#does this count as wip wednesday?

[pfhwrittes]

have some chunks of the brain soup that are either brilliant or dreadful, i haven't decided.

(blanket warning because a fair few of these were intended to be heading in a smutty direction)

various pairings, various thoughts in varying levels of completion. i'm setting them free so i don't have to think about them again.

content warnings: owner!kyle garrick (puppy play), submissive!johnny mactavish (chastity devices and anal play), streetwalker!reader/lawyer!nikolai au.

kyle garrick x female!reader - sex tape

kyle when he beams at you is devastatingly handsome, doubly so when his eyes light up with excitement.

“are you sure?” his hands still, no longer easing the strap of your bra over the curve of your shoulder.

you nod and he leans forward to catch your lips in a gentle kiss before dropping back so he can watch your expression with those beautiful brown eyes of his.

“babe we don’t have to, i know i’ve said it’s something i want -“ you lean forward and place a brief kiss on his cheek to interrupt him.

“no, i do want to. i do. just…” you trail off and kyle rubs reassuring circles into your skin to encourage you to finish your thought. “… maybe not right now?” you cringe a little at how unsure you sound.

“of course babe. just let me know when you’re ready, yeah?”

kyle kisses you again, lips soft and teasing, and you relax into his touch.

kyle garrick x transmasc!reader - pup play

“good boy, you’re such a good boy.” kyle coos as his boyfriend whines gently. “oh i know, you’re such a good puppy for me, aren’t you?” 

kyle rubs a slick thumb over his pup’s cock. “such a sensitive boy, aren’t you?” 

“look at you, sitting so pretty for me. good boy.”

submissive!john mactavish x reader

johnny whines a high pitched and broken sound as you nudge the plug in his arse, fumbling slightly as your thumb slips on the excess of lube. you soothe him gently, stroking his thigh with a quiet shushing noise to remind him to be good for you. 

you lean back to drink in the sight of johnny laying on his back on the sheets of your shared bed. johnny’s arm is thrown desperately over his face, the other hand fisted in the sheets at his hip. 

“how’re you feeling handsome?”

streetwalker!reader x lawyer!nikolai (ft. police!141)

so streetwalker!reader gets dragged in to the police during a bust on prostitution/solicitation and they're doing what you should always do with the police - shut the fuck up and wait for your counsel to arrive.

gaz tries charming them, goes the "friendly faced rookie" route. price tries the "father figure because he assumes all sex workers have daddy issues" route. ghost does the "we're throwing the book at you, confess your crimes scumbag" route. and soap isn't present because he's undercover and the 141 don't want to play their hand that it was soap who grassed.

nik swishes in, rings upon rings on his fingers, niiiiice expensive suit, slicked back hair and his accent. he's the reader's counsel. gets 'em outta there quicker than you can say police brutality.

[cygnus-art]

breaking out of my art block by doing art tutorials i find cool :0

I'll be following along to this art tutorial on my Twitch!

[rochenn]

Last Line Challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like).

Thank you @purple-ant for the tag <3

For writing: Here's another snippet from Gone with the Light, this time a little glimpse of Cody talking to Rex over the comms :D

“Actually, there’s one thing. I think General Skywalker scraped up your boss from somewhere.”

Cody closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. “You think?” he asked as calmly as he could.

“Inferred it from context in his last status call. What, aren’t you happy?”

“Oh, of course, old boy. Always happy to hear about my CO being scraped from places,” Cody ground out at Rex’s teasing tone. The feeling that the General had more than a little to do with this farce intensified. “Anything else?”

For art: Merman Cody!! because I didn't take enough advantage of mermay last year </3

no pressure tags: @stagbeetleboy @prahacat @kote-wan @phi-guy @catboydogma @charmwasjess @razzbberry this game has been making mad rounds lately so sorry if you guys got tagged too many times xoxo (consider it a boop)

[gilgamish]

WIP Whenever

tagged by none other than @dirty-bosmer and @tallmatcha -- thank you friends <3

tagging in return: @kookaburra1701 and @saltymaplesyrup >:)

--

From Kaidan:

"The farm happened. It was a small estate outside Leyawiin, we were raiding it for supplies but everyone just got out of control."

[apomaro-mellow]

I literally just wrote this and it's still WIP Wednesday so enjoy. From my mafia a/b/o au

“You bring every guy you fuck here?”

“Only the pretty ones”, Eddie grinned.

Steve let out a sound that could only be described as a soft growl and he felt a shiver go through him. He’d never heard an omega do anything but purr or chirp, maybe the occasional hiss. Then Steve grabbed him by the back of the head and kept him from moving away. The message was clear now as it had been back at the club when that random person started putting the moves on Eddie.

He belonged to Steve now.

[oathkeeperoxas]

okay team. which wip should I work on tomorrow (for finish your fucking fanfic friday) (okay some of these are not getting finished in one day but progress can be made) (I'll write a sentence per vote for everything that gets a vote)

[butchdiaz]

literally kicking my feet giggling while editing this one

[alloru]

what do you think of a possible new profile picture?

I've had the current one for over a year now, so I figured it getting a makeover could spice it up a little! it doesn't really reflect my art style at the moment, since I've improved so much from when I originally made it!

I made this one mainly because I wanted to get some shading done before inktober hits, since I probably won't be able to do any for a whole month! might keep or remove the feathers, I dunno yet :p

I've heard (and experienced) that some people don't recognize their mutuals after pfp changes, so I wanted to ask for your opinion first! what do you think? :D

[asharaks]

uh UMMM ‘ a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand ‘ .. dealer’ s choice go wild !!

MWAH ty julek!! did tiawyll....my beautiful angels who I haven't written for in a while gee I hope I remember how !!

They're brooding again.

Perhaps that isn't the right word for what they do (head-down-shoulders-hunched, a dog over the carcass of their own entwined hands) but it's the one he chooses. Praying feels wrong (too pious) and meditating is wrong (too serene): perhaps begging for scraps would be the answer, but the thought is unkind.

His knee brushes theirs. Kindness: a luxury, in these parts. Wyll finds himself reaching for it (reaching for them) all the same, and the warmth of their skin against his is startling to them both.

Their eyes snap open (he doesn't flinch) as he insinuates his fingers with theirs, drags his thumb over a jagged edge of scar tissue he finds there.

“Tiavyn,” he says (soft, like always: gentle with the name that tugs at his throat and squirms, fishbait-thrash) and their eyes are pitch and tar, a fire waiting to happen. He pulls at their hand, more insistent when they resist. Inertia or reluctance, he decides: he won't let them keep this from him. “Come and have something to eat.”

Their fingers clench, spasm; they're going to refuse.

He isn't going to let them.

They open their mouth (I'm not hungry) and Wyll squeezes their clawed fingers in his and pulls their hand to his lips, breathes into the veins below the skin (soft and blue, petal-delicate under their nightorchid pallour) and closes his eyes.

This is not for Mizora: if denying her means denying himself, he will sacrifice watching their face as he presses his lips to their hand. Courtly, just a touch, as he was taught. And then, as no one ever taught him: turn over their hand (thrilling in the way they allow it) and kiss their palm, feel them shudder. Their curled knuckles, where the bruises bloom. Their exhale is shaky.

When he opens his eyes, their stare is hungry.

[jtl-fics]

amazing race au pleaseeeeee (i live for andreil being chaotic trailblazers)

"It's a Detour!" Phil Keoghan's voice cuts in over the visuals. "Teams must pick one of two Detour options. First is Iron Stomach where the team must work together to first prepare a traditional Kalua pig." Phil Keoghan says over the image of an earthen oven with Kiawe wood, and hot lava rocks, a pig having some of the white hot volcanic rock put inside, the fire being covered by banana stumps, and then the pig being placed on top of those banana stumps before being covered by banana leaf, having some water sprayed onto it and then a sheet placed over it all before it was buried in the dirt. "Next they will head to a different earthen oven to uncover a pig that has been roasting in the traditional way and take it over to the chefs who will then shred the Kalua Pork. Teams will then have to clean their entire plate before they are given their clue." Phil explains the challenge.

"The other option is Iron Man." Phil Keoghan continues as the camera cuts to crystal clear water, 7 bicycles, and finally a beautiful running track. "The 1st Iron Man event was held in 1978 in Honolulu Hawaii before it moved here to the Big Island in 1981. We won't be asking contestants to swim 2.4 miles, bike 122 miles, and then run a 26.2 mile marathon but we will be asking one member from each team that chooses this to swim at least half a mile, bike for 2 miles and run for 1." Phil Keoghan explains. "Their partner will be driven to the finish line where they will need to wait for their partner to finish to receive their clue."

"Contestants can start on the Iron Man Challenge immediately as the start of the swimming portion is right behind me while contestants who choose Iron Stomach will need to make their way to the cooking location 3 miles from the clue box." Phil finishes as the camera cuts to Neil and Andrew.

Neil's eyes widen, "Andrew, can-"

"Give me your bag." Andrew sighs as Neil smiles brightly before handing him his bag and then his shirt before running straight into the water. "He acts like he hasn't run once this entire race." Andrew sighs as he climbs onto the golf cart. "You should hurry, he might beat us there." he says sinking back into the seat as he pulled out dry clothes from Neil's bag.

[espithewarlock]

In the latest iteration of 'Espi has no idea what day of the week it is', there is a teaser below the cut of my recently finished oneshot BUT I have a dilemma....

Do I a) give into my complete lack of sanity and post another long-ish (13k) oneshot now or b) wait until after after everyone is inundated with all of the excellent upcoming 1016 Week content to post it?

Anyways, I look forward to your feedback. Enjoy this teaser of Ferrari!Pierre x OnlyFans!Charles!

ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

At one point, he did see Charles at the back of the room and his heart skipped a beat. Pierre tried not to stare, but it was difficult as his eyes kept drifting to the one person he did want to meet.

He saw Charles duck outside to stand on the terrace that overlooked the track. There wasn’t any racing to watch on-track today so it was pretty empty, and it was the perfect opportunity to have a moment of privacy.

Pierre made his excuses and also slipped outside to approach Charles. He was standing at the railing, head tilted upwards as he looked out at the track. 

It was incredibly satisfying to see Charles wearing his Liked by Pierre Gasly t-shirt and it gave him a conversational opening. 

“I like your shirt,” Pierre called out once he was a few steps away. He saw Charles turn around in surprise, which quickly changed to recognition and amusement.

“What a coincidence,” Charles said, his usual confidence giving him a flirty edge, “I also like your shirt.” He pointed to himself with a coy smile, which caused Pierre to start laughing.

He felt comfortable enough to approach, covering the last couple of steps quickly to stand in front of him.

“It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you,” Charles continued, “I’m Charles. I’m sure you hear this all the time, but I’ve been a fan ever since you joined the grid and I was thrilled when you got the seat at Ferrari.”

Charles stuck out his hand for a handshake, which Pierre easily grabbed. Instead of shaking it, though, he twisted Charles’ wrist and brought the hand up to his mouth so he could kiss the back of it.

“The pleasure is all mine, princess,” Pierre murmured.

Instantly, Charles’ eyes widened in surprise, then got very dark and intense with sheer, unreserved want. “Calamar?” he breathed the question, disbelief and hope mixed all together.

“The one and only,” Pierre confirmed with a nod as he released Charles’ hand, “this is me, saying hello as promised.”

“Oh, fuck me,” Charles whispered, mostly to himself but it still made Pierre grin.

It was rather fun to have caught the usually confident Charles so off-guard. Pierre could see the wheels turning in his head as Charles connected Pierre Gasly, Ferrari Formula One Driver with Calamar10, one of his most generous subscribers.

“That option is on the table, if you’re interested,” Pierre raised an eyebrow, amused, and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out another pass and held it up for Charles’ inspection.

“This will get you into Ferrari hospitality,” Pierre explained, “if you want to, you can wait for me in my driver’s room on Sunday, after the race. No strings, no expectations, no obligations.”

Pierre took a step forward, crowding into Charles’ personal space but making sure that he wasn’t touching anywhere. He heard Charles suck in a breath and leaned in to whisper into his ear.

“I remember you saying there was a certain Ferrari you’d like to take for a ride, princess,” Pierre suggested, slipping the pass into Charles’ hand, “if you want, I can make that happen.”

[darcydarlingdabbles]

WIP Wednesday

//I don't know how to tumblr anymore. But! I am working on the one shot of the Deepest Desires - Astarion Drabble //

Final will be smutty but sweet

The kisses grew more urgent as Astarion pressed Tav back against the wood-paneled wall, keeping her hands captured in one of his and using his thigh to part hers. Easy as could be, like they were dancing together again. Tav took his lead, her leg hooked around his waist before he had to reach for her. Their bodies were brought flush together--letting her feel the hard press of his arousal. "It would be a shame," Tav murmured against the vampire's lips. "Not to make use of the bed, don't you think? I know how much you do enjoy fine linens." Astarion laughed, the sound decadent yet playful. "My darling, the only thing more appealing than being wrapped up in silk, is being wrapped up in you."

[inafieldofdaisies]

WIP Wednesday | Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton

This week we're circling back to the main WIP through a snippet featuring Cal, Sabrina and her defense of John. *oof* Leslie needs a hug too, for real.

"Drop the weapon and turn around, I won't ask twice." This voice… Sabrina complied, crouching down slowly, one hand discarding her weapon on the ground while the other used the opportunity to pull out her throwing knife out of its holster. "Now turn around.", the gun poked her between her shoulder blades again, and she willed her heart to slow down, refused to let panic overtake her with her life on the line. She stood back up and spun around, in one swift move the blade was at the neck of the man holding her at gunpoint, giving her a leverage after being snuck on. "Technically, you did ask twice, you mo-", the words died in her mouth the second her eyes registered who standing in front of her. "Gray?", Calahan muttered in disbelief as he reached out, removing her cap, "It's you. You… WHAT THE HELL?" "Kid.", Sabrina withdrew her hand, shock washing over her at the realization how close she had been to injuring him and before she could react he had her enveloped in a hug, "You're okay. Thank fuck." Hartley held her at an arm length, eyes full of concern as he examined her all over to confirm his words. "I'm fine, Cal. Seriously.", she let out a relieved laugh as she sheathed her knife and bent back down to pick up her gun, "I should be the one asking if you're okay, I almost stabbed you in your carotid." "Not gonna lie, that was kind of hot.", the remark was followed by one of his usual winks.

Low whimpers behind her paired with paws scratching against metal snapped her back to reality, erasing the smile off her face, "We have to get Boomer out." One carefully aimed shot was all it took for the lock to give way, and Boomer wasted no time, rushing at her and almost knocking her to the ground the second she raised up the door of the cage. "Hey, Boom.", Sabrina crouched down and stroked him on the head, "At least you made it… for once, not everything was in vain." "I can't believe you're here. That you're actually okay. Fuck.", the way his voice shook took her aback, and she couldn't help but send a worried look over her shoulder, finding him staring at her like she would vanish if he lets her out of his sight. Eyes ran over his his denim jacket that had seen better days with a couple of faded crimson stains seeped into the light material, making her hope none the blood was his. A sniper rifle was strapped to his back, his weapon of choice he had used to take out all the Peggies around them shortly before her arrival and save her the trouble of having to face John's men. Now freed, Boomer had quieted down, standing close to her and watching the younger Deputy in anticipation, tail wagging slightly. "Who's a good boy?", he bent down, taking his turn to greet Boomer, then he turned to Sabrina, "Let's go inside, I have so many questions and so much to catch you up on." She winced, "I doubt you'd like anything I would tell you…" Calahan was the first to cross into Rae-Rae's home, his features twisting into a deep frown at the bullet holes marring the walls and doors, and the way the Peggies had wasted no time rummaging through the woman's belongings, strewing anything they hadn't deemed of use to the Project all over the place.

"Ryan?", Sabrina hollered, rushing to search each room, checking underneath the beds and any hiding spot big enough to conceal Rae-Rae's boy. Cal shook his head, "I don't think he's in here, Gray. Haven't see anyone aside from the Peggies and you. When I got to my spot, Rae-Rae was already dead." "Fuck." "Yeah, things are bad, but now that you're here, there's hope. You were always the voice of reason, keeping me in check…", he furrowed his brows, "I thought John Seed had caught you, Gray, that it's just me from all us not in the Seeds' clutches." Sabrina took a seat on the couch, while Boomer rested his head against her knee, the heartbroken look in his dark eyes making her wonder if he was aware of his beloved owner's fate. Her chest felt heavy and she dreaded having to break the news to Calahan as he paced around the living room, almost wearing a trail in Rae-Rae's carpet. "Cal, I-" "I kept hoping you'd meet up with me that goddamned morning, so many times I looked back, telling myself I would see you emerge from the shadows", his voice choked up, and he blinked rapidly before taking a deep breath, "I thought I lost you, Gray. First I feared you haven't managed to get away, then everyone kept telling me you probably died to a trigger happy Peggie… But I knew better, I felt it."

"Calahan.", Sabrina stopped him, "I didn't escape. Not really… I made it out of the helicopter, managed to crawl away with my head spinning like crazy, then John was there, looming over me with this victorious smirk like he'd finally brought a game to an end…" Something about the way she had said his name, caused Hartley to pause his pacing, "That bastard." "I tried to shoot him, Cal, but only ended up passing out at his feet." "So it was you on that road with him. I received intel about a sighting of you, with John Seed. I couldn't wrap my head around it… why you'd be there." She nodded, "I woke up in an empty cell at his bunker, kid. Ended up being escorted to a torture room-" Calahan's eyes shone with fury, "Did he lay a hand on you? First Hudson, now you, I swear, I'm doing my own version of a Cleansing the moment I see him." "Joey? What's happened to her?" He remained silent, heading for Rae-Rae's TV and turning it on as he said, "It might be better to see it with your own eyes. He's taking matters beyond what you call 'tasteless advertisement', Gray." John's face appeared on the screen, his piercing blue gaze making her shiver through the recording the same way it did in person anytime he would aim it her way. But this was another side of John, before her was the man that was the face of the Project, his act carefully crafted to lure you in, fool into false pretense of security and acceptance. Staring at him was like going for a swim in a the calmest of waters, submerging fully only to encounter the shark that was lurking beneath the surface all along. She used to naively joke about his billboards, about how bizarre his old broadcasts were. All that now felt like it was thousand years away, belonging in a simpler times.

"Even the Father knows deeply of sin. It's a poison,", the outfit he wore was the same one he had on as she sat in his horror movie worthy room, his plane jacket that she had seen in his office bearing a familiar dark stain, her blood. Somewhere along the way before their confrontation where she had figured out his identity, he had taken his time to film a new broadcast, even more chilling than any of his previous ones. He spoke of the "Power of Yes" in the same matter-of-fact, cheery tone he used in his address that was blasting outside the house. Then Joey appeared on screen and Sabrina choked back a sob at her state: the duct tape stuck on her mouth, mascara covered cheeks, fresh injuries that didn't seem to be from the crash alone. "No.", her eyes brimmed with tears like Hudson's, pain shooting through her heart as she faced the ugliness of reality. "He's been playing this on a loop all over the region. Calls me daily, taunting me about Hudson, my impending 'Cleansing' and how I'd be joining her soon so he can save my soul.", Cal muttered, fidgeting with his zippo lighter. Sabrina knew the clicks of it brought him comfort, helped him to keep his anger in check anytime it would reach a dangerous point. "I'm so sorry." "I watched that damned broadcast so many times, looking for you, hoping I've missed you in the crowd, praying I didn't because of what it would mean. I suspected he must have you after the way he stared at you in Joseph's church." "Stared at me how?", she asked in confusion, her time at the Compound feeling like a blur, as if covered in a fine layer of mist she couldn't quite push through. "Like you were his next meal.", Hartley gritted out.

"Cal." "What happened, Gray? Because I'm so lost and I need you to tell me Mary May ain't right to worry you've turned or have been playing us all along, working for Joseph." "You think we're safe in here? There's a lot to cover, kid." "As safe as we'd be in Holland Valley while John Seed is still breathing." "I just need you to remain calm and listen, okay? Promise me you will." Calahan rubbed at the stubble covering his jaw, "I will do my best. Can't promise my fist won't go through any walls, I'm barely holding it together here." As if sensing her unease, Boomer raised his head to glance at her, offering her silent support, "One of his men tied me to a chair, there was a table full of tools, hinting torture was next on the menu. I grabbed a knife, cut myself free, but the damned door was locked, Cal." Sabrina shivered as she recalled the long wait until John had finally shown up, how she had imagined any possible outcome and never making it to her sister. "I waited what felt like hours until John appeared, I was planning on killing him, I truly did. He stood between me escaping that bunker and getting back to Savannah." Calahan's eyes shifted to hers in panic, making Sabrina add, "She's okay, kid." "Thank God. I avoided your cabin, knowing the trouble it would bring to her and Ms. Darcy. Why isn't he dead, Gray?"

She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for Hartley to look at her like she's lost it after her next words. The truth sets you free, right? It certainly had with John… she was freer than most people in the Valley, it seemed. Or safer at least. "I've been having visions since I can remember, Cal. Glimpses… of the future, oftentimes I wouldn't be able to even place them or they'd be useless as seeing someone have a stupid, mundane conversation. This is the part where you tell me it's impossible? That I'm certified.", she let out a humorless laugh. Calahan shook his head as he finally sat down next to her, "You saw something at the church, didn't you? It why you hesistated to arrest the fucker. You were so damn pale." "I got a vision of the crash, how they were taking away the others. I tried to help, but-" "We didn't listen. Fuck. I'm so sorry, Gray." "I'm used to it by now. It's more surprising when people believe me.", she gave him a sad smile, "So anyway, John comes in, starts talking about how much he knows about me, how I'd confess all my secrets to him. Turns out telling him he won't be getting shit from me is the wrong thing to say, he lost it and got all up in my face, and all I could picture was slashing his throat, leaving him to bleed out. But then I saw his tattoos…" Hartley had grown restless the more she spoke, flicking his lighter open and closed at an alarming rate, the sound echoing as her words died down. Sabrina reached out, stopping the haunted movement, palm covering his hand.

"Throughout the years, I've seen a lot of things, there was something that remained a constant, a man, I could never quite see his face, Cal, but his tattoos are practically embedded in my mind by now." "No way. Those ugly ass scribbles he has going on?" Sabrina nodded, "It was his tattoos I was seeing all this time and it stopped me, made me doubt if I'd succeed at killing him, if it won't make things worse for me." Calahan had a strange look on his face, "Why?" "Because none of the visions involving him had taken place yet, which meant he would live." "This is… Jesus.", he shoved his free hand in his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lit one quickly, taking a deep pull before muttering, "Forgive me, Rae-Rae." "I know. He asked me what I've seen at the church, suspecting something had happened. I came up with a plan… to use his curiosity, his hubris to my advantage. I needed to 'confess'." "Gray, that shit means nothing, those damned broadcasts about confessing your sins, confessing doesn't get you-" "Not my 'sins', kid, but about my ability, that I could be of use to him. I couldn't try to be a hero, I had to get back to my sister alive. And it worked… eventually he brought me to his office, and we made a deal for him to bring me to Savannah in exchange of knowledge." "You joined them?", Calahan's voice was cold, distant. "I didn't join anything. I offered him my notebooks where I kept notes of my past visions, he could have them all for all I cared. He met Savannah and I-I managed to convince him to not bring us back to that hellhole. She's at his ranch right now, I sneaked out because I saw a vision of Rae-Rae, hoped I'd be able to warn her.", tears were threatening to escape, to spill out like her words had, "But I was too late."

"This is insane. A deal?", he pushed off the couch, returning to pacing, concern mixing with his anger as he swiveled to face her, "How can you trust him? He fucking had you tied to a chair!" Sabrina bit her lip, "I know how it sounds, trust me. But it's the only choice I had and still have." "We can get her, Gray. Right fucking now. Have Savannah in Fall's End before John knows what hit him." "And then hide or constantly be on the run with him pissed off because I've broken our deal and fled?" His blue eyes darkened as he took another drag of his cigarette, "I told you I'd kill him, now feels like the perfect time. Bet it would be hard for him seek revenge when he's dead." The thought of the man she had looked for all these years getting killed by another that had become like family to her threatened to split her heart in two, "He's just one head of the snake, Joseph is the one pulling all the strings." The edge to his words chilled her to the bone, "I will see how old Joe likes it when I personally deliver his brother's corpse at his church's doors, no hiding behind a warrant or upholding the peace this time around. I'm torching the whole place to the ground, like they did with the Sheriff's. What I should have done long time ago, really." Something darker, haunting, filled with regret lurked behind his last remark. "No."

Sabrina got up too, trying to keep panic out of her voice, knowing it won't do her any good in her attempt to make him see reason, to stop him from rushing headfirst into his own demise and taking someone she cared for down with him. "You can't kill him." His laugh was void of any humor, "Can't? Or you don't want me to? Because take one look outside and what Joseph turned us all into - killers." "We can use him, make him see.", she steeled her gaze, "He's not too far gone." Or at least she hoped it was true, holding onto every moment they had shared that told her as much. "The guy that ties people to chairs in his bunker and carves sins into them ain't too far gone?", Calahan seemed less than convinced as he searched for something he could put his cigarette out on, finally dropping it into a half-empty cup of coffee. The same one Rae-Rae probably hadn't gotten the chance to finish when John's men had stormed her property, set on seeing their mission through. Carving? What the fuck are you doing, John? She avoided asking what he meant by it, sensing a landmine in hiding. "He's not-" "He's not what?", there was a disbelief in his tone when he cut her off. "I know it makes no difference, but he's not tying people up himself." "Great, so he's entitled on top of being a violent psycho. Must be all that money… fucking attorneys."

"Cal.", Sabrina pinched the bridge of her nose, watching him open and close Rae-Rae's cabinets on another hunt for God knew what, "Can you please just sit down, you're making me jittery as hell." "There you are.", he exlaimed as he pulled out a liquor bottle out of one of the cupboards, downing a drink before pouring himself another and walking back to the couch with the glass clutched in his hand like a lifeline, "Don't look at me like that. It ain't early for a drink now. And even if it was… I'd say the circumstances excuse it." "I'm not-,", she shook her head, "I'm worried about you, kid. Have you eaten-" Calahan walked over and pulled her into his embrace with his free hand, the scent of smoke wrapping around her like his arm did, "You're something else, you now that? You're basically a hostage and worrying about me eating." He pulled back, offering her a small smile, "Back to the 'John can be redeemed' argument now that I've gotten my dose of liquor courage. And look, I haven't even punched anything yet." She lowered herself back onto the couch, gaze focuse on Rae-Rae's backyard through one of the living room windows when Hartley took his previous seat next to her. "He hasn't 'carved' anything into me." A groan ripped free from his chest, "Yet." "There's a different side to him, one I'm willing to fight for." "You mean different than that?", Calahan pointed at the now muted TV playing John's broadcast on a neverending loop. "Yeah."

"In what way?", curiosity shone in his blue eyes. "He helped me make breakfast. He was worried about me when I got hurt and kept us out of that bunker." Hartley whistled, making Boomer's ears perk up as he remained curled up by the couch, "Romantic. Leslie can also make breakfast, you know? And better yet, he's not part of a cult." Sabrina blinked at the sudden mention of her ex-partner, the squeak of the front door as it swung open, making both of them jump from their sitting position and point their guns at whoever had decided to try sneaking up on them. "Cal, you in here?" It was as if time stood still where she stared at the man that filled up the entryway of Rae-Rae's house. Where she told herself what she was witnessing was impossible. Then one simple word sprung her into action. "Rina?" Sabrina was rounding the couch the second her nickname rolled off his lips, and Leslie set off towards her too, meeting her halfway. An arm snaked around her waist, the other holding a shotgun while her hands clutched at his leather jacket. "What are you doing here?", the question was met with his laughter, and she couldn't help but blink back another wave of tears that wanted to escape. "What do you think?", she pulled out of his embrace, her eyes meeting his, "I came to see you."

A fake cough sounded behind them, "Just reminding you two I'm here in case a make-out session ensues…" Sabrina spun on her heel, "Why didn't you tell me, kid?" "You found her.", Leslie chimed in at the same time. "Sure, I will take the credit.", Calahan raised his glass and took a generous sip, "Now, sit down, chief. Gray was in the middle of telling me all about John Seed's 'sweet side'." Parish complied, perching himself on one of the armrests of the couch while she stared at the two of them, shock coursing through her system. "John? Sweet?", he frowned as he patted the empty space next to him, and Sabrina shuffled over reluctantly, "Why were you two talking about that fucker?" Calahan left his glass at the coffee table that was moved away from her usual spot by the couch and lit up another cigarette, "Well, well, well, fuck me, if things ain't about to get interesting. The next couple of minutes consisted of her catching Leslie up on the attempted escape, her short stay at the bunker and finally coming clean about her visions. "So this is how you knew Kim will be having a baby girl?", Parish asked as he accepted the drink Hartley had poured for him, "Why didn't you tell me, Rina?" "I was afraid…", she muttered slowly, gaze glued to the intricate pattern on the carpet below her feet, "that you would look at me differently or worse, not believe me at all."

His hand came to rest on top of hers, "You know me better than that." "I do." "And John… is the 'mystery man'? You two haven't met before you moved here." She nodded and offered him a sad smile. "You're certain it's him?" "I am." Leslie rubbed at his lip, a telltale sign he was deep in thought, whispering a quiet, "Fuck." Calahan was sitting down on the floor a few feet away from them, cross legged, stroking Boomer's head as the canine snuggled against his knee, "Speaking of Johnny… how are your breakfast making skills, chief?" Sabrina's eyes widened, "Don't start." A wicked grin was pointed her way, hinting at his intentions, "Can't do. Tell me, Gray, have you noticed perhaps that Leslie here looks like a certain someone?" It was Leslie's turn to send him a look of warning, "Cal. I do not." "He practically can be John's double, unfortunate fate considering the current state of the County." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Les looks nothing like John." The words won a grateful smile from Parish, "Thank you, Rina." "Tell that to all the folks I had to stop from killing him,", Calahan paused, "you're welcome by the way." Her face twisted in concern, "People have been threatening you?" "It's fine. Nothing I can't handle." "Wouldn't call it fine.", Calahan argued, "But my point is… you have a perfect John candidate, Sabrina, sitting right next to you."

Parish finally brought the glass he'd been holding up to his lips, "We're not going there." "Absolutely not going there.", Sabrina repeated for good measure. "You sure?", Hartley cocked his head to the side, "He's also taller than good old Johnny, has a voice that doesn't grate my ears, especially when he says 'Deputy'." She rolled her eyes, "I happen to like his voice, thank you very much." The moment the words left her mouth, she wanted to slap a hand over it, especially with how his lips twisted into a devilish smirk, "You sure about that? Check back with me when it turns out he chants 'Yes' over and over when he comes…", his voice pitched in an attempt to mimic John's, something she wished to unhear, "'Yes, Deputy. I'm so close. YES. YES. YES.'" By then Leslie's glass was empty, and she was tempted to pour herself a drink as well, "Cal." "What? You two think he doesn't? I'd go as far as to bet on it. Bastard sure loves the word." "I really don't want to visualize my best friend in bed with another man." Sabrina hitched her thumb towards him, "Exactly." Calahan chuckled darkly, "Though luck, chief. Your best friend has been seeing it for years." "Calahan!" "Look at me,", he pointed at his eyes, "and tell me you haven't, not once, seen a vision of Johnny in a compromising position. The noisy part of me wants to know, you know… but then when I think more about it, I feel like puking."

"I haven't.", she retorted quickly, cheeks heating up at the lie. "Liar." "Drop it, Calahan." "The more you deny it, the less I believe it's all innocent, Gray. How R-rated did it get, though?" All he got as reply was silence. "Fucking ew. That bad?", his first covered his mouth, before he muttered to himself, "Johnny must have some hidden moves." "Calahan." Leslie cleared his throat, running a hand over his face in exasperation, "Can we change the subject?" "Sure.", Calahan said with a nonchalant shrug, "I can just circle to it later. Now that I have you here, Leslie, maybe you could get it through her skull that she can't be staying with him at his ranch. Deal of protection and spicy visions be damned." "Where have you been staying, kid?", Sabrina uttered out. He scrunched his nose, "Mary May's couch, turns out my cabin has an cult infestation problem, thankfully Zorro held the fort until I arrived. Haven't slept that well with people getting snatched and killed left and right…" "Exactly. I can't risk Savannah's life. You know how they say, 'Better the devil I know, that the one I don't'? John's that. A safer alternative than the unknown." "How safe of an option is he really, Rina?"

Calahan chimed in, pulling out his lighter again, watching the small flame dancing before he extinguished it, "I just can't imagine you and Savannah under the same roof with that bastard." "He's actually different around her. It's kind of scary how easy he switches roles. From this,", she gestured to the TV, "to a man that carries me to bed because he refuses to let me sleep outside. 'Can't let a bear eat me.', he said." "Have you though even for a second he might be playing you. Trying to lure you in, so you join the fucking cult." "I won't. And I don't think he is…" Hartley rolled his eyes, sending a pleading look towards Leslie who remained awfully quiet, "For fuck's sake. Help me over here, Parish." "He hasn't told Joseph about me, Calahan. He's keeping it a secret, keeping my visions a secret." "Or he's lying, and they're both laughing at how trusting you are." "No." "How can you be sure?", he scoffed, "The bastard is a master manipulator, a sleazy lawyer that stole half the County's land for the goddamned Project and had Whitehorse shaking in his boots, and you… are next on his to-do list. Literally too, I guess." "That was something Joseph put him up to. Me… if he really knew about my visions, I'd be dead by now. Even John couldn't deny it." "Good old Joseph, oh, how he'd lose his mind if he learns 'God' has been showing visions of his brother fornicating to someone else, he'd probably die from the shock before I have the chance to kill him.", he narrowed his eyes, a look of disgust passing over his features again. "Can you please stop talking about me and him in that way?" Leslie spoke up for the first time in forever, "Dito."

"Sorry, Gray. But I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact you like the guy… with his weird fashion sense, questionable siblings and, I don't know, the giant knock-off of the Hollywood sign he had them Peggies built for him." "You're forgetting the billboards." "Thanks, chief. Billboard, broadcasts,", Calahan blew the flame of his lighter, watching it come to life again, "posters of his face all around his bunker, I'm being told by trusted sources. That true?" "Yeah. I saw a couple." His eyes lit up all of sudden, "Oakley bet me $50 a while back that he has a sex room in the ranch." "Are you for real?" "As serious as me promising I'd be setting his 'YES' sign on fire and taking selfies underneath it, perfect lighting and all that. So, does he?" "As far as I know… no?" "Not a definitive answer then?" Leslie got up without a word and walked out into the backyard, the two watching him as sat onto the picnic table there with his back to them. Calahan released a laugh, "I think he had enough of me." "You think?" "Now it's just us…", he lowered his voice, "Those visions… was Johnny that good, promise I won't tell a soul?" "Focus." "Yes or no?"

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WIP Wednesday

gosh, feels like it's been ages since i've done one of these

still trucking away at MK Bingo, still brainstorming for Dieter, still working on some other things. f i n a l l y started on the next chapter of PPP and we're a long way from finishing but we are making progress babey!!

from Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps chapter 5 (Something's Gotta Give):

Maybe years from now, society adopts stricter rules for how soon you should call on a lady. Even today, some would advise against showing your hand too early. Some men wouldn’t want to seem too eager, too desperate. But Jake Lockley is not a liar. If “desperate” is the word for the incessant drumming in his chest each time you come to mind; if it’s what has him cutting corners and driving recklessly, ushering customers along at double the pace so his thoughts can return to you; if it’s why his palms sweat and nerves ache at the memory of your face that night, that morning… then Jake Lockley is desperate. It’s hardly been a day and a half since he left your apartment cold and injured. The suit stitched him back together in seconds; the only ache that remained was at the thought of you. You, who scooped him off the pavement and took pity on him. Who stained your hands with his blood to make it stop. You, who set his skin on fire with the smallest touch and had him convinced he would burn with or without it. Screw the three day rule. He has to see you.

...needless to say, i'm excited.

[wastelandhell]

i confess i may have misled you i am not actually all that normal about that old man

[ladyinthebluebox]

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