Since when do you listen to Stiles?” Liam would’ve replied, something along the lines that Stiles could shove it and he could do whatever he wanted. He grins instead as he sees Stiles standing behind Mason. Based on Liam’s reaction, he knew exactly what had Liam averting his eyes behind him. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?” Liam chuckles, nodding, and Mason whips around. “Hey man, we were just—”

Stiles isn’t interested, though. He was looking down in the dumps, actually. He looked like he didn’t sleep a wink last night. He pats Mason aside. “Yeah, that’s great Mason. Liam, I need to talk to you.”

After giving each other a look, Mason leaves and Liam shuts his locker door, turning to Stiles. He was concerned about his state and knew it must’ve had to do with Lydia. Everyone knew how he felt about her.

“Hey, how’s Lydia doing?” he questions.

“I don’t know. Last I heard, she was still in surgery. I’m going to go see her this afternoon, though.” Liam nods. “Have you talked to Theo?” Stiles’ voice takes an accusatory turn, making Liam frown.

“Not since he drove me home last night. Why? Did something happen?”

“Actually, yeah. A big something— Wait, you let the enemy drive you home? He knows where you live? Liam, what exactly did he say to you?”

Liam shrugs his hands into his pockets. “Not much.” He raises his eyes, his voice cracking. “He was nice.”

Stiles’ eyebrows reach his hairline as he exclaims, “No, no! Listen to me, Theo is not nice. I was right not to trust him.”

Liam glowers at him. “He saved Lydia’s life last night. Don’t you think it’s time we give him the benefit of the doubt? He’s not the bad guy here.”

“Liam, don’t get me wrong. I am eternally grateful that Lydia is alive, more than anyone. That doesn’t excuse what he did, though.”

Liam sighs, “What did he do?”

“I was going through his medical records and—”

“Stiles, you can’t do that!”

“Well, it’s a good thing that I did because you’ll never believe what I found.”

Liam’s eyes close for a moment as the blaring school bell surrounds them. Ultimately, saving him from this conversation. “I don’t care what you found. It was Theo who saved Lydia. Just… try to have a heart and give him a chance.”

Walking past him, Liam hears Stiles mutter, uselessly, “That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

Whatever Stiles found, he didn’t care anymore. Stiles can be his own problem. He was done listening to him. He was just searching for answers that weren’t there. Was it so hard to think that Theo was just trying to get through high school like the rest of them?

Liam was passing the library when he heard a distinct heartbeat. It was odd, not like anyone else’s he heard. He couldn’t detect a rhythm or pattern to it. It just was; always at a rushed pace. He planned on using his free period to practice lacrosse, but this seemed more beneficial.

Following the sound of his heartbeat, he finds Theo at the very back of the library. He was in a secluded spot where nobody could see him, hunched over textbooks and notebooks around him. Liam hid partially from view behind a large bookcase. He could see Theo’s furrowed brows pulled together in concentration. His gelled hair was in a disarray. He definitely looked like he needed a break.

Theo didn’t notice him until he’s dropped his bookbag onto the table with a small thunk. He’s startled for a moment before he realizes who it was that disturbed him. For the barest moment, Liam thought Theo looked scared, but it was quickly smoothed into his residential smirk that he always saved for Liam. He wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. It felt fake and impersonal. He wanted to see Theo’s real smile.

Liam sits down in the chair across from him and Theo caps his pen, leaning back in his seat.

“You’re not worried about being seen with me? What would Stiles think?” Liam looks around their vacant little corner pointedly. Theo chuckles, “Point taken. So, have you made your decision?”

Liam was in the middle of pulling his school work out of his bag and pauses when Theo asks this.

“About what?”

Theo dips his head. “Whether you like me?”

Liam scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. Just because he was sitting with him didn’t mean anything. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you,” he says, taking his history notes out.

“Oh, I don’t think luck has anything to do with it,” Theo smiles at him smugly.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“And why’s that?”

Liam grits his teeth. “I have more important things to worry about than whether I’m caught sitting with Theo Raeken.”

Theo frowns, playing with the pen in between his fingers. Liam watches his long fingers twist this way and that. “Stiles still doesn’t trust me?”

Liam’s eyes jump to Theo’s and he replies timidly, “I don’t think so.” 

He’d think after saving Lydia from bleeding out on the police station’s floor, Stiles’d be a bit more lenient. He gets Stiles has problems with what happened with the Nogitsune. He has a hard time trusting people, especially ones who get too close to the pack. Like Theo has been trying to do.

Theo leans forward on his elbows. Liam gives him a disgruntled look as he comes closer. “Do you trust me?” Theo asks.

Liam doesn’t know how to react to this. He wasn’t expecting Theo to ask him that. He wants to trust Theo. He could show Stiles how trustworthy Theo really was. Can Liam trust him, though?

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

“Then what’s yours?”

“I think…” Liam looks at Theo, then. Looking into his eyes, he saw something. Something that made him want to trust him. Theo wasn’t the monster here. “I think, what you did for Lydia was very brave and Stiles should be thankful.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“She will be.”

Next scene will be Liam and Theo at Sinema :)

[artdcnaldson]

PLS WRITE MORE DRABBLES/ONE SHOTS OF DODGE MASON 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 I NEED IT

I find it so hard to write for him idk why. I can’t seem to solidify how I want to characterize him 😭

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

What happened to the recess class in paintball game, did they get out or something?

*The Recess Class are minding their own business in the waiting area when the Akuma Class and Science Kids return*

Gia: Hey, guys! How’d it go?

Denise: *Takes off their mask* I kinda wish we were timing that.

Jean: Still, one of our best. So, are you guys ready?

Akuma Class: …

Adrien: For what?!

Sabrina: Is it too late to run?

Victoria: You wusses got nothing to worry about. The winning class gets to face us in the next round.

Austin A: And now that you pansies are out, we all get to go fucking feral without hurting your precious little heads.

Marinette: Excuse me?!

Nino: That wasn’t them going feral?!

Mireille: Nah, did you see those guns? Come on!

Simon: And my usual paint grenades are more, uh… Ah, what’s the word?… More war-like.

Marc: Hey, but since you guys lost, you can watch our match and see the slight differences when we go against M. Grotke’s students.

Austin T: Yeah, and it’s ttally fun and safe. And you know? I feel it brings all of us close together.

*Later*

Austin T: *Lets out a battle cry* YOUR ASS IS MINE, JEAN! * Shoots at Jean, who ducks and rolls into a river and starts throwing paint grenades*

Gia: BEHIND THE SHIELD! NOW! *Austin T gets behind her shield as multiple lavender explosions go off*

Lacey: *Putting Mason in a headlock and holding a gun to him* DROP THE GUN!

Spinelli: STAY! FUCKING! COOL!

Marc: *Pointing his gun at Gerard trying to climb over the fence* GET OFF THE FENCE! GET OFF THE DAMN FENCE!

Gerard: IF I DIE, YOU’RE COMING WITH ME! *Shoots at Marc with a small paintball gun, but he narrowly dodges each one*

Zoé: DIE, GERARD *Throws a bolo at Gerard’s ankles so he trips and falls hard on the floor*

*The Akuma Class sit in the waiting room and watch the viewing screen with horrified expressions*

Alix: Why are they using weapons?!

Ivan: Apparently, they’re permitted when they play!

Nino: We go to school with animals!

*Ismael mercilessly shoots Austin Q in the forehead… Then shoots him in the back and legs*

Sabrina: Good Lord.

*Denise who has their ankle caught in a rope trap, shoots at the rope and tucks and rolls onto the ground. Hearing a twig snap, they shoot Rochelle down*

Juleka: You have to admire their skill, though.

*Some time later, the game finally ends close to the evening as a draw due to Marc and DJ as the last two players shooting each other at the same time*

Spinelli: Hey, guys, no hard feelings, right?

Aurore: Oh, you just wait when we kick your asses next time.

Spinelli: *Laughs* As if!

Max: How can you all be so calm after that?! What you just went through was a… A grueling, I wouldn’t even call it a sport. It… Why?!

Austin B: We all find that sports requiring strategic and quick thinking, camouflage skills, and the threat of danger help sharpen our skills w for in case of Akuma attacks.

Marinette: Oh. I guess that-

Reshma: Yeah, and it’s a great way to get out all the rage we feel towards you lot.

Akuma Class: …

Marinette: One more time?

Austin A: Yeah, you guys cause so many Akumas, we can’t keep track. And we’re the ones running and hiding for our lives because some of you just love pissing people off.

Victoria: And you guys get re-akumatized, which is always fun, because I do so enjoy turning into a singing servant for a perfume-spraying princess and getting shot by an arrow that makes me hate my friends.

Mindy: So… Yeah, paintball and dodgeball are sort of stress relievers for us. We admit, it’s not perfect and sone of us end up in the hospital, but it’s better than yelling at you guys and getting you akumatized again.

Alya: Th-that is so-

Rochelle: Valid? We’re aware. Now, we’re gonna get milkshakes. Nath, you coming?

Nathaniel: Yep.

Alix: Wait! You’re going with them?! Why?!

Nathaniel: Where was I during Zombizou?

Akuma Class: …

Nathaniel: That’s why. *Follows the Science Kids and Recess Class out of the paintball arena*

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 34: Roll Call

The Knight's roars are cut short as their head is cut clean from their shoulders. The other two Knights stare daggers as Pietro stands over their fallen broodkin with a straightsword in his hand. One Knight roars and charges in with their mace. Pietro is quick to dodge, the mace shattering the earth beneath it. The second Knight fires several fans of burning flechettes from their Splinter. Pietro expertly dodges and weaves through the oncoming barrage as he dashes right up to them.

Pietro: Amateur.

The Knight doesn't even have time to react before both their arms are sliced clean off. A flash of silver pierces through the Knight's head, the light fading from its eyes as it drops to the ground. The first Knight charges in, violently swinging their mace at Pietro. But try as they might, they can't seem to land a single solid hit on the Frenchman, whereas he is able to land thrust after thrust on the Knight with pinpoint accuracy. One single parry sends the mace flying out of the Knight's hand.

Pietro: Don't take it personally, amigo. You were just in my way.

In an instant, several silver flashes streak across the Knight's body. He dusts the bits of chitin off his suit as the final Knight falls to pieces. A moment of calm passes before he hears some footsteps coming from behind him. He swivels on his heel, sword at the ready.

Y. Sniper: GAH, friendlies! Friendlies!

Pietro carefully analyzes the YLW Sniper along with Tari, Belle, and Whisk. They had just come in after following the trail of dead Hive to his position.

Pietro: Identify yourself, bushman.

Y. Sniper: Rufus Mason. From Yard Logistics Workers. We were hired by Mr. Potman to clear out the infestation.

Pietro: I see.......

He slowly lowers his blade and turns his attention to the girls.

Pietro: And you three must be the adventurers Potman had mentioned.

Tari: Yes sir. My name is Tari, and these are my friends Belle and Whisk.

Pietro: Pietro Sterling, at your service.

Belle: Let me guess. You're doing pest control for Potman too?

Pietro: While I am assisting with the extermination wherever I can, I have my own reasons for coming here.

Whisk: So, you're here looking for treasure I presume?

Pietro: You could say that. The Mercenary life is all about the thrill of seeking that next big score. Isn't that right, Rufus?

Rufus: I mean, so long as it offers a nice challenge that gets you out of the house and across the world, then yeah. All with free healthcare and dental, mind you.

Pietro: Yes.......Anyways.......

He takes a moment as he analyzes Tari's robotic arm.

Pietro: ............What brings YOU here?

Elsewhere, Mario and Meggy are making g their way through the ever deepening depths of darkness.

Meggy: Holy Carp this place goes on forever. BOB? BOOPKINS? IF YOU CAN HERE US, SAY SOMETHING.

Mario: Mama Mia, this place is darker than Ben's sense of humor.

That's when they some odd sounds coming from a nearby tunnel. Peeking out, they see what remains of RED Team and YLW Team after their encounter on the bridge. The RED Pyro gives them a warm welcome via a warning shot from her flare carbine.

Mario: Hey, what was that for?!

R. Pyro: (You should know better than to sneak up on someone with a loaded gun.)

Mario: .............. Why is she speaking in Charlie Brown?

Meggy gives him a quick bop on the head.

Meggy: Sorry about that. He's...... not the brightest.

Seeing that the two aren't dangerous (if not a little rude), the RED Pyro sighs as she holsters her carbine. She turns over to her team, who are still working on trying to get across the ravine in their way. The Scouts get across easily enough with their double-jumps, while the RED Soldier tries Rocket Jumping. He does survive the initial blast and goes flying, but twists his ankle on the landing and falls screaming into the abyss. The Medics are....... awfully calm about this development.

R. Medic: You'd think he'd carry a parachute.

Y. Medic: Instead he settled for the para-BOOT.

The two medics share a laugh while the RED Sniper and YLW Demoman hatch a different kind of plan. The YLW Demoman lays a few sticky bombs and the RED Sniper lays his backshield on top of them at an angle. The plan is for those two to use the blast to launch them both over the ravine. Once they're both seated, the demo finishes his fifth bottle of scotch before pulling out a detonator.

R. Sniper: Watch and learn, boys! This is gonna be a real peace of cake!

Y. Demoman: Welcome, to the *BURP* train station. Let's kill a wizard.

With a push of a button, the payload detonates with enough force to send the two flying across the ravine......... before the Sniper crashes into a pillar and the Demoman ends up half buried in the ground. How either of them are still alive is honestly a miracle, but Mario seems unimpressed.

Mario: This is taking too long! Let's do this Mario style.

Mario rummages through his pockets before pulling out a Mega Mushroom and........ a random Koopa Troopa. Not the weirdest things he's pulled out of his pockets.

Koopa Troopa: WHERE AM I?! WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE IS MY FAMILY?!

His cries are silenced as Mario force feeds him the Mega Mushroom, causing the Koopa to grow to an immense size. As the growing continues, Mario tosses the Koopa over the ledge and his shell gets stuck between the two ledges. His immense shell has now become a bridge for everyone to cross.

Mario: Tadaaaaaaa!

R. Medic: Good work, camarade!

Y. Heavy: Little man is credit to team!

The other mercs cheer as they cross the "bridge." Meggy just looks on bemused while the RED Pyro is still processing what in the fresh hell she just saw.

R. Pyro: (Does he do shit like this on the regular.)

Meggy: Yeah. You get used to it. Name's Meggy, by the way.

They shake hands.

R. Pyro: (Garnet.)

Elsewhere, we see Boopkins and Soldine meet up with Bob and GRN Team doing some Excavation. The GRN Demowoman flicks a switch, detonating a plastic explosive that helps soften up the limestone mass in their way. The GRN Heavy gets to grinding out a path with his drill. Upon seeing Bob, Boopkins immediately rushes over and gives him a big hug.

Boopkins: Bob! Oh, I'm so glad to see you!

Bob: Boopkins? Where the hell have you been?

Boopkins: I tried to keep up, but you were too fast and I got lost.

Bob: Oh yeah........ Sorry about that. But hey! I got first pickings on the loot.

Boopkins: Oooooh, can I see?

Bob shows Boopkins the dufflebag full of miscellaneous trinkets while Soldine walks over to a handful of BLU mercs. The BLU Sniper keeps her head low as the BLU Medic tends to her. The BLU Soldier gives a salute to Soldine as he scans the area.

B. Soldier: Captain Edward Marston, reporting for duty sir.

Soldine: Where is the rest of your team?

Edward: Right here, sir.

He hands Soldine a chain lined with various trinkets. Among them were six class badges, all caked in blood.

Soldine: I see........ My condolences.

Edward: They fought hard and were damn good at it. Maybe even the best.

Soldine turns his attention to the GRN Medic.

Soldine: Doctor Tödliche Heilung, I presume.

The Medic turns to face the mechanized soldier. His face mask releases a hiss of steam as he adjusts his glasses.

Tödliche: That would be me.

Soldine turns his gaze to the bottle held in the doctor's clawed hand. A black liquid swirls within the glass, it's red sheen gleaming like eyes within the abyss.

Soldine: That substance........ what is it?

Tödliche: This, my friend, is Kuva. I harvested this sample from the "Denizens" I've encountered down here.

Soldine: Kuva......... I've heard the stories.

Tödliche: Yes. The Old Blood of the Orokin Empire. Some say it's the key to eternal life that cures all wounds. Others say it's a poison that corrupts the mind, body, and soul.

Soldine: What do you believe?

Even beneath his mask, you could see the slightest smirk.

Tödliche: I believe it's a matter of perspective.

Back with Tari's group, another Knight falls before Pietro's blade. He wipes the black ichor off his blade as the group turns their attention to a new discovery. Before them stood an ancient gate of ornate steel recessed into a frame of pallid marble and opalescent glass.

Rufus: Mother of Madcaps........

Tari: These have to be the ruins the SMGs located.

Pietro: SMGs?

Tari: More friends of ours.

Whisk: Wait a minute......... is THAT why your arm is glowing?

And glowing it was. Tari steps forward and places the hand on the door. The glow spread across the edges of the interlaced plates. Untold ages of dust fall as the plates begin to shift. Several openings form and merge until the gate has completely recessed into the arching frame. Before them laid a single bridge leading deeper into the earth, the path alight with a vivid azure hue. Tari turns to the others as they gather to look inside.

Tari: Just when you think you've hit the bottom........

[havenmoon1369]

Getting Her Back- Chapter 3

Drew wakes up in the woods near the mansion, he's been bandaged up and he has a backpack full of tools, a cell phone, and a note. The note reads "The phone cannot dial out but I can call you. You will wait for instructions, then you will get into the mansion. We will be watching you, you do one thing out of line and your daughter is dead". Drew sighed in despair, he'll do anything to keep her safe. He started going through the backpack to see what kind of tools he had been given. In the bag included lockpicks, screwdriver, hammer, a map of where the goods are, a duffle bag for the goods, and cutting tools for the artwork. He was also given a mask, gloves, and a switchblade knife to cover his identity and for protection. He was putting on the disguise when the cell phone rang, he picked it up "yeah?" "Alright Drew, it's simple, use the tools you were given to get into the house and get the stuff. The men watching you will cut the camera feeds in exactly 10 minutes at 3:00, you will have 15 minutes to grab everything that you can, and get out of there. When you leave, go to the left and follow the road, a van will pick you up, and bring you to our location." Barclay said in a commanding voice. "What about my daughter, is she alright?" Drew asked with a saddened voice, "You'll know soon enough Drew" Barclay said ending the phone call. Drew took a deep breath, trying to cry with worry over his daughter but no one knew as he walked to the mansion he was formulating his own plan of revenge and save himself and his daughter from the hell they were put into.

Drew arrives at the mansion, two minutes until the camera feeds are cut. He stares at the mansion, having flashbacks to the night he was here with Charlie and Mason. He watches the time until it hits 3:00 and then he bolts for the door wasting no time breaking it down with one kick and runs to the room marked on the map. He's careful however, having the flashback to when Charlie was shot, he sneaks around the corner, nobody is there thankfully. He starts pulling out the lockpicks from his bag to start getting the jewelry out, he surprised at himself that he remembers how to do it, having been so long. He checks his watch and it reads 3:05, only a limited time left. He gets into most of the vaults but realizes he needs to get the artwork as well, so he abandons the vaults and starts cutting out the artwork. When he's down to the last piece, he checks his watch again 3:12, "Not much time left" he thinks to himself but carefully cuts the last bit of artwork out and rolls it up and puts in the duffle bag. He starts sprinting for the front door, he checks his watch on the way out 3:14, he only has a minute to be out of sight. He chooses to dodge into the woods for cover and runs as fast as he can away from the mansion, following the road he's supposed to meet the van on. Once the mansion is out of sight, he gets on the road and follows it until the van pulls up, two masked men open the side door and yell at Drew to get in and he complies. He gives the men the tool bag and the duffle bag, they tie his hands behind his back and start driving to the location without even looking in either bag, not knowing Drew had stashed the switchblade in his pants and that his plan of revenge was starting.

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