#how would they have even met if Alex was a worm

[neon-danger]

I like that I write Jack as the emotionally mature one

[waves-against-a-cliff]

The brain worms are wiggling at the speed of sound rn- I think Farah and Alex would absolutely destroy you. This came straight from my pussy.

Content Warnings - threesome, fingering, orgasm denial, bondage, squirting, breast play, pussy slapping (like two times)

In a sexual way obviously but also in a spar which you might as well count as foreplay.

Bucking your hips up and throwing your head back against the sheets of hotel bed you are currently tied to as a magic wand continues to torture your clit. Your sweat slicked skin glistens in the lamp light of the room as you pant and moan, eyes squeezed shut from the pure overwhelming sensation. You feel like you've been like this for hours. The sweet duo you met in the bar have been traded out for demons and when you peak your eyes open you see a blonde head of hair between your legs.

You try to pull back but can't and your thighs twitch as your cunt clenches on nothing. You should've cum by now but it's like the woman had a sixth sense for it because every time you even get close the stimulation is pulled away or changed. You have tears running down your cheeks and let out a ragged moan as the man's tongue, Alex you vaguely recall, pushes into your drooling cunt. He lets out a groan when he feels you clench around the wet muscle.

You let out a loud whine when the bronze skinned woman, Farah you think, pulls the magic wand away from your clit. "Please." You beg. "Please please." Alex's big hand pushes down on your hips to keep them from bucking away. A choked sob tears its way from your throat when Farah's palm makes stinging contact with your twitching clit.

Farah clicks her tongue in disapproval and wipes away the tears rolling down your face. It's a pointless effort, more tears just replace them. "Come on pretty thing, you can handle it." You whine but don't disagree as she looks down at you with those brown eyes that had drawn you in back at the bar. "Alex." Alex responds with a hum that makes your hips jerk from the stimulation. "Come here." Alex lifts his face from between your legs. His well groomed mustache soaked with your slick as he looks to Farah.

You try to clench your thighs together as Farah brings him into a kiss. No doubt tasting you on his tongue, she hums into the kiss and pulls away. "I want a proper taste." That is your only warning before she settles herself between where Alex had been. They trade spots, Alex standing over you tweaking your already sore and reddened nipples as Farah licks and slurps up your slick. Her nose catches onto your clit as she messily eats your cunt with all the savagery of a starved woman.

Her tongue dances between dipping into your pulsing hole and lapping at your clit as Alex leans over and sucks one of your overly sensitive nipples into his mouth. You keen at the feeling of his hot mouth engulfing your perked bud. His other hand squeezes at your other breast.

"P-please." You beg, "I-I can't." The knot in your stomach is wound so tight you don't know how much longer you can stand it. They've brought you to the peak so many times but haven't pushed you over and it's on purpose. Mind numbing pleasure over and over again until it hurts.

"You can't handle it anymore?" Farah asks, her voice teasingly cruel as she pulls her head from between your thighs. Alex doesn't bother to respond to your pleas. He just switches breasts. You feel two fingers prod at the entrance of your pussy and a breathy moan leaves your lips as they circle. "Come on, ask nicely and I'll give it to you." Farah coos but the words are heavy on your tongue.

You're sure your brain has leaked out of your ears and onto the pillows cradling your head. Your wrists burn from the ropes and each suck from Alex makes you stumble over any attempt to speak. Farah brings her hand down on your clit again and that finally makes you speak. "God please Farah. Please make me cum, please please please." Farah smiles and it's predatory. Not that smile she had given you at the bar just a few hours ago when she had locked eyes on you after you bought them a drink.

She pushes in both of her fingers, your cheeks warm as a loud squelch emanates from your soaked cunt. Alex chuckles against your breast and your back arches as Farah begins to move her fingers at a brutal pace. You already know you're not gonna last, the pleasure is painful. It burns you from the inside out and it's delicious. You cry out and moan, unable to keep yourself quiet as more tears roll down your cheeks. You moan Farah's name and squeal when Alex finally stops torturing your breasts and instead gathers up the slick leaking out from between Farah's fingers on his own finger pads. Your thighs are shaking and tensing up in a way that foretells a cramp.

Alex places his fingers on your clit and begins to rub in tight circles. That's all it takes, your entire vision goes white as your full body jerks against the feeling and liquid gushes out of you. Your mouth hangs open and you gasp like the wind just got knocked out of you. Your thighs twitch and shake as the aftershocks roll through you. Your head hits the back of the pillow as Alex and Farah undo the ropes around your wrists and ankles. Alex presses delicate kisses to your wrists and Farah massages the red lines around your ankles.

But when you try to curl up Farah stops you. "You didn't think we were done did you?"

[fairytsuk1]

i NEED to hug alex so bad i know that boy gives life changing cuddles

cuddling with alex ...

[morning]

it's way too early for your alarm, something you muse after a song blares right into your sanctuary of warmth and alex and soft sheets. you can barely see the snooze button, but you slam your thumb down and shut your eyes to eagerly try to savor the last few minutes of slumber. alex shifts, and you feel a bit of guilt in your chest as you know it definitely disturbed him, too.

"so early," he barely can breathe out, eyes still shut as he battles for consciousness, "too early."

"i forgot to turn it off, 'm sorry," you whisper to fluttering eyelashes.

he doesn't reply and at first you wonder how it's possible to look so cute in one's sleep. he catches you. an eye opens and then closes before he pulls you even closer to him.

your hearts are touching. chest to chest. can he hear yours beating? as though your bodies were meant for each other, little air pockets and gaps flit out of existence until you are both molded against each other. if your skin could fuse, you're sure it'd be this beautiful mix of brown, and it'd smell like vanilla with a hint of spice.

the two of you are one.

"stop thinking and sleep, already."

"don't tell me what to do," you chide.

he doesn't have the energy to do it now, oh, but he'll chide you. he makes this fact known with a squeeze to your ass that makes you giggle. the squeeze turns to soft strokes, to barely there touches, to soft snores, and then peaceful nothingness.

[afternoon]

it's after his stream that alex seeks you out like a moth to a flame. he peeks his head into every room before finding you lounging in the front room. you're too occupied with your phone to notice his feline mannerisms emerging as he prepares to pounce.

"oof, i didn't see you coming!"

"i know, i'm sneaky like that. what are you up to, what's going on?"

alex eagerly worms his way into your space. he's absolutely unashamed to wrap his arms around your waist and take a deep inhale of your sweet, sweet perfume. you respond between peppered kisses before probing about his own stream.

he's a bit muted. closed up. he doesn't want to talk about it, he'd rather sigh into your skin and squeeze you tighter, "quiero relajarte con ti."

"bueno, lo que quieras," you sink a bit further into the couch.

you show him memes on your phone and funny tweets, and alex makes funny voices and kisses your beauty marks. it's light. with every breath you take, you're on cloud fucking nine.

[post-coital]

it's rare you get to have him like this. so many emotions, feelings, and stressors run through his caramel skin and into his veins. he can be so quiet. pensive.

other times, like this, he's all mush in your arms. he lets his hair sit sweaty against his forehead; his skin glistens and stretches as he pulls out of you. your bodies had connected in a rhythm that was rich and succulent.

alex loved having you pliant under his fingers, moans making your ribs heave from pleasure as his hips met yours over, and over, and over.

"felt so good, 'lex," you curl further into him, pulling him closer as if he'll leave. "feeling so sleepy. so... satisfied."

he doesn't respond at first. alex only looks at your form, utterly vulnerable and laid bare for him. it could take eons, and he could never get enough of you.

both of you caress each other, knowing with any wrong movement, the heartache would be so intense you'd have no other option but to crumble from it.

thankfully for both of you, there was a love embedded in every stroke of skin, every kiss, and every cuddle.

[olicitymckono]

TOGETHER

Best friends are always there for each other. Yes they will fight and not always agree on everything but if one of them is hurting, it’s the best friends job to help in an way they can. Charles Leclerc and Yn D’Marco were two such friends. They had met in Kindergarten when a young boy had pushed her off the swings. Charles had pushed the boy back and helped her up and since that day they had been inseparable. The Leclerc family had become her second family especially since her mom had disappeared when she was 2. Maria D’Marco had not been built for motherhood as she said and had decided she wanted to see the world with her hippie boyfriend Tommy. Her father Alistair was a wonderful man who loved life and especially his daughter. Having no siblings, she had quickly been adopted by Lorenzo and Arthur as their little sister. Yn had been there through all the trials and tribulations, the death of Jules and Hervé. His highs and lows and even his girlfriends. Yn was unfortunately the typical girl best friend having realised her feelings for him when he had started dating Giada. But thankfully she was not the type of girl to mope around and pine for him. It also helped that for the most part she got along great with his girlfriends. Except his latest girlfriend Alexandra. For some reason Alex had an attitude with the blonde and hated whenever Charles would spend time with his friend going so far as to worm her way into their plans and even manipulating him into cancelling them. One such occasion was about to occur. Yn’s 26th birthday was approaching and since it fell in the 3 week break between races the Leclerc boys and Yn had organised a week long trip/birthday celebration in Las Vegas. It was something Yn had been looking forward to for months. With her ever growing photography business and his races they hadn’t gotten to see each other in months and Facetiming wasn’t the same. She missed her friend terribly and so had he.

Two weeks before the trip Alex was laying on the bed watching Charles get ready for some event. She didn’t want to join him so her friends were coming over. She saw his phone ping indicating a message and she rolled her eyes seeing her name. Yn had not done anything to her other than being his friend and she was jealous of the girl because Alexandra believed he had feelings for the girl. When Charles headed into the bathroom, she grabbed his phone. “Hey Charlie. Good luck tonight. I know how much you hate these things. 😊 But Las Vegas is almost here.”

“Not if I can help it,” she thought. That night while Charles was gone she and her friends began planning to keep the two friends apart. By the time he had gotten back, she had talked or more so guilted him into a romantic getaway for the two of them to Bali. And the temptress had even made him forget about how he was going to lie to Yn.

 

“Hey Charlie,” Yn smiled as she answered the phone. “You started packing yet?”

“Hey Ynn,” he sighed. “About that.”

“Everything ok?”

“I won’t be able to make it this year.”

“What?”

“The team hasn’t done particularly well so far and they want to work over the break to improve if we stand a chance at the championship. I’m sorry Cherie. But I’ll make it up to you.”

“I understand. Sucks though.”

“I know. Believe me I would rather be spending time with you but I need to do this.” He lied to spare her feelings but he seemed to forget that he was famous and sooner or later she would find out the truth.

Three days into the trip Yn was sitting at the hotel pool, laughing at something stupid Arthur had done. Carla was sitting next to her on Instagram when she turned to Yn. “Hey, I thought Charles was working?”

Yn turned and shrugged, “That’s what he said. Why?”

“So why’s he in Bali?”

“Huh?” Carla passed her the phone. Alexandra had posted pictures of the couple enjoying the white blue beaches of Bali capturing them “Bali vaca with my ❤️.” Had Charles really lied to her? “Maybe I misunderstood.” But she knew she hadn’t. For the first time in their friendship he had lied to her.

The vacation and her birthday suddenly felt different. The others could see she was trying hard not to let Charles’ lie spoil it and so they tried to make it unforgettable.

Charles knew something was off when he face timed her for her birthday. “Happy Birthday Cherie.”

“Thanks Charlie,” she forced a smile. “How’s the training?

“Boring as hell. Wish I was there with you.” She simply nodded. “Maman can’t wait for you to get back and neither can I. I’m going to make it up to you.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to.”

“I want to Cherie. We haven’t missed each others birthday since we were 3.”

“We’ve never lied to each other either,” she mumbled soft enough that he didn’t hear.

“Are you okay Yn?” he asked concerned.

“I’m fine. Think I’m just tired from all the sun. I’m going to go lie down for a while before dinner. Thank you for calling Charlie.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Ill call you later ok?”

“Sure, goodbye Cherie.”

Even though she hadn’t said anything Lorenzo had decided not to let his brother get a pass. While the others were around the table he decided to give his little brother a call and excused himself. “Hey man, how’s Vegas?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Lorenzo skipped the pleasantries. As much as he loved his brother he loved Yn too, she was a little sister to him.

“Excuse me?”

“Why did you lie? You’re not in Maranello.”

Charles scoffed, “Where else would I be?”

“Bali.”

Charles’ face paled. “What?”

“We saw the pictures. Alex posted.”

Charles closed his eyes and sighed feeling guilty and realised that was why she had been so off. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not the one you should be apologising to.”

“I’ll make it up to her.”

“You better. Since when do you lie?”

“Enzo, I just didn’t want a fight. I know Yn and Alex aren’t that close.”

“I wonder why,” Lorenzo replied sarcastically.

“And what is that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly how it sounds. Since when has a girl every made you lie not only to your best friend but your brothers too?”

“Lorenzo, I’m really sorry. I fucked up, I know.”

“You’re going to have to fix it.”

“I will.”

 

When the group returned from America, Charles was waiting for them and no Alex in sight. As frustrated and hurt as she was with him, Yn was happy to see Charles. The first person he reached for was her and he pulled her tightly into his arms. “Cherie, I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“You, me, my apartment tonight. We’re having a movie night.”

“I thought you’re leaving for Spa tomorrow?” she asked.

He shook his head, “I postponed my flight till Wednesday. That way we can spend time together. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Charlie.”

Unfortunately things were only going to get worse.

Arriving at Charles’ apartment that night Yn was surprised to see Alexandra there. He saw her deflate slightly trying her best to be polite as she greeted the brunette. He followed her into the kitchen as she grabbed a glass filling it with water. “She just showed up. I thought she was in Paris.”

“It’s ok Charles.”

“Are you sure? I know it was just supposed to be us.”

She placed a smile on her lips, “I’m sure.”

Throughout the evening Yn noticed how Alexandra would try to make it all about her. Every time Charles would try talking to Yn, she wasn’t even able to get to finish her answer before the other girl took his attention away. And it was beginning to piss Yn off.

Before the movie was even done, Yn had had enough. Alexandra had become increasingly touchy with her boyfriend and Yn happened to notice a moment when it was painfully obvious that the girl had placed her hand into his shorts. He had unknowing let out a soft moan and Yn saw how Alexandra had looked at her with a smirk. Yn was done. She silently grabbed her bag and got up.

“Where are you going?” Alexandra asked acting dumb. Charles had opened his eyes and adjusted himself looking at his friend in concern.

“I forgot I have an early start tomorrow. But you have fun.” She didn’t wait for a answer and headed for the door. She made it to the elevator when he reached her.

“Why are you leaving?”

She looked at him disappointment in her eyes. “You obviously have better things to do.”

“Why do you not like her?”

“This has nothing to do with Alexandra.”

“Really?” he asked sarcastically. “Then why leave.”

“Kinda awkward when you two are practically wanting to fuck each other right there.”

“I’ll tell her to cool it.”

She shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.” She hit the button waiting for the elevator to open.

“Why do you do this?”

“Do what Charles?”

“Make her feel so uncomfortable?”

“I told you this isn’t about her!”

“Right, so you’re not pissed because I choose to spend my break with MY girlfriend!”

“I’m pissed because you LIED! If you wanted to be with her then you should have said that!”

“You are so suffocating!”

Yn felt her heart break and he could see in her eyes he had hurt her and had gone too far. Hell he didn’t even mean what he said, but as he opened his mouth to apologise Alexandra called from his door about a phone call. The elevator doors opened and she climbed in pushing the ground floor button. She waited for the doors to close before letting the tears fall.

“Cherie I’m sorry!”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“Please pick up.”

 

A few weeks had passed and Yn had not spoken to Charles or even replied to his messages. Their friends knew something was wrong even some of the fans were picking up on something. Charles was not himself and Yn who was a regular face in the paddock hadn’t been to any races since the break. She no longer commented or liked his posts. No more good luck messages before races, no more messages at all. He missed her. It was hard for her too. When he had a bad race she wanted to message him, but she didn’t. She missed her friend so much but she couldn’t forget what he had said. She had been there for him through everything; Jules, his father, when Ferrari let him down. Even when she had needed her friend, like when she had caught her ex boyfriend in bed with someone else, she pushed it aside because he had needed her. But she was suffocating him!

She put all her time and energy into her little photography business and it was after a photoshoot that she ran into David. Well actually he ran into her, literally.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He rushed to help her get up.

“It’s ok. I should have looked where I was going.”

“No it’s my fault. Is anything broken?”

She shook her head, “Doesn’t look like it.” She noticed to he had spilt coffee all over himself. “Seems like your shirt got the brunt.”

“Huh?” She pointed at his shirt. “Oh, I didn’t even realise.”

“Can I buy you another?” she really did feel bad.

“You don’t have to do that. But I won’t say no. I’m David.”

“Yn.”

David turned out to be a really nice guy. He was from South Africa and was a professional cricket player. Yn had never heard about the sport but could tell how passionate he was. They got along so well and really enjoyed each others company that they spent the rest of the day talking. As day entered night, David asked if she would like to have dinner with him and she found herself accepting happily.

Coming home one evening after having been on another date, Yn found Charles waiting at her apartment door. He looked so sad and lost. “Hi.”

“What do you want Charles?”

“Can I come in?”

“Fine.” She heard him sigh in relief as she unlocked her door and let them in.

“You look pretty Cherie.”

She pulled off her heels and headed for her room. She quickly changed out of her dress into some sweats and a hoodie. Walking back into the kitchen she found Charles making her some tea. She opened a cupboard and pulled out some Macaroons before going to sit on the balcony. Charles joined her a few minutes later.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine thanks. You?”

“Been better. I miss you.���

“What is it that you want Charles?”

“A chance to make it up to you. I know I screwed up and I’m so sorry. I never meant it.”

She nodded sadly. “Doesn’t change the fact that you said it.”

“I never meant to hurt you Belle. Never you.”

“I miss you too Charlie. But you hurt me, twice.”

He took her hand in his and slowly began to run his thumb across her skin. “I can’t take away what I said. But I just want to prove to you that I’m sorry.”

“When my mom left, I thought it was my fault. Like I was too needy. I promised myself that I wouldn’t be like that with the people I love. That I would make sure they were ok. If me being there for you is suffocating I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no your not suffocating. I think I was projecting. Alexandra just showed up that night and I was already frustrated because it was supposed to be just you and me. I was really looking forward to it. But I’m weak. She basically threatened to with hold sex if she couldn’t join.”

“So you caved?”

He nodded. “Please forgive me?”

“You have to earn it.” But she said that with a smile.

For several weeks things seemed like they were back to normal and friends and fans alike were happy. The only one who wasn’t was Alexandra. Unfortunately for her she was stuck in Paris for a while. David had to return to South Africa for a few games and he had asked Yn to come with him. As her job wasn’t office bound and she had no scheduled jobs she agreed. Charles wasn’t happy about it though. Ever since he had met David, he had felt different. Yn had dated before but other then Adrian; her ex; she had never been serious about a guy. He had liked Adrian but he wasn’t mad that she had broken up with him. But something was different this time. Seeing her happy and possibly falling in love with this guy didn’t sit right with Charles. He just didn’t know why. She was his best friend, that was all right? A few nights before they left for South Africa, David had suggested a double date with Charles and Alexandra. He knew that Yn wasn’t a fan of hers but he also knew how important Charles was to her and that they wouldn’t be seeing each other for a while. It was at dinner that Charles realised that he was in love with his best friend and that all the fights he had with Alexandra was because she knew it. He remembered one night they were in the middle of sex and he had accidentally called her Yn. At the time he thought it was because he had spent the day with his friend but Alexandra had lashed out at him convinced he was in love with her. He had denied it then but now he knew it was true. Those weeks when she hadn’t spoken to him, had been the most pain he had ever felt. And now the thought of her leaving even if just for a few weeks clawed at his heart. Worse was the feeling he got when he had to watch David touch her, kiss her and make her smile. He wanted to be the one to do that. Hearing her laugh at something he said drew Charles out of his thoughts. He made up his mind on what he was going to do, he just hoped he didn’t end up losing her for good.

She had just kissed David good night and run a hot bubble bath when there was a knock on her door. She frowned slightly wondering if he had forgotten something. She was a little shocked to see her friend standing there. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

She moved aside to let him in. “I was just about to take a bath.”

“I’m sorry, I need to talk to you about something.”

She could tell it must be something important, “Ok, let me just change quick. Can you put the kettle on?”

He nodded.

“Charles?” she called a few seconds later.

“Yeah?”

“Can you help me please?” she leaned her head out the door.

“Sure,” he headed into the room. “What’s wrong?”

“The damn zipper is stuck.”

He chuckled, “Turn around Belle.”

Turning around she moves her hair onto her shoulder allowing him to grab the zip. It was a bit stuck but with some effort he was able to get it to move. Problem was the more he moved the zip down the more his fingers trailed along her skin. It was having an effect on him and by the sound of her breathe intake he knew she was too. Without thinking he moved his hand across her back into the fabric stopping against her bare waist, while at the same time placing his lips against one of her shoulders after he moved the strap with his other hand.

“Charles?”

“Mhmm,” he murmured as he moved his lips across her throat.

“What are you doing?” She asked breathy.

“I want you.”

She turned around causing his hand to slip out. “What?”

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I love you.” He pressed his lips against hers but she didn’t respond except to pull away.

“I’m sorry?” she sat down on her bed where he joined her.

“I love you.”

“I love you too Charlie but what just happened?”

He shook his head, “I’m in love with you.”

Her eyes widen, “You’re in.....what?”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, “I’m in love with you Belle.”

“Since when?”

“A while. Forever. I was just blind. But Alex knew. That’s why she’s been acting the way she has. She’s jealous.”

“Why now?”

“I wasn’t 100 percent sure until tonight.”

“Nothing happened tonight.”

“I watched you with him.”

“David?”

He nodded, “Its supposed to be me. I’m supposed to be the one who makes you happy.”

“Charlie, you’re my best friend. You do make me happy.”

“Not in everyway. Yn I want to spend my life with you not just as you’re best friend.”

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to say.”

“Do you know why none of my relationships last?” she shook her head. “Neither did I. Not till I realised it was because they were not you.”

“Charlie,”

“Yn the whole night I have been going over my thoughts, why I hate seeing you with someone else, why Alexandra is so jealous, why it was your name on my lips in my dreams and that night.”

“What night?” she asked furrowing her brow in confusion.

He sighed, “A couple nights before I lied about Maranello, Alex and I were......having sex.”

“Ok and?”

“I called her you.”

“You called Alex Yn?”

“Yes. I didn’t realise it in the moment but she suddenly got mad and we started arguing. I guess that’s why I agreed to go to Bali. I felt guilty.”

She stood up. “I’m supposed to be leaving in a few days. With David, my boyfriend.”

“Don’t go.” He stood up and took her hand pulling her close. “Belle please I know I don’t deserve it but give me a chance?” He drew her into a kiss and she knew she was in trouble. Separating their lips he placed his head gently against hers. “Tell me you feel nothing and I’ll walk away.” She couldn’t respond, she was so conflicted. When she didn’t answer him he lifted his head and kissed her cheek. “I love you Yn never forget that.”

He walked out her room and headed for the door but just as he reached for the handle she was behind him and grabbing his hand. “I love you too Charlie.” This time she was the one to pull him into a kiss and they both knew this was were they belonged, together.

 Author Note: Hi guys I hope you enjoyed it and thank you for all the love on my Max story, Verstappen's Heart. It means alot.

Please feel free to send any requests for your favourite drivers ❤️

[vnards]

Bear!Price Pt10

“John!” He would never get sick of hearing his name on your voice. Grateful, even.

He steps up to the counter, hands empty. “Hello, Honey.” Your hands rub the hem of your shirt. You always work up a nervous energy when he comes to see you at work. He’s only done it one other time, and you didn’t kiss him, he doesn’t mind. A nasty worm gets under his skin. Maybe she doesn’t want to be seen with you.

“How’s your day, love?”

You smile as you relax into recapping your day so far. Your name gets called from the back from an unfamiliar voice. There’s something in the air that unsettles Price. “Oh, you haven’t met the new hire, yet, have you? Alex!”

The man that emerges from the back is vaguely familiar to Price. He’s lean, any muscles he has he hides under his clothing. His dark hair tousled on top his head and his smile is dopey and awkward, unassuming. There’s bandage poking out under his sleeve and his eyes are grey.

Alex comes forward, presenting out his hand as his smile doesn’t touch his eyes, “You must be John, then?” So she does talk about me.

Price minds his manners, feeling your gaze on him as he interacts with a stranger. Your stranger. “John Price.” He shakes the other man’s hand.

John is caught off guard by the tightness in his grip and the change in his gaze to something…else…Something John can’t put his finger on. It sets him on edge. John squeezes, Alex doesn’t flinch, but his sneer gets wider, knowing he’s got John unsettled.

He doesn’t notice the growling.

You clear your throat to break the obvious tension between the men. “Alex was talking about going shooting, but doesn't know the area.” Alex’s smile is wrong, a knowing glint behind it.

You touch his arm, softening his mood, “Maybe you two could find some time to go hang out!” Your suggestion was so innocent. John wasn't even sure if you knew what you were even suggesting.

John chuckled, “N-"

“That'd be awesome!” The younger man had a boyish charm to him that he can see has blinded you. John sees through his shit.

His hackles are raised.

John calls for you, pulling you aside, “I'm not sure if you should hang out with him, love.” He tried to gentle suggest.

You scoff, “Don't be like that. He's a nice guy and figured it'd be an easy way for you to make friends.”

“I don't need to make friends, Honey” John bristled at the thought of being forced to socialized. Bears are a solitary creatures, content to live in their area without mistake. Unfortunately for Alex, he’s in John's territory. “You're all I need.”

He leans in for a kiss, to make it known, but you keep him at bay, “John, he's a nice guy. Just give him a chance, okay?”

Price grumbled.

He agreed.

You celebrated.

“Alex, John said he’ll take you shooting.” Alex celebrated across the store.

There was something off that Price couldn't put his finger on. But he brushed it away; ignored it for you. Because it’s what you want.

And John's a sucker.

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[monrohakay]

I would love to see hear more about your headcannon about nico

Have a good day

Oh my goodness, I could go on forever about him and what I imagine his backstory to be. I’m so sorry for how long this will be, but you’ve unleashed a can of worms and I thank you for that! So here we go!

It started with me being convinced that if Nico and Kai ever met, they would have a rivalry going on and Levi and Amelia would find it adorable yet slightly annoying cuz they get along so well. And Levi would tell Nico not to annoy his mentor’s partner, but Amelia would just laugh.

We don’t know much about where Nico’s from or his family, except that he’s not out to them even thou he was out to people in his daily life and they can be really critical. So I imagine he grew up in a traditional Korean Italian home (cuz Alex Landi is Korean Italian, and I have person experience with homophobic Italian family members so I’m projecting). He’s a middle child with two brothers. He gives off competitive energy that comes with having siblings, and kinda seems like he’s used to being overlooked and fighting for attention, like a middle child.

His older brother (I’m going to refer to him as Siwon since that’s who I imagine his actor to be) is something his parents deem successful, I’m thinking a lawyer cuz I want Nico to have a totally different career path then him. He was an honours student, always top of his class. He has a beautiful wife (who he met in highschool), a son and a daughter on the way. His life is perfect in his parents eyes. He’s maybe two or three years older than Nico. Nico always felt like he was in his brother’s shadow, but he respected and looked up to him. I feel like their parents would constantly be comparing the two, like “Siwon was valedictorian, are you going to be?” and “Nico was nominated for homecoming king, are you nominated for prom king?”

His younger brother (referred to as Rowoon for the same reason as his older brother) is five or six years younger, and he’s spoiled by their parents. While they’re critical of the older two, the youngest is their pride and joy and they don’t mind him doing whatever he wants because the other two are successful enough. Rowoon loves Nico and idolizes him in almost the same way that Nico did with his older brother. But Nico is much kinder and receptive to it, and he’s always supportive to Rowoon. I think Rowoon would have much more natural talent and smarts, so he doesn’t have to work as hard as the other two and he has a lot less pressure. While the other two were expected to have a 98-100% average in everything, Rowoon’s sitting at like 95% and their parents are still proud of him.

Nico was raised with traditional catholic Italian and Korean views being shoved at him. So when he starts realizing he might like boys, it’s not exactly something he can come out and say or act on while he’s living with his parents. He probably wanted to go into sports, (likely baseball or soccer, but we’ll go with baseball cuz of his job with the mariners) rather then law or med school. He played baseball in highschool, getting scholarships to play for a few varsity teams. Only for his parents to push him to go to law school like Siwon, which he reluctantly agrees, figuring he can go in to sports law.

While Nico is in his last year of highschool, early on in the year, he meets this boy who he has a crush on. And they start seeing each other in secret. Until one night Siwon catches them, probably the cliche making out in Nico’s room when his brother barges in and freaks out. He kicks the boy out and tells Nico he needs to stop seeing him. Nico says he will as long as his brother doesn’t tell their parents and Siwon agrees, saying their parents can never find out. But having Siwon react in such a negative way ruins the image Nico had of him. So he decides he doesn’t want to go to law school, he wants to persue baseball mostly in defiance.

His parents hate that idea, and really push for him to still go to law school. He ignores them and does start to persue baseball in his undergrad, taking one of the scholar ships he was offered. He’s incredibly talented so while they aren’t happy, his parents still support him as long as he continues to be one of the best players on his team and maintains his high grades.

In his first year he gets an injury, something that requires surgery to fix. But the surgery goes wrong, and his career in baseball is over before it could ever really start. Despite pushing himself with physio and working as hard as he can to get back to being able to play, it’s just not possible in the time frame he would need for professional sports. He takes it incredibly hard, and while Rowoon is his major support system, his parents and Siwon treat it like a failure. So Nico decides to go to med school, to become an orthopaedic surgeon and make sure no one else has to go through what he did. His parents are ecstatic about the change, and it’s the first time he feels like they’re actually proud of him.

He quickly catches up, becoming top of his classes. He thrives in university, coming out to his friends and he’s genuinely happy.

But he still feels like he has to hide who he is when he’s at home and he hates it. He never has a boyfriend for long, because then he’d have to deal with bringing them home and coming out. It never mattered cuz he hadn’t met anyone he wanted to be with long term. But it’s still a massive part of his identity that he’s hiding from his parents and Rowoon, still scared they’d react in the same way his Siwon did. And while he would probably come out to his parents and risk it, he doesn’t want to loose Rowoon or put him at odds with their parents, especially while he’s still living with them.

So years later when he meets Levi, he doesn’t want to have to hide who he is in the only place he can be open. He’s hypocritical because he thinks Levi doesn’t have as much to loose as Nico and he sees it as wasted opportunity. And Nico doesn’t want to be that highschool boy his brother kicked out of his room all those years ago. He doesn’t want Levi to be ashamed of him like Nico was of that boy, and he doesn’t want the memories of being ashamed of himself and who he was to come back while Levi discovers his own sexuality.

Nico’s never had someone he cares that much about, never wanted to actually bring someone home to meet his parents or his brothers. But then he falls hard for Levi and suddenly it’s turning serious and he doesn’t know what to do about it. So he’s awkward and hypocritical and a pretty terrible boyfriend at times, but he is trying.

Then he accidentally kills a patient. And Siwon is showing up to make sure legally he doesn’t get in trouble. His parents find out through Siwon, and they seem disappointed which only adds to his pain. And Levi being overbearing while Siwon is in town doesn’t help, because he doesn’t want his brother to find out he has a serious relationship with a man. He’s also not good with emotions, or people seeing him when he’s emotional, which is why he pulls away so much.

And then the pandemic happens and he really misses Levi. He knows he’s not emotionally ready to commit to anyone yet, and they aren’t really good for each other at the time. But he figures if he can have Levi in any way he’s going to take it, cuz the world is a mess and he needs some kind of happiness. When Levi basically gives him the ultimatum of serious relationship or nothing, he chooses serious relationship. Because he doesn’t want to loose Levi, and it’s a huge wake up call that he really does care about someone in a way he never had before.

I think Levi pushing Nico away after he opened up to Levi hurt, really bad. Cuz Nico had never let himself be that vulnerable with another person, and he didn’t know how to cope with that. So he gave Levi the space that he wanted when he went through a similar experience. Not really realizing that Levi needed him to be there and to fight for them, until Levi told him. But even though he’s come so far and started to unravel his closed off, emotionless persona adopted by someone who’s parents didn’t let them be a child, Nico knows he can’t give Levi what he wants, not when he’s still dealing with his own internalized homophobia and inability to be honest with himself and his family. He thinks Levi deserves someone who is ready to be all in, and even though he thought he could be, that’s not him, not yet.

Nico saying his default is numb is really telling that he can’t process his feelings right away, he suppresses them. Which would make sense if he’s grown up with critical parents that expect him to be perfect all the time. He wouldn’t know how to deal with failure or rejection, because he’s never had the luxury of doing any of those things. Even loosing his ability to play baseball professionally wouldn’t have been a failure to him, because it led him to being a surgeon which his parents were much happier about. And I think that reflects in his relationships too, that when there’s any kind of conflict he just shuts down, he goes numb. He either gets overly agreeable or he pulls away from the situation entirely. And I think he started to realize that it’s not a healthy coping mechanism after his talk with Levi in the elevator.

So he jumps at the opportunity to leave and work for the Mariners. It’s a dream job, it’s one of the reason he decided to go to med school in the first place, and it gives him and Levi space to figure themselves out. It lets Levi experience different relationships and find himself, while Nico learns to deal with his emotions and not suppress them. But while he’s there, he finds out he hates it. He doesn’t like having to tell these athletes that their careers are over, he doesn’t like feeling like he failed him when there was nothing he could do. It reminds him of when he was going through the exact same thing. Even if his success rate is the highest it’s ever been, he still doesn’t think he’s good enough. Saving fifty patients doesn’t mean anything if there’s even one he can’t.

And then Rowoon finishes his undergraduate and moves out of their parents house. He goes to visit Nico and they have a long talk about what Rowoon wants to do with his career. He decided a long time ago that he wanted to follow in Nico’s footsteps and go in to medicine. And while he’s visiting, he sees that Nico’s background is still a photo of him and Levi, so Rowoon asks if that’s Nico’s boyfriend. And Nico is shocked because he didn’t know Rowoon knew. They have a heart to heart, and Nico realizes he doesn’t have to hide who he is anymore. Even if his parents aren’t happy with him, he has his little brother’s love and support, which is all that’s ever really mattered to him anyway. And even if he isn’t perfect, there are still people who will love him.

So he leaves his job and goes back to Grey-Sloan, mostly because he preferred it, but also with the hope that he and Levi can at least be friends again. He wins Levi back, and finally introduces him to Rowoon. And to show Levi he really has changed, that he really is committed to their relationship, he invites Levi to his parent’s for Christmas dinner. It goes over horribly, his dad almost kicks them out and only relents to letting them stay when his mother says they can at least finish dinner, as it’s the holidays. It’s worth it to see the look of horror on Siwon’s face when he says Levi is his boyfriend, and the look of admiration Rowoon gives him when he holds Levi’s hand as they say goodbye.

I think Nico coming back this next season will be him saying I was just trying to give you space, but I always loved you and I will always be here for you when you’re ready. It’s kind of a repeat of the last time they got back together, but I’m hoping it’ll stick this time and they can have their happy ending. If nothing else, I just want them to keep his personality somewhat consistent.

I’ll finish with my Kai vs Nico thing that started it all! We never learn where he went to school, or how old he is. We can guess he’s early 30’s when he’s first introduced (I’m assuming he was on track with the norm, so when he’s introduced, he’s in his fellowship and he’d be 30-31). What we know about Kai (thanks to my best friend who has an incredible memory) is they went to John Hopkins a few years after Amelia. E.R. is only a year older then Alex, which I’m taking to mean their characters are a year apart as well. So we’ll say Nico is 31 when he’s introduced, meaning Kai would be 32.

While they wouldn’t have much overlap if Nico went to med school at John Hopkins while Kai was going for their phd, they could have very well done their undergrad at the same university and that’s where I think the rivalry would have started.

Kai is smart as hell, and I have no doubt they would be top of their classes. I think depending on the class it would go back and forth, but I really do think Kai would be beat Nico more often and he would hate that. It’s a healthy rivalry, there’s no actual animosity. I see them both as fun and sarcastic people, so I think they’d have amazing banter. And someone like Kai being smarter then Nico wouldn’t bother him as much, because they just have this aura that makes them impossible to hate? Even thou Nico is really frustrated that someone scored higher on a test, he wouldn’t really be too hard on himself if it’s Kai that beat him.

Because I can see him being really upset with himself the first time it happens, and he swears it will never happen again. So he pushes himself even harder for the next test and he does beat Kai. And then Kai would give the most relaxed non-reaction, would probably even congratulate him, and Nico wouldn’t know how to process that. He’s be so used to Siwon taking any loss so poorly, that someone being almost happy for him beating them is too foreign for him to comprehend. It would be the first step to Nico relaxing a little bit on his perfect persona, and allowing himself to slip. Which sets him up for when we meet him in the show, he’s a lot more chill and easy going, but still guarded.

This is so long omg, I’ll start to wrap it up!

Flash forward to Nico and Levi dating, and Kai and Amelia dating (no they never broke up in my head, they’re happy and will be for the rest of their lives, it’s fine. But even if they did, they found their way back to each other like Nico and Levi). Every time Kai comes to visit Amelia, they bicker with Nico. And no one knows it’s light hearted except the two of them. It would stress Levi out, thinking Nico was fighting with his mentor’s partner. I like the idea of Levi going in to general surgery, so while Amelia isn’t wouldn’t be the head of his department, she will always be a mentor figure to him and someone he respects.

Flash forward again, Rowoon does follow in Nico’s footsteps and comes to Grey-Sloan for his internship. He starts off thinking he’ll go in to ortho like his brother but quickly finds he gravitates more towards neuro. And then Kai comes to work on a project with Amelia, and they pick Rowoon to help them out. And he loves the research aspect of their project. He starts looking into it more and more. And ultimately decides, with the help of Kai, to switch into neuroscience rather then complete his surgical internship.

Nico is of course devastated that his little brother chose to work with Kai over him. But he’s a good older brother and supports everything Rowoon does, even if it means listening to him talk about how amazing Kai and the research they’re doing is for hours.

That’s all I got. Thank you anon for asking about his backstory and thanks to anyone who read this far! I would love to hear your thoughts on his backstory too, or any general greys thoughts you might have!

[ohwynne]

TIMING: Early April PARTIES: Emilio @mortemoppetere & Kaden @chasseurdeloup & Wynne @ohwynne LOCATION: Worm Row SUMMARY: Kaden helps Emilio and Wynne get a passport. They half-succeed. WARNINGS: None.

Kaden didn’t know the details of why the hell Emilio needed to convince Nora to come home from another country but those didn’t matter too much. Despite the issues Monty may have with the guy, Emilio was another hunter – one who seemed to have similar enough values to his own which was rare to say the least. He was going to help out. It’s what hunters did for one another, that was how you survived. And however annoying he might find Nora, the connection Emilio had with her was clear. If the situations were reversed, if it had been Alex, he knew the slayer would do whatever he could to help him. It was an easy choice to connect him and Wynne to Buzzy to get whatever papers they might need fast, no matter what that meant he might owe the guy this time.

The office in question wasn’t too far from Axis, funny enough. Kaden waited a few doors down from the entrance for the others, he knew Buzzy liked to keep it discreet. “This way,” he said when he saw the pair of them. He’d seen Wynne in and out of the cabin a few times and knew they were a good kid. If they were willing to put themselves out there for Nora, too, he had to believe Nora was worth going out on a limb for after all. Kaden approached the door of Marcelli & Associates Ltd. and rapped on the door in a pattern that was probably morse code for something that he never bothered learning. Two hard knocks back and he knew they were cleared and everyone was on the same page of what kind of business they were here for. 

Once they were all shuffled inside, Kaden shut the door and addressed the man at the desk. “Long time no see, Buzzy,” he said with a nod. “Got a favor to ask you.”

“And you brought the whole gang with you to do it,” the man replied. Buzzy looked up from whatever notes he was scrawling and got a good look at all of them for the first time, his face souring in a way that Kaden didn’t get a good feeling about. “You know I don’t hand out favors, Langley. Even to you. And especially not to him.” His eyes narrowed as he stared down Emilio and it was clear that this wasn’t the first time they’d met. Putain de merde, what the fuck had the slayer done to piss this guy off already? Besides being himself. “Anyway, you,” he said to Wynne. “Who are you, kid? You a hunter, too? You must be some kind of special if Langley’s daring to drag you in to see me. What do you need?”

—

Citizenship had never been a particularly big concern for Emilio. It was the last thing most hunters worried about. When your ‘life plans’ included dying a violent death before you were forty, entering into a long, drawn out process for the grand prize of paperwork wasn’t really high on your to do list. He never thought it would bite him in the ass like this, though. Nora, in another country, in a community he had more than just a bad feeling about, and Emilio trapped an ocean away with no way to get to her… It wasn’t something he wanted to experience. So, when Langley mentioned knowing a guy who could get him papers good enough to land him on an airplane, Emilio hadn’t hesitated. It would cut the time involved in the process for Wynne in half, too.

But… the closer they got to the guy’s ‘office,’ the less confident Emilio felt. The streets were familiar, obviously — this was close to his apartment, after all. But the building Kaden led them to was familiar, too. “What did you say this guy’s name was again?” Emilio asked lowly as Kaden knocked on the door. Before the ranger could answer, said door was swinging open to reveal an unfortunately familiar face. Emilio tensed, jaw tightening. Right. 

Of course Kaden’s contact was someone Axis had once screwed over. He could still remember the case — some trembling twenty-something who’d had her identity stolen, begging for a solution in a way Emilio was never going to be able to say no to. He wasn’t sure what the end result had been for Buzzy’s business, but he knew it had taken a hell of a hit. And, given the look the other man was giving Emilio, he hadn’t exactly forgotten about it. Maybe if Emilio stayed quiet enough, he could still get what he needed out of this. He glanced to Wynne, figuring their odds were better here if he let them do the talking.

—

They wondered if there was such a thing as a chronically nervous person in the field of psychology. If there was, they probably were one. Wynne walked into Marcelli & Associates Ltd. with a tightness in their stomach, even if they were with two strong and capable hunters. At least, they assumed that Kaden was strong and capable. It seemed like a fair assessment, up until now, especially considering his willingness to help with this very illegal thing.

That was one of the sources of their discomfort. Though they didn’t always agree with the law and especially not the government, they didn’t enjoy breaking rules. But no longer were they as passive as they had once been and it was simple, really. They needed to help their friend in need, who would do the same for them. So they tried to stand straight and tried to make polite eye contact with the man called Buzzy. (Was that his real name?) Buzzy did not like Emilio, which was a red flag, even if Emilio was very good at making enemies. Wynne tried not to jump to his defense.

They were asked a question, after all, and they were good at answering questions. “I’m Wynne and I need a passport. It’s not — it won’t have to be a favor,” they clarified, “We will pay for it, of course.” That was something they had grown more used to, over this past year. The power of money. How it could make many things happen, even if they hadn’t quite figured out how to do that. “And oh, no. I’m not a hunter. I’m just –” They weren’t sure. “I’m Wynne.” They remembered themself. “Please.”

Buzzy’s sour expression had a hint of confusion to it as he took stock of the stranger in the room, looking up at Langley for an explanation. “The fuck.” It was half-question, half-statement. A finger pointed at Cortez without addressing him. “And I reckon he’s in need of one too? Don’t have a falsified document growing tree in my backyard.” Heaven knew it wouldn’t grow in Worm Row, anyway.

—

Kaden raised a brow and looked at Emilio. How the fuck had he screwed this up before he walked in the goddamn door? He waited for some kind of explanation from the slayer, but none came. Putain de merde. 

“Cut the crap,” Kaden said to the guy. “I know you can get a passport or two in your sleep. It’s not like I’m asking for a social security number or five.” As much as he hated leveraging his last name in this town, there were some times that it came in handy. It was risky running around in hunter circles, considering half the people he cared about weren’t exactly human, but sometimes the risk was worth taking. 

“Oh, do you?” Buzzy said, shaking his head. “You know how this works, Langley, but let me explain to yous two.” The man leaned back in his seat as he addressed Emilio and Wynne in turn. “Money is great. Love it. Big fan. But if you ask me for special favors, I ask special prices, got it?” Kaden was hoping he wasn’t going to say that but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t expected it. “Frankly, Cortez, I don’t think you can afford my prices. Not after the mess you and your little detective agency got me into. I have to applaud your audacity, though, I’l give you that. Try and shut me down for identity theft then waltz on in here for forged papers.” He burst out a laugh to punctuate his point. “So for now, let’s talk about the kid. You need a passport? And you need it quick, ey?” Kaden shifted nervously. He didn’t know if his “good” name was going to be enough to swing this deal, but it was worth a shot. 

“Now, pardon my French.” There was a moment’s hesitation as his eyes darted to Kaden. “No offense, Langley, but what are you, then? If you’re not a hunter, I’m assuming there’s some other kind of reason you’re coming to me and not the good ol’ US government. So what is it? You some kind of supernatural? That it? Or some kinda criminal?” Buzzy held up his hands in a mock surrender. “No judgment here, kid, none at all. Just need to know the truth of things so I can get the fakes right.” He laughed at his own joke. “You know I’m a little less inclined to help on account of you being with him,” he said pointing to Emilio, “but a gig’s a gig. And I have a few favors I could use taken care of so depending on the complexity, I’ll entertain it.” 

—

He was practically biting his tongue at this point, just trying to keep the smart remarks from slipping out. Axis’s policy tended to be more or less the same as the one Buzzy boasted here — a job was a job, and money was money. There’d been nothing personal about the job Emilio had done that had landed Buzzy in hot water but, roles reversed, Emilio doubted he’d have been bending over backwards to help Buzzy, either. And it wasn’t like he could afford a lot here; Buzzy was right about that. When it came to cash, Emilio was always scrambling. And with Teddy out of town and Nora having made off with their credit card to Ireland… Emilio was cut off from his usual cash flow. 

It had been a long shot, anyway. There’d been a moment of hope when Kaden said he might have a way to get Emilio and Wynne to Ireland, but hope wasn’t the kind of thing Emilio banked on. He’d been prepared already for it to be just Wynne and Regan’s friend, even if he hated the idea now just as much as he had when it had been introduced. It was far better than Wynne making the journey alone… even if the loss of control over the situation had Emilio’s skin crawling.

“Fine,” he ground out, exhaling shakily. “Just them, then. If we do the favors, will you get them what they need to fly somewhere?” He resisted the urge to add that he was more than happy to beat the necessary documents out of Buzzy’s vault; something told him that wasn’t the most effective strategy here.

—

Some of the talk went over their head and Wynne wasn’t sure what to say, so they kept quiet when it came to transactions and special favors. They didn’t have a lot of favors they could offer besides making meals and maybe fixing a leaky faucet, but they doubted the other wanted that kind of favor, or the one people at gas stations had asked for when on the road. They tried not to shiver at the thought. 

They nodded. “Yes, I need it quick,” they said. “I’m – human. And not a criminal.” Not convicted, anyway. They had condemned a man to death, which was probably not great. “But I …” Wynne swallowed. Maybe they should use the word they hated. “I escaped my commune that’s like a cult, so I don’t have much paperwork. And it will take a long time to do it officially, probably longer considering …” Well, the aforementioned not-a-cult. “Because of the nature of the place I left. They’ll want … answers and questions and everything, right? It will be a whole thing that’s best avoided.” They weren’t sure if that was true, but it seemed about right. “And I just —” They grit their teeth. “Don’t have the time.” Or the energy. Maybe the government would want to see their parents for this. Maybe it would lead to more and more things spiraling out of control now that the demon was no longer capable of protecting the Protherians. They needed to go get Nora, not bring bureaucracy to their former community. “I have a birth certificate, if that helps.”

They were looking at Emilio, wondering what the favors could be, but tried to focus on Buzzy. The idea that Emilio might not get a passport was concerning, but it was better to get one than none. It was also not their place to argue right now. “We will do it.”

—

Kaden was practically screaming his mind for Emilio to not fuck this up and to just keep his fucking mouth shut. Not that he had any delusions otherwise, but it was clear that neither of them were telepathic since the slayer just had to fucking chime in. Kaden gave his leg a small kick, hoping it wasn’t the one with the busted knee, to tell him to cut it out since the telepathy clearly wasn’t coming anytime soon.

“A cult, you say?” Buzzy asked, raising a brow. “I feel like I should be asking yous which one so I don’t accidentally ruin a business opportunity or two.” He waved his hand like he was swatting the notion away. “Actually don’t tell me, then I’m not lying when I say I don’t know shit. But sure, if you do the favors and if you don’t interfere with my business again, I get them a passport in a few days. Kapeesh?” Buzzy looked directly at Emilio as he answered the question. “Anyway, birth certificate helps plenty. Makes my job easier, one less thing to forge and a few more things to use for inspiration. Now, I’ll let yous g—

Kaden held up his hands to cut the guy off. “Before we agree, what kind of prices are we paying, Buzzy?” He was more than willing to pay them but he wanted to know what kind of shit he was getting into before they jumped off that particular cliff. 

“Langley,” Buzzy replied, putting a hand to his heart as if it were wounded, “do you really not trust me after all this?” The look Kaden shot him seemed to be enough of an answer for him. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you. See I know you’re a ranger and I’ve got a siren that could use a shake down. Figured like something that would be up your alley. Hell, I bet that’s your typical Tuesday night, am I right?” Kaden’s face remained hardened, not as amused by the joke as Buzzy. “You hunters, are you all this sullen all the time? Geeze. I’d hate to go to one of your parties.” He said, shaking his head. “Anyway, got a few odd jobs like that for the two of yous. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Kaden nodded, it was about what he expected. He didn’t love it but it would be worth it. At least, it better be. Buzzy shoved a contract to them to sign and the ranger had no intention of reading it all line by line but he skimmed it. Looked pretty similar to the one he signed last time for his own papers so he went ahead and signed, handing the pen to Wynne and Emilio in turn. 

“Perfect,” Buzzy said with a grin. “There’s one more thing, though.” With that, he reached down to pull out another piece of paper. This one was also full of legalese that Kaden couldn’t and wouldn’t parse through.

“The hell is that?” Kaden asked, brows furrowed. “If this is some kind of—”

This time it was Buzzy who held up his hands to silence Kaden. “Not a trick but you want a rush job, I need a little extra.” His eyes fell back to Emilio. “I’ve got a feeling Cortez in particular could be useful. What with that little detective business you got there. I’ve got some people I could use off my back.” He shoved the paper and pen towards the slayer. “What do you say?”

—

Kaden kicked his leg (the good one, thankfully), and Emilio shot him a glare that was far more half-hearted than what he might usually deliver. He’d been on edge since the moment Nora made her big announcement that she’d snuck along to Ireland to hang out with a community of banshees, and the fact that Wynne would soon be joining her, that Emilio would be an ocean away with no control over the situation… It only made things worse. Already, he could feel the shadows swirling in his mind, shrouding him in a darkness he didn’t quite know how to get out of. He kept going back to Mexico, to all the things that could happen when you were only a street away. How much worse could it be with an ocean blocking your path? 

Buzzy was speaking again, and it wasn’t politeness or self preservation or Kaden’s hard glare that kept Emilio from interrupting. He could barely hear the guy at all, could barely make out the sound of his voice over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. By the time he unpacked and translated Buzzy’s words, it was too late to make any dry comments, anyway. Any other day, he would have hopped in to help Wynne, or made a remark about how hunters didn’t really have parties, or told some bad joke at Kaden’s expense that no one but him would find funny. But not today. Today, Emilio was more of a shell than usual. And wasn’t that saying something?

A paper was put in front of him, and he signed it. There was no time to read it — it would have taken ages, anyway. Then, there was another paper, and Buzzy was looking at him. Emilio forced himself up to the surface enough to look back, to actually listen. This is important. His mother’s voice was a harsh echo in his mind. How can I expect you to learn when you don’t listen? When you can’t sit still, when you won’t pay attention? I expect better from you. He swallowed, setting his jaw in a hard line. Buzzy didn’t know him well enough to notice anything off about the expression. He wasn’t even sure if Wynne or Kaden did. Maybe there was no one left alive who knew Emilio with any kind of clarity.

The request was vague and fuzzy and not something Emilio would have said yes to in any other situation. He didn’t get into things with people like Buzzy without knowing exactly what he was signing up for. Any other day, he’d have told Buzzy to give him more information or fuck all the way off. But this was for Nora. This was to get Nora home safe. There was nothing Emilio wouldn’t do to achieve that goal. If it cost him his soul, that was fine. It wasn’t like he got much use out of it. “Fine,” he agreed, holding out a hand for the paper. “Whatever.”

—

They winced as Buzzy called their former commune a cult, even if they’d described it as one. “It’s just kind of like one. And it’s not close. It’s far from here.” Wynne said the lie with relative ease, as it felt like Moosehead was lightyears away, even if sometimes it felt like it was in their backyard. They felt around in their bag, took out a slip of printer paper. “Here is the copy of my birth certificate.” 

It was dizzying, what was transpiring before them. The man named Buzzy spoke to Kaden and Emilio about prizes, hardly paying them any mind. Wynne would prefer to also pay, but they also figured they weren’t very good at what it was Buzzy was asking for — shaking down a siren sounded like something they’d not be able to do convincingly. Or at all. They glanced nervously between the two hunters and the strange man and hoped they wouldn’t hold it against them. 

Emilio and Kaden both signed the contract without much thought and so they did too, following them and their expertise blindly. Wynne hadn’t signed many contracts before and so far most of them had done well for them, as they’d been for jobs and their former apartment. They didn’t fully understand their concept, though. As if signing your name was going to make you properly indebted to someone. For that you should ask demons for help, they figured. Not just a pen.

There was another one, signed by just Emilio. Their stomach felt tight. At least Emilio was part of this more than Kaden was, even if it seemed like he wasn’t going to get a passport. They swallowed and remembered what the slayer had told them. Their eyes were big and their voice a little meek. It didn’t require a whole lot of acting. “Are you sure you can’t get one for him too? He’s …” They glanced at Emilio, whose face was set. “Sorry.” He did not look sorry.

—

Kaden glanced over, watching Emilio as Buzzy pulled out the second contract. He couldn’t tell if the distant look he had was to keep himself from punching the guy sitting at the desk or if he was actually failing to pay attention. When Cortez realized it was his turn to sign his own paper, the ranger tensed, worried that the man was going to grab the thing and rip it in two. Not that he would blame him — Buzzy was a pain in the ass. 

A cackling pain in the ass, too. He threw his head back and chortled at Wynne’s remark. “Is that so, kid?” He had to contain more laughter. “That bastard ain’t sorry about nothing. Are ya?” he goaded. Kaden was ready to step in between the two men, worried that someone (Emilio) was about to lunge across the desk and strangle their forgery guy before he could get the passport needed. 

“Come on, Buzzy,” Kaden said, rolling his eyes. “You survived and you have him on the hook. At least consider it.”

The man sighed as he sorted his stack of newly signed contracts. “I’ll consider it.” There was a spark of hope that lit in Kaden’s chest, stupid as that was. “But it’ll take me a while to consider. And I’ll need that favor first. Then I start considering if I’ve changed my mind.” Right, should have remembered it was foolish to hope around these sorts of folks. 

“It’s fine. We just need the one for the kid right away. Right?” Kaden looked over to the other hunter, hoping he wouldn’t fucking argue. For once.

“And you’ve got it,” Buzzy said with a smug smile. “Come back in a day or two and I’ll have something for the kid and marching orders for yous twos.” Kaden knew he wasn’t going to enjoy whatever those fucking marching orders were but at least he didn’t have to do this shit alone this time. “See, was that so hard?”

—

Wynne was trying, that much was clear. And if Emilio were smarter or better, he’d try, too. He’d pretend to be something he wasn’t, he’d put on an apologetic mask. But there was no real point to it, was there? Buzzy made up his mind the moment they walked through the door. They were lucky he was helping Wynne — there was no way in hell he’d help Emilio. This would end the same way everything always did, and Emilio knew it. He wondered if explaining the situation more would help matters, if admitting that him not getting a passport could mean the difference between life and death for Wynne and Nora and Elias and maybe Regan, too, would change Buzzy’s mind. But, deep down, Emilio knew the answer. He always had. 

“I’m not sorry for doing my fucking job,” he ground out, doing his best not to take a swing at the guy standing in front of him now. “I’m sorry you don’t want to do yours.” It wasn’t the right thing to say, but was that a surprise? Emilio never said the right thing, never made the moves that needed making. He was a goddamn mess on his best days, and today was one of his worst. There was never any chance of him swallowing his anger well enough to grovel. Everyone in this room knew it. 

Maybe Buzzy would get him the passport someday, after he’d held it over Emilio’s head long enough to satisfy. But it would be too late then, and everyone in the room knew it. What was the point in getting a passport when he no longer needed one? Who did it serve? It wasn’t as if Emilio was the sort to take a vacation.

His jaw was tight as Kaden turned to look at him, blood rushing in his ears as the anger warmed his chest. Kaden needed him to agree, but he didn’t trust his voice. He nodded his head instead, curt and tense. 

It took everything he had not to take a swing at Buzzy. If they hadn’t been doing this for Nora, to help Nora, he probably would have. Even now, knowing the stakes, he felt like he was physically holding himself back to the point of aching muscles. The moment Buzzy agreed, Emilio turned on his heel, shoving by Kaden and moving a little more gently past Wynne towards the door.

—

Emilio didn’t look sorry, and even worse, he confirmed that he was not sorry. Wynne felt a rush of frustration that made them feel ashamed of even feeling it. They worked their jaw, averting their gaze from the three men in the room. They were afraid they’d cry if one of them looked at them wrong. Emilio not getting a passport was bad news, after all.

They remained quiet as the conversation fizzled out, save for their, “Appreciate it,” to Buzzy. It was accompanied with a respectful nod, even if they thought him a very bothersome man. Sometimes you had to deal with bothersome people to get what you wanted, that was something they knew by now. It was a frustrating and hard lesson to learn, but it was one that stuck.

And so they all went out, Kaden at the front and Wynne at the rear. They closed the door behind them with a softness that the others would probably not have afforded Buzzy. Their eyes moved between Kaden and Emilio now, big and still teetering on the edge of crying. “You could have —,” they began at Emilio, but they shook their head and left their sentence unfinished. Then, at Kaden: “Thank you. And … if I can ever do something for you to make it up to you …” They didn’t have a lot of skills. Maybe they’d just bake him some bread, they could do that. Kaden was good at cooking himself, they recalled, so maybe he’d appreciate that.

The trio moved down the street, back to where they’d met before the fiasco of a meeting. A strange feeling took hold of Wynne as they considered the strangeness of life and these two hunters, willing to do an ugly job on their behalf. Despite the strangeness, they decided they didn’t mind the feeling. 

[ms-moonlight-inn]

5 Fandoms, 5 'Ships

Tagged by the talented @energievie to do this one. Vie, the can of worms you've just opened.

Let's go...

🛥️🛥️🛥️(get it, ships) lol

1) Jack & Sally (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

That's right, y'all the Pumpkin King himself and Sally the Ragdoll. If ever there were two more perfectly combined characters, these two are it. The arrogance of Jack, and the meekness of Sally –both seeking to break away from their circumstances. By the end of the movie they both have grown. Jack learns to be proud of who he is; Sally learns to speak her mind and be brave. And they do it all set to music!

2) Sgt. Milton Warden/Karen Holmes (From Here to Eternity)

I will never shut up about these two. Their love story is the epitome of hurt/no comfort, but in the best way ever. The story is set in World War II, in the weeks before Pearl Harbor. Not only do you have soulmates who have met each other at the most inconvenient possible time in their lives, But Karen comes from such a tragic backstory that you just have to wonder how she survived as much as she did. And the best part about this fucking movie, is that there is an additional side ship to swoon over. If you love tragic love stories, this is the movie for you.

3) Ian/ Mickey (Shameless)

Jesus, what can I say about these two that I haven't already said. I mean, I've written for these two more than I have anybody else and I think that's always going to be true. Gallavich has my whole heart. Period.

4) Prince Henry & Alex Claremont-Díaz (RWRB)

Holy crap the first time I read this book, and the second time, and the third time... I can't even tell you how many times I read this book. And then when the movie came out? Mmm mmm mmm. Gay heaven, I tell you. Fun fact: the very first piece of fanfiction I ever wrote was for firstprince. Crazy, right? The absolute stupidity and assholeness of Alex, coupled with Henry's tendency to keep his feelings close to the chest makes for an explosive combination.

5) Catwin or Payneland (Dead Boy Detectives)

Ok, this is a new one for me, so I'm still exploring the dynamics. Right now I'm leaning towards a Cat King/Edwin as the OTP. Why? Oh man, I just don't have the bandwidth to put all my thoughts on paper, but it just seems to make sense to me. Especially when I saw that scene with the white lily.

Also, Edwin's friendship with Charles would be that much more special & important™ if they are "best mates." Queer platonic friendships (or queer/het platonic friendships) are rarely shown in media, it'd be kinda nice see that.

🛥️🛥️🛥️

There are, of course, so many more 'ships I've shipped. So many beautiful love stories out there. But I'm sticking to talking about these 5 today. ☺️

Tagging, with no pressure to play, @stillbeatingheart @notherenewjersey @glitteryolks @wildxwired & anyone else who wants to play.

[zenki-soukokq]

hello!! may i request a matchup with genshin impact male pls?? tyy!! my no-no characters are: gorou, itto, xingqiu, chongyun, razor (i only see all of them in platonic way)

my name is alex and my pronouns are they/them and im intp-t and my zodiac sign is virgo. my appearance is i have long black hair and dark brown eyes almost black, fair skin, with slight dark bags underneath my eyes, my height is 5'0

my personality: im really shy and kind of awkward when socializing others bcos im not really good interacting with them so i just stay in the sideline where i observe people and their behavior and thats the reason why people depict me as intimidating and hard to approach and also bcos of my stoic expression too but when im with my close friends, im really bubbly and more comfortable with them. im really quite moody sometimes and i also tend to overthink things. i always listen to my friends whenever they're having a problem and just be there for them sometimes pitching in some advice now and then. im also the type of person to run away from their problems and tend to push people away bcos i dont want to burden them, i also laugh at small things, im also the type of person to read a body language very well bcos of my observant nature. i also get insecure with my appearance too. im also blunt with my words too i do not sugarcoat things.

my hobbies/likes includes writing stories and reading books, poetry composition, learning about stars and outer space, watching horror videos on yt, staying up all night writing down my ideas about my next stories, sleeping, i also have a fascination to ocean and i tend to stare at it, dark academia, i also like abandoned places especially if its haunted, i also love any sweets related to matcha green tea, i also like dark clothes, i like simple baggy sweaters and jeans, i really love a meadow full of lavenders

my dislikes are loud people including loud places too, vegetables (depends on my mood), cheaters and playboys, worms, hot weather, arrogant people

You have been matched up with...Kazuha!

"A wandering samurai from Inazuma with a modest and gentle personality. Beneath a youthful and carefree demeanor lies a heart that hides a great many burdens from the past. Seemingly easygoing, Kazuha has his own code of conduct."

How you two met:

A calm, quiet meadow within the lands of Liyue. Only two people are here- you, and an aimless wanderer. Approaching you, he saw works of poetry and literature surrounding you, and began to strike up a lighthearted conversation.

He had been in this meadow a couple of times before, and he had never before seen someone else here

Needless to say, he was interested about who else spends their time here

When he saw what you were doing there, his interest was heightened even more

He kneeled next to you, and asked about what you were writing

Kazuha read through what you gave him, and seemed to enjoy it

He didn't stay too long, but he did make a mental bookmark to come back here soon, and to possibly see what you were writing this time

It had not been too long since your first meeting, when he came to the meadow once again. He spent his time in a similar fashion to his last visit, only stopping by for a short time. But, he kept coming back, and his visits got longer and longer.

At this point, he had lost count of the amount of times he had come to this meadow

It was almost like a routine for him, a structure in his life he previously never had

He grew comfortable with this newfound structure, and felt as if he was no longer just a wanderer

When he arrived this time, he had a concrete goal

The clock ticked as seconds passed through, as minutes came and went, and as the hours drifted by, he felt a little nervous

Finally, as the sun began to set over Liyue's bustling port, he turned to you

He knew exactly what he wanted to say, and only hoped that you would return his words with affirmation

"These hours with you have felt so inexplicably like fairy-tales, as if this meadow of lavender was just a landscape in the illustrations of a romantic tale. I like this feeling, though. Love, that is what this feeling is. Do you happen to feel the same way?"

Why you two are compatible:

A wandering samurai from Inazuma who is currently with Liyue's Crux Fleet. A gentle and carefree soul whose heart hides a great many burdens from the past.

I think Kazuha wouldn't be very off-put by your initial disposition (that is, if he would be put-off by it at all)

I think his calmer personality would also fit with your more bubbly one after the two of you get comfortable with each other

He probably would also be pretty appreciative of you being there to listen whenever he needs it

In a way, he might relate to you through how he might feel like he's running away from his problems

Generally, I think that Kazuha and you fit well with each other because of how you have similar aspects that pair well together, and contrasting aspects that also pair well together

Your interests are also things that I could reasonably envision him also liking/being interested in

Overall, I think there's a healthy set of similarities and differences here, which help to foster a pretty good relationship between you two

Relationship Headcanons:

You and him often share snacks, at least the matcha green tea ones

Whenever he gets you a gift, he pairs it with a bouquet that always includes lavender

You two exchange written works, often for special holidays/events

I think he'd actually quite like your fashion style, and would want to try your things on every now and then

Personally, I think he'd be very appreciative of your blunt way with words, since he speaks in a way that seems a little more whimsical, so it's a nice refresher for him

He probably takes you around with him while he travels, and makes it a habit to visit that meadow a lot

Honestly, he's probably quite private with the relationship

I don't see him as someone who would really do too many things with your relationship in public, aside from just being near each other in general

I think at one point, he would teach you how his leaf whistle works for fun (leaf whistle concerts?)

New Years Headcanons:

In my mind, Kazuha never really celebrated many events

But now, he feels a compellation to

So, he came up with a somewhat last-minute plan

He stopped by a couple of stores in Liyue, and picked up some special snacks, and smaller little trinkets

He asked Beidou if she could pick up some fireworks, Inazuman snacks, and a couple of random objects

Not too long after he asked, he began to plan out a little more for his special New Years celebration

He decided that he would have all of this at the meadow that you two met at, and he began arranging all of the items into a neat display

Sometime while he was organizing, Beidou had some of her crew members haul over Kazuha's requested goods

Now, all of the things he needed were there, and all he had to do was invite you over, and pass the hours till twelve

When you arrived, he began to give you various gifts as the time passed by, and he focused on making you feel special for the rest of the day

Finally, it was twelve, and at that exact moment, fireworks began to fly up into the sky

Distanced at just the right point that you could see their beautiful colors and shapes, but just far enough away that you wouldn't hear the crackle of them too clearly

"These fireworks, aren't they pretty? I had these brought over for you. They started just before the last year ended, and ended just as this year started. My love for you, though, will last much longer than these lights in the sky."

Afterword:

I hope you like how this turned out! I was dealing with a lot of things today, so I hope that didn't affect the quality at all.

[silliest-girlf4ilure]

just some fluff w my ocs :3

# · — robin .ᐟ 𖦹

robin loved loving you. before they met you, they enjoyed being showered in attention from others. they loved being in the spotlight. they loved everyone’s eyes on them, even when they didn't take on lead roles in plays.

but it changed when they fell for you. they were like a lost puppy. yes, they’d liked attention but it wasn’t worth it anymore if it wasn’t you! they were dumbfounded at first. no one really ever caught their eye but you were different.

you didn’t care much about them and that intrigued them. so they gradually wormed their way into your life. and as they see you in the crowd, watching them like you promised, they smile. robin loved you and that wasn’t ever going to change.

# · — alex .ᐟ 𖦹

alex never thought he could ever be loved in such a pure way after everything with his mother’s husband happened. alex never thought he’d ever feel safe in the arms of another again. alex never thought he’d ever be able to truly love himself or anyone else.

until you showed up. alex ignored you at first. he didn’t hate you by any means – he had only found it strange you were so willing to make conversation with him. he never liked interacting with others outside of school yet you’d managed to get his number and would actively talk to him.

he liked having someone so interested in him. it felt nice. but his fear of being used again weighed heavily on him. even so, as he awakes from his slumber, he feels no panic when he feels your arms embracing him. he plants a kiss on your cheek and all that goes through his mind is how lucky he is to be loved by you.

personal notes - sometimes i find it so difficult to take care of myself but when i do, im always so proud !! like !! im doing great !! im making progress !! even if someones doing it better, im still working on myself and i should be proud of myself instead of belittling what ive done !! i love myself and im happy that i do !!

also reminder that ure doing great !! just getting through the day is amazing !! im so proud of u !!!!!!!!! ♡

[bonbonshideout]

"Honey! is everything ready!?" a woman shouted through the house as her husband was in the room with their son, he was giggling away as he heard his mom shout.

"Almost! Alex here is wiggling like a worm!" He shouted back as he chuckled a bit, he grabbed the boy and hugged him, ruffling his dark hair.

"Grayson, dear, please hurry, we promised we would be there on time today!" the woman shouted once more through the walls, her voice echoing in almost each room.

"Don't worry Susan! we're almost ready!" He shouted back before looking at his son, "Aren't we Alex?" the boy giggled and nods, his first time meeting his relatives, he thought it was quite exciting, he never met his grandma and now that he was 3, he was excited.

After a while longer they were in the car, the radio blasting with some early 2000's tunes, Susan and Grayson sang along as Alex clapped his hands happily. The drive to their destination was about a 45 minute to an hour drive. The car filled with wonderful and upbeat music through the time, about halfway Alex began to doze off, nodding his head as his eyes closed, occasionally he would jump awake only to doze off again. Susan would check on him and once reached out to position him comfortable to sleep.

They arrived safely at their destination, getting off and carrying the sleeping Alex inside. An elderly woman greeted them at the door, hugging Susan and kissing Grayson on the cheek.

"Oh Grayson, your wife is simply beautiful, her beauty hasn't faded since you first introduced me to her, is this your son? oh! how handsome, he has his mother's nose!" she cooed, Alex seemed to slowly wake up and looked up at the elderly lady, "Oh and he has her eyes!" she cheered, "such a beautiful shade of green, I don't think I've ever met anyone with eyes of this shade of green, such a precious pair of emeralds"

"Oh mother, there are many with eyes as green as these" Grayson chuckled as he set Alex down, Alex smiled and waved at Mrs.Williams, "but none seem to shine brighter than theirs." He sighed contently.

"Oh honey, you'll make me blush" Susan giggled as she leaned over and kissed her husband's cheek, Alex seemed to see this happen as he made a little gagging sound, all the adults laughed, Mrs.Williams picked up the little boy and kissed his cheek as a small greeting, Alex giggled and did the same, letting out an audible, "muah!"

“Kisses aren't so bad, huh, Alex?” the boy grew shy and hid his face in his grandmother's hair. Grayson laughed a bit as he reached out and ruffled his son's hair.

⚝╌──┈⊰𖤐⊱ 𐦍 ⊰𖤐⊱┈──╌𖤐

The day went smoothly, dinner was satisfactory and everyone was having a lovely day. In the end everyone was sitting around the living room, watching a movie; as they were accompanied by a child, they decided to watch a movie suited for his age, brother bear. Alex loved the movie, though near the middle he began to fall asleep. Susan seemed to notice and cradled the boy in her arms.

“Someone's sleepy” she smiled as she whispered, Grayson looked over and smiled, he stood up and thanked his mom for having them over.

“It was great seeing you again mama, but Alex here seems to be falling asleep on us.”

“O hijo, it's no problem! gracias por visitarme” she smiled at the two as she stood up and hugged her son, as well as her daughter-in-law. Susan smiled and thanked her as well.

“It was such a lovely evening, and it was wonderful seeing you again Mrs.Williams.”

“Oh you have no need to use honorifics with me, mija! call me mama” Mrs. Williams smiled once again, earning a nod from Susan. Alex clung onto his mom as they said their final goodbyes and left, fighting to stay awake as he watched his grandmother’ house slowly shrink in the distance as they made their way to the car; climbing in and driving off. The boy soon dozing off.

⚝╌──┈⊰𖤐⊱ 𐦍 ⊰𖤐⊱┈──╌𖤐

Grayson and Susan spoke as soft music played from the radio, Susan occasionally glancing over her shoulder to check on their son. He was sound asleep. Grayson peered into the rear view mirror, taking quick glances of his son as well. Susan soon turned around again, adjusting a blanket over Alex. Grayson couldn't help but smile as he watched her do so from the mirror. Susan soon turned around only to let out a scream, right in front of them, a truck came in full speed. The driver seemed to be knocked out as the truck merged onto the wrong lane. The car was thrown off the road, having spun a few times but wasn't totally damaged. Susan managed to get out of the car, cutting herself on shattered glass. She pulled out the boy, holding him in her arms as he cried. She pulled out her phone as she sobbed, speaking into it almost incoherently, making sure Alex wouldn't see the incident.

“What happened? Where's papi” He'd ask between hiccups and sobs, only to have his head pushed into her shoulder. He fought against it only to see the car. The windows were shattered; he didn’t seem to understand yet, but soon, he would come to realize.

Pt.1

Pt.3

[nemorialex]

Simultaneously 

Debtah tossed and turned in her bed. It was too hot with the covers on, too cold with them off, opening a window wasn’t allowed…

gr..rrr.r.rrr…

Now she was getting hungry. She probably should have eaten more dinner earlier… With a soft groan she untangled herself and crawled out of bed. Her hands played with the rumpled pockets of her nightgown as she crept down the hallway, eyes glancing around the dark hallway. She wasn’t afraid! But dad had told her to be in bed and she was NOT in bed, and they had said to keep the cabin locked and secure like something would happen if she didn’t do that, and she could see in this low light pretty good but there were still big shadows that weren’t there during the regular light of the daytime…

And there was shuffling coming from the kitchen, where she was walking towards. Why was she walking towards it!! Because she wasn’t afraid, that’s why! She wasn’t afraid and she was hungry and she knew to run for the cave if anything bad happened. 

Head tilted down slightly (horns pointed forward!) Deb peered around the doorway into the kitchen. There was a shadow of a person, almost the shape of dad, but holding itself different, digging through a cabinet- was this a robbery??- until it grabbed a can and turned around- “Oh…” She stood straighter and stepped into the room, reaching up and flicking on the light switch to reveal the teen in the kitchen. “It’s you.”

Sami spun around and flinched as the kitchen light temporarily blinded her. One hand clutched her ill-gotten goods and the other hand reached up from covering her eyes and adjusting her mossy-green beanie. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“I’m looking for m-.. For your mom. And like, I know that’s the ultimate comeback of comebacks or whatever but that’s not what I meant, I’m literally here to talk to her.” Sami dug through a drawer until she picked out a fork and made her way over to the small kitchen table.

“And to steal canned fruits…” Deb mumbled. More out of jealousy than judgment. 

“Well, she’s not here now, and I’m hungry.” It was said so matter-of-fact, punctuated with shoving a large pear slice into her mouth.

Deb didn’t know what to do with that; she wasn’t sure how to respond. Sami wasn’t exactly unwelcome like a complete stranger with ill-intent was, but Deb wasn’t sure she was all the way comfortable with the teen’s presence either. Especially when she and dad started fighting… Was this… Technically her sister? Dad would say no, because they weren’t Sami’s real parent, but Sami says that dad was her mom, which means that they WERE her parent, of some kind, but then they kept having arguments and fighting all the time and it seemed like they hated each other… Or was that supposed to happen? Was Deb supposed to start hating her dad when she was that old? No, that just seemed silly. But maybe it was a healthy kind of hate and not an evil kind. It was too hard to tell. Maybe–

Sami looked up from her food at the fidgeting kid in front of her and suddenly felt just as awkward. She was just… Standing there, looking at her funny, playing wrinkles into her little dress. Staring with bright orange and gray eyes, with horns that were the size of her head and stony-gray skin… It was… Kind of weird. 

But it was also weird to see that behind this kid was an adult, just sitting on the floor. An adult that she’d sort of met. The kitchen window behind him was now opened.

“Uh… Sup.” She waved a fork. Deb looked up, confused, and then turned around. “Uncle Ghostie!”

“Hey…” He sort of just sits there while Deb walks up to him. Before she can offer a hug, however, he speaks again. “I, uh. I have gummy worms.”

Deb’s face lights up even more, especially when he hands the treats to her just-barely-patient hands. Almost instantly her sharp little teeth are puncturing the colorful treats.

“Is Alex here?”

It’s Sami who answers, first with a scoff and an eyeroll before picking at the fruit again. “No…” It was hard to read her mumbled tone of voice, but it certainly wasn’t positive. 

Ghostie narrowed his eyes dangerously as thunder rumbled outside. But, weirdly enough it wasn’t his thunder. It wasn’t his lightening cracking or the sudden gale-force winds that made the wooden boards of the cabin creak threateningly and shake the open window frame. Deb looked up at the ceiling nervously, shrinking into her shoulders just a bit and taking a step closer to her uncle. Even Sami looked a bit on edge. 

Grumbling, he sent a message to Alex:

txt: hey. i’m at your house.txt: protecting BOTH of your kids from a freak storm, by the way.

He didn’t expect such a sudden response. Or such a short response. Or anything even CLOSE to THIS kind of response.

“txt: What do you mean he’s dead???”

It felt like each letter was falling into place, painfully slow, as his brain caught up to what he was reading. “Dead”… “He’s dead”. “What do you mean he’s–” Wait, who’s dead? Which “he”? What the hell is going on??? Suddenly a lot more alert, Ghostie jumped to his feet, nearly stumbling as he raced for the door. He had to text Alex to ask what the FUCK they just meant by that. He had to text Gwen, to see if they were alright. He had t–

“Hey wait!”

A hand grabbed his upper arm, making him stop and turn around just as he crossed the threshold. Sami looked back at him with wide eyes, concerned and just a bit frightened of his sudden departure.

“Where are you going? What’s going on?”

There was a moment. A solid, thick moment, tangible in the air as it lingered between the two. The chaos of the storm didn’t reach either of them as Sami focused entirely on him and what he was about to say and he struggled to find an answer that he didn’t actually have yet. 

“I’ll tell you later.” He settled. Sami’s hand didn’t try to restrain him as he turned to leave. But, not before turning back and pointing at her. “Stay here, keep an eye on Debs.” 

Sami was left on the porch as thunder cracked overhead and Ghostie flew off into the night heedless of the rain. She stayed stuck there before slowly coming back to her wits and going back inside, shutting and locking the door behind her. The smaller troll girl was nervously peeking around the corner, fear and confusion clear on her face. 

“Looks… Like I’m babysitting you?” Sami said, still dazed.

[reimagine7]

You’re my home (Kelley O’hara x reader)

This one is a bit long. Sorry!

Kelley’s pov

“Are we meeting her today?” Alex asked me for the fourth time today. Right now it was me, Alex, Allie and Tobin in my hotel room. We were just chilling out before our game today against Mexico. “If you keep asking, you’re not gonna meet her at all.” “Come on Kel, we are excited. We want to meet the person that was able to tame THE Kelley O’hara” Alex responded. “Shut up. It’s not like that.” I defend myself. “Right. So if you’re not tame, why again are you asking her to move in with you?” Tobin asked me, shocking me with this information. I haven’t told anyone about it. “She is what? Worm why haven’t you told me that?” For the look of it, Allie and Alex didn’t know. “I didn’t tell anyone, because I haven’t decided yet. How do you know this Tobin?” “You talk while you sleep, you know that? You were questioning yourself if it was a good idea or not. I think it is.” Tobin answered. “And how do you know if it is a good idea or not?” “Because even though we haven’t met her yet, and we’re still hurt by that by the way, we can see the way you look at her in the pictures and the way you talk about her. You’re in love.” Tobin told me. “But what if she is not ready? What if it is too early?” “Kell, look at me. Each couple has it on time. If you’re feeling that it’s time, she probably thinks the same.” Alex said, looking me in the eyes. “Can we change the subject? I'm getting more nervous and we're supposed to be chilling.” 

After that we changed the subject and the girls didn’t talk about it again. But that doesn’t mean it got out of my mind. Y/n is coming to the game today, we’re playing in Washington and I thought it was the perfect opportunity for her to meet my teammates. I told her that she didn’t have to come if she didn’t want to, in case she thought it was too much too soon. She dismissed me and said she would love to go and that we could go to dinner after that. Maybe Alex is right, we’re on the same page. 

I was about to get in the locker room when my phone rang. It was Y/n.

“Hey babe! How are you?” “Hi. I’m good. My shift it’s almost over then I’m out. And you? Are you at the stadium already?” “Yeah. Just arrived. Are you still coming right? The girls are crazy to meet you and there is something that I wanted to talk to you about.” “Of course. Is everything okay?” “Yeah, yeah. It’s nothing bad, you don’t have to be nervous. You had a good shift? No, big calls?” “Yeah, I’m safe.” “I like to hear that.” I know, today was a good day. I don’t like to jinx it but…” Suddenly I heard the firefighter alarm in the background. “Shit! Baby I gotta go. Love you!” “Love you too. Be safe.” “Always am.” Dammit. I hate when things like this happen. Just a few more minutes and she would be out of there already. And most importantly, she would be safe. Unfortunately, that’s part of the packet on dating a firefighter.

“Kells?” I was brought out of my thoughts by Christen. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “You are looking like you’re about to cry.” “I’m good. I was just on the phone with Y/n and she got called up. I can’t help but get a little worried, but I’m okay now. It’s probably nothing big.” “She is going to be fine. She is smart and strong.” Yeah, Christen is the only one who knows her because the three of us study together at Stanford. “I hope so. Let’s go, we have a game to win.”

The game ended with a win. It was an easy match so I didn’t have much work. The bad thing is that I kept looking at the stands through the whole game and Y/n didn’t show up. What must have happened?

“Kell! Where is Y/n? I tried looking to see if I could find her, but wasn’t lucky.” “Neither was I. Let’s go back to the locker room, I will try to call her.” 

We got inside. I called her. Texted her. Nothing. That’s a bad sign. I spent so much time trying to contact her that it was already time to get to the bus and I haven’t showered yet. I would have to do so in the hotel. I haven’t given up, I kept calling her during the whole ride, but nothing. Tobin and I went straight to the hotel room, she could feel that I was worried so she didn’t try to disturb me. I got some clothes so I could take a shower, when someone knocked on the door.

“Opened up. Hurry.” As I was closer I opened it, and it was Christen. “Chris, what the…” She walked past me, ignoring me completely. “Turn on the TV, right NOW.” “Why?” I asked her, but once again she ignored me. “Tobin, do it quick.” “Okay I’m doing. Babe what happened?” Tobin was as confused as me. “I found Y/n.” “What do you mean?” But then I looked at the TV. Burning building collapses and firefighters are working to find survivors. There have been 16 deaths so far, with five children among them. No survivors.

“That’s why she is not answering. Have you seen her there?” I asked Chris, maybe her shift ended before the accident. “Yeah. That’s why I came running. They zoomed on her because she was the captain and was giving orders. Sorry Kell.” “That’s okay. At least I know where she is. I just hope she comes home safe.”

The girls tried to get me out of front of the TV, to take a shower, and eat something, but I couldn’t not while they were still transmitting the whole thing and while she was still out there. I was just hearing what the journalists were saying. “And from what we are seeing the fire is mostly contained, but the rest of the building is still in danger of falling. The firefighters are still working but haven't had much success yet, with the numbers of deaths increasing to 22. We can only imagine how they are feeling. Not so much time from now, we captured a moment of one of the captains in the scene, after finding one more body.” 

It was Y/n. The scene was of her walking out of the debris of the falling building and going to the firetruck, she was clearly stressed, when she got to the truck she took off her helmet, through it on the truck and kicked the tired. Then she sat on the stairs and put her head on her hands, showing her exhaustion.

“These are some hard scenes to watch. We can only imagine the stress they are feeling and send support to them, so they can have strength to find the rest of the people who were in the building, giving at least some peace for their families.”

“Don’t worry Kell. She is going to be okay.” “I hope so. I just want her safe.”

“New information. We’re back live and one of the firefighters just asked for silence. It seems that they have heard someone. We just hope they can find it.” The camera focuses on Y/n. She was on the top of the debris, kneeled and saying something. Everything was silent, no one was moving. Then suddenly Y/n stood up and called for help, she began to pick up some rocks and throw them out of the way, creating space. Some other firefighters start to help her, but a huge noise stops them. What was that? “They are in a difficult situation here, the rest of the building that is still up just made some noise and is at risk of falling. They create a small space to the inside of the debris but their equipment can’t seem to pass in there. Getting inside without the equipment can be dangerous.” 

“Please don’t be a hero. Please don’t be a hero. Just this once, let it pass. Please, just this once.”  I start to say to the TV. The girls looked at me, but I didn’t get my eyes of Y/n. “It seems like Captain Y/l/n just entered in the middle of the debris. She was the same captain we showed minutes ago frustrated for finding one more body. We are sending the best of luck to her this time.”

“Fuck, I told you not to be the hero.” I screamed. “Please, just get out of there fast enough.” 

A few minutes pass and they were like torture. But the worst was still to come. A strong noise caught my attention and when I looked at the TV, I saw the rest of the building collapsing on top of the small space Y/n had just entered. The room was silent, I couldn’t hear a thing. The journalists kept talking but I wasn’t understanding a thing. I was in shock. I heard Christen and Alex debating something, I couldn’t understand what it was. What if she is dead? What would I do? We were supposed to be living together. She can’t be dead.

“I’m going there.” I stand up and start searching for my wallet and cellphone. “Kell, what do you mean ‘you’re going there’? Isn’t safe.” Alex said, stopping me from moving. “I don’t care. She is over there under that pile of rocks and bodies, and I’m not about to just stay here watching TV and waiting for someone to tell me she is dead. That she is another one of those bodies they keep finding. Or that...” “Kelley!” Christen yelled at me, making me stop. “She is not dead. Do you wanna go there. Okay, we are going there. But keep the faith. We both know her, she is a fighter. Yes, she can be a dumbass sometimes and enter in places she isn't supposed to be. But she is strong and she will get out of there alive. You have to believe this.” She kept looking into my eyes, waiting for a response.I just started crying. “Chris, I can’t lose her. I just can’t.” “I know. Come on, let’s go.”

The car drive was one of the most excruciating ones. As fast as we were driving, it didn't seem fast enough. We finally arrived at the place. Due to the quantity of police cars, firetrucks and ambulances, we couldn’t get too close. We got to a barricade that was keeping the civilians away. We could see a lot of firefighters and policemen working on the building probably trying to get to Y/n. “Here!” I heard a voice coming from the pile of rocks. When we looked they were pushing a rope from inside the pile and suddenly Y/n appeared attached to the rope with a little child holding on to her and using her helmet. She is safe.

Everyone starts clapping and celebrating. The firefighter tried to get the child from Y/n, but she wasn’t letting go. So they brought both of them to a nearby ambulance, a social worker was able to get the kid and I could finally see Y/n’s face. She had a big cut above her left eyebrow, another one on her jaw and there was a big stain of blood on her pants, but I couldn’t see where the other cut was. She was sitting in the ambulance when she looked at the barricade and saw me. She called one of the police that was nearby and pointed at me. He immediately came in my direction and asked me to follow him, taking me to where Y/n was. 

“Your idiot. You scare the crap out of me.” “Hi to you too babe.” I got to her and kissed her forehead, but she hissed in pain so I pulled back. “Don’t you ever scare me that way again. I thought I was gonna lose you.” “Never. You’re stuck with me Kelley O’hara. How was the game?” “We are not talking about the game, while you are here bleeding. They are not checking on you?” “I’m okay babe. You came here alone?” “No, Chris, Alex and Tobin came with me.” “Can I still meet them?” “Babe, you’re bleeding. You need to…” She kissed me. “I’m okay. Let’s meet them… Wait. What did you want to tell me earlier?” “Forget it.” “No, tell me.” “Fine… You can say no, but what do you think of moving in with me?” “I would love to.” “Really?” “Of course. You’re my safeplace Kell. You’re my home.”

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Stick Season - Noah Kahan Writing Challenge Masterlist

I was going to take a break after the last writing challenge, but then this album dropped, and I just kept coming up with ideas.

Here it is!

This is the masterlist for my Stick Season writing challenge, where every song has inspired a different story.

I hope you enjoy!

We'll All Be Here Forever Tracks - Writing Challenge Masterlist

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Northern Attitude

Forgive My Nothern Attitude, I was Raised Out in the Cold Will Graham X Reader [Hannibal] Summary: Will returns from Europe and Hannibal is caught. With a new sense of freedom, Will finds his way to (Y/n)'s doorstep in the hopes of fixing something that he thought had long-been broken.

Stick Season

I'm Split in Half but That'll Have to Do Dean Forester X Reader [Gilmore Girls] Summary: (Y/n) never thought they'd come back to Stars Hollow, but you can never plan for everything. Now, (Y/n) is forced to confront a part of their past that they never wanted to think about.

All My Love

You Got All My Love Duke Crocker X Reader [Haven] Summary: Duke never expected to grow as close to someone as he was with (Y/n). The two of them were partners-in-crime, described as trouble by most people around them. Not that either of them had the energy to care.

She Calls Me Back

I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry Malcolm Bright X Reader [Prodigal Son] Summary: Malcolm wasn't one to go out looking for love. When he met (Y/n), it simply hit him like a train. He felt like he was balancing on the line between healthy and obsessive. Maybe that balancing act wasn't as scary as he originally thought it was.

Come Over

But I'm in the Business of Losing Your Interest Robert Chase X Reader [House M.D] Summary: [Season 1] Robert and (Y/n) visit (Y/n)'s parents. Something about being home- about seeing him in their home- brought forward feelings and fears that (Y/n) was certain they had buried.

New Perspective

If I Could Fly, I Doubt I'd Even Do It Kara Danvers X Reader [Supergirl] Summary: Kara and Alex come home to visit their mom. During the trip, Kara reconnects with an old friend. Catching up begins bringing up old feelings between the pair.

Everywhere, Everything

I Wanna Love You 'Till We're Food for the Worms to Eat Arthur Broussard X Reader [Skam: France] Summary: (Y/n) and Arthur were almost attached at the hip. What they saw as friendship was seen very differently by everyone around them. It took years for them to even consider that there may be more between them.

Orange Juice

We're Just Glad You Could Visit Martin X Reader [Another Round] Summary: Martin gets the chance to reconnect with an old friend. They're talk reveals just how much both of them changed and how much they've stayed the same. All that's left is to accept those things.

Strawberry Wine

These Things I Miss but Know are Never Coming Back Angus MacGyver X Reader [MacGyver (2016)] Summary: An old face walks back into the Phoenix Foundation and isn't surprised to be met with anger. They are left for pick up the pieces of something that they had been forced to break.

Growing Sideways

I'm Terrified that I Might Never Have Met Me Hannibal Lecter X Reader [Hannibal] Summary: After Hannibal fled the country, the F.B.I combed through anything that was left. A collection of notes from an old patient reveals that Hannibal may have convinced said patient to do the unthinkable.

Halloween

Your Hands are All Over My Scent Dean Winchester X Reader [Supernatural] Summary: Dean has gone missing. While Sam and Cas are left to panic, Dean has checked himself into some small motel in the hopes of clearing his mind. In actuality, the trip only forced Dean to confront the truth that he had been willfully ignoring.

Homesick

I Would Leave if Only I Could Find a Reason Rhydian Morris X Reader [Wolfblood] Summary: After a particularly rough day, (Y/n) hides away from everyone around them. When Rhydian tracks them down, (Y/n) explains just how tired they truly are of the people they have to spend every day with.

Still

It's Like I'm Still Here with You Jack Kline X Reader [Supernatural] Summary: [Early Season 15] After Chuck kills Jack, (Y/n) is left feeling guilty for grieving. Sam attempts to comfort them, only for (Y/n) to confess to something that no one had properly considered.

The View Between Villages

A Minute from Home but I Feel so Far from It Tenth Doctor X Reader [Doctor Who] Summary: The Doctor showed (Y/n) the beauty of the universe. (Y/n) adored it all. Now, (Y/n) is mere moments from seeing their family and hesitates. The Doctor is curious why going home seems to terrify (Y/n) so much.

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Bear!Price pt 10

“John!” He would never get sick of hearing his name on your voice. Grateful, even.

He steps up to the counter, hands empty. “Hello, Honey.” Your hands rub the hem of your shirt. You always work up a nervous energy when he comes to see you at work. He’s only done it one other time, and you didn’t kiss him, he doesn’t mind. A nasty worm gets under his skin. Maybe she doesn’t want to be seen with you.

“How’s your day, love?”

You smile as you relax into recapping your day so far. Your name gets called from the back from an unfamiliar voice. There’s something in the air that unsettles Price. “Oh, you haven’t met the new hire, yet, have you? Alex!”

The man that emerges from the back is vaguely familiar to Price. He’s lean, any muscles he has he hides under his clothing. His dark hair tousled on top his head and his smile is dopey and awkward, unassuming. There’s bandage poking out under his sleeve and his eyes are grey.

Alex comes forward, presenting out his hand as his smile doesn’t touch his eyes, “You must be John, then?” So she does talk about me.

Price minds his manners, feeling your gaze on him as he interacts with a stranger. Your stranger. “John Price.” He shakes the other man’s hand.

John is caught off guard by the tightness in his grip and the change in his gaze to something…else…Something John can’t put his finger on. It sets him on edge. John squeezes, Alex doesn’t flinch, but his sneer gets wider, knowing he’s got John unsettled.

He doesn’t notice the growling.

You clear your throat to break the obvious tension between the men. “Alex was talking about going shooting, but doesn't know the area.” Alex’s smile is wrong, a knowing glint behind it.

You touch his arm, softening his mood, “Maybe you two could find some time to go hang out!” Your suggestion was so innocent. John wasn't even sure if you knew what you were even suggesting.

John chuckled, “N-"

“That'd be awesome!” The younger man had a boyish charm to him that he can see has blinded you. John sees through his shit.

His hackles are raised.

John calls for you, pulling you aside, “I'm not sure if you should hang out with him, love.” He tried to gentle suggest.

You scoff, “Don't be like that. He's a nice guy and figured it'd be an easy way for you to make friends.”

“I don't need to make friends, Honey” John bristled at the thought of being forced to socialized. Bears are a solitary creatures, content to live in their area without mistake. Unfortunately for Alex, he’s in John's territory. “You're all I need.”

He leans in for a kiss, to make it known, but you keep him at bay, “John, he's a nice guy. Just give him a chance, okay?”

Price grumbled.

He agreed.

You celebrated.

“Alex, John said he’ll take you shooting.” Alex celebrated across the store.

There was something off that Price couldn't put his finger on. But he brushed it away; ignored it for you. Because it’s what you want.

And John's a sucker.

“She talks about you a lot.” Alex began again as both him and Price lumber their way to the shooting range. Price reminds himself that he's doing it for you. Anything for you.

Price hasn't been very chatty. Not on purpose. He couldn't get many words in between Alex's yammering.

So he gave up trying to speak, only interjecting affirmative grunts occasionally. Carrying his .17 rifle behind his back while he led the two of them to an approved range.

“We're ‘ere.”

John pulls out a water bottle to take a few swigs. He examined Alex as they got settled in the space. He was agile. His breath no heavier than when they started, a little sweaty, but nothing out of the ordinary. As if it's a warm up.

Price was suspicious of him., a gut instinct that pulls his attention away from his younger appearance and charm. It's not working on him, and they both knew it.

“What'd you bring to shoot?” Price grunts.

Alex pulls his gun from his bag, “A .12 gauge.” John rolled his eyes.

“You brought a shotgun out here to shoot?”

Alex paused, the fakeness to his smile dropped for a moment, that glint in his eye near deadly, “John,” He puts his gun aside, “Let's be honest to one another?” Alex offered the seat across from him, keeping the playing-ground equal.

John’s glad to finally drop the act. “Gladly.” He wrapped his arms across his chest, his beast’s feathers ruffled.

Alex begins, “We're only here because of her.” Only for her. “It's because she wants you to be nice to little ol' me.” His smile had a sharp edge to it, “Then we can stop bullshitting and end this shit.” He swipes his teeth with his tongue, dangerous.

John's beast began to growl at his threat. “You can go fuck yourself as far as I'm concerned, buddy.”

His grey eyes held a crazed beast behind him, that was no doubt. Price glanced down to his hands. His claws were out. A damned beast.

Price let himself get big, his fur beginning to cover any extra skin. The smaller beast transformed in kind; his limbs lengthening as he lands on all fours. A grey wolf stared back at him.

The bear roared.

He knew, of course. That damned scent that bothered him. It was this skinny, lanky wolf who touched what’s his.

The bear lurched forward and the wolf danced back. The bear rolled in the wolf's way, coming close to crushing the smaller beast. But the wolf was faster. The beasts survey each other in circles, teeth snarling. The wolf begins to …laugh.

The wolf was the first one to transform back, his stride untouched from beast to man. “Let it be known, bear.” He speaks, “I'm not here for her. I'm here for you.” A rough grunt comes from the bear. “You've made it so known that's she's yours, I just had to know who claimed her.”

“A strong shifting beast.” A pleased groan escapes from the man, “I couldn't imagine passing up the opportunity.” His smile didn't reach his eyes. “I will take what's yours,” they both come to a stop, “And I will kill you.”

They lunge at each other, claws out and taking chunks out of flesh. Luckily, the shifters will regenerate faster than you could ask questions.

The wolf man is able to scratch at John's face, tearing off a bit of cheek as he slashed at him. The sting felt like nothing at the moment, so Price tries to grab the meaty flesh with his teeth.

He lands his strike and pulls, hearing the muscle rip apart and the wolf man howled followed by a choppy laugh. Alex threw his head back, “I haven't felt this alive in years!” He proclaims.

John could only grumble under his breath. This shifter is not sane, that John knows. He must get rid of this threat before he even thinks about causing you any damage. He goes to aim for his throat, wanting to end this before it get any worse. But the man is too quick. Agile similar to the wind.

This time when the beasts clash, they drop their shifting forms and begin to grapple in their human forms. They are face to face. There's a trail of blood running down Alex's hairline but the shark-ish smile amplified the gleeful glint in his eye. Price tried to not admit how unsettled he was.

All his years in the military, he had taken out some of the most evil of powers. He was able to keep moving through a mission, regardless, of how shaken he was. But this. This…being was nothing like he'd ever seen before.

“You're going to leave this town and turn back now or else-"

“Or else what? You finally fight me?” Alex sneers.

Price used his body weight to throw them both off balance, rolling with the move in order to pin Alex down under him. He's got him effectively pinned, but still, Alex smiles as he look into the face of the bear.

“I tear you from limb to limb for stepping on my territory.” He growled, pushing him further into the ground.

Alex still smiles, “Big bad bear is really grumpy, huh?”

A bear claw comes down and slashes his face, a set of three ruining that pretty boy face of his. The claw wrapped around his throat, blood pouring from the wounds and sliding down to soak into his fur. “The only reason you’re not dead is because my girl would be unhappy. So run. Run and if I ever see your face again I’ll make sure you’re bird food.”

The wolf shifter finally had the nerve to look worried, reaching up to grip the bear paw crushing his windpipe.

Price wasn’t a man to give second chances, but since his retirement—since you, he’s tried to be more lenient and forgiving. It would prove to be a mistake.

John let the wolf man escape his clutches. They stared at each other for a moment, no words being exchanged. Then Alex bolts into the forest.

“How was hunting with Alex?” You ask him later.

John kept his face neutral as he answered, “He didn’t show up.”

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CHOIRSONA 10!!!

10 of these..

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Isabella: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Milo will and will not eat.

Phillip: Grass? Yes!

Isabella: Moss? Yes!!

Phillip: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Isabella: Shoelaces? Strange but true!

Phillip: Worms? Sometimes!

Isabella: Rocks? Usually nah.

Phillip: Twigs? Usually!

Isabella: Paloma's cooking? Inconclusive!

Alex: How did you… test this?

Isabella: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it.

Alex: ... I don’t know how to feel about this.

Paloma: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Lemon: Hi.

Diego: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell them?

Lemon: I did.

Diego: And what did they say?

Lemon: “Thank you.”

Diego: You’re totally welcome. What’d they say?

Lemon: They said, “Thank you.” I said “I love you” and Carrie said, “Thank you.”

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Seymour : Hey, Joe said he's coming over this afternoon.

Paloma: Cool.

Seymour : Do you know who Joe is?

Paloma: JOE MAMA!

Arabella, not even looking up from their phone: Damn, that backfired.

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Amira: What should I do?

Tanya: *holds out hand* May I suggest dinner with a friend?

Amira: Well, none of my friends are available, so I guess I'll have to go with you.

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Diego to Carrie: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just...

Juno: Cockroach ankles!

Diego: Ye- uh, what?

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Leo walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Evi, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Evi, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

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Isabella: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Carrie: What changed your mind?

Isabella: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

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Diego, tearing up the room: Where are they?

Diego, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?

Diego: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.

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Robin, to the Squad: I’d die for you.

Emmy: Then perish.

Sarah Marie: You will.

Ire: Please don’t.

Echo: Cool.

Marcus: I’d die for you first.

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Arabella: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why?

Marcus: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group.

Arabella: ...

Marcus: ...

Arabella: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

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Carrie: I think it’s time I get my life in order.

Wren, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.

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Sarah Marie: Lemon, we tried things your way.

Lemon: No, we didn't.

Sarah Marie: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

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Huì yǐng: I am an expert at identifying birds.

Paloma: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?

Huì yǐng: Yeah, they're all birds.

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Evi: Hand me the people opener.

Gail: ...

Gail: Pardon?

Evi, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me!

Gail, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?

Evi: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?

Gail: Knife. It's called a knife.

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Ire: Here you go, Wren, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Wren: It's cold.

Ire: A nice cup of coffee.

Wren: It's horrible!

Ire: Cup of coffee.

Wren: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Ire: C U P.

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Echo: I'm tired.

Calypso: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Echo: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

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Leo: I'm tired.

Alex: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?!

Leo: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

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Juno: If you want my advice-

Diego: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Juno: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

Ire: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

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Calypso: You know the sound a fork makes in the garbage disposal? That's the sound that my brain makes all the time.

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Diego: Evi, my old friend!

Evi: I think you tried to kill me at some point.

Diego: That was obviously just my way of getting to know you.

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Echo: Social distancing says you shouldn't be within an elbow's distance of each other.

*later, in a barfight*

Echo: Social distancing doesn't say nothing about feet! *kicks opponent in the face*

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Isabelle, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because...

Isabelle, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

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Evi: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*

Amira: Evi, what did you think a tiger shark was?

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Alex: Shut up, you’re messing with my train of thought!

Lemon: I thought you didn’t have a brain and now you say you have thoughts?

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Calypso: You think you're smarter than everyone else.

Leo: I don't think I'm smarter than everyone else. I know I am.

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Calypso: So, according to my university, it is, quote, “my responsibility if there is an internet outage to contact the faculty and the department.”

Calypso: Now, if you’re a critical thinker like me, you might be wondering one thing.

Calypso: HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO EMAIL THE DEPARTMENT?!?!?!

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Lemon: Milo, you're my best friend.

Milo: Best friend? BEST friend?! Bitch, I'm your only friend.

Milo: I'M THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE OF TOLERATING YOUR DUMB ASS!

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Tanya: So, what, now I'm just supposed to do anything Paloma does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff?

Isabelle: If Paloma were to jump off a cliff, they would've done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Paloma jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.

Echo: You jump off a cliff!

Isabelle: Gladly, provided Paloma did first.

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