#i wanted to play a claw game and thought he'd be able to help

[cheshitora]

Hi cute new mootie <33 I was wondering about your selfship with Kazutora. How did you meet him??? What was your first impression of him??

Hey, pookie ♡ I'm so glad you asked. I have to say.. I like 'em a little crazy 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️ Honestly think I liked him off the bat. He's a little pervy, little flirty but that's okay since we matched each other's freak, and each other's crazy. It'll work out in the long run, that much I know for sure. Always wanted someone to be obsessed with me.. and now I do.

[jade-bright]

Got really into Spy x Family recently...my mind's been working.

Hear is my take on Sterek Spy x Family au:

Option A: Spy Stiles x Assassin Derek

"Stiles Jankowski", code name: Void, the FBI's (or some other organization's) best spy/agent, always gets his missions done and has never been caught. Man of many faces/disguises, a silent and deadly enemy to his assigned targets (for the purpose of being able to disguise him scent and hide his heartbeat, Stiles is at least a little magic in all of these). Stiles has lots of experience with dealing with the supernatural, like were's, darach's and many others . Nothing and no one has ever gotten the jump on him, until…

Derek Hale, code name: The Wolf, a born werewolf that later became trained as an assassin in order to take care of his little sister after their family died. If any of his targets were ever found, they'd be found with claw marks and more often than not, their throats ripped out, but...his victims are never found. Derek was never interested in romantic relationships, but Cora keeps telling him to "get a life," and he does, when he suddenly crosses paths with Stiles...

Option B: Assassin Stiles x Spy Derek

Derek Hale, code name: Alpha, born wolf whose whole family was murdered and then later on he became a spy. Because of his training and werewolf abilities, Derek's the best spy the organization has got. He's always able to find and get the jump on his targets once he's locked in on their scent/heartbeat, it's game over for them. The same reason, no one's able to get the jump on him, until there's one person he doesn't immediately catch a scent or heartbeat...

Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski, code name: Little Red, took up the career path of an assassin as a way to inadvertently help his Sheriff father with the bad guys that get away. In his training, he learned how to hide his scent and heartbeat in case any of his targets were shifters, and sometimes he forgets to turn off his "ilusion." Despite how much his boss nags at him, to quit "playing with his food" he's never gotten caught, scratched and bruised sure, but it's worth it in order to cause his victims a little mischief. Everyone in his life is bothering him about finding someone, and he firmly believes he'll never find someone. That is until he runs into one Derek Hale, who promptly asks him to marry him...

Option C: My thoughts - Spy Stiles w/Yor's personality x Assassin Derek w/Loid's personality

If you watched the anime, you might agree with me. Yor's personality as a civilian fits Stiles', meanwhile Loid's fits Derek more. However, in their jobs, I think Stiles would be better suited for what Loid does for his job as a spy, especially with how it seems his spy identity as "Twilight" is kinda treated the same way as how some fics I've read treat "Void" as being another identity Stiles can take. It's hard to try to think of how Derek works better as an assassin rather than a spy, seeing as, in either job, he'd be offing people, but also, the acrobatics, feats of incredible strengths AND reflexes that Yor does as a civilian and assassin are definitely things I could see Derek doing, probably because that's how he was in the show.

Now I have like basic ideas for how Eli would be included in any of these options, in terms of how Sterek come across him and go into choosing him. But, remembering the "OG" purpose of Anya having been adopted, (infiltrating the school to get closer to a target), that's where my brain hasn't worked much ideas and plot for him. But if yall want to know how I think Eli is introduced in any of the options, let me know.

[digi-dest-stories]

Prompt: Imagine if male virus type Digimon had Digimon and were girl dads-

Devimon, Beelzemon, VemomMyotismon.

god the ideas, I love girl-dads

I'm assuming when you say that the Digimon had Digimon, that they have like Digimon daughters of the sort. At least that's how I interpreted it, you can correct me if I am wrong.

Devimon

Daughter: Luxmon

He adopted her after his brother died, so she was technically his niece. But he treated her more like his daughter

He tended to keep her life separate from his job. He wasn't doing anything truly evil by any means - Just something a tad more morally gray. What exactly that was, he never clearly answered, so she didn't push

Whatever she wanted, he did his best to fulfill

Tea parties? Done, complete with an actual tea set and some of her other friends (They were scared of her dad at first but he was able to ease their fears)

Dress up? Sure, her closet was full of different costumes taken from the Human World, each modified to better fit her wings. Astronaut suits, chefs/bakers, adventurers, etc.

Her room was full of gifts from her dad, from toys to clothes to silly items that she thought were interesting or intriguing. And he always spent time with her when he could

It was nice!

Beelzemon

Daughter: Calumon

To be honest, he was not at all ready to be a dad

He had just found Calumon randomly while on a nightly ride in the desert, cowering in the sands. He had been planning on dropping her off to the nearest village

He didn't think that he'd end up keeping her around. It was a bit awkward at first, given how she was curious and constantly jumping around. Going to areas she shouldn't be in and giving him heart attacks 24/7

He acts annoyed by it, but he was fond of the little mon. She constantly roped him into playing games, doing silly little things like dress up and tea parties

If anyone saw him doing that, they'd never tell a soul. Mostly because he would threaten them with deletion if they dared to even think about telling anyone about his daughter and their games

She's always with him. It isn't exactly the safest thing, but it was either take her with him or leave her alone for long periods of time. He... didn't really have a place to stay, and was constantly on the road.

He tried his best to keep her happy. He wasn't planning on being a dad before, but he was one now, so he just had to do his best with the life they lived

VenomMyotismon

Daughter: BlackGatomon (Originally a Salamon)

For starters, he treats her a lot better than his show counterpart

He adopted her when she was a Salamon wandering about, and he was a Myotismon in a large castle. He had been intending to use her as a minion, but ended up growing attached to her

His other minions and servants noticed the attachment he was growing, which most were surprised about, given his nature

Some tried to challenge Salamon after noticing this, only to get their butts kicked by the scrappy little thing. It made Myotismon rather proud, seeing her hold her own

He was even prouder when he saw her digivolve. She was still small compared to him, especially after his own digivolution to VenomMyotismon. But she sure hadn't lost her scrappy and prideful nature

They never really did anything too 'girly'. She was never fond of the things and he wasn't really interested in doing it if she was. They found other ways to bond though

She definitely has him wrapped around her claws. He lets her do whatever she wants, so long as she doesn't mess up any plans he has and agrees to help him out from time to time

He definitely doesn't like her hanging out with that one Sorcerimon that serves him. He won't say anything yet, but if that mon does anything to his daughter that will definitely change...

Mod Note: I am writing this really late at night for me, so some ideas or bullets might seem strange. If anyone notices something that doesn't seem consistent, please let me know so I can fix it in the morning.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

nhw greats powersets and trigger events <3 finally making this post bc i keep talking about them and in my head im like yeah everyone knows about min double trigger event everyone knows alphonz dissociative breaker state this is common knowledge wdym!!! and then i remember i have not discussed it At Length in a full post i have only discussed it with ros and mac. throws them at you like a softball

Strider (hero name Bracer)

lived in foster homes for most of his life and aged out of the system. ended up homeless on the streets for a good few years and lived under near constant stress. he triggered when he got followed around the city by a gang of asshole rich kids and got beat the fuck up!! badly!!! he didn’t originally want to be a hero, but virion’s dad found him and asked him to help protect the city with him and flora

mover 2: uses short bursts of super speed/strength to travel short distances, can be used for climbing, jumping, running, etc. bursts of enhanced speed/strength last for a few seconds at most, and needs a few seconds of rest in between each burst

thinker 5: has an innate sense of most enemies' physical vulnerabilities just by looking at them and can deduce the best way to take them down in seconds

striker 3: enhanced reflexes. deflects attacks faster than any human should be able to. uses bursts of speed/strength to deliver harsh hits to weak points. often uses knives, brass knuckles, and other short range weapons to add more punch behind his blows

stranger 5: similar to pd william's “hide in plain sight” ability (or imp from worm's powers). may be seen but not noticed. blends in perfectly with a crowd. no one questions his presence and doesn't realize he's not supposed to be somewhere unless they REALLY think about it. he’s very hard to focus on, especially if the people he's around are focused on other things. he can't always control this power and may occasionally go unnoticed and ignored in his own group until he purposely makes his presence known. could literally stand in front of a villain's face and they would just talk over him unless they stopped to Really Think About It

Grayson (hero name Gauntlet)

second gen cape!! mother was a cauldron cape tinker who specialized in medieval architecture and father was a case 53 cauldron cape hero in new haven. his parents were separated and he often stayed with his mother, who was typically too busy to pay much attention to him. this resulted in him playing around the towers of their castle when he was ten, falling out the window of an unfinished tower, and breaking his ankle. he stayed on the ground alone and screamed for his mother until his voice was hoarse and triggered half an hour after the initial fall. upon triggering, some of his father's physical traits manifested, and he gained small horns, fangs, claws, and a tail

tinker 4: specializes in medieval armor and weapons, can incorporate technology and modern materials into creations for greater protection and damage. makes armor and weapons for alphonz, gus, and strider (and himself ofc). no other powers aside from that but is still quick, light on his feet, and very capable in battle. not to be underestimated!!!

Ram (hero name Bullseye)

he lived in houston texas as a teenager/young adult. he was Really Fucking Stupid in college and drunkenly played russian roulette with a group of close friends. the bullet changed places many times throughout the game as the gun changed hands, and by the time it got to the last of their friends, they thought the bullet was in another chamber and that he'd be safe. ram's friend ended up accidentally shooting himself, and ram triggered immediately!!! solstice and gauntlet traveled to texas at solstice's recommendation and ended up recruiting him

thinker 5: enhanced visual perception. can't help but pay attention to dozens of small details up close, so small things moving and people fidgeting are incredibly distracting and can be very overwhelming. perception is much better used from distances, where he can perceive small details in order to gain information or pick targets. near perfect accuracy when shooting targets from distances up to 30 meters (~100 ft)

tinker 3: proficient with guns. not good at inventing new kinds of guns or making them from scratch, but he can repair and upgrade any kind of existing firearm. immediately proficient in handling/shooting any new firearm he's given

Min (hero name Icewalker)

she lived in a nice city on the east coast called ranz <3 she'd been studying physics and math in college and was walking back to her dorm with her Good Normal Friend peter sqloint when it started to rain, and then the attack happened and everything went to shit!! she triggered when leviathan directly attacked her college and she saw the bodies of her dead classmates, gaining her hydrokinesis powers. tide found her and directed her to a shelter, but the shelter was attacked and destroyed as well, collapsing around her and trapping her legs under the rubble, and she immediately triggered a second time and gained her changer abilities. the greats freed her from the rubble and got her somewhere safe and she decided to move to fauna with them

shaker/blaster 7- hydrokinesis. controls water in a similar way to tide, but can also change the state of the water she controls by freezing or evaporating it at will, allowing for long distance attacks with ice. limited to a radius of 50m (~160ft)

changer 6: can change parts of her body into water, ice, or vapour, but never the vital parts like anything in the head or torso. often uses abilities to summon ice spikes all over her body for protection, change limbs to ice blades to fight, or partially turn into vapour or water to avoid getting hit. often extends her legs into tall spikes of ice and walks around towering over buildings like some horrifying harbinger of icy death <3

Chungus (hero name Barbarian)

okay fuck you his name is gus and chungus is a mean nickname from school. he only lived with his mother and was held back multiple times in school. he was bullied horribly for this!!! he did a lot of sports but being the best wrestler on the team did not save his ass from teenage cruelty. his trigger event happened after gym class one day, when he waited to be alone in the locker room to take a shower, but a group of other students came back in as soon as he was undressed and beat the shit out of him. badly!!! he triggered in the middle of it, and when they decided they were done and left him there, he went home and skipped the rest of the school day. solstice eventually found him and recruited him

Brute/Changer 4-8: similar to lung from worm, in that he gets stronger the longer a fight goes on. goes from being able to lift up a truck to being able to potentially lift an entire building. his body gets bigger than it already is, muscles get stronger, and his skin gets tougher and harder. it doesn't become completely invulnerable, but simple weapons like knives won't break skin. injuries heal at a much faster rate, healing almost less than a second after they're made, and could even reattach dismembered limbs if he's quick enough. killing him late in a fight would likely take decapitation, bisection, or some other form of dismemberment that severs his vital organs from each other, and even then he will be conscious for much longer than a normal person would be before dying

Alphonz (hero name Justice)

he lived in a midwestern city and was a Good Little Catholic Boy <3 then the simurgh attacked on a random sunday while he was in church and he lost his entire family, and he triggered!! he went. a little off the rails, believing his powers came from god, and he threw himself into religion and devoted himself to getting stronger with the intent to rid the world of fear and destruction, with his end goal being to one day fight the simurgh and kill her himself. some of the greats were there for the simurgh attack, and they found him in the remains of his church dissociated as hell and in his breaker state, and stuck with him through the entire quarantine period. while he hasn't been talked down from wanting to kill the simurgh, he has been convinced to take his training slow and focus on bettering the world on a smaller scale in fauna (at least for now)

breaker 8/blaster 5: his body turns into light in his breaker form. the air around him within a 5m (~16ft) radius heats up, and light around him bends and gets sucked towards him like he’s at the centre of a black hole. shapes of light may begin to form around him, throwing off the perception of those looking at him. if he's in his breaker state long enough, he may form wings of light. can touch things in his breaker state, but his touch burns. can also turn into completely intangible beams of light, and can fire superheated rays of light from his hands. becomes emotionally volatile in breaker state, which will lead to him either being very quick to anger and impulsive, or being unresponsive and dissociated. he may involuntarily enter his breaker state if he's afraid, upset, or otherwise distressed. finds it very hard to leave his breaker state!!

[undergrounddweller89]

Morning Routine

For @holdyhope

Post the game and Kale didn't die and Chai and Kale live together.

Their morning routine heh depending on their mood can be frisky, slow caresses, bodies entwined until they reach a moment of bliss.

But this morning the mood is sweet tender as Chai curls up to him , Kale can't help but play with the soft brown hair that tickles his nose.

"Come on now Chai, you know we have to get up today."

"Don't wanna...do we have to?"

Kale listened to Chai's whining, it was adorable really as Chai snuggled up closer to him, he himself didn't want to get up he was too comfortable and cursed that jobs existed.

"We do, I know I don't want to....how was it you put it...ah...yes, I don't want to Adult either, but alas we must."

Kale chuckled, brushing back Chai's hair and kissing his forehead, Chai looked up at him pouting with puppy eyes

"Put that bottom lip away before I bite it."

"Promise?"

Chai replied playfully, even though his eyes were still half closed from sleep.

Kale gave him a playful nip which had Chai squealing and blushing.

"Alright I'm getting up."

Kale didn't see Chai move at all.

"You're not moving though."

Chai looked at him with an eyebrow raised and a smile

Kale blinked and then scoffed

"Behave young man and get ready , we both have things to do today."

"We could do each other."

The younger man purred placing a hand on his chest.

Kale took him by the wrist and rolled them over

"Stop trying to get out of work by tempting me, I've purposely turned off my sensation receptors , because we know damn well I wouldn't be able to resist you and the things you do to me."

Kale chuckled leaning down and kissing him , slow and soft.

"I thought you said you couldn't feel anything?"

Chai's answered , cheeks flushed, having Kale on top of him like this was driving him crazy.

"Are you sure we can't just..."

Kale smirked

"I'll make an exception for you , you can take care of me later after work."

He purred against his ear , nipping at it, as a hand slipped under Chai's bed shirt ,his claws traced over Chai's chest , tinking lightly against the glass and across his belly down lower.

"Will you take care of me after work?"

Chai nodded , reaching up to touch his lover to hold his face and stroke his chest, he smiled , realising Kale was straight up lying he'd only turn everything off down below, the flushed cheeks gave him away but he wouldn't argue it as his lover caressed him so intimately.

(okay There's a little bit of spice shush)

After a few minutes Chai was curled up and holding onto Kale, whimpering and breathless.

Kale sampled the prize in his hand only to wipe the rest on Chai's shirt.

"Would you look at that you're all dirty now you have to get out of bed."

Chai rolled his eyes and laughed

"Love you to Kale."

Pulling his shirt off he was about to throw it on the floor

"Ah ah, we have a hamper in the bathroom, the floor is not your floordrobe or the dirty laundry basket."

Chai couldn't help but huff

"Fiiiiine."

As Kale sat on the edge of the bed , Chai took his chance to cling onto his back like a koala. A hand playing with Kale's hair and gently kissing the back of his neck

"Carry me?"

Kale looked across the room , the bathroom was adjoining, he shook his head a little and let him do as he pleased...damn it he was too soft on him.

"My own personal stallion."

Chai teased

"Say that again and I'll open my back panels and drop you."

Kale retorted.

"You wouldn't."

Kale scrubbed his face with a hand and laughed affectionately at Chai's response.

"I don't know, I might... alright now off my back and sit down on the toilet seat, you always splash."

Chai climbed down and made an offended sound at Kale's remark

"No I don't."

Kale who was getting his tooth brush looked at him with a raised brow and Chai felt like a guilty puppy.... because yes he did.

"Alright, alright, I'm sitting."

Parking his ass on the loo he balled up the shirt he still had aiming it for the hamper

"He shoots, he scores!"

Kale who was currently brushing his teeth just rolled his eyes smiling, damn it Chai was so fucking stupid cute , he needed to brush his teeth or he'd get cavities from how adorable he was.

After they freshened up in the bathroom.

Kale was dressing in his usual suit, purposely not facing Chai, he hadn't told him this but he liked being surprised by what random shirt his Lil Rockstar would put on, he wished he had half the confidence Chai did to just wear whatever he wanted.

"Hey Kale, where's my red scarf?"

"Behind the headboard after you used it to tie me up last night."

Kale bit his bottom lip at that, Chai was surprisingly good with knots

"Yeah that was funny, despite you being tied up I was still bottom."

Kale turned about to reply when he saw Chai ass up in the air , of course it was flat as a side walk, but it was still Chai's and well....he silently crept up behind him , he just couldn't resist, and spanked him, laughing at the squeal Chai let out

"You can get mad, it was worth it."

Chai smirked , wiggling his hips invitingly

"What if I said, harder Daddy?"

"Behave, I'll go make coffee you finish getting ready."

Chai moved to his knees on the bed and adjusted Kale's tie, pulling him in gently for a sweet kiss

"Alright, you know how I like my glace."

"Yes, more sugar than actual coffee."

Kale's hands slid around Chai's body holding him close, maybe he needed to kiss him just a little more, just a little deeper, eyes closed and tasting him, claws lightly pressing into his skin, Chai was temptation in itself to him, his resolve would crumble if he didn't let go.

"You gonna make your 'world famous' waffles this morning ?"

Kale asked hopefully, nuzzling Chai's cheek and neck and placing a kiss against his ear.

"Absolutely, busy day we're gonna need them."

Vandelay ruffled Chai's hair and reluctantly let him go

"Be out in five minutes then."

"Yes Master Vandelay, anything to service you."

Chai answered, his voice seductive and that playful little wave had Kale nearly walk back from the door and rip off the one item of clothing Chai was wearing.

Kale looked at him making a whining frustrated sound , stomped his foot and walked off.

Not five minutes later Chai came strolling out, not even wearing his scarf, he had a pair of blue jeans on , but ....he was wearing one if Kale's shirts half tucked in, tie loosely tied and one of his jackets with the sleeves rolled up.

Kale stared and stared, before pulling out a handkerchief and stabbing the dribble of blood coming from his nose.

"Damn it Chai you really are trying to get out of work this morning aren't you."

"I mean I could spend it under your desk."

"Chaaaai stop it."

Chai felt shivers go down his spine at the growl in Kale's voice, oh the things it did to him.

"Alright, alright I'll make the waffles and I'll be a good boy."

Kale inhaled slowly, he was not going to give into temptation no. Not again, this wasn't going to be their morning routine of Chai flirting with him into being late.

Another twenty minutes and Chai was plating up waffles , he'd been singing and shaking his hips to the song on the radio and Kale had watched him the entire time, trying to take his mind off of it , talking a out work , the weather.

Chai set Kale's breakfast down , golden brown waffles with a cinnamon and a scoop of ice cream, something Chai made when Kale was going to have an especially busy day.

With sliced strawberries.

Kale still marveled that Chai could cook but words like proposition were lost on him....

"There you go big guy, waffles with love."

Chai smiled warmly, kissing his cheek.

That was it , that was what did it, words of love with Chai's charm that Chai didn't even realise he had.

He could excuse why both of them were late.

Pulling Chai on his lap and kissing him he smiled, know what.

This was a wonderful morning routine.

[mxltifxnd0m]

imagine sam being a hypervigilant parent when his kids start using the internet bc when he was like 12 he used to go in chat rooms and play games with other people (who he supposed to be his age ofc bc he’s smart) and he met someone who he thought was a rlly pretty girl who understood him and was totally hot wanted to meet him and they were in the same area but they never ended up meeting bc he left town on the day it was all supposed to go down (he begged john to stay but john is a cunt so he was like “naur”) and like a few days or weeks later (however long it’d take to forget it) there’s a news report on a child trafficking ring that’d got busted and if they showed the photo they used to try catfish ppl sam would be like “shit” in his head and he never talked to anyone about it because he thought ppl would see him as stupid.

anyways cut forward to now and ur like proper confused as to why he’s so hypervigilant like “urm why r u such a helicopter parent around the kids” obvs you’d be protective too but he’s a different breed

also side note he kept them off the internet until like they started middle school and even then he was reluctant, if he had the full say he wouldn’t have allowed them on the internet until high school

yeah then he tries to keep it from u bc he’s scared you’ll see him as less masculine and more stupid so you two drift until it kinda turns into a big(ish) argument but eventually in bed after the kids have gone to sleep u ask him and play with his hair and he breaks down and tells you everything and how he still thinks about it to this day and you just comfort him as he holds you suffocatingly tight, like veins are visible he’s using that much force and his biceps are flexed and his boob is twitching like in that one scene in s1 where he’s shirtless fresh out the shower (i heard it’s a nervous twitch idk) but yeah and you just make him feel loved and comforted through and through

then when the kids are old enough for the story to be comprehensible to them he tells them and they understand and make sure they’re careful (obvs there’s still gonna be arguments bc they’re teenagers but ygm)

-💽

oh god this is going to break my heart T_T but i could believe this happening to sam because he probs would have unrestricted internet access when he had the chance to be on a computer in the local library so he would be playing games and going on chat rooms. but lets not forget that his boy is 12 and doesn't exactly know the rules of the internet since they weren't well established at the time.

but yeah i think he would have a negative outlook and berate himself for being naive and so trusting of people on the internet and it puts him off of chat rooms and any kind of social media. and im of the mindset that he wouldnt be a fan of dating apps because we all know the catfish rate on those loll

ooh yeah he would be so anal about having screen time for your kids and limits them and has parental control on all of his kids devices and checks it constantly for what your kids are doing and you figured that this was just for his peace of mind but you thought it was a bit excessive but you let it happen. but yeah i agree the fact he'd try to keep them off of the internet as long as possible but his kids are smart and are able to work around it (they just go to you if they need help with it and what not) but he knows its inevitable that his kids need to use it for school and what not.

ooh i could see this becoming a big argument because he might become really overbearing with his kids and being paranoid about who's out there on the internet and he's kept this to himself for so long (he hasn't even told dean about this) and when you do argue about it, he eventually blows up and admits to what almost happened to him when he was younger and you let him talk it out and comfort him. now you know why he's been overbearing with the kids and them being online.

ughh please don't put that in my mind because i will start clawing at the enclosure i get put in when i see a half-naked sammy (i will be putting this key detail in my next smut fic trust lol) but yes he just needs to hold you as he calms down and falls asleep as you coo in his ear telling him he's safe and loved and other warm sentiments as the two of you calm down from the argument and all of the big emotions that were expressed that night.

and yeah i fully believe that he tells his kids about his experience when they're older so they can understand the full gravity of the danger on the internet. they would be understanding just like their father but before he admits it to them, they're definitely stubborn and they kinda roll their eyes at him being like 'we know what we're doing' and being stubborn little shits like him lol

[sorcerous-caress]

I was smiling the whole time while reading that lmao but honestly I think the only way a bad ending Sean could be brought back is by his tiefling mother Bayarmaa or a romanced Tav/Durge/Origin. Honestly Bayarmaa would probably be the only person from his past he wouldn’t turn on and not because that’s his mom but because he literally can’t find anything to judge her for. If he ever was brought back he’d probably break down not being able to handle what he became. He only ever wanted to help people like his mothers helped people, how they helped him. He’d probably be torn between going back to helping people or running off never to be seen again and dying alone and he hated being alone, the start of his romance is a scene where he asks to stay the night with you because he wasn’t used to sleeping alone. But with the Bad Sol vs Bad Sean stuff I honestly think he’d actually have fun doing that because honestly he likes killing more than he would like to admit and I honestly think he’d like the cat and mouse game. Leaving trails purposefully, taunting Sol in the shadows of a cave or forest, leaving notes in his empty cage telling Sol to step it up, etc. I think he’d be disappointed whenever it ended, thinking there wouldn’t be anyone else who put up as much of a fight as Sol did. Also a last minute thing I thought of is Bad Ending Sean cutting off the Robin tattoo on his face that repeats his mom Robyn Hood because in some versions of Robin Hood he was originally a noble.

There is no greater irony than bad ending Sol and Sean forming a fun platonic friend-enemies cat and mouse relationship whilst their good endings would have them being awkward long distance half-friends at best.

Like the single sliver of goodness that came out of this dumbsterfire of bad endings.

Would those five years before Sol's death would be Sean's last ever experience of having something close to a "friend to play with" ?

And honestly? Probably Sol's, too.

They don't want to kill him. That's the thing. They want him alive until their own death kills him alongside them, probably the heat from their fire melting the gold and burying him under it, which is their ideal scenario if he just stopped escaping their claws for one second.

And I don't think their death would change him, if anything it would probably strengthen his resolve that greediness must be purged from this world, because technically it is the thing that called his last remaining "friend" who didn't hate him and kidnapped him on the regular so he'd be near them.

I'd like to think that Lae'zel would visit them once, at least before their death. Sol asks if she's here to kill them. They're at the end of their lifespan and tell her they'd prefer to die by her hand, but they must finish what they started. They want to go out by their own fire and nothing else. Lae'zel lowers her sword for once, bidding her friend goodbye and never seeing them again.

If Sol saw Sean one day with his ripped face tattoo, they'd say, "Oh no, now you're ugly, how tragic." Ignoring how their own body has been deforming and mutating lately.

Do you think he would purposely stay in his cell during the night and only escape in the morning? Just so he wouldn't be sleeping alone? Their lair is probably filled with people plus their family members. They've kidnapped many others.

Imagine if Tav wasn't even near either of them, just off on their own farm with Shadowheart raising sheeps and cows while baking applepie.

Meanwhile Sol is burning down a forest because Sean escaped into the woods and he is too quick to spot between the trees, he keeps taunting them with his shadows and they're getting fed up and started turning everything to ash.

Would Sean even know when they're gone? Or would time just pass without Sol ever showing up to take the gold he stole back. Suddenly, it's all over, no more chasing, no more games, no more fun. Their whole layer has melted upon itself, and everything is buried under a mountain alongside their molten bones. Just quietness, and he is truly alone.

[brawlstars-dragon-au]

may i humbly request some poco headcanons for this au..

Oh gosh Poco my boy- ask and you shall receive! (This one is VERY long thank you for your time 🛐🛐)

Poco's death, as of now, is unknown, even to him. One day, he woke up as a skeleton, clutching his trusty guitar. He always had a soul full of music and went off to explore this seemingly new world.

His attacks in this AU are quite similar, with his musical strums carrying quite a punch! Mostly, he plays a more upbeat tune to heal hid allies.

Currently I am working to redesign him slightly, but I have some notes to add on his design! His entire body is just the skeleton, no fur or feathered parts at all. In the redesign, I want him to wear some fake fur and feathers to replicate a fluffy, more friendly looking dragon.

The reason he wears fake fur and feathers is because as he played just as a skeleton with a hat and a tailored suit, he scared off some younger kids with his bones. Now, he's much more fluffy looking and approachable, especially for the younglings. He also uses small claw protectors on his hands so that he doesn't accidentally break his guitar strings (they are reinforced as well in case).

He slowly started to gain fame with his music as he explored the world, bringing songs that had a distinct ring to it. They were always a joy to listen to. Minus a few sour notes here and there, it's agreed that Poco is just very fun to watch perform.

It was in his expeditions with music that he met El Primo and Amber, fellow performers with their own craft. El Primo was an up and coming luchadar, while Amber was still finding what niche she could do in this growing world of entertainment.

Extra notes on Amber: She might've been a ribbon dancer or a baton twirler at this point! Her performances in the sky were really quite nice. She was happy, though other performers caught wind and were inevitably better than her, even with all the efforts she put in. This later led to her practicing with fire dances, as she learned her feathers were fireproof.

Back to Poco, while he played songs and did have a nice fanbase, they sadly left him for a bigger and much more popular band. This is based on old descriptions in-game. At this time, he nearly fell into a lot of sadness, feeling alone again as when he woke up after becoming a skeleton. He fell into a creative slump during this time.

When all hope was lost, El Primo and Amber helped him back on his feet to find his rhythm again. They stuck with their friend no matter what anyone thought. Now he's slowly building up his fanbase again at the park, becoming much more successful!

He's still part of the Bad Randoms band. He got invited on a few years back from Stu, who had seen a small show of his one day at a tavern. He and Stu became good pals a while back (I mean, who could be friends with Poco), and when Stu met him again he invited him on with a band that he and Buzz were forming. Buzz liked his vibes and they've been rocking ever since 🤘

Sometimes, he gets dreams of his time when he was alive. They're faint and far in between, but it slowly becomes clear it wasn't...recent. He'd been down under for a good few years, at least. Once he woke up crying, apparently seeing some loved ones in the dream. His heart, though now bound by magic, still missed them. If only he could remember their names.

Poco can play quite a few instruments! The guitar, ukulele, bass, banjo, harp, and keyboard. Oh, and maracas! He's got a whole collection at home 😎

He has a prehensile tail, which helps him carry his guitar.

He's very light, kind of like holding a couple of grapes /ref (seriously though, on average he's very lightweight. His bones were hollow as he was able to fly before, but now he cannot. Sometimes he gets dreams of flying, but it sort of spooks him out, even if it is fun.)

He has a lovely singing voice! Poco can do a few solid imitations of other brawlers' voices, and sometimes, they even help in brawls to disorient enemies in the bushes.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Detectives Den

Masterlist

Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

Taglist: in reblogs

You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!’

itadori yuuji x top!male reader. (wc; 1.3k)

#a/n: JESUS, AFTER MY DRAFT POSTING AT LEAST FIVE TIMES— IT'S DONE!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, football au, ftm itadori, exhibitionism, choking, spanking, rough sex, dirty sex, barebacking, no prep, dacryphilia, sir k., pet name (puppy), belly bulge, implied oral.

dim lights, the roar of people in the stands, the booming voice of the announcer amongst the crowd, cheerleading sqaud egging on their side in hopes of them outplaying the opposing team, and sweaty guys all lined up for a chance to win it; it was like every other friday night game. all the essentials were there.

your eyes locked with itadori’s light chestnut ones glistening with heart and motivation, he traced the opening in your movements; preparing for the golden opportunity to throw you the match winning pass. with your arms perched out in front of you he played his cards and took the risk, planting the ball right between your palms— calculated and clean you sunk the ball in-between your forearm and chest.

you had caught the toss, nothing less from the team's starting quarterback and receiver. together, you were a gnarly duo, the ultimate combination of talent.

carrying your team to victory was common practice for the two of you, there wasn't a single game that had happened throughout your third year career where you two hadn't been the mvp’s. just another notch onto the school's metaphorical belt, being a powerhouse school you had a reputation to uphold. you all had gone undefeated for years, another win was what you were known for— which also meant another reward for your puppy’s outstanding preformance on the field.

it was routine, a few months prior itadori was overwhelmingly titillated after a long and straining practice. he had outshined his fellow peers and you couldn't help but feel the need to help him relive some stress after a hard day; you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit pent up yourself. so from then on, every match you two would win and every practice he demolished, you'd drill his brains out as soon as you two found a little privacy.

this time was different though, you were horny, he was horny— he wouldn't stop rubbing up on you as you exited the field and that was your breaking point.

at the rate in which he was clawing to remove your jersey, you were sure he'd rip the fabric right in two; he was so needy. you're dizzyingly hot as you draw an arm around his waist, letting your fingers slide between the waistband and the hem of his boxers.

“yuuji, this is your last chance. you sure you wanna do this now? because i won't be showing you any mercy puppy. practice will be a pain when you can barely walk.” you growl and bite at the nape of his neck, the gravel in your tone twisting with your hot breath only made you even more irresistible. how could he say no?

“mhm, i can handle it sir! i’ll take all the cum you give my greedy pussy!” his confirmation was only useless banter, you already had his pants pressed down to his kneepads. his milky skin was so plush, his puffy ass was messily rubbing right into your palms; just asking to be spanked into oblivion.

itadori whimpered with the sensation your warm hands brought upon his sweaty ass— the moisture from running around made the dewy flesh erupt harshly against your palm. it was far louder than expected, you wouldn't be surprised if the suspicious noise turned a few heads your direction. but you didn't care, they could watch you break your boyfriend all they pleased, you were only there to reward him.

sloppily, you drag your half exposed boyfriend deeper under cover of the bleachers. you two were sheltered by the metal seating— rows of attendees still roaming around the area, just threatening to unveil the naughty act.

you're reaching over and rubbing the front of his cunt, hastily trying to stimulate his swollen clit while itadori attempts to push the length of your cock inside of his desperate heat. your rough, broad hands spread him wide, suddenly aware of how absolutely filthy he looks. the grueling approach of your palms flushing his creamy white complexion a profound sheen of red didn't do his drooling pussy any favours— but the way you bait the head of your leaking cock over his slit makes him shudder and his brain fizzle into mush.

his cheeks were completely battered, the sting of humiliation overthrew any pain he may have been experiencing. if not, the deliciously overwhelming stretch of your cock around his velvet walls surely did the trick. you plunge inside of him and he's lost in euphoria, mind unable to function with the motion of your thrusts.

“i thought you said you could handle it baby, where's all that vigor now?” he throws his head back as you snake a few fingers around his throat, teasing a few more before finally clamping down. his back arches into your chest pads, whining and vibrating with excitement; you couldn't tell if it was how nicely you were treating his pussy or how badly he wanted to be used like a ragdoll. either way, you continued to plant rough spanks on his ass while the hand around his neck steadied your hips right against his sweet spot.

he was losing himself, thoughts disconnecting from reality.

“i..c- can't sir! m’sorry, you're too big!” despite his protests, you continue to grind the head of your cock right up against his cervix. he's physically unable to fit anymore of your thick, pulsing length inside and frowns slighty— wishing he could take you deep enough to paint his tongue white.

“can’t? i don't do, can't, puppy.” sure enough, your balls twitch once, twice, as they delve deeper into his creamy womb— so messy and dumb as he bucks his hips weakily in an last ditch effort to stuff himself full. a groan rumbles throughout your body as his first orgasm of the night shakes your shaft wonderfully, body still insisting he draw out as much pleasure as humanly possible.

his cunt splatters slick down your cock, adding to the mess that was already stirring around his tummy. the more wetness that collected the more inviting his hole was to your shaft— his stomach forming a very prominent, round bulge that showed off your cock very well. a telltale sign that his guts were surely moving to match your jabs.

it's too full— he was too full— but you didn't stop, your seed spilling out of his pussy as the sounds from his underside blended with his beautiful moans to create a lewd symphony. he was so overstimulated and so enthralled, eyes slightly crossing together and hot, salty tears leaking from his eyes as you fucked him through the both of your highs.

his cock bounced so pitifully as your merciless reign of hip-thrusts didn't slow from when you two had started. with one last, wholly thrust your warm, potent cum pumped blissfully into his infertile womb— his cunt overflowing with semen that would soon be selfishly sucked in like the rest.

the changes to his body made you undyingly hungry; wave after wave of your twitching cock just resting inside of him, desperately wanting to breech those sweet walls once more. he was bottomed out, his spent hole gaping around seemingly nothing as your dick popped out with little resistance; the cum from both of your groins pooling into a small puddle in the grass.

the way you rocked in and out of his meek, useless body made his resolve crumble so easily. his knees buckled out from under him and sent him onto the ground below— you were in need of a reward yourself, were you not?

it took him a minute, but soon you had him neatly settled between your legs; eyes wide with lust when the grin sprawled across your lips gave him the go ahead.

his body was still perfectly able to preform simple actions and that meant he wasn't finished. fucking and feeding him from both holes was your goal and let's just say a few janitors observed the two of you leaving, the quarterback snug between your arms— unable to move properly without support.

[septicstories]

When Will You Realize (UNEDITED)

A/N: @you-said-yes is a bloody freaking genius and came up with this idea for the multiverse twins, and I'm in love. So, I'm gonna write this (Peter-centric, of course) and attempt to do it justice! I just hope I don't goof this masterpiece up too much.

Genre: Angst

Warnings: cursing (duh, it's me), family drama, Charles + Logan + Hank ignore Wanda and Pietro because they need Peter, very brief mentioning of a needle, sad Peter + Wanda + Pietro, Pietro having the nickname "Piet" (pronounced as the first bit of his name, not diet with a "p"), no beta readers or edits (sorry)

Word Count: 3.3k (3,380)

"Peter! The cops are here! ... again."

When Wanda had yelled that down to him, Peter only found himself sighing. What store manager is accusing him of shoplifting this time? Did that punk-ass kid behind the counter at 7/11 rat him out again?

But Peter didn't do anything about it.

Nope.

Well... actually... maybe a quick pick-pocket wouldn't hurt, right? Just see who the hell these cops are, maybe spook them when he says their names. Unless he already knows them, then that'd be weird.

Peter let go of the paddle he was using, calmly walking upstairs as time just slowed around him, nearly to a halt. He was greeted with three new faces, all three of the men. None of them looked like cops.

He went into the pocket of the man with hella sideburns, opening up his wallet, only to see a folded-up piece of paper instead of a badge.

After looking over the paper for a moment, Peter found himself grinning. This was a rental agreement for a car. These guys were from out of town.

Peter folded the paper, replacing it into the man's wallet before slipping it back into his pocket. And with new confidence, he went back to his basement and continued to play his solo game of ping-pong as he waited for the men to come down.

He heard one of the stairs creak, a sure sign that it wasn't one of his siblings. A very particular spot on one of the stairs made the most obnoxious creaking noise, and it was the only way he was able to identify anyone new.

"What do you guys want?"

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Peter just kept going from one end of the table to another, waiting for his brother to come down so the two could go even faster.

"I didn't do anything!"

Of course, that was what he was waiting for before the cops showed up. But now, he was just waiting for them to all get down here. He was just showing off at this point.

Peter dropped his paddle once again, slowly stretching across his couch. Well, slow for him. To the three men, it probably looked like it happened in the blink of an eye.

"I've been here all day."

A shit-eating grin spread across his face as the three men turned to him, one staring at him as though he were an animal at the zoo. The other two seemed exasperated.

"Just... relax, Peter. We're not cops--"

"'Course you're not cops, if you were cops, you wouldn't be driving a rental car." Peter interrupted.

"You're not cops?"

Peter didn't even hear Pietro come down the stairs.

"How'd you know we got a rental car?" the man with long hair and sunglasses asked.

"I checked your registration while you were walking through the door." Peter shrugged.

"Peter!"

Wanda must've recently come down as well, as she lightly smacked Peter's shoulder, like a scolding mother rather than an older sister.

"I also had some time to kill, so I went through your rental agreements and saw you're from out of town." Peter's shit-eating grin just spread across his face, before it dropped into a look of confusion. "Are you FBI?"

Peter shot up, grabbing the nearest wallet, which came from the guy with sunglasses. Nothing that a cop would carry. But there was a business card.

"Nope, you're not cops," he said in a near-mumble, reading the card.

"Peter!"

"Hey, what's with this Gifted Youngsters place?" Peter asked, ignoring his sister's scolding tone as he dropped the wallet, heading over to one of his many mini-fridges.

Peter grabbed two popsicles out of the fridge, slightly melted but still solid, handing one to his brother before beginning to munch on one.

"When I knew him, he wasn't so... young."

That was all he caught out of the conversation the three men had.

"Young?" Peter asked with his mouth full. "You're just old!"

"Peter, don't be rude," Pietro said, opening his popsicle and beginning to eat it at a monstrous pace.

"Both of you, stop!" Wanda said, her eyes beginning to shimmer a bright red color.

"So you're not afraid to show your powers." one of the men said.

"Powers, what powers?" Wanda squeaked out, her eyes flaring red before returning to their usual color.

"You see something strange here?" Pietro asked, leaning against Wanda with an empty popsicle stick in his hand.

"Nothing anybody would believe if you told them?" Peter asked, a massive smirk on his face.

When he saw the tired look on one of the men's faces, he did a little internal victory dance, patting himself on the back for that.

With the cockiest fucking look on his face, Peter went over to the pong machine in his room, turning it on.

"So who are you, what do you want?"

"We need your help, Peter."

"With what?" Wanda and Pietro asked in unison, glaring daggers into the three men.

"To break into a highly secure facility. And to get someone out."

"A prison break?" Wanda asked, her eyes widening.

Peter just chuckled, smirking. "That's illegal you know."

"Well, only if you get caught."

"Okay, no. Peter's not going." Wanda said, her fists clenched by her sides.

Exactly as she said that, Peter asked "What's in it for me?"

"Peter, no, this is an awful--" "You, you kleptomaniac, get to break into the Pentagon."

Peter's fingers froze on the joystick, pausing. The Pentagon? The fucking Pentagon? Wait, were these guys actually cops? Like, undercover cops who are actually good at their jobs?

"How do I know I can trust you?" Peter asked, arching an eyebrow, slowly turning from the machine.

"Because we're just like you."

Peter stiffened, eyes bouncing between each of the three men. They all look normal, albeit a bit like hobos, but still normal. They didn't have any of the physical bits to a mutation, the lucky sons of bitches.

"Show him."

An absolutely disgusting squelching noise filled the room as the man with sideburns had bone breaking through his clenched fists, into a trio of boney claws, gnarly and super gross.

Peter's breath hitched as he watched, before gulping and nodding. "It's cool but it's disgusting."

"So? Are you coming with us?"

"No, he's not," Wanda spoke up again. "Listen, I don't know who the hell you are and why you're asking for Peter to help you break into the Pentagon, nor do I want to know who you're breaking out of the Pentagon, but my baby brother won't be joining you."

Peter rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Who are you to make decisions for me? I'm fucking 17, Wanda! I'm not gonna be staying in this damn house my whole life!"

Peter stood up, going over to his closet, and grabbing a backpack.

"Look, I know you guys are gonna drive me there and there's probably a plan. Fill me in on our way there. I need to bring food so I don't pass out on you guys."

"Peter, ple--" "We'll meet you outside. Thank you, Peter." the man with the sunglasses said as the three left the basement.

Pietro and Wanda shared a glance before heading up the stairs. "Wait for a second!"

Peter shook his head, grabbing the nearest box of food and stuffing it into his bag.

I'm not a baby. I'm 17. I can't stay here for the rest of my life because of humanity. I can't do that to myself. I'd rather be slaughtered for my mutation than sit the hell still and never leave this fucking house.

Pietro and Wanda couldn't keep him here. He loved them both to death, and he'd absolutely come to visit. But he couldn't stay. Even just a taste of adventure like this would be enough to sate him for the day. Maybe a few.

Besides, it wasn't like he was leaving for good. He was gonna come back. Probably. Y'know, assuming he doesn't get caught and shot to death.

Peter gulped.

That won't happen... right?

"Nah, I'll be fine," Peter mumbled to himself, grabbing another box of snacks and opting to grab a hair tie as well. The clock on his wall was ticking slower and slower the deeper into thought he got.

They wouldn't let him get hurt, right? He'd be a-okay.

"Slow down, you crazy child."

Peter stiffened for a moment.

That creaky stair was a blessing and a curse.

Reluctantly, he looked at Wanda, giving her a glare as time sped up. Pietro was right behind her.

"You're so ambitious for a juvenile."

Peter rolled his eyes again.

With this shit.

"But then, if you're so smart, tell me, why are you still so afraid?" Peter asked sarcastically, a scowl finding its way onto his face.

Wanda and Pietro give each other another look before they come closer to Peter. Peter went over to another side of his room, grabbing another box of food, this one already opened.

"Where's the fire? What's the hurry about?" Pietro asked, letting out a nervous laugh as he joked. The tension in the room was making everybody uncomfortable.

They get a bit closer, and Peter forcefully shoved what was bound to be a squished Twinkie into his backpack.

"You better cool it off before you burn it out. You got so much to do."

Pietro and Peter's eyes met, making Peter's resolve crack. Just a little bit. Not much. But a little bit.

Wanda's hand landing on his shoulder wasn't much help.

"And only so many hours of the day."

Wanda's voice was always soft and soothing. The Sokovian lullabies she'd hum to him when he was a child would sometimes play through his head when he was stressed out, and he'd even find himself mumbling the lyrics.

But not right now. Now wasn't the time for her calming voice. No, he had shit to do.

Peter brushed Wanda's hand off of him, storming away from them before speaking, "But you know when the truth is told, that you can get what you want, or you can just get old."

His tone was sharp, like a blade cutting open old sutures.

Pietro's brow furrowed, with a frown making its way onto his face, his own tone becoming less playful.

"You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through."

The scowl on Peter's face only deepened as he turned away from his siblings. He didn't need to hear all of this. Not right now.

Wanda, with that voice that made Peter want to cry, spoke up again. "When will you realize..."

Peter stiffened, a lump growing in his throat. They couldn't do this to him. They couldn't persuade him to stay. They couldn't do that.

"Vienna waits for you." Pietro and Wanda spoke together, Pietro's tone had softened a tad.

When the twins saw Peter's face when he turned around, their hearts broke a little.

Their younger brother had tears in his eyes, his mouth twitching as he took in one shaky breath after another. His mouth opened, only to clamp shut, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes tight.

Peter sped over to his dresser, digging through one of his drawers, in search of his goggles.

"Slow down," Wanda began, her voice making him stop for a single second. "You're doing fine."

Pietro piped up again. "You can't be everything you want to be before your time."

Peter clicked his tongue, fresh tears beginning to roll down his face. They had the motherfucking audacity to pull that shit on him.

"Although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight," Peter said sarcastically, turning around and spreading his arms out as he gave both of his siblings a teary-eyed glare.

To them, it probably looked like the glare of a child. Pathetic. Weak. Fragile.

Did he care?

"Tonight," he mumbled again.

Nope, not one bit.

Wanda took a step forward as Peter turned back around, still looking for those damn goggles.

"Too bad, but it's the life you lead," she said calmly.

She was going to start losing composure soon, Peter was sure of it. She had to crack soon. He wasn't going to let his dam burst anymore until he knows he's not the only one who wants to cry.

"You're so ahead of yourself that you forgot what you need."

Peter winced as though he just got a needle stabbed into his arm. A painful pinch that'd be sore for a bit, but he'd forget about it soon.

Wanda sent Pietro a glare, which made the other speedster back down a bit. But only a bit.

"Though you can see when you're wrong, you know you can't always see when you're right." Wanda and Pietro spoke at the same time, making Peter shiver.

It bugged him the hell out whenever they did that. Creepy as shit.

Wanda made it even creepier by repeating herself. "You're right."

She came closer as Pietro spoke. "You've got your passion."

"You've got your pride," Wanda said softly, taking Peter's shaky hands into her calm grip.

They need to stop. They needed to stop doing all that shit to him. They were trying to get him to stay. They shouldn't be doing that.

Peter yanked his hand out of Wanda's grip, his other hand grabbing his goggles before stuffing them in his pockets.

"But don't you know only fools are satisfied?" Peter said bitterly, staring between the twins.

He gulped as he watched Pietro glare at him, his arm going around Wanda as he did so.

"Dream on," Pietro said dully as Peter turned his back on the twins.

"But don't imagine they'll all come true." Wanda and Pietro did their freaky twin thing again, speaking at the same time.

Peter zipped up his backpack, just trying not to cry. He just needed to get past them, and into that car, and then it would be smooth sailing from there.

"When will you realize?" Wanda asked as Peter slung the backpack over his shoulder.

"Vienna waits for you." Pietro finished with a soft murmur.

Peter didn't even need to turn around for Pietro and Wanda to know what Peter's face looked like.

Hot tears burned down his face as he shoved past his older siblings, Pietro purposefully knocking Peter's shoulder with his own. A little thing they'd do when they knew they had a rough day ahead of them. A sign. A quick "good luck. I love you."

A sob got stuck in Peter's throat as he went up the stairs, hitting that creaky stair on the way up.

Wanda, with a defeated sigh, fell back onto the couch, burying her face in her hands. There wasn't any way to stop Peter. Once his mind was set on something, he was going to do it if it were the last thing he'd do.

She just worried that this would be the last thing he'd do.

Before Wanda could even speak, Pietro's hand rested on her back as he sat beside her.

"He'll be okay, Wanda."

Peter was about to leave, fingers grazing the doorknob before he paused.

He turned to the small stand by their front door, grabbing Wanda's locket from when she and Pietro were children. Carefully, he opened it, revealing pictures of Wanda and Pietro as children.

Peter's fingers clumsily fiddled with the locket before placing it around his neck before taking in a deep breath and wiping the tears from his face.

The front door of the Maximoff household swung open as Peter left the house, his hair falling in front of his face as he left, walking at a pace that seemed a tad bit too fast to be human.

The guy with sideburns was sitting in the driver's seat of the car while the two other men stood outside the car.

"Ready?" the man with the sunglasses asked.

Peter found much more interest in the markings on his shoes, staring down at his mixed shoelaces before giving a weak response.

"Yeah."

Slow down, you crazy child. Take the phone off the hook and disappear for a while.

Peter got into the back seat of the car, slamming the door shut as the other two men piled into the car. He swears he heard Pietro and Wanda in his head.

It's alright, you can afford to lose a day or two

His backpack got tucked by his feet on the floor of the car, buckling his seat belt before releasing a sigh. He wanted their voices out of his head. They needed to get out of his head, or else he may actually get fucking shot because he wasn't focused on the mission.

The Maximoff house was now quiet. The only noises came from the basement.

"When will you realize?" Pietro asked, his voice barely carrying over a whisper.

"Vienna waits for you." Wanda finished softly.

The two were leaning against each other on the couch that Peter called his bed, looking around the messy room.

A picture sat on his desk, the three of them all together and smiling. Peter was only eight when they took that picture. His two front teeth were missing from his massive grin, curly brown hair framing his face. He just looked... happy.

Peter, at that moment, felt far from that young kid he used to be. His arms crossed over his chest, doing his best to seem nonchalant. But he was stressed as hell.

In Sokovian, Peter mumbled to himself "And you know that when the truth is told, that you can get what you want, or you can just get old."

Peter could live with dying young. As morbid as it may be, he's accepted his mortality. He knew people wanted him dead because he didn't share the same species name as others.

His eyes looked out the window while the man in the sunglasses and the man with the sideburns spoke in the front seat. Hopefully not to Peter, because he wasn't paying attention.

Unfortunately, instead of seeing an empty doorstep, Pietro and Wanda were standing on the porch.

Pietro's hand was still on Wanda's back, and Peter could see the tear streaks on Wanda's face from within the car.

"You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through," the two whispered, Pietro beginning to choke up "Why don't you realize?"

"Hey, kid, you alright?"

Peter turned to look at the guy with glasses who sat with him in the back seat, nodding with pursed lips.

"I'm good, man. What's the plan?"

Wanda and Pietro still stood on the doorstep, watching Peter look away from them. Wanda bit her lip, looking down at the ground as fat tears streamed down her face.

"Vienna waits for you." she and Pietro were so choked up, their speech was barely audible. "When will you realize?"

Peter listened in on the plan, nodding, but once they stopped saying his name, he looked back out the window. His sister was in tears as Pietro wiped at his face, making Peter's eyes well up a bit too.

With all he had in him, Peter mustered up a small, sad smile on his face. Luckily enough for him, his siblings looked up right then.

Peter gave a small wave, getting teary smiles and waves from his siblings.

The car's engine roared to life, and the group began to pull away from the Maximoff house. Peter turned in his seat a tad, watching as his siblings grew smaller and smaller in the window as the car pulled away from the Maximoff house.

At the same time, the twins watched as the car pulled away from their house, Wanda's body shuddering as she kept in unshed tears.

Pietro let out a heavy sigh as Wanda's head hit his shoulder.

"He'll be okay, Wanda. He always comes out of these things okay."

"He's breaking someone out of the pentagon, Piet. I don't want him to... y'know."

"Yeah... I know."

Peter turned back around in his seat, letting out a heavy sigh of his own.

"They'll be okay." the man with glasses murmured beside Peter.

His only response was a nod and a yawn. "I'm gonna rest up real quick, okay? Save up energy, and stuff."

Because I'm absolutely fucking drained.

[koko-bopp]

Like I Need You

jeong yuno x male!reader

word count - 1K

genre - the holy Trinity of angst, sex and fluff

warning(s) - mature-ish, friends with benifits, fwb to lovers, self-doubt, minor friendzoning

synopsis - you've had this kind of relationship with Jaehyun for a while; the whole friends with benifits thing, and even despite the fact, you two maintain a healthy friendship. However, while all this is happening; Jaehyun kind of wants more. {Also very briefly inspired by like I need you by keshi}

A loud moan swept past your lips, your body shook at the response of Jaehyun calling you his good boy as his hands bruised the sides of your hips. His mouth was on your neck, ravishing up the skin like it had been untouched even though you two were in this position not less than four days ago.

"Fuck, you're so good for me," Jaehyun just couldn't get his hands off of you, and honestly, the feeling was mutual; you had a hand in his hair as the other was clawing his back; your nails sinking into the skin of his shoulder; hearing him whince and digging his fingers into his hips even harder was your response.

He didn't remember how tonight's meeting started, his only goal involved making you feel as sexually satisfied as possible; wanting to hear you moan his name, leave hickeys, bruises and scratches on his body and he'd happily do the same for you, look at him with lust-driven expressions with your tongue sticking out just to get him more riled up.

"J-Jae! Oh my god, I'm gonna–" You moaned, and ended up letting out a broken chuckle at the end of it as you felt Jaehyun smirk against your neck. You shut your eyes tight and allowed yourself to release onto yourself and Jaehyun, the orgasm hard enough to make your knees buckle and give you that sense of ecstacy.

Jaehyun let out a string of grunts and groans as he came, his breathing uneven for the duration before he looked at you through tired eyes, grinning at your, too, fucked out expression. He pulled out carefully, and even after you hadn't moved from his lap.

You had you mouth agape and just a bit of saliva falling from your tongue as you wiped your bottom lip with it, the dryness of constantly breathing from your mouth from how exhilarating this whole... experience was. You manage to catch your breath, only a little, but you smiled down at Jaehyun, "Wanna tell me again that I wouldn't be able to ride you?"

Jaehyun shook his head, closing his eyes for that moment before opening them to respond to you, his hands how having a softer grip on you as they moved up to support your back, "Not at all, I take back what I said, you– man, you just did all that so well."

You giggled, using the back of your hand to push away the hair that was stuck on Jaehyun's forehead and move it back with the rest of the lovely strands of hair.

It made Jaehyun nervous, because you were treating him like a lover, not that you can tell, because this thing has been going on for three months now;

The whole; 'bet-you-can't-[insert sexual act]'

İt was all fun and games, there was no competitive or aggressive nature to it, it was more like a gentle nudge to get one to sleep with the other.

Because usually if your friend said with clear indication of his statement being a joke; 'damn, you got a small mouth, bet you couldn't fit anything bigger than a Pocky stick in there' you wouldn't offer him a blowjob to prove him wrong.

Or maybe you would, but in this case, you did.

It just continued. You two would just visit each other with the intention of just watching a Disney movie only for Jaehyun to be on top of you right before the credits roll in.

This whole experience was definitely fun, but it made Jaehyun confused.

Because unknown to you, Jaehyun really likes you.

It wasn't just when you'd moan his name he'd feel a sense of pride; it would be when you'd pick him over the other boys when you needed help with something; he knew you could wrap any man you wish around your finger and yet he was always the one you wanted.

Sometimes the guys would talk about who they found attractive and make a few comments about what they liked about them, then you'd jokingly say that Jaehyun was the only guy you needed. It would make the brunet joyous as hell, but it was a joke, so he'd do his best not to get to him.

'Guys like Jaehyun are my type', you'd once said. Well, what was wrong with him? Guys that are 'like' him? Similar but not exact? What the hell does that even mean?

There were still guys you flirted with, dudes you'd gone out with, men who'd allow to touch you but never in the ways and with the intentions that Jaehyun had, but then these gentlemen would finally take the courage step to shoot their shot; but you always turn them down. Claiming they weren't the one you wanted.

Jaehyun loved touching you, feeling you and kissing you; placing his hands on your skin, leaving marks for the next guy who tries to make a move,

Maybe you think about him the way he does about you.

"What's wrong, baby?" You ask, you hadn't looked at him directly, still gently pushing the hair back that was making its way forward consecutively, but you'd seemed to notice Jaehyun lost in thought as he stared at you.

Jaehyun's heart stared racing, not the kind when you'd make the first move to climb onto his lap; but the nervous, uncovering of a secret kind.

He shook his head, smiling at you, "It's nothing," he said, "You don't have to worry."

"Of course I do," you sympathised, "What kind of friend would I be?"

Jaehyun swallowed hard. Friend? Was that all he was to you?

That, he wasn't sure why, but it really hurt. He dropped his gaze at you, desperately trying to look somewhere else as his mind dwelled on the word.

You noticed the behaviour, moving your hand down to his cheek so he could look at you. You had a pout on your lip, and Jaehyun wanted to lean up at kiss it, but he stopped himself as you spoke; "Are you gonna tell me?"

Jaehyun swallowed the lump in his throat, he was struggling to look at you, but he tried his best anyway. "[Y/N]...?" He started then stopped himself, hesitant.

"Yes, Jaehyun," you continued.

"Are we.. just friends if we're fucking?"

It took you my surprise, you were kind of hoping that he'd bring it up, because you didn't have it in you to as the same question. "Where's this coming from?" You ask. It was a little unexpected, especially right after one of your sessions, but you smiled softly at Jaehyun, then leaned forward to place your forehead on his, your hand on his cheek falling down to his shoulder as you spoke through half-lidded eyes, "Only if you want it to be."

No way.

He pulled apart, mainly out of shock, he was expecting a 'i like it the way it is' or a 'lets keep it like this', because you're you, you wouldn't turn him down harshly, and he would just accept it the way it is because he's not a jerk. But he earned it vaugely what he wanted to hear. "What? [Y/N], are you–?"

You've kind of always had a crush on him, part of you just didn't believe that the feeling was mutual, so you never knew of you should've been allowed to act on it, even if a few of his friends were telling you to do so, you were still unsure, so you hid behind your feelings with comments of uncertainty.

Your cheeks felt hot at his reaction, and partly because you taking small steps to get to the main message was becoming so much easier yet so much difficult. You shrugged softly, "Yeah, I guess I am," you said shyly, "And I think we've been doing this enough to ask you to be my boyfriend." You your playing with the cross earing that was hanging from Jaehyun's earlobe as a distraction, avoiding the grin on his face.

"So, are you going to ask?" Jaehyun teases.

"I donno," You respond, beyond flustered, "Are you going to accept?"

"Of course," Jaehyun rolls his eyes, placing a kiss on the skin of your cheek.

Wow, after being reluctant for months on end.

He got what he was hoping for.

[spnsmile]

15x11 (The Gamblers) "I gotta call Cas...✨

Coda💔

Dean didn't know what’s worse—seeing Sam get slowly defeated in a game of winner takes all, or find himself on the sideline being unable to do anything to help his brother.

So brooding and silent,  he watched as the game folds in and out of their favor. 

The length of the game makes him want to puke. Make his heart drum nervously every time Sam makes a miss. 

Cas.

He tried calling Cas earlier only to get a voicemail. Didn't help his nerves. He wants to call Cas again now that the main antagonist happened to be another immortal goddess who's out to get their limbs in pieces.

If Cas were here... He'd feel a lot safer. 

Sam misses. Dean hisses and tries not to look away. Sam needs his support. The game goes on. It's now when his heart won’t stop its erratic beats preparing for the worse. All he can do nows is silently pray to the angel to guide his brother.

Pure longing smacks Dean in the face. 

Then Sam wins.

Dean shakes his fist in the air, nearly solemnly praying to Castiel to listen out of happiness. 

Then the bait comes—

“Another game, double or nothing.” She offers. Dean grunts. Of course, she would. She knows how bad Sam wants to save everyone else. Dean actually knows Sam would ask for another game anyway. His brother is too stubborn to let these people die. So when Sam says, “Yeah, deal,” Dean could only look away, trepidation in his chest. 

Luck once.  Risk it twice. 

Call Cas.

The urge to call Cas wraps in Dean's mind that his hand slips at the back of his pocket where he keeps his phone.

Sam plays,  but instinct told Dean only a miracle would help them. Deep inside he knows they would lose. That fighting gods and goddesses were like buying nukes and putting them in his pockets.

He wants to tell Cas what’s going on, wants to get him speeding here right now, the game is serious and for all Dean knows, they could actually be trapped here while the gingerbread goddess drains them of their lives.It didn’t last long and the shoe drops. Dean closes his eyes and shakea his head in defeat.

Too bad…. too bad.

“You challenged the Goddess of Luck in her own joint, what did you think was gonna happen?”

Dean leaves Sam talking to Evie on the counter. Told them he needed to have a moment to himself.He found a private corner by the fireside, away from everyone else, where no one can hear him.

It takes a moment of silence. A lot of inhales and ragged breathing. Then he bows his head,  swallowing the bitter pill with expression still hard.

He opts to pray to Castiel, but then, all things considered, Cas might just blast the door, come here, play his luck (which is no better than Dean's) and may even end up trapped here as well. 

Chances are high of Cas making another deal-breaker like with Billie.

Dean can’t have that. He licks his dried lips and look down his hands, the lump in the middle of his throat not disappearing.

Then it dawns on him. 

It’s a dead end.

What then?  Die like they don't exist?  Would Chuck bring them back? Toy with them again or maybe he'll keep them buried deep enough?

Frankly, Dean didn’t wanna. Won’t give Chuck the satisfaction of owing him anything. They’ve called it quits.

Dean takes his phone out, sighing heavily as he dials Cas’ number.

It doesn’t surprise him when all he got is a voicemail again. He stares at his phone dumbly, wondering why he couldn’t get anything else in his mind  like he’s a tower with no hope for reception, lost amidst the woods, searching for a way out.

Then it hits him. He won’t be able to say goodbye . Won't be able to see Cas again. 

The thought somewhat scared Dean. It didn't make sense.  Dying amd separation had been his and Cas' symphony ever since they met each other.  

What makes separation now any different? 

Hands shaking a little, Dean grips the phone tight and dials again. He doesn’t know how to talk to Cas, honestly doesn’t know what to say. 

He gotta reach Cas.

Tell him how he’d been stupid enough to let Sam play against the Goddess of Luck that ultimately led to their death. 

Listen to Cas call him stupid again and again, no matter how many times…. Because that’s just it, they don’t have time .

Dean knows Cas would do anything for them. He wants to let Cas, but at the same time no. This is Lady Luck. He won’t take that chance again, he won't let Cas pay for this prize. 

The voice mail sounds. 

“Hey… Cas.” he begins, his voice unexpectedly calm. “Listen uh, I know you’re busy… probably still in heaven… but I, I just gotta tell you we uh… we…” he inhales, profound grief growing in his chest, guilt clawing his insides, “Uh… you uh… remember what we used to say we gotta do stuff with…our lives on the line? Well… me and Sam just pulled out another Kirk Douglas thing… Remember Lonely are the Brave ?” 

Dean hesitates, Castiel’s face of pure confusion making him smile a little when he hears this.

“Uh…okay,  bad news pal...  But you gotta promise me you’ll listen carefully to me, okay? Before you do anything... don’t go Han Solo on me and just… just listen, Cas…”

Palpable silence. 

“We’re gonna die, Cas.” he croaks. 

A beat of silence. 

Dean turns and clears his throat. He hides his eyes on his left palm, glad that shadows kept him from prying eyes.

Just too much nerves for a day.  Too much to think about.  Too much to say and relay to his best friend. 

Too much to say goodbye. Saying goodbye to Cas... Leaving Cas alone,  Dean blinks upwards before everything hits him in the core. 

How Cas will be alone. 

“Sorry to leave you hanging, Cas,” he chuckles, trying his best to sound everything’s okay meanwhile his insides burning guiltily, “Shouldn't have risked so much in a game. I’m still processing... But uh...  We gambled and the stakes, you know we don't do things halfway so...   you can imagine. Yeah, it’s bad. Things went sideways… really bad, and we…” he swallows hard, “We lost. Lives for a coin,  winner takes all."

He wants to tell Cas he’s okay, wants to assure his friend things are good.

But there’s too much lie there and Castiel would only be hurt further.

"Cas, we're good.  Sam's fine.  I'm fine for now.  But I'm more worried about you that's why I called...  Wanted to make sure there's even closure here...  coz I don't really think we'll see each other again." he smiles a little,  "You know all those times Sam and I died?  Always thought luck was on our side. This time we got unlucky, and Chuck's not really on board of the whole...  Snap fingers,  you live thing.  It's done.  I think this time it's gonna kick...  And i better do my bit here propeely coz...  Coz I'm really gonna miss you, Cas. And... fuck,  I'm worried for you."

He thinks of Cas receiving this, thinks of his best friend’s grieving expression, the same face he’s seen at lost when Jack died. 

Dean suddenly lets out a tiny whimper. He remembers Jack.  Remembers how Cas already suffered losing a loved one. Losing the Winchesters would destroy him.

Dean opens his eyes again. He can’t have that. Can’t have Cas broken again. 

Dean knows how painful it is to be left behind. Oh damn,  he wants to see Cas... 

“Cas, no matter what happens, you promise me you will live, okay? That you won’t do anything to endanger your life. I don’t want you to do anything about this.  I think this is in one of Billie's black notes. Me and Sam dying together averta any chances of Chick winning. So we will be gone, but you… you gotta live. Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe Chuck will leave this world alone now that we’re finally gone. Make him move on to other universes to entertain himself. Maybe you get to live a peaceful life now, Cas…”

At least he won’t have nightmares about Cas dying anymore. Stop all the heartbreaks. 

The pain is real.  The remorse is real.  But above all, regret for not being able to stay with the angel a little bit longer.

There's a gap in his heart that will never be filled.  An empty space only for the angel. 

 “Cas, please… you… you gotta promise me you will move on. That’s what you do, right? Move on. Go find another charge, go save another life… Me and Sam are gonna be with mum and dad so… move on, Cas… and help as many people as you can. Go have a new start, buddy. Forget us… forget about how we messed up. You gotta live for the world…so move on… forget us. Save more lives…”

How stupid, Dean.

Dean shuts his eyes, the familiar voice in his head sending fire all over his being. He tries to brace himself once more,  brings his cold hands to hos face and sighs deeply.

It ain't about him.

“It’s just too bad I can’t see you again. Sorry to drop the world on your shoulder, man… I want you to be happy, Cas… I want you to deserve living a happy life… I…”

He thinks of Castiel only. A world where Cas can do miracles and make people happy. Just like how he’s been with Dean. How he changed Dean’s life forever.

This time he's giving Cas to the world.  

He bows his head, tears streaming down incessantly. There's not enough words to say it to Cas. Not enough time to make anything out of it so Dean chokes silently on his palms and gives a muffled—

 “I’m gonna miss you, Cas… thank you for being my angel. Thank you for not leaving my side when everyone else did.  You put up with me… and I was… I was a mean jerk who didn’t deserve you. Cas, I don’t know what would’ve happened to me if I didn’t meet you. Maybe just another hunter out for blood with no life to give.  Maybe just another brother to Sam constantly failing to understand… maybe, just maybe, just another fucked up human with nothing. I got nothing Cas, before you found me. So I gotta thank you for that. And I’m sorry for everything I cost you. Your family,  your wings, your grace… Thank you for being there even when I was being mean to you, or push you away. You gave yourself to me, Cas... You were mine from the start… and you know I’m yours too… I…"  

I love you….

Dean shuts his eyes.  He cannot be that selfish now. 

“Cas I…”

I love you… 

Dean chokes.  They never got what they deserved. 

“Thank you.”

Tears streaming down his eyes,  Dean shakes his head. 

“ Goodbye, Cas.”

He pulls the phone down and curls his knees up to his chest and hisses and gulps back at his heavy heart.

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WARNINGS: abduction

Jack / Soldier 76

He just came back from a long mission. Maybe three weeks, it had been? Jack had to monitor every move at the base there, since this long of a distance would have been easier to track for talon or other terrorist groups.

When he came home, not into his apartment in HQ, no when he came into his apartment that he shared with you, he froze in shock. Complete destruction. Everything was smashed to pieces, there was a pot on the stove which had been left on. It was bubbling and smoking badly.

Whoever had done this had only done it a few hours ago. They had known that you would Cook for Jack. They had known that you expected Jack around this time so you wouldn't check who's behind the door. They had known... That you were here. Unprotected. They had known that Jacks flight was delayed.

The Soldier crouched down right next to the clawing marks in the doorframe. They had dragged you out by your feet and still you had given everything to defend yourself. Jack growled and turned the stove off.

He knew who this was. He didn't even have to look at the damn emblem carved into the wood of the kitchen door. White, hot rage began to burn inside of him. Without taking another glance at the flat, he smashed the door shut behind him, his coat dragging behind him in a vicious way even if it had this cheery, blue color.

"I'm gonna find you. If it's the last thing I do."

Talon knew exactly what they had done, but it would still prove to be difficult to execute their plan with Jack being unpredictable like this.

Gabriel / Reaper

Blackwatch missions. Always the same, always the dirty work and no appreciation. Except from you. Gabe knew that you were proud of him, always. He knew that his work had to be done, that it was a disgusting necessity that nobody wanted to take on, but your praises made it feel like a wonderful achievement.

"I'm back!", he said loudly, letting the door fall closed behind him. No answer. Gabe chuckled to himself, looking through every room. "So that's the game you wanna play, huh? Don't worry, I'll find-" the kitchen. It was a complete mess. All the cupboards ripped from the walls, their contents broken and strewn across the floor.

The fridge knocked over, food laid all over the floor.. What it seemed to do for a while now. The smell was kind of giving it away. He had called you two days ago! You were fine!

He looked everywhere. For a note, for a sign of a robbery and even for a... corpse... But nothing. Nowhere. You were just.. Gone.

This couldn't be! You should have been safe! Nobody knew that you were here! The files said that he lives alone! Gabriel couldn't help but feel angry at himself. He should have checked more often. Called you more often.

The phone rang. Who had this number?

With a still hand, Gabe picked up, not saying a word. "Welcome home, Commander Reyes. Seems like you have lost something. Come get it back." You knew the voice. Incredibly mad, he smashed the phone back into its place and opened his holovid.

McCree picked up, his voice scruffy from sleeping. "Aye boss, I thought I've got at least a few hours to get back to my fuckin' feet" Gabriel wasn't in the mood and Jesse could hear that. "Get Genji. Moira too. We're gonna pay Talon a visit."

McCree jumped. "What?! Boss that's-" "This is an order, McCree. Do it. Now!" Gabriel was almost screaming. Jesse nodded. "Yes, Boss. Gonna be at base asap."

Oh someone just signed their death certificate. And it wouldn't be pleasant.

Hanzo

The Shimada heir had been in a meeting, returning to his room when he saw a simple cherry blossom on his bed. Cherry blossom. That was the nickname he had chosen for you.

What did that mean? There were more, they seemed to appear all through his room now, forming a path. Didn't he tell you to wait here? Hanzo went to one of the guards around his room and asked him where you went. The man shrugged and said "I must apologize, Mr. Shimada, but nobody entered or left your room while you were gone.

"Impossible. It is empty." The guard rushed to the door and went inside. "How can this be? Nobody could have entered through the window without the guards outside noticing!" Hanzo scoffed. "I want you to get this solved. Search the entire castle if you have to. I won't hesitate to kill you if you do not succeed." Again, Hanzo went back into his room, following the trail of cherry petals.

He was quick on his feet and quiet, unnoticeable if one didn't know that he was there. His eyes scanned the area. It led him.. To a cherry tree. With an annoyed sigh, he climbed it in hopes to find something if he'd look down but to his surprise, there was an arrow stuck at the very top.

That was risky to him now, since he'd be a relatively easy target there but, there was a letter wrapped around the arrow so he had to get it. Maybe it'd involve you. He looked around and jumped to grab it swiftly.

Hanzo now quickly climbed from the tree and hid in its shadow, unwrapping the parchment from the projectile.

This was indeed a letter.

"Congratulations on solving the first riddle, Mr. Hanzo Shimada. Hurry with the rest or you won't be able to claim your prize." There was this blood red symbol in the bottom corner. The letter T.

What business did Talon want with the Shimadas? Hanzo was enraged. You didn't have anything to do with this. He went back into his room, packing a back and preparing to leave. He also ordered search parties to go and find you.

Maybe they had just hidden you away somewhere. He on the other hand would pay Talon a visit. The arrow that brought the message was a part of his weaponry. He would kill your captor with it. The exact same arrow that gave him the clue would be the arrow that'd drill into the heart of the person that kept you and him apart.

You do not want to rouse the dragon after all.

WHOO. DONE. YEEEE

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How much longer can he resist, how much longer can he deny before the stranger's words become reality?

There's a ringing in his ears that isn't even truly there. It's... ghost-like, it's as though he's imagining it solely because he doesn't know how else he should be able to describe what's been stomping around in his mind.

Addressing the accident as a whole was a feat. He doesn't want to think about the helplessness he'd felt, the utter shame that reached him after whenever he thought on the sobbing that had burst through and out of him as if intent on lacerating his throat.

He doesn't want to think about the crying and the pleading and the way his heart beat fast enough it felt as though his chest was caving in, if it hadn't actually been. The shape of his leg and the white pain in it, the shrieking in his shoulder, the blood that belonged some to him, some to someone else.

He doesn't want to think about it because he'd rather it turn into as distant a memory as the faint whispering he sometimes tricks himself into believing had been there as well.

But if he heeds the stranger's words - and they sound like the warning he's been pushing away for so long, as if death itself had shown and is trying to help him look into the headlights of the truck speeding his way - then how much more can he do and for how much longer can he play this game before the noose around his neck tightens more than he can loosen it?

Before he finally slips?

Chul-soo presses his palms to his ears and shuts his eyes tight.

The other's features swim plastered onto the inside of his eyelids. The pale skin and the intrusive stare, the jolt away from his hand, as if he was a ghost Chul-soo wasn't allowed to touch, as if an hallucination that doesn't want him to know he isn't actually there.

And next to his unforgiving features, he sees the glow of unkempt black hair under moonlight and the vicious grip of ancient claws sticking into his flesh, unearthing his insides to plant him into soil that isn't his, that isn't him, that isn't him.

He doesn't understand that last part.

A name? A soul? A who?

"I don't know what to do," he shatters into a plea, his hands ripping from his ears to reach for the man's front instead, his eyes blown wide with the tears he's yet to shed from that rainy day.

He's let them slip onto the already wet street and refused to spill them ever since. And now they collect at the corners of his eyes and he pleas, like he's vowed to never do.

"I don't know what to do, what the fuck am I supposed to do-!?"

[mothwings-rosethorns]

"Thank you Mi Amor" Vermin knew the two weren't the closet but she hopped that in her absence the two would have stayed at least civil with one another.

Vermin could feel the last bits of fear and anxiety wash away with the words Alexander spoke. Tiny tears had formed in her eyes at his speech but she quickly wiped them away.

"Mi Amor you truly are perfection aren't you? How did I ever find such perfection and be able to call it mine?" She mused fondly. The virus’s ruby gem slowly and steady was healing itself once back to it's original form.

  An improvement made upon integration with her new game. The gem served lil purpose for her in this game as opposed to her former one but it was still hard coded in and Virility did what he could to neutralize her weakness.

The blood that had seeped from the wound was slowly drying on her skin but the she-virus would tend to that later. For now all she wanted to do was fully enjoy the company of her beloved and drink in as much as she could before she had to let him go once again. As the thought came to her she couldn't help but ever so slightly tighten her grip on him. Quickly as it came though she nudged the thought aside.

He was here and in her arms so she would enjoy it while she could and take in as much of his as she had him in her grasp. 

Vermin hummed contently a blush forming lightly on her cheeks as Alexander kissed her.

"I'd love to hear you play Mi Amor perhaps I can even make a special performance just for you." she matched his purr as she  carefully she pressed her red lips to his, it was a soft gentle kiss that Vermin quickly deepened. Weaving her claws into his hair she gently massaged his scalp as she pulled him closer pressing her body tight against his.

It was a hungry kiss full of the longing and desire she'd had endured over the years. As well as a kiss of hope and dreams that had reignited since he entered into the game and her life again.  

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Up in the darkened hidden sections of the upper level of the theater, eyes glazing over as he watched the viruses lovey-dovey affections Virility lazily twirled a glass of wine. He'd gathered a decent amount of information on both viruses during their exchange but now was just bored. He'd had hoped seeing two viruses interact would be a more exciting but he'd been let down severely it seems.

As he took a sip his phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it, he was working after all, but when the singular buzz turned into several in quick secession he pulled out the device. Setting up a quick soundproofing barrier he answered with a voice layered with honey. "Yes Daddy?~"

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After his call Virility stood up and made his way to the railing peering down at the duo.

"'ey!" He called out "Big Fella, Boss says it's time for ya to get out so wrap it up!  And get off the stage!"

The fear of getting rejected or pushed away for her mishaps washed away as she listened intently to his words. A rush of relief coursed through her once tense body and she melted more into his embrace, breathing in his familiar scent deeply. Finally feeling at home for the first time in years.

Giving him a final squeeze Vermin gently pulled back from the hug, hands slipping up to gently caress Alexander's face. She was overjoyed to hear he and her daughter where doing well, although she felt a small bit of concern for Silver's absence. Vermin knew her daughter was likely just fine but the bit of worry didn't leave her heart.  

The she-virus had begun her barrage of gentle kisses to his face again, her red antennas finally making an appearance as they lightly danced across Alexander's face.

"I never once stopped thinking of you," she murmured in between kisses. "I've missed you both so so much.. . I am so happy you both are safe." Taking a break from her affectionate assault she leaned back a bit looking the draconian king over, he was still here, still alive and well. Her fears slowly ebbing away as the growing relief that she hadn't lost everything after her games destruction began to sink in.

"Please...If you..see Silver tell her I miss her but don't..don't tell her or let her near here, this game. My....home.." the word was a struggle to push out, despite her extended time in her new surroundings Vermin still very much hadn't gotten used to calling this space her home. "It's not fit for children to be around..."

Although the Vermin was very aware the majority of her adopted offspring where in fact adults her motherly instincts wormed their protective way in. She wouldn't dare think to allow her children to set even a pixel into her debauchery filled new home.

"..Please...keep her safe for me Mi Amor." For the first time in years Vermin finally smiled a true smile. The happiness spreading and shining in her eyes that had once been dull and void. She still had much to mourn and she still wasn't as powerful as she used to be but Vermin allowed herself the small victory of reuniting with her beloved and knowing her found family was still around somewhere in the depths of the internet.

Running her thumb lightly across his lower lip Vermin looked from Alexander's lips to his eyes.

"Te Amo Mi Amor.." the phrase short but Vermin meant every word. "I know I'm not...not as I used to be..and that things are different here..but I will always love you."